Update #2 in the same number of days. Be forewarned the update is graphic and very much sexual in nature.
"Phoebe, I don't have the time to have this conversation with you right now." I glanced at the clock on the wall and saw it was nearing 7 p.m. Lynsey hadn't contacted me yet, but she would be here at any time, and I certainly did not want to be on the phone with Phoebe when she arrived.
"But T!" She was pouting, I could picture it. My sister was used to getting her way when it came to me, a perk of being my kid sister I guess. "You always have time for me." I chuckled at her statement.
"I usually do, but because of you I don't have time for you." The words were confusing for anyone that didn't know what had taken place in Mom's office yesterday. I heard Phoebe giggle as my words made sense.
"Oh that is riiiiiiight." The word drew out in a playful manner. "I am sure you will have fun with Miss Franklin this evening." Her tone remained light and I had to fight hard not to end it.
"I most certainly will." I attempted to sound cocky, but I wasn't sure if I managed to pull it off.
"Do you think you can make time for your favorite sister tomorrow? I still owe you that clam chowder you rave about so. My flight is out Sunday evening, the clock is ticking Teddy." I sighed.
"Duke's tomorrow for dinner?" By then I should have had time to bury whatever ill effects came from tonight's events.
"Dinner…" Phoebe spoke hesitantly. "I was really hoping for lunch, Gran and Pops wanted to have Kyle and I over for dinner." She laughed. "You know I'm such a social butterfly T!" I felt myself relax a bit as I laughed with Phoebe at her joke. But as quickly as the tension left, it returned with the ring of my door bell.
"Fine," I knew I sounded irritated. "Lunch it is. I've got to go P. I'll call you tomorrow." I rushed my sister off the phone.
"Have fun tonight T, BEHAVE!" And with that she ended the call. I slowly got to my feet as the bell rang again. Already I knew Lynsey was impatient and that took a whole 10 seconds. Taking a deep breath, I took deliberate steps up to the foyer and slowly placed my hand on the door knob. Glancing down at my hand I saw that it was actually shaking. Just like an addict needing a fix, I thought. I swallowed hard and turned the knob and pulled the door open.
"It's about time Mr. Grey. You didn't strike me as the kind to keep a lady waiting." She spoke curtly. Lynsey was wearing a khaki trench coat that hit her mid-thigh, there was no other sign of clothing except for her black heels.
"You didn't strike me as much of a lady." I thought I had spoken to myself, but the sudden sting on my cheek proved that it had been aloud. Taking a breath, I refused to react to the stinging pain on my face. She placed a hand on my chest and guided me so that she came completely into the apartment and she shut the door behind her.
"We are not off to a good start Mr. Grey. I would have to say it's because I've given you far too much free time." Her eyes burned into mine. Suddenly my mouth was dry. I turned to go to the refrigerator for a bottle of water. "Where do you think you're going?" She didn't raise her voice, she didn't have to. I stopped and turned around. "Where-are-you-going?" Again her voice didn't rise, but each word was spoken slowly.
"Water." I said simply. Out of defiance I turned to walk away again. It was still my house, right? I could do what I pleased when I wanted to. I took about two steps before I started to question my actions, the history between us told me that this was a very bad idea. As I touched the cheek she had slapped I removed all doubt. Turning around, there she stood, with her arms crossed over her chest, glaring at me.
"I see you've decided to think with the correct head tonight." Her tone was still soft, but there was something more there, that edge of crazy threatening to break loose.
"Yes ma'am." Lynsey nodded at my response and started towards me, slowly undoing the belt of the trench.
"Your manners have returned. That's good to know we won't have to start from scratch." Walking past me, she ran a hand down my arm, her nails digging into my flesh. I didn't turn around when she disappeared from view. I heard my fridge being opened and ice dropping into glass. "Go." The word was simple and could mean just about anything. It could mean run for the hills and while that could make sense for most normal people, to me it meant go wait like a good fuck toy until she was good and ready to do what she wanted. That's how it was, Miss Franklin called the shots, I was on her timeline.
I bit the inside of my cheek and made my way down the hallway to my room, still wrapping my brain around the fact that I was going down this path again. Sitting at the foot of my bed, I picked at my jeans, my head down and my breathing heavy. The sweat was beading on my forehead and my palms were drenched. Wiping the excess sweat off my hands onto my jeans, I heard the clacking of Lynsey's heels on the wooden floor of my hallway. I sat up straight at the sound, my hands on the bed on either side of my legs, my feet flat on the floor. My heart was about to beat out of my chest, causing the vein in my forehead to pulsate. As my nerves became a jumbled mess, with each strong beat of my heart I felt the pulse in my lower head as well. This was sick, I knew it, but in the moment I could care less.
Coming into the room, Lynsey had removed the trench and had let her dark hair down. She was in black, it was tight, it was barely there and it was amazing. The dress was cut out on both sides and was cut super low, her breasts barely staying contained, and it was barely long enough to cover her in front. As she stepped in front of me I could tell it did not cover her behind and both cheeks were exposed. A black bag was slung over her shoulder.
She chuckled as she stopped right in front of me, looking down at me, her breasts all but right in my face as she bent down with a cruel smile on her face.
"You look extremely happy for our overdue visit Mr. Grey." Her eyes dropped to the growing bulge in my pants. "Is plain ordinary sex not treating you well?" Squatting down, the dress rose to her hips and it became evident that she was as excited to be here as I was. I stared too long and was quickly reminded as her hand shot out and grabbed my crotch. She knew exactly where to grab and twisted quickly. I grunted in pain. "That's not for you." Shaking her head she smiled a small smile. "But this." She twisted my cock more and I grabbed my bed covers in both hands. "This is mine." I felt my eyes start to water with the pain and struggled to breathe through it. As Lynsey let go, I drew a slow breath. "Lay down." I did as I was told and extended my arms and legs as we had done before. "Is that what I told you to do?" The anger was boiling. I pulled my arms and legs back together and stared up at the ceiling. I could hear her rustling around in her bag, then she stopped, having found whatever she was looking for. The prick in my neck came out of nowhere, I hadn't expected it.
"What the hell!" I started to sit up in outrage, drugs were out of the question. She hadn't asked, she just did. I had made it about halfway up when suddenly my body felt heavier than it had seconds ago. "What…was…that?" My words slurred and my lip felt droopy, but I was still very much mentally there.
"It's just a temporary paralytic." The tone in her voice was light, as if this were no big deal. I felt my stomach knot up. I liked to be in control to some extent, at least somewhat in control of my body. She climbed on the bed and I felt her sit on my chest, her wetness seeped into my t-shirt. "We can still have fun though, so much fun Mr. Grey, trying some new things." She squatted on her feet and moved forward towards my head. "How about a little breath play?" Squatting over my head I was staring straight into her, and then she was on my face. My instinct was to eat her out, but with the paralytic I could do nothing but breathe in her scent. But the air was limited and soon I couldn't breathe and I couldn't move. The panic quickly sat in, suffocation by vagina, she was going to kill me. And right as I thought I was going to pass out, she rose off of my face. "That was not as fun as I thought it would be." Her tone was flat as she climbed off the bed. I could still smell her and her wetness was still on my face. I felt her rub the palm of her hand on my jeans, near my member but not touching it. "What to do…what to do…" She mumbled to herself. "I could just leave…you're not much fun in this state." The thought of that upset me a bit. I felt my zipper coming down and my pants being unbuttoned. "But Teddy here wants some attention Mr. Grey." And that was the other reason I hated the women in my family to call me Teddy now. I tried to raise my head to see what she was doing and surprisingly my head came off the bed slightly. "Well that was short lived, I better take advantage of the short time I have left." Quickly my boots, pants and underwear were removed and she rolled me over on my stomach and secured my limbs to the bed. I could no longer see her, my face turned to the side. "How much movement do you have?" I tried moving my limbs and felt slight movement. "Perfect…" I heard the whip through the air seconds before it came across my butt cheeks. A small yelp came out of my mouth, more from surprise than from pain. "Do I have to gag you? Or can you keep your trap shut?" There was the biting tone of crazy that I associated with her. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up, she pulled so hard I felt like I may just be scalped. And then she kissed me, forcefully and wild, biting at my lip so hard I could taste the blood when the skin ripped open on the inside of my lip. Letting go of my hair, she shoved my face into the bed as she stood up. Again I heard rustling in her bag.
"No more drugs…" My voice was almost a whimper, but I had a voice, the paralytic had worn off at least that much.
"Did I tell you to speak?" Her tone was sharp and quickly she was in my line of sight. This time with a gag in hand. "You had your warning Mr. Grey." Her tone became calm yet again as she stuffed the gag in my mouth and tightened it. "Now I can take care of 'business' as you put it last night, in peace." I groaned as my teeth sunk into the ball in my mouth. I felt the whip across my back this time, multiple times. It stung, yet it felt good, until about the eighth time. As soon as the whip hit I felt a sharp pain I hadn't felt before and heard Lynsey laugh. "Put a bit too much force into that one. It's okay I'm sure Theodore Grey can afford another t-shirt or two." I struggled to move, but even with the drug wearing off she had tightened the rope enough that I wasn't able to get any leeway. "No." I felt her hand run down my back slowly to my ass and it stopped there, resting on my ass cheek. Then I felt something cold, lube, run down the crack of my… That's when it dawned on me.
"Nuh uh…" I tried to scream into the gag. There were hard limits and my ass was one of them. I pulled against the ropes and felt them cutting into my wrists and ankles. I tried again to scream, but it was muffled in the gag. Lynsey was laughing, a cold icy laughter.
"My game, my rules Mr. Grey."