Four Shades of Recovery: Boxed Set (25 page)

“Fine. Let’s concentrate on getting Marissa motivated to introduce her boyfriend to spankings and such, first. Call Marissa now, Jillian,” I demand before clicking off.

When the phone call ends, I check back with Mrs. Gomez and Jared Rush.

“Marissa explained how she entered the garage then accessed the stairwell with an old code. She demonstrated the manner in which she painstakingly negotiated the staircase and evaded security,” Jared tells me. “We now know where the holes in our security happen to be. We can plug those holes, soon.” His face remains smudged with black paint.

“Get on that task right away then,” I order. Then I turn to Mrs. Gomez, “Where is Marissa at the moment?”

“She’s waiting in the Room, sir,” she responds.

“Clean up your face, Jared. Then I want you to drive Marissa to Mrs. Kitner’s place as soon as possible.” He nods his agreement and heads out.

Now it’s time for me to face Megan. I hope she isn’t too upset about the way I handled the intrusion with Marissa.

I stride to the room that is now her study and knock. “Megan are you alright?”

“Of course, I’m alright. I should be asking you that question,” she responds as I unlock her door.

She takes me in her arms and looks me over as though I’m a prize. Then she holds me tight. She really cares about me and my welfare now. I love the more mature Megan. She’s the Megan who left Michael and Abby and her world travels only to return to me. She truly is my partner.

“OK, what’s happening with the intruder?”

“The intruder was none other than Marissa Stone but she’s been dismissed,” I explain. I give Megan a brief description of what transpired in the Sex Room without mentioning any details about clothing, whips or demeanor.

I can tell by the tightness around her eyes that Megan’s seething with anger.

“I’m not sure that feeding Marissa’s need for submission is a good move,” she shouts. “We need to consult with Ed about your training schema.”

“You make a good point Megan and I agree. However, I needed some way to defuse the situation concerning her intrusion today.”

“Matt, listen to me. You handled her break-in and assault as though they didn’t matter. She’s committed a couple of crimes today. That unacceptable behavior, on her part, has now been reinforced,” she observes.

“I’m not going to bring the police into this situation. There’s no way I want them to dredge through my past and all my BDSM associates,” I assert with growing anxiety.

“I can understand your fears Matt,” Megan concurs. “However, you’re setting yourself up for more trouble down the line. She had a tantrum about losing your interest and you gave her attention. Now, she’s got Jillian helping her and soon she’ll be corrupting Michael.”

“Good point, Megan,” I admit. “I’ll discuss the matter with Ed as soon as possible.”

“Promise me that you’ll address this issue with Dr. Stone sooner rather than later, Matt,” she demands.

I agree without any argument. Then I have the urge to spank Megan, just a bit. I swat her ass and then kiss her long and passionately. “You’re so insightful, baby. Thank you,” I confess with a growing hardness forming between us.

“What’s that all about?”

“Just a little flash from my past,” I say with a smirk as we continue to make out with growing passion.

MATT’S POV

I’m in Stone’s office two days later and have just explained Marissa’s recent behavior in great detail. He doesn’t look impressed with how I handled her situation.

“Do you think I should encourage her BDSM training with Michael?” I ask, hoping he thinks that using this form of diversion is a good tactic.

“That won’t satisfy her, Matt,” he’s observes while rubbing his chin vigorously.

I inhale sharply and wait while Stone considers the situation further.

“What do you make of the fact that she broke into your home, assaulted a member of your security team, and destroyed some of your property?” His voice drips with irony.

“She’s desperate, to be with me,” I finally admit and blow out my breath dramatically.

“Good answer, Frazier. Have you discussed the problem with Megan?”

“Somewhat, she’s pissed that I’m encouraging Jillian to turn Michael into a BDSM fan,” I explain.

“BDSM isn’t a sign of psychological problems. It can simply be a sexual preference. However, Marissa’s past and present behavior point to clinical issues with distress and impairment. In addition, you’re attempting to manipulate Michael into a sexual practice that he shows no inclination to pursue, on his own.”

“I really fucked it up, didn’t I?”

“Matt, it’s time to get Marissa in therapy again. What sort of clues did she give you about her reasons for visiting your condo?”

“She wanted me to be her Dom. She practically begged me to whip and fuck her,” I confess.

“You didn’t share this information with Megan, did you?” I nod my head and feel ashamed of myself.

“Matt, you need to make this right with your fiancé,” he advises in his forthright manner.

“OK, I’ll let Megan know the full story and then pull the plug on my brilliant plan for Michael.”  

“Check in with me later in the week, Matt,” Stone says at the conclusion of our session.

“For sure, Stone. Thanks,” I say while heading out for home.

I call Jillian on the drive to my condo. “How did the training go with Marissa?”

“Hmmm…well, I don’t think she cares if Michael beats her or not. There’s something else going on with her right now. She was just going through the motions when I met with her,” Jillian admits.

“Stone thinks she’s got a psychological disorder, given her criminal behavior at my place today,” I state with gravity.

“Yeah, and I think it’s called the Matt Frazier obsession. She kept telling me about what ‘Master’ wanted her to do, how ‘Master’ used the whip and what ‘Master’ wore in the Sex Room…” Jillian continues. “Sounds like you were having fun playing the Dom role again.”

“Shit. We need to get her into therapy. Can you help convince her to give me up? It’s best that I avoid direct contact with her right now.” I choose to ignore Jillian’s comment about my own role play.

“Of course, Matt, but she’s already returned to Atlanta with Michael. He’s probably mystified about her requests to get spanked and wear leather.” 

“For all we know, he’ll love it,” I joke.

“Matt, let’s face it. Michael’s well into middle age and he’s shown no desire to order Marissa around nor spank her. It’s unlikely that he’ll make a conversion at this point in time. He wants an innocent young brunette to suck his dick and fuck. That’s all. Marissa’s never going to be satisfied with Kingsfield. She wants you. Here’s my advice to you. Quit playing matchmaker,” she asserts and then clicks off.

Well, that told me. Jillian makes a lot of sense, sometimes. Now, it’s time for truth or dare with the love of my life. This won’t be pretty. I take a few breaths before I open the door to my condo.

Megan calls out to me as I head toward the bedroom and take my tie and jacket off.

“How was your session with Dr. Stone, baby?” she asks from the kitchen.

“Sobering. He agrees with your view of her criminal behavior. She’s got another agenda beyond BDSM and she’s causing distress to everyone,” I state in defeat.

Megan comes to me in the closet and puts her arms around my waist. She hugs me close. I spend a few minutes quietly holding her. I kiss her head and pat her back.

“Do you want a glass of wine or three?” I ask. She laughs and holds up one finger.

“Sure do, but one is my limit today. Dinner is almost ready. Mrs. Gomez made a yummy seafood and risotto dish for us tonight,” she claims with enthusiasm. I decide to give Megan the full story after she’s had her meal. There’s no sense in throwing her off a good meal.

We make our way to the sectional after our meal ends. I pour us both a second glass of wine. Megan will need it and so will I. We’re sitting next to each other as I begin my confession. I put my hand on her thigh.

“Stone wants me to tell you more about what happened when Marissa visited,” I say with a scowl.

Megan looks at me with concern and I can see that she’s holding her breath. “You’ve been holding out on me, then?”

“I didn’t want to upset you. I know that I tried too hard to force this relationship with Marissa and Michael. I think you were right about how I ended up encouraging Marissa and even rewarding her for violent behavior,” I admit and hang my head.

“What else went down with you and Marissa?” Megan’s quite intuitive, so I need to get it all out.

“I think she’s obsessed with the notion that I should be her Dom and she’s getting desperate to hook up with me again,” I add with honesty and see that Megan’s biting her lip.

“Did you touch her, in any way, in that room?” Megan sounds like a prosecuting attorney.

“I never laid a hand on Marissa nor did I touch her with the whip,” I swear as I turn and look her fully in the face. She appears to believe me.

Megan looks so gorgeous when she’s in a state of alarm. Her blue eyes look like saucers, her cheeks are flushed and her dark hair is wild. I want to throw her down on the couch and get buried in her as we speak.

She lets out a breath in relief. “But she begged for it, didn’t she?”

“She stripped down to her panties and I put on some music along with my old Dom clothes. I cracked the whip near her head and I got turned on by it,” I sob with tears in my eyes. I hope Megan doesn’t run from the room screaming. I couldn’t survive, if she left me again.

“You wanted to play the Dom role again?” she asks with horror.

“I was thinking of you, Megan, not her. I had no desire to fuck her,” I confess and hold my head in my hands. “I love you so much, that it hurts!”

“I have no doubt that you love me, Matt. But, dammit, you still have that need then. I thought you lost all desire to beat up young light-eyed brunettes when I walked out on you, last year?”

“There’s a small part of me that wants to spank you, that delights in seeing you take a little pain for me, during sex,” I might as well share my impulses with Megan. It’s not as though she’s hearing these BDSM revelations for the first time.

“I’m not sure how I feel about getting spanked, but it won’t be with a whip or a belt,” she asserts. I let out a breath in relief since Megan’s not running out of the room. She’s actually trying to understand me and negotiate the issue. Megan really has changed and she loves me.

“I want you so much, Megan. If you don’t want anything to do with my urges, I’m fine with our typical vanilla lifestyle. It’s all up to you, baby.”

“Let’s go into the Sex Room, right now,” she suggests. I am totally floored at her suggestion. She’s already unbuttoning her dress as we stand and make our way there. I haven’t been this turned on since we got engaged at the Empress. Megan really does want to be there for me. She truly loves me.

Megan enters the Room before me and struts over to the bed. I grab her and kiss her hard. Then she says something that further shocks me.

“I want you to spank me, with my clothes on, for leaving you last year,” she requests with a serious look on her face. Does Megan really feel that guilty about the emotional hell that she put me through in the past?

“You want it, you got it baby,” I assure her and then let my hands wander over her firm ass with abandon. She’s so compact and fit. I massage the taut muscles of her rear and then sit down on the bed. I pull her over my knee and swat her ass three consecutive times, hard. I count out each swat. She grunts with either discomfort or pain. I can’t tell.

“Don’t forget to use your safe words if I hurt you,” I remind her. She nods her agreement. Then I squeeze her buttocks gently before I slap her hard again, three times. She tenses her muscles and smiles at me.

“You’re really getting me excited, Matt,” she oozes. That’s all I need to hear. I become firm within seconds of her declaration. We’re going to be just fine now that I’ve admitted my need and Megan accommodates it, even enjoys it.

I then pull her upright and kiss her neck and shoulders with a fiery passion. My fingers explore the outline of her breasts and she lets out a moan of pleasure that really hardens me. We stand and massage each other’s bodies for several moments. It’s the most soothing feeling I’ve experienced in so long. I’m with Megan, my fiancé, and we’re about to use the Spanking Room for the first time in ages.

Her hands now work my shirt off and move toward my zipper. Once she’s opened it, I’m hers. She inserts her hand into my pants and squeezes my member with skill. Before long, I lift Megan in my arms and lower both of our bodies onto the silk cover of the bed. She shoves my suit pants off in a hurry while I move to take her dress off. I slowly pull it up and over her head and look at her body as it emerges from the clothing. I stare at her lovely curves and lick my lips. She looks me over with desire. Megan’s sexy smile lets me know that she’s ready for my next move.

I’m dressed only in my undershirt and boxers. She tugs off my shirt and admires my muscles and then lets her fingers dance through my chest hair. Her designer underwear makes her boobs and ass look incredible. I pull back the bed covers and throw them to the end of the bed. I lower myself such that I’m situated between Megan’s legs. She sighs with need. Is Megan really lusting after me with desire since I spanked her? We’re certainly going to repeat this exercise.

We kiss and touch and explore each other’s bodies before I remove her bra and then stare at her gorgeous tits. They’re so nice and full. My mouth waters before it finds its way to each breast in turn. I suckle her nipples and pull them deeply into my mouth while she gently moans with need. I love the taste of her. Then I pull back and start twiddling her areolas with my thumb and index fingers. She loves the contact and I’m getting harder than a granite counter top as I watch her desire ratchet up.

While I’m enjoying stimulating Megan and myself by playing with her breasts, Megan’s hands touch my back and shoulders like a soothing balm. She chants my name with meaning and thrusts her hips up toward me. She wants me inside her. I’m going to make her wait for it. I wrap each of her long legs around my waist. This contact is exactly what I desire at the moment although my boxers still cover my bad boy.