His Obsessive Claims, Her Twisted Submission

TOUCH THERAPY

Sapphire stood in front of a door, slowly tracing her gaze to the name tag placed on top.

Red Room.

She rubbed her arm on the brown satin spaghetti-strap cloth she wore, feeling strange and different.

The package the reception lady handed to her contained the satin nightwear. Tristan had asked her to put it on, and wait for him in this room.

Thanks to the cold lady who led her, she didn't think she'd find the room. The house in general was something she underestimated because the inside was nothing like the outside. A perfect description of the saying 'small but mighty'.

Pushing the door slowly, it creaked weirdly open like everything he had access to.

Her eyes welcomed the total darkness. Sadly, she wasn't with her phone, otherwise she'd have turned on the flashlight.

Using the light that came from the door, she managed to find the light switch. A single tap, and the lights came on.

The fluorescent lights came on, shining brightly inside the room. The strange air hit her skin, gently reminding her that she just entered a different place. Her eyes darted towards the left side of the room. Her throat moved like she didn't have control over it as her eyes locked on the things that hung on the wall.

Floggers. Long, hairy, thin, thick, short, she doubted if anyone would be missing.

Next, they moved to the bed dressed in neat black sheets. By the side of the bed were flat boards for restraint. Looking up, St. Andrew's cross was hung there.

She gulped, taking her time to look at the rest of the things. Handcuffs, feathers of different sizes and colors, blindfolds, n****e clamps, bondage tapes, chains, collars, canes.

She startled when the door closed behind her. Before she could turn around, the fluorescent lights changed color. Not any color, but red. Immediately the room intensified. The tools she had initially seen as normal became dangerously dark, like things waiting for whom to ruin. A room forged in hell that's reminding her of the danger and destruction that staying in this room could cause.

She felt someone stand behind her. Not given a chance to process it, his finger brushed her elbow. "Tonight is your first session."

Her breath hitched as she felt his breath on her neck. She tried to move, but he traced his hand down to her elbow, causing sweat to appear on her forehead.

Feeling his finger leave her body, her breathing began going back to normal.

"Turn around."

She did as told, without hesitation.

Her eyes met his dangerously curved face, and his dark blue eyes that never failed to stare into her soul. If a devil had come to corrupt the world, then it'd be him. The devil in human form. None of the times they've met could amount to the way he looks right now.

He dragged his gaze along her body, and rested them on her breasts.

Sapphire gulped.

His eyes moved down, stopping on her hips, then down to her toes before taking them back to her face.

His hands followed next, drawing lines on her arms.

She gasped.

"How do you feel?" he asked, his eyes locked on her.

"S...scared," she replied, barely able to keep her voice stable.

Her feet moved again, wishing to step away from him. Her eyes glistened with tears. She raised her hand, reaching to push him away.

"Don't," he ordered, raising the strings of her dress. "Breathe in."

She did, shakily.

Three seconds later, "Out."

She responded, her minty breath pouring over his face.

"Now?"

"Still the same." She barely kept her voice stable.

Tristan removed his eyes from her face, and settled them on her shoulders. They were shaking visibly.

"Relax yourself," he ordered.

She nodded repeatedly, her breath increasing rapidly.

He pulled both strings down, and the gown dropped to her feet. Her nakedness kissed his eyes.

"Starting tomorrow, this is how you should be waiting for me." He lowered his hand, dragging his eyes down her body like he did the first time.

Sapphire caught her breath, the humid AC grazing her body.

He began circling around her like a predator walking around its prey before deciding how it wants to devour it.

"Against it?"

She shook her head. "I'll do anything to get my nerves back. If you want me waiting for you naked, I'll do it."

Tristan stopped walking, coming in front of her. His lips twitched, impressed. "You're doing good."

She gave a smile that hardly reached her cheeks. A nervous smile.

His hands reached for her hands again, tracing his fingers up her arms. "How is it now?"

"I... it's not working." Her lips trembled, the gown colliding with her legs.

"Focus your mind on me." He followed the same line, going to stand at her back. "Think of something you hate the most. Humiliating. Degrading. Something you badly wish to change."

His fingers trailed to the back of her neck, and rubbed the invisible spine bone until it stopped at her hips, near her ass.

He leaned close that she felt his breath on her neck, but neither his body nor face touched her. "Relax and think."

He went back, repeating the same arm movement.

Sapphire's body shook, her breathing rose so much that she began struggling to breathe. Her eyes went shut, and tears rolled down her cheeks.

"Think, Sapphire." His voice sounded behind her, and at the same time, another voice rang in her head.

"I have s****l desires. Animals too, but you...you are a robot."

"You're pathetic."

"Pitiful."

"A robot."

The tears cascaded heavily, but her eyes remained tightly shut. As if casting a spell, her heart began calming down, and her breath slowly returned to normal.

"How are you feeling now?"

Silence, except for the soft hum of the air conditioning, then,

"I...I feel strange," she answered, still keeping her eyes closed.

"Bad or good?"

Paused.

"Good." The word escaped her lips in a whisper, and her eyes flew open.

Tristan instantly stopped, and she didn't wait before turning to him.

"I...I think I felt something. It was small, but I... I felt it," she said happily, almost bouncing on her feet, forgetting the gown that was on her leg.

He hummed. "Your nerves responded."

"Then, why did you stop?" She couldn't help but ask.

"It was temporary. Your thoughts were responsible. If I had forced it, you might have a breakdown," he explained clinically, tucking his hand in his pants pocket.

"I don't mind having a breakdown. If it—"

"Patience, Sapphire. There are twenty-nine days left. You'll get your nerves back."

She smiled, genuinely. "Thank you."

"I'm not doing this for you alone," he cut her flatly. "It's a deal. We are both benefiting. I'm just fulfilling my part."

Her brow furrowed. "I'm very aware this is a deal, you don't have to keep reminding me of it. You have no idea what you're doing for me."

He didn't respond as he glanced at the wall clock. "Be here by 9 PM tomorrow."

"I will."

He turned, and started leaving.

She stared at his figure, finally noticing the clothes he was wearing. Black shirt, on black pants.

That explained the reason for the extra darkness that surrounded him.

"W... what of Wilson?" She asked nervously, raising her voice so he could hear her.

He paused his steps. "The deal between you and me end in thirty days. You're free to go back to him after that." On saying that, he left the room.

"Blue-eyed fish," she glared at the door, as if she could still see his figure.

He doesn't have to keep reminding her of the deal occasionally.

She picked up the gown, and slid her hands. Her fingers brushed her skin, and she remembered his hand on her. The way they were cold throughout the session.

Somebody knocked once. "If you're done, T assigned me to take you to your room."

Sapphire didn't think twice before recognizing the voice. The only female she's met that speaks so coldly.

By the time Sapphire opened the door, she saw the place empty. "Where did she go?" She mumbled, catching her straight ahead.

She closed the door, and rushed after her. She had to increase her speed by two before walking closely behind her.

Sapphire's eyes followed her steps, and she wouldn't lie, it looked like she was running. Even her dressing was something not to notice. Black leather shorts with black leather crop top, and leather boots.

Has she always dressed like this when she was visiting the hospital, or she never noticed?

"Do you live here?" Sapphire asked even though she knew she might not get an accurate response.

"Your room is close," the lady said, slowing down her steps.

Sapphire noticed and also did the same until they got to the door.

"This is your room. Whatever you need is inside."

Sapphire nodded in response, and went to the door. But, she faced the lady who was about to leave.

"I know you don't like me, but shouldn't you tell me your name? My cheeks hurt from constantly referring to you as the reception lady."

"Yasmine is the name," she replied, and walked away.

Sapphire smiled a bit before pushing the door open. The first thing she noticed was how spacious the room was. It's nothing much compared to Wilson's room, but it's bigger than the guest room she was given in Wilson's house. Let's say it's in between the guest room and Wilson's room.

What a weird house.

She bolted the door, and walked to bed. It's small, perfect for the cozy style room. At least, she'll sleep peacefully without having to worry about Wilson and...

Sitting on the bed, she took out her phone. Before switching it on, she checked the phone.

00:30 AM.

Alyssa must be sleeping. She's usually sleeping by this time.

Switching on the phone, she went to her contact list and dialed a number.

"Yes?" the person said upon answering.

"Prepare divorce papers."