Paralysis

5th Level

_ “Shall we play our little game of truths again?” he said, pouring the wine.

_ “I’d love to.”

_ “What’s your relationship like with your family?”

_ “Hmm… I’m not very close to my father; he deprived me of many joys for his own sake. I love my mother very much and I listen to her a lot, but I resent her for never standing up for us in front of my father. As for my sisters, they’re my best friends, my confidantes, the only ones who’ve always supported me... And you? I said, taking a sip of that delicious wine

_ *he sighs; I’m not close to my father, nor am I close to my mother. I’m grateful to them for everything they’ve provided me with materially, but I don’t really remember them as loving, present parents

_ You mean you spent your childhood practically alone?

_ Yes, especially from the age of 10 onwards. Before that, I had a friend, the only friend I’ve ever had... He died in a car crash

_ That’s terrible..., I... I’m sorry

_ You don’t need to be, it’s been several years now and you had nothing to do with it

There was a brief silence, then the starters arrived. That looks good.

_ Why are you trying to provoke me?, he said suddenly

_ Because you’re provoking me. You, why are you provoking me?

_ Because you’re my wife; he’s staring at me intently. If I don’t provoke you, who am I going to provoke?

_ Are you a sadist or a masochist?

My question seems to take him by surprise. He takes a few bites before answering me.

_ A bit of both, but in truth, sadism and masochism are just ways of getting a thrill

_ A thrill!?

_ Yes, um... A bit like what happened in the bedroom earlier

He says it as if it were nothing. But thinking back on that... spanking, I blush.

_ And is that what happens when you get... violent?, I say softly

_ Let’s just say it was only a taste of things to come...

A taste of things to come... I want to see him at his limit.

The courses followed one after another in complete silence, right up to dessert.

_ What are you thinking about?, he asks

_ Nothing in particular, and you?

_ About f*****g you in the car

He said it looking me straight in the eye, proof of how serious he was. I feel embarrassed. I blush again.

_ You blush a lot, sensitive yet provocative. .. A bit strange, isn’t it?

_ I...

_ Have you finished?, interrupted the waiter.

_ Yes, the bill please, said Guillaume.

He paid and we left the restaurant. At the car, Guillaume opened the door for me. I hesitated to get in, but he smiled at me.

_ Don’t worry, I can wait until we get home

I decide to trust him anyway. I get in. On the way back, it started pouring with rain. When we arrived, he parked and we ran towards the house. But, halfway there, I unfortunately slipped and fell on the wet ground.

_ Ouch! Blimey!

_ Khrystal! Wait, I’ll help you

He carried me like a princess into the bedroom and gently laid me down on the bed. He carefully took off my heels and examined my ankle.

_ You’ve sprained your ankle; it’s not serious, but be careful next time.

I nod. He looks at me.

_ You’re soaking wet; you’ll catch a chill like that.

Before I even had time to react, he started undressing me, sliding the sleeves of my dress off my shoulders. Once my dress is off, he throws it on the floor before undressing himself. He looks at me; I think I’m blushing. He comes closer to unhook my bra and take it off. Then he carries me to the shower, where he sets me down before turning on the hot water.

We’re naked in the shower and I don’t know what he’s planning to do. He puts gel on his hands, rubs them together and lathers my body with it. My neck, my arms. When he reached my breasts, he moved even closer, taking his time to knead them thoroughly. I’m breathing harder; I want to grab his hands but I can’t move. He moves down to my stomach and hips. He pauses briefly to look at me.

He puts more gel on his hands and rubs my legs, working his way up. He rubs the front of my thighs and turns me round. He gently pulls my ponytail so that I arch my back. And he starts rubbing my back, reaching my buttocks. I can hear him breathing heavily against my back. He kneads my buttocks and slides his hand towards my private parts. He grabs my hair with one hand and with the other makes circular movements on my c******s and tugs at it. I moan. He does it again, but faster. He tugs again and, biting my ear, I moan and shiver.

He steps back for a moment and studies me. He takes some gel and rubs it on his arms and neck. I interrupt him.

_ You washed me, so let me wash you, I said

_ Are you sure you can do it?

It’s true that I can’t move, or even stand properly on my own two feet, but…

_ If you ask me to do it, I’ll do it

He moved closer and turned me round to look me in the eyes.

_ All right then, wash me

His words immediately relaxed my muscles. So I was right. I took the gel and put some on my hands.

_ Turn round, I said

He did as I asked. I then rubbed his manly back. I then slide my hands between his arms to gently rub his chest. My hands glide over his abs and land on his thick, already hard c**k. I take it in one hand and massage it up and down. He says nothing, but I can feel him getting harder and harder. With my other hand, I massage his balls, squeezing and pulling them gently. He watches my hands intently. I pull harder, and he stops me, turns me round and pins me against a wall. He lifts my thighs and wraps my legs around his waist.

He looks deeply into my eyes for a few seconds, then kisses me languidly, slowly and tenderly. I don’t want this moment to end.

I think I’m falling in love...