Paralysis

8th Level

It was François... François Richman, the boss’s son. He stood in the doorway, looking taken aback.

_ Um... S-sorry to bother you, but... we’re just about to sit down to dinner, he said before leaving as quickly as he’d arrived

With that, I moved towards the door to return to the main room, but Guillaume pulled me back and held me close.

_ I don’t really want to leave, he said softly

He slid his hand into my slit and gently squeezed my s*x. His touch took my breath away and... We were interrupted once again. He quickly withdrew his hand but kept me in his arms. It was a blonde in a suit that was a bit too revealing for my liking.

_ Nadia! I’ve told you before to knock before entering my office, he grumbles

So that’s Nadia. From a distance or up close, I can’t stand this bimbo.

_ Excuse me, sir, but I wanted to tell you that...

_ Yes, I know, we’re about to eat. Now please leave, we’re coming, he said, exasperated

_ But, sir, I wanted to know...

_ Nadia, you’re disturbing us

_ I’m sorry, sir... I’m leaving, sir

She leaves, giving me a fake smile whilst taking her time to close the door. It’s as if she didn’t want to leave us alone. Guillaume presses his forehead against mine with a deep sigh.

_ Apparently, they don’t want to leave me alone with my wife for a moment

I laugh; he looks desperate. We then get back into the lift.

_ I didn’t know you were so bossy

_ I don’t know what you’re talking about, he feigns

_ Nadia, I say, smiling as the lift doors open

Waiters point us towards the door at the far end, towards which the few remaining people in the room are heading. Beyond that door, long tables, luxuriously laid with pink tablecloths, stretch out.

The bimbo from earlier (Nadia) arrives, strutting her stuff.

_ Sir, your seat is next to Mr Jéraume’s. Would you like me to show you there?

_ No thanks, Nadia, I’ll manage. Thanks, he said curtly

_ But... but... but...

She looked shocked and stood there speechless as Guillaume and I made our way towards a man at the back. Tall, burly, dark-haired, Jéraume Dubervil, a lawyer with a good reputation. Guillaume pulls out a chair for me; I sit down, and he takes the seat between me and Jéraume. After a few minutes, the firm’s director stood up and gave an emotional speech glorifying the four years that had passed since the firm opened.

Then came the time to serve the starters. Very refined. I ate quietly whilst the people around me chatted. Suddenly, a shiver ran through my body. Guillaume stroked my thigh under the table. When I look at him, he pulls his hand away as if nothing had happened. Then he starts again, but this time on the back of my neck. It exasperates me and I tell him off.

_ Stop it, you’re bothering me, I whisper

_ I don’t know what you’re talking about, darling, he says, looking innocent

Nevertheless, he continued to tease me throughout the dinner.

After saying goodbye to a few people, we head downstairs and set off for home. Once we’re back, Guillaume goes to take a shower whilst I go to drink some water. I think back on my relationship with Guillaume. For a while now, I’ve admitted the truth to myself: I’m in love with him. I don’t know exactly how he feels, but I know he wants me… and I want him too. Deep down, it’s only fear that’s stopping me from taking things further. “I’ll never hurt you.” His words echo in my head like chimes. I walk into the bedroom and he’s already in the shower.

I undress and join him in the shower. He looks at me questioningly.

_ Guillaume... I... I want you...

He doesn’t need to hear it twice. He pulls me against him and kisses me passionately, lifting me up and pressing me against him. He pulls away from my lips, breathless.

_ I’ve wanted you since the day we met

He starts planting soft kisses on my neck. Then he moves down and sucks powerfully on one of my breasts before tugging at my n****e with his teeth. The pain shoots down to my s*x and I moan. He repeats the same motion with my other breast. It’s intense, powerful—I’ve never felt anything like it.

_ Annnnhhh

_ Your skin feels so good, he growls

He traces circles with his thumb over my c******s, then slides a finger inside me whilst gently biting my neck. It’s exquisite; I moan. The second finger follows soon after. The knots in my stomach twist and turn as he slides in and out of me with his skilled fingers. I feel a burning, panting heat rising within me. He withdraws his fingers and looks at me intensely, and it is with a passionate kiss that he grips my hips and thrusts into me with a sharp jolt. The kiss stifles my cry, but the pain is very much there.

Seconds pass and he starts moving again, twisting inside me. He pulls out and sets me down on the floor. My legs are all trembling, but he holds me and turns me round. He pins my hands to the wall; they clench almost immediately. He arches my back and enters me more slowly and more deeply; I let out a cry followed by a long moan. He remains still for a few more seconds. What follows is faster; he fills me and pounds me faster and faster. The pain quickly gives way to pleasure. His thrusts come down violently on my backside. He is fast, strong, powerful. My body vibrates to the rhythm of his thrusts.

_ Let yourself go, baby, he says, pounding me with violent thrusts

It’s building... I’m burning… I can’t take any more and I give in to a devastating orgasm, screaming his name. He groans, then comes inside me and his fluid warms me from within.

He rests his head on my neck to catch his breath. After a moment, he pulls out and turns me round. He kisses my forehead and we share a tender moment in the shower.