Paralysis

6th Level

A week's reflection

It’s already been a week and three days since I married Guillaume. Since then, we’ve grown much closer, even though we still haven’t slept together. Over the last few days, we’ve got to know each other better and started to feel more comfortable with one another. I’ve also managed to pinpoint this paralysis issue I often suffer from. It has a sort of hold over me; when he touches me, it literally paralyses me, and he’s the only one who can control it.

I’ve finished serving breakfast, but he still hasn’t come downstairs. I pick up the post from the table and go to fetch him from the bedroom. I open the door and find him still naked, sitting with his legs apart. It’s quite a sight… I’ve seen him naked several times before, but I blush every single time. He’s focused on his phone and isn’t paying any attention to me. I walk over and snatch the phone from him. He looks at me, surprised.

_ I’ve been waiting for you to eat for ages now, I say, looking annoyed

_ Sorry, darling, but I had to sort something out quickly

He stands up, but his movements block my view and I pretend to stumble. He grabs my hand and pulls me. I land on my knees in front of him. I freeze and stare at his p***s.

_ Why do you react like that every time you see it? It’s not exactly ugly, though.

He takes my head in his hands and runs his fingers through my hair.

_ Touch it.

I do as he says, despite myself. I stroke it with my fingernails.

_ Better than that.

I take it in my whole hand and massage it up and down.

_ See, it wasn’t that bad.

He gently tugs at my hair to make me lift my head and kisses me tenderly. Unfortunately, we’re interrupted by his phone ringing. We pull apart and he picks up his phone before answering.

_ Hello, yes... Ah, Nadia, thank you so much...

Nadia!? Anyway, I pick up the post scattered on the floor and put it on the desk. I go downstairs and wait for him at the table.

This is the second time I’ve massaged his parts. The first time, in the shower... it was so... He snaps me out of my thoughts as he comes rushing down the stairs to sit down.

_ Sorry to have kept you waiting

_ Who’s Nadia?, I asked calmly

_ My secretary. Why?

His secretary, of course! I feel a bit silly for asking the question.

_ What did you think? I didn’t know you were the jealous type

_ I... I’m not the jealous type, it’s just that I don’t share everything

We looked at each other for a moment and laughed before tucking into our plates.

After we’d eaten, he went upstairs to get his things whilst I cleared the table. Just as I was climbing the stairs to join him in the bedroom, he came back down. He grabbed my hand as he passed me and I turned round. He then kissed me passionately.

_ I don’t want to leave you. I’d love to stay with you all day, but I have important commitments today that I can’t put off

He kisses me again before continuing.

_ And, tonight, we’re invited to a party organised by my firm to celebrate its four years of success

_ A party?

_ Yes. I’ll be back soon, with a little gift for you.

He kisses me one last time and leaves, wishing me a good day.

I go about my daily business, but I still find myself thinking of him. For some time now, I’ve been discovering a more romantic side to him. There are always those intense moments, like this morning—and they’re becoming more and more intense. But there are romantic moments too. Yesterday, for example, he sent me a bouquet of red roses with a card that read

“To the woman whose beauty puts even her roses to shame”

And when he kisses me… I melt. I even find myself wondering if I’m starting to develop feelings for this man who is so kind, so intriguing, so intense.

The day passes quickly and it’s already 6 pm. I hear the front door open, so I hurry to see who it is. Guillaume has just come in carrying two boxes, one larger than the other. I go over to help him and take the boxes, but he hands me his bag. I take it and he places a light kiss on my forehead.

_ Good evening, he says in a sensual voice

_ Good evening. What’s that?, I say, pointing at the boxes

_ I told you I’d bring you a present, didn’t I? Come on.

He took me by the hand and we went up to the bedroom. I put his bag and the boxes on the bed. He calmly takes off his jacket and shirt. I watch him closely. He pulls me by the hand and lays me down on the bed before climbing on top of me. He strokes my face, looking intently into my eyes.

_ I’ve been thinking about you all day, and actually, it’s got me hard. I don’t know why, but... It’s getting harder and harder for me to be away from you...

He looks a bit sad. I savour every caress, letting the questions flood my mind.

_ You’re so gentle… I can’t understand how anyone could say you’re violent…

_ *He sighs. Alas, it’s the truth. The proof is that right now, I want to tie you up and spank you hard before f*****g you with all my strength

His voice is firm and sensual. I blush crimson. Tie me up... spank me... f**k me...

_ But, he continued, stroking my thigh, I’d never do it without your consent

_ I want to know more... and judge the level of violence for myself...

_ *He smiles. To find out more, my dear, you have to try it, you have to experience it... And I don’t think you’re ready to go that far just yet...

He looks me in the eyes as if seeking a sign of approval. He places a chaste kiss on my forehead and stands up. He hands me the boxes.

_ Here, go and get ready for the evening.

I do as he says without thinking too much about it. I’m ready after 45 minutes.