The Journal Assignment Ch. 02

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Author’s note – If you haven’t read Chapter 1, I recommend you go back and read it before this one. If you’re looking for a flash story, or a “quickie” this may not be for you. This is a character developed story with sexual scenes.

Chapter 2

Third Journal Entry

Hi Logan,

It’s Friday. I’ve taken the day off. Mr. Moore has been really understanding and told me that for all the good I’ve contributed to the company, taking a day here or there for myself is really no big deal. It didn’t fall on deaf ears, and this week has been slower. Mr. Moore is gone on a business trip and agreed that I should take the day off. “Use it as an opportunity to do something for yourself,” he said.

I find it funny he would say something like that. He doesn’t know much about my personal life. I guess after spending so much time with one person, it’s hard not to get an general idea of what they’re like outside of work. These rare moments are nice. I can take this time to reflect and pursue this Journal Assignment before my next meeting with Dr. Stevenson. I did find it odd that Mr. Moore would agree to give me Friday off, since I didn’t go to work on Tuesday.

I wonder why? Lorna, just get on with it. You know you want to write about it. It’s eating at you, and you can’t stop smiling. Who cares why Mr. Moore agreed, and give the man a little credit. He’s a smart guy. He was there at Yoan’s going away party. He has eyes. So, come on. Get it off your chest, girl. Or should I say, pretty girl?

Oh my god! Okay, right. I can’t stop thinking about Yoan. What the hell was that? It’s like he was in my head. He knew what I liked without me having to say anything. He even knew what I liked before I knew I’d like it. I’m freaking out a little.

Lorna, stop over thinking. Just stick to the facts. You can talk to Dr. Stevenson if you need to analyse it when you see him next week.

It was great. It was memorable. It was the best moment of my life. I never thought I’d say this one day, but it was better than the time I laid my head on Logan’s lap. Why? Because it was a shared experience. Yoan took charge, and that’s sexy as hell to me. I didn’t think that after the Rick debacle, I’d be lucky enough to have a good one night stand experience. Then again, if a person has sex with the same guy the following morning is it still considered a one night stand? Regardless of the answer, Yoan was a fantastic lover. He opened the door to something I never thought I would want, let alone like.

After the exhilarating night we shared, we had quite the morning after.

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It was early Tuesday morning and the sun rose. I felt shifting in the bed next to me and the night before came flooding back into my mind. Yoan had carried me to his bedroom and gently laid me onto his bed, kissing my mouth and whispering sweet words in my ear. It didn’t take any time for me to fall asleep. It was a peaceful sleep, too.

“Are you awake, pretty girl?”

I turned and my eyes opened. There he was inches away from my face showing off his white teeth.

“Hi! Slept well?” I asked.

“Of course, I did. After the fun we had last night, I had the best sleep ever.” His hand caressed my head. “I want you to call Mr. Moore to let him know you won’t be in the office today.”

“Oh, you do? Do you? What if I said no?”

I’ll admit, I felt good about myself. Very confident and in control. I couldn’t resist. He looked mischievous but his tone was very matter-of-fact and it didn’t seem like I had much room for negotiation. At the same time, Yoan’s such a fun guy. How serious could he be? And there was no harm in being playful, or so I thought.

“Lorna, I’m not asking. No is not a viable answer.” He wasn’t smiling anymore, but still stroked my hair. “Now, I don’t usually like to repeat myself, but I can make an exception from time to time. Are you making me repeat myself?”

My stomach fluttered with excitement, but at the same time my nerves were shaken. The confidence I had two minutes ago walked straight out the door. I had a hard time swallowing, but mustered the courage to answer.

“No…no, you don’t. I’m not sure where my purse is. I need my phone.”

He smiled. “You’re making me very happy, Lorna. Let me go have a look in the living room, it’s probably still on the floor.” He got out of the bed, still naked.

I wasn’t sure what was going on. It felt like he was doing a one-eighty compared to the night before, and I couldn’t help but stare at his ass. I hadn’t had the chance to see it yet. His cheeks were nicely round, white with orange freckles. He came back in the bedroom with my cell phone in his hand and I noticed he had slipped on a pair of boxers.

“You went through my purse?” I said, surprised.

“Make the call, Lorna,” Yoan said, shrugging off the question like he hadn’t heard it. He handed the phone to me. “I’ll give you a little privacy. I need to go get something anyway. I’ll be back by the time you’re done with your call.” He walked out the bedroom.

I stared at my phone for a minute. Was I really karabük escort going to call in sick? Yes. Yes, I was. My hands shook, but my clenching pussy told me to make the call. It had a mind of its own and wanted to relive last night’s experience. I punched in Mr. Moore’s office number in my phone. It was too early for anyone to be in and I knew it would go straight to voicemail.

“Hi, Mr. Moore. It’s Lorna. I’m not feeling too good this morning. I don’t think it was a good idea to go out on a Monday night and have a few drinks, and so, I won’t be coming in today. Should you need anything, please don’t hesitate to call me. My personal number is in your Blackberry. Otherwise, I should be in tomorrow.”

When I put the phone down on the nightstand and turned my head, I noticed Yoan standing in the doorway. He had that mischievous smile on his gorgeous face again.

“I’m very pleased with you, Lorna. Do you know that?” He did look pleased.

“Yoan, what are you doing? What is this? A game? If you wanted me to stay, all you had to do was say it.” He made me nervous, but I gave him a big smile to show I really wanted to stay with him, that I was in no rush to leave.

“When I saw you walking up to me last night, I never would have imagined the words that came out of that mouth of yours. You surprised me, Lorna, and that’s not something that happens often.”

I could tell he held something behind his back. My nerves got the best of me and I sat straight, crossing my arms over my breasts. My heart raced. Still, I was intrigued and I stayed put. “Yoan, you’re making me nervous. Can you stop ignoring my questions, please. Last night was amazing.”

“I never would have thought that you had balls that big. You always seemed in your own little world. Confident wouldn’t have been the word I would have used to describe you. Mysterious and captivating, at the very best, but not confident. You got my attention, Lorna.”

“Is that what we’re doing, Yoan? Just spitting out sentences and simply not acknowledging what the other person is saying?” I was getting frustrated with him, and decided it was time to take a stand, literally. I got out of the bed and went to stand in front of him, naked, my arms still crossed in front of my breasts.

“Let me through, Yoan. My dress is still in the living room and I’m pretty sure my underwear is somewhere in there too.”

“You shouldn’t be talking to me in that tone of voice, Lorna,” he said in a stern voice. His piercing eyes felt like he saw right through me. The look sent shivers down my spine and jolts of excitement to my nether regions. I felt goosebumps on the backs of my thighs.

“And why not? What are you going to do about it?” I’d had enough. I had no clue what game he was playing and at this point, all I wanted was a hot shower and cup of coffee.

He chuckled. “You are quite a piece of work, Lorna. Did you know that? Feisty, yes, but you are other things too. Do you want me to tell you what you are?” His voice was softer. He reached out and pulled a hair strand away from my face and tucked it behind my ear.

I didn’t know what to answer to that. I stayed paralyzed, staring at him. He still had one hand behind his back. What was he hiding? His confidence was mind blowing. He seemed unshakable.

“You’re a people pleaser, Lorna. Deep down, you need to please everyone around you. You long for someone to see you and you need a man to take the lead.”

He came closer, inches away from my face, inches away from my naked body. I could feel his heat mixing with mine. Being that close to him made my body yearn for his. My nipples hardened. I couldn’t help bringing my hand to his arm to stroke him gently. I needed to touch him, and I didn’t care if I was exposing myself to him. I wasn’t covering much anyway.

He whispered in my ear, “It’s a visceral need, isn’t it?” He stepped back to look me in the eye.

I couldn’t move. I couldn’t speak. Fear…I felt it creeping inward. My throat closed, my pulse raced and my palms were moist. My eyes dipped to the floor. I couldn’t look at him anymore. My chest heaved. My arms couldn’t cover everything. They couldn’t cover the truth he so easily saw in me. I felt utterly vulnerable.

“Yoan,” my voice cracked, “please stop this. You’re scaring me.” As I said those words, tears welled up. What was happening to me? I was unravelling on the spot. I felt his finger under my chin, forcing my head up but I still couldn’t look at him.

“It’s okay, pretty girl, don’t be afraid. Look at me,” he said softly while his finger was still pressing underneath my chin. I looked up and as my eyes meet his, the tears came running down my cheeks.

“I promise you…I’ll only give you what you want,” he said in a reassuring voice. “My pleasure will be mirrored in your pleasure.” My body surrendered when his hand wiped off my tears and he kissed me on the cheek. My fingers came up to touch my lips and I gazed at him. I searched his eyes for the meaning behind everything that happened. My lips osmaniye escort went looking for his. He met my kiss, but pulled back after a few seconds.

“If you need me to stop at any time, pretty girl, I want you to say bunny . Understood?”

Stop? I didn’t understand. Why would I want him to stop? I rested my head on his shoulder and my arms wrapped themselves around his neck. I breathed in deeply to take in his scent, and kissed his neck.

“Lorna, I need you to acknowledge what I just asked you. It’s important.” His hand rubbed my lower back. “Be a good girl, tell me what you need to say if you want me to stop everything.” His hand pressed my lower back a little harder before shifting lower to linger on my butt cheek, massaging it.

His touch was like fire on my skin. I felt under his spell. “Yes, Yoan. I understand,” I mumbled between kisses. “If I want you to stop, I need to say bunny .”

I’m not sure what kind of power he had over me, maybe the alcohol from the night before was still affecting my judgement? Otherwise, how could I explain going from being frustrated with him, to crying and now being a lustful mess? I couldn’t explain it to myself, and at this point, I didn’t care. I felt like he could see everything in me anyway and I didn’t see the point in trying to fight it.

“That’s my pretty girl,” I heard him say. “Now, give me your wrists.”

I stopped kissing him and took a step back. His face was serious. I could tell he wasn’t asking if I wanted to or not. He was simply telling me. Without thinking, I brought my wrists in front of me and offered them to him.

“You’re very obedient. I’ll reward you for that, my pretty girl.” He grabbed my right wrist and that’s when I saw the velcro restraints. He slipped it on and pulled on the buckle.

“OW!” I yelped.

He took my left wrist and did the same. This time, I was prepared when he pulled on the buckle. On each restraint was a small clip that allowed them to be attached.

“Turn around,” he said in a low voice.

I obeyed and turned. I wasn’t scared anymore. His sweet words had reassured me, and so I decided to put my trust in him, even though I really didn’t know him. I heard the clipping sound and tugged to check. No doubt, my arms would be out of commission for whatever he had planned. My heart beat faster. I could hear the thumping in my ears.

“Now…” he said while turning me to face him. “I didn’t appreciate your tone of voice earlier.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any disrespect.” I felt like a child being scolded.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean any disrespect, what?” he said with authority.

“What? What?” Looking in his eyes, I searched for the meaning of his question.

He sat on the bed and in a brisk movement, pulled me over his knees, tugging on the restraints with one hand and stroking my bare ass with the other. There I was, helpless and expected to provide an answer to a question I didn’t understand.

“I…I don’t know what you want to hear, Yoan,” I whispered.

SLAP! The sound resounded in the room.

“Oh my, Yoan! What are you doing?” I don’t know what I was expecting, lying across his knees like that, but I didn’t expect a spanking that’s for sure.

“I’m punishing you for the way you spoke to me. I demand respect and obedience.”

“But…but I just told you, I meant no disrespect!”

His hand came crashing down, harder this time.

“Not good enough. You meant no disrespect, what?”

“Ow! That hurts, Yoan!”

“It’s a spanking, it supposed to hurt, you disrespectful piece of ass! Now say it!” he shouted as his hand went down on my bare bottom once more.

My butt cheek stung. If he planned to keep spanking me, the least he could do was spank the other cheek. He wanted something from me, but what? I wanted him to stop. He’d said something about a safe word…What was it again?

He slapped me again and again and again. Every time his hand connected with the tender spot of my lower cheek, I wanted to wiggle my way out of his grasp. The pain was unbearable. Still I didn’t, but my back arched every time.

The word bunny flashed in my mind and my stinging butt cheek made me consider using it for a second.

Lorna, think this through. You like him. He likes you. Your heart is racing. Don’t you want to see what comes next? If you say the safe word, it’s over. Didn’t he say he wanted to give you what you wanted? Maybe he sees you. Just breathe Lorna. He’s looking for an answer. Think!

I blurted, “Oooww! I’m sorry. I meant no disrespect, SIR! Please, please!”

“That’s it,” he said softly while rubbing the pain away from my butt cheek. The stinging mixed with his soft rubbing touch felt good for some reason. I felt tingling sensations in my pussy. Oh gosh, what was happening? I was actually liking this.

As he said that, I felt his hand stroke my other butt cheek and I was afraid he would spank me again. Instead, his hand migrated between my cheeks, lingering near my little bud.

“Spread marmaris escort your legs!”

My body was in disconnection with my brain. There were no rational thoughts going through my mind that had an impact on my body’s responses. A part of me wanted to get up, and run away and never look back. Yet another part of me liked this confident and dominant man. My body was still not responding to me. Before I could understand why, I obeyed and separated my legs. This body of mine was a traitor.

His hand continued its way down. I gasped. He just slipped two fingers in my pussy.

“Oh you bad little girl. You liked that spanking didn’t you?”

I could hear the smile in his voice.

“No…I mean…I don’t know…sir,” I mumbled. I was unsure of myself.

He laughed – a loud and genuine laugh. “You’re telling me you didn’t enjoy that? Well, I’m not sure your pussy agrees with you. You’re soaked!”

He took his fingers out of my pussy and brought them under my nose. He paused to make me smell them.

“Damn, why is this exciting me?” I asked myself.

“Tell me that’s not a sign of arousal and I’ll stop right now.” He continued chuckling.

I closed my eyes and hung my head. I was ashamed my body betrayed me. “You’re right, sir, that is a sign of arousal.” There was no denying it. My juices proved it.

He gave me a soft slap on the ass with his other hand while rubbing his fingers full of my juices on my lips, before forcing them in my mouth. He wiggled them around my tongue and to my own surprised, I sucked and licked them. I liked it too.

“Ha! Ha! Ha! Of course I’m right. Look at you, so eager to please. You’re even sucking my fingers. Your body is betraying you, my beautiful.”

I turned my head to meet his eyes, and I knew…I knew my place. I was the obedient one and I wanted him in control.

“Tell me what you’ve always wanted that you’ve never dared to ask?” The smile and laughter was gone from his voice. He rubbed my lower back, drifting to my butt again. My brain was on overdrive. Was this a trick question? I couldn’t make him repeat, I knew what would happen if I did…another spanking.

“I…” I started looking for my words and whispered, “I want to be taken firmly from behind, sir.” As the words left my mouth, I could feel my cheeks changing colour and my ears burning. Was there nothing I could hide from him?

“Good. I appreciate your honesty. And to be clear, when you say “take you from behind,”you’re talking about me fucking your pussy hole?”

Oh jeez. Those words sent tingling shots right to my pussy.

“Yes, sir.”

“So, you want me to take you forcefully from behind? Throw you on the bed and pound your pussy? Is that it, my pretty girl? You want me to pay no fuss to your moaning and pleading, and just take you?”

I swear he had put a spell on me. There’s no other way. I don’t know if it was the firmness or the tone in his voice, but the fact was he knew exactly what to say.

“Oh yes, please sir. Yes, that’s what I want!” My body screamed. Oh god!

“Well, you’re not in charge now are you? You don’t get to decide when and how I take you.”

It was clear, I was not the one deciding the way this was going to go. He wanted me to understand that he was the one leading.

“I get it, sir. You’re the one calling the shots! I’m simply here for your pleasure. Please let me show you how I want to pleasure you.”

I didn’t know what the hell I was saying. My mouth was babbling on its own. Who was this Lorna? Where was the assertive woman who walked up to him the night before and flirted with him shamelessly?

Lorna, go with it. Please, it feels good. Just let it go, don’t try to make sense of everything all the time and just be.

Maybe my inner voice was right. Just maybe, I needed to quiet down the rational side of my brain. Accept that this felt right and simply go with it.

“You’re damn right. I’m the one calling the shots!” Yoan laughed again. “You’re a smart one, sweetie. If there’s one thing I like, it’s a smart naughty submissive. And just for that, I’ll agree to give you exactly what you want…” he paused.

My heart was beating rapidly. His laughter and approval sent me into a place of warmth and happiness. Then silence. It felt as if he let me absorb his words. If I could only hear his thoughts, but there was no need. He soon followed with, “…but before I give you what you desire…” he pause again, pulled on my restraints to bring me back on my feet. “On your knees!”

I dropped to my knees without thinking, arms still behind my back, looking up at him in a state of awe. He stood in front of me, his crotch in my face. My clit pulsated with desire, my mouth watered. I wanted him to take me badly, but I wanted to please him. I waited.

He wasn’t doing anything. He simply stood there, his crotch inches from my face. Again, just waiting.

I squirmed like a child and rubbed my face on his leg. Tilting my head backwards, my eyes pleaded with him. He showed me his approval by shining those white teeth at me. I closed my eyes and pushed my chin up, gently brushing my cheek on his groin. Like a cat stroking its head on its master’s leg, I was stroked my face on his manhood. I could feel his excitement through his boxers and that only made me want him more. I squeezed my legs together, putting pressure on my clit. I was a wanting mess and he could tell.

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