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Discovery part 2
Date: 8/9/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: humblemetsuke, Rating: 3, Source: LushStories
My mind buzzed with a number of conflicting thoughts, emotions and ideas as to how best to resolve this unfortunate turn of events. Panicked by the ambush, I found myself floundering and desperately trying to maintain the stony faced façade that was my trademark, humiliated at the discovery and appalled at my own stupidity. I made my move. “How much?” I asked. I may have spoken Mandarin for the effect it had, serving to break Claire from her reverie and the confusion that etched itself onto her face replaced the anxiety that had previously marked it. She stared at me wordlessly, her mouth in a caricature tableau of surprise and bewilderment. I sighed deeply. “How much do you want to make this go away? Forget it?” Staring at her intensely, I could actually envisage the cogs in her mind slowly but surely turn and grind to process what she had just heard, and when the realisation dawned upon her what I was proposing, the confusion gave way to indignation and horror. “Jesus, Tony! This isn’t blackmail! I don’t want your damn money!” Damn. My ace in the hole was now defunct. My face crumpled as I sagged into the chair, my face resting limply in my hands. The world was spinning out of control, an unreal and very unpleasant sense of vertigo overwhelming me. I felt my gorge rise, and my heart rate elevate, sensing the hallmarks of a panic attack I stood up to go to the sink. My ambitious overture must have drawn the ire of Fate, ironically in my desire to prevent humiliating myself ... further, I collapsed back into the chair thus securing further shame. Unable to look her in the eye, I summoned as much of my strength as I could. My throat felt raw, and my jaw muscles ached. “Claire. I am very sorry you were privy to such vile material. I had hoped that that part of my life would remain…closed off, and private. I apologise for any offence caused, and hope that you can in time, forget or forgive it.” I shakily inhaled to steady my jangled nerves and continued. “This is a source of constant shame for me. I am not proud of these desires, these interests. They sicken me, and I wish…they’d go away. But please, don’t be afraid of me.” My voice caught in my throat, and damning tears of both impotent rage and frustration, sprung to my eyes. I heard only the soft rustle of her dress scape against the chair, and found myself enveloped in her arms. Horrified at this act of clemency and compassion, I sobbed into her breast. She cradled me in her arms, gently rocking me. After a while, I was in a position to actually engage once again. “Tony, why does it matter what I think?” I stared mutely at the floor, desperately eager for this hellish nightmare to go away. Maintaining that same, deadpan tone of voice, Claire continued. “And if I asked you to spank me, what would your reaction be?” I moaned pitifully, and violently shook my head like some demented mongrel. She sighed. "I thought as much. You struggle with it because it seems to be about inflicting pain, and deriving ...