1. Discovery part 1


    Date: 8/6/2015, Categories: Seduction, Author: humblemetsuke, Rating: 7, Source: LushStories

    true, given how uneasy she seemed. It pained me immeasurably to see her so agitated. Finally, she broke the silence. “Tony…” she began. I glanced at her impassively, fearful that were I to speak, I would interrupt the incantation, and distract her from the obvious effort it was taking for her to even speak. “On your laptop - I’m so sorry, but I saw some things on it.” I could tell she was anxious, she licked her lips in an unconscious act of innocent eroticism, and in doing so, I found myself stirring unintentionally. I was struck by the porcelain like sheen of her skin, a milky white colour that managed to be on the right side of pale. At the mention of this it felt as if the blood in my veins has turned to ice water, and my heart, pounded loudly within my chest, as if it were some late night penitent, demanding entry to the church for absolution. A thin sheen of sweat glistened on my forehead, and the room felt hot, so unbearably hot. Adopting a seemingly nonchalant air to conceal my increasing unease, I consciously forced my voice to remain light when I asked: “And what did you see?” My eyes had taken on the colour and consistency of liquid tar, two deep seated pits of stone in some tribal fetish head, a stony faced tribal idol impassively awaiting the response from a supplicant, and I could feel my jaw tighten as my anger and fear began ...
    to rise. At this, Claire flushed, quickly glanced at my stony expression as if to acquire some measure of my thoughts and feelings, and having stared into the abyss, and finding nothing, she blurted out, “Kinky BDSM stuff. Spanking mostly.” It was as I feared. At that moment, I hated her, with every inch of my being. “I’m so sorry, I wasn’t snooping, well, I mean I just…oh god…..” At this her voice trailed off shakily. Regaining her composure she continued. “I accidentally clicked on some folder and there was all this porn and I was curious because you are so…reserved all the time and I just wanted to get to know you a little better.” I had spent so long concealing my kink and my desires, living in equal fear and shame of them, and forever doomed to worry or contend with the possibility of discovery that what she had just bleated even register. It was if Claire had spoken some archaic, dead language: a word that whilst laced with menace, was not fully comprehensible to the listener. The smile that had slowly spread across my face was frozen into a rictus, and for the first time in a very lengthy period of time, I felt that cold, icy chill of anger deep within my chest. I favoured Claire with a wintry smile, and given the anxiety on her face, it seemed that conveyed my feelings far greater or eloquently than mere words or threats ever could.
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