The Helldesk Ch. 04

Author's note: Thanks for all the love for the story so far. Apologies that this has taken a little longer than expected, I've gone back and made some tweaks to the previous three chapters in an attempt to make Emma a little less bipolar!

Thanks to SM for pointers and suggestions.

*** If you have issues with themes of coercion or non-consent, or with reasonably intense S&M, I would suggest you read elsewhere. It shouldn't have to be said, but if this were to happen in real life, it would ONLY be possible to classify this (and what has been portrayed in previous chapters) as sexual abuse. Hence the reason this is intended to stay firmly in the realm of fiction. ***

Some people hoped I might go a little easier on Emma, but that's not really why we're here in the forum marked Non-Consent and Reluctance, now is it?

I hope you enjoy it!

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Chapter Four

As I stared into her eyes, I wondered what her response would be. Emma had mentioned not believing she had a choice, but now that I had made it clear to her that I was serious, I was pretty confident she would change her mind.

"I still don't believe you. Someone who engages in this kind of behavior isn't trustworthy in my book. You've repeatedly threatened to expose me, and whilst I can't help the way my body reacts, I'm not going to salve your conscience by rubber-stamping your actions."

What!? The little, fucking tart! I wasn't going to take that kind of attitude lying down. She obviously wanted to push me into making things more intense for her. So be it! We would see if she could keep up.

"Well, my little peach, I'm sorry to hear you say that. For now, I guess we'll just have to continue with the status quo. In fact, maybe we should look to even the score a little. I've worked hard to get your rocks off several times this evening, I think it's about time you returned the favor. Get down between my knees, under the tablecloth."

For a moment, she just continued to stare at me, those piercing eyes doing their best to bore right through me. Finally, she sighed and slipped down low in the booth, glancing around to see if anyone was watching. With a fluid grace, she slipped below the tablecloth with minimal effort and I felt her shift around and come to rest with both hands on my thighs. I folded up the long hem of the tablecloth and tucked the edge under my empty plate to stop it rolling back down.

I reached into my jacket pocket and pulled out the remote vibe I had grabbed earlier and passed it down to her. "Every played with one of those before?" I asked as she turned it over in her hands.

She looked puzzled for a moment, and then her eyes opened a little wider as she realized what she was holding. It was a dual function device, controlled by a cell phone - pretty damn expensive too. Well worth the money though as it was fully waterproof and worked much better than the cheap Chinese units which were all too readily available online. "It's sterilized," I told her, "only been used once before, with disastrous results for the unfortunate girl who wore it." I smiled as I recalled, "She was a normally quiet girl - the repressed librarian type. All cardigans, horn rimmed glasses, and tweed skirts falling well below the knee. Not someone I would normally look twice at, except I couldn't help but notice her carefully camouflaged rack, and so spent three weeks tempting her into bed. Turned out she fantasized about being groped in public and would come like a train if you made her remove her panties and fingered her to orgasm. So one day, I took her to the see a film, had her remove her underwear after the lights went down and put this thing in and slowly ramped it up. She eventually went off like the Fourth of July, but, rather embarrassingly for her, she couldn't keep quiet about it and was escorted out and banned from the cinema!" Her eyes dropped back to the item held in her hand.

The device in question looked rather like a flattened C and could be molded to press up against her clit as well as sitting inside and rubbing up against her G-spot. It had two, separately controllable motors to allow independent or simultaneous stimulation of both erogenous zones. I explained how to fit it and told her to put it in. There was a pause while her hands disappeared out of sight and I pulled out my phone and opened the app. As I felt her hands come back to rest on my thighs, I selected 'Surf' mode and heard a small squeak as her hands grabbed onto my legs in surprise. I let it continue for a good thirty seconds before shutting it off.

"Okay slutsicle, now it's your turn to pleasure me. The better you do your job, the more stimulation I will provide. Make sure you keep your teeth out of the equation, or that'll mean punishment later."

I unzipped my fly and eased my cock out. It had shrunk significantly since she last touched it, but those expert fingers wasted no time in getting a rise out of it. As I got harder, I suddenly felt the soft warmth of her mouth close over me as she gently pulled down at the base of my cock, tightening the skin all the way to the top and increasing the sensation of her tongue rubbing across the underside of the glans.

The sight of her lips sliding down my shaft, her fingers softly caressing my thighs, and that thing she was doing with her tongue all had me rock hard in moments. I leaned back against the backrest and gloried in the sensation of getting sucked off in public. It was the kind of thing I'd dreamed about but had never actually allowed myself to do before, mainly due to a desire to limit my risk. But this blonde had gotten me so hot and bothered earlier I no longer cared, and this was turning out to be one of the hottest things I could remember someone else doing to me in a while.

As she continued to slide her lips slowly up and down my length, gradually varying the pressure of her lips and fingers, she would occasionally let me come all the way out of her mouth and then run her tongue all the way down and back up my shaft, pausing to work the head over before dropping her lips back over the top and slowly engulfing as much of me as she was able.

I turned back to the phone and tapped on 'Surge' this time and left it running as she started to use the head of my cock to fuck her mouth. She looked a little like one of those blow-up dolls, with her cheeks slightly hollowed out and her mouth a round 'O', but the pressure of her lips on my most sensitive spot was causing my pressure gauge to keep rising, and I closed my eyes as I thought about what it was going to be like to fire off into that hot little mouth in a short while.

"Is Sir enjoying himself?"

I jumped as that very unexpected question brought me back down to earth. I opened my eyes to see Carlo standing on the other side of the table, his arms folded and a big grin on his face.

"Ohhhhhhh man, you have no idea just how much," I said smiling and sitting up a little straighter.

"What happened to your lady friend?"

"Oh, she's somewhere around," I said as I glanced down at the tablecloth meaningfully.

Carlo's eyebrows shot up as he got my message and his grin became a little wider. "Oh well, in that case, Sir, I will leave you to wait for her to make a reappearance!" And with that, he turned and headed for one of the other tables.

Emma hadn't broken stride during this entire exchange. I was impressed by her composure. I glanced back down under the table and watched those luscious red lips doing their thing. On my cock. In this restaurant. Damn, but this was a little surreal! Without taking me out of her mouth, I felt her fingers carefully reach into my pants and extract my balls, which is no small accomplishment considering the restricted access she had. As she gently massaged them she moved her focus back up to my head and held steady and slowly increased the intensity with which she was sucking. I grinned as I thought about just how inaccurate the name blowjob really was.

I was getting really close now and I tapped the button to increase the intensity of the vibe by a couple of steps. I could hear her make a little noise around my cock, even over the noise of the restaurant and leaned further back so that I could see her eyes.

"Pay attention Emma, I'm very much enjoying the job you're doing, to the point where I'm getting close to cumming in your mouth, you pretty little tart. I'm sure I don't need to tell you that I expect you to swallow and that if you gag or lose any, there will be repercussions. I'm doing so regardless, just to remind you of what's about to happen.

"Emma, you are so goddamn gorgeous it's driving me nuts thinking about what it's going to be like to watch your reaction as I fire off into the back of your mouth."

As I said this, she moved one hand down to pull the skin of my cock tight again, the other massaging both balls more firmly now, her head bobbing up and down in small strokes as she tightened her lips over my helmet. The increase in intensity and sensation were just too much and it seemed like everything was coming to that very singular focus as time slowed almost to a standstill. As I felt that electric surge of warmth envelop my crotch, I tilted my head back, powerless to move as the first glob of my seed fired out into her mouth. Pulse after pulse of hot, thick cum followed, but the first salvo must have hit the back of her throat hard as her eyes widened and she half-coughed in surprise. She held steady after that, her eyes locked onto mine, but I couldn't help but notice a small droplet of sticky fluid dangle from her lip momentarily before sticking to her chin and staying there. I closed my eyes and reveled in the blissful warmth as I felt her swallow, her lips still around my head, both hands now circling the base, her pressure lighter now than it had been before I came. After a minute she slowly released me, making sure to lick up the last few drops she worked out of me and waited to see what I would say, her hands resting once more on my thighs.

After a quick glance around, I motioned her to come back up, which she did with just as much grace as she had managed on the way down. The sticky white deposit which had adorned her chin a few minutes before was gone, and I was guessing she might be hoping I hadn't seen it.

"Ohhh, boy, that was on the money my little tart, you have some seriously well-honed oral skills! I'm guessing you were hoping I hadn't seen your little slip though? You made me cum so hard, I guess it was just inevitable that something had to leak out. I was going to turn the vibe off when you were done, but I've decided the repercussions start now. I'm glad to see you remembered not to adjust your skirt though, so that will win you a couple of brownie points."

The expression on her face looked somewhat fixed, and as I slid my fingers down into her lap to feel just how wet she was, I tapped another button on the app and added the second motor to the party - the one which stimulated her G-spot. She jumped and grabbed my hand before letting go as if I had scalded her.

"Holy fuck..." was all she said before her face screwed up and her concentration level increased even further. The outer part of the vibe spread her lips and filled the gap between them, making it difficult for me to judge how wet she was, but there was a significant wet patch on the back of her skirt which made me think it was having the desired effect.

I turned back to the restaurant and raised a finger as I saw Carlo finish with another table and turn in our direction.

Emma's reaction was predictable. "What? No! Don't..." but it was already too late.

"Yes, Sir? I see your lady friend has reappeared. What can I do for you?"

"Perhaps you could tell us more about the desserts you have please?" I asked as I brought my hand back to Emma's thigh and slowly ran my nails down the length of it. She suddenly sat forward, resting her arms on the table again, avoiding making eye contact with anyone. The muscles in her jaw were standing out quite prominently, and I smiled as I listened to Carlo's response.

"Of course Sir! Well, there is our world-famous Tiramisu, of course, freshly made every day in our kitchen with real Italian mascarpone cheese and just the right amount of the best Italian espresso. Need I continue? Okay, well then we have our chocolate mousse - apparently simple but with a sting in the tail! You will have to order it to find out what that might be. We also have a wonderful apple tart, made by a local farm, which is served with real whipped cream, and then... Signorina... miss?"

Carlo's concern was genuine and well founded as Emma looked like she was about to have a minor stroke. Her face was getting redder by the moment and her breathing had become audible and quite erratic. Her arm, which had moved to grip my shoulder, was quivering just as erratically and I grinned at Carlo as she fought for all she was worth to try and avoid her impending humiliation. His expression changed from concern to one of rapt concentration as he realized what was going on, and I tapped the phone again to raise the intensity to the maximum.

Her fingers clamped down with an almost painful intensity as she scrunched her eyes closed and tried to stifle a long low moan of pleasure as the wave crested and finally broke, shattering her former control and leaving her shaking, one hand clamped over her mouth to stifle her cries. It took over a minute for her to stop shaking and open her eyes. The degree of her embarrassment at being made to share her most private and intimate moment with a complete stranger was writ large across her face.

Carlo was far less coy than he had been previously when she finally looked up at him and he said softly "Well that's not something I get to see every day. Thank you for brightening my evening, dear Signorina."

Her eyes dropped back to the tablecloth as the color spread to the tips of her ears. I decided to rescue her from any further embarrassment as I said, "Let's go with one Tiramisu and one Chocolate mousse - I don't need to hear the rest. Thank you, Carlo."

With a grin and a slight nod, he turned on his heel and headed back to the servers' station. I glanced at my phone and noticed that it was almost eleven pm and that the place would be closing soon. As I turned back towards her, Emma started to shuffle around the banquette as if she was about to leave.

"And just where do you think you're going?" I asked as she froze in place.

"May I used the bathroom Sir?" she asked meekly, her eyes still fixed on the tablecloth. Normally I would have said yes, but on this occasion, it would suit my plans better if she went later.

"Not yet, I said there would be repercussions and this is another example. Get back over here and resume your previous position. First, give me the vibe." I held my hand out and watched as she reached down, grasped the neck of the device and carefully extracted it before handing it back to me. I wrapped it in a napkin and dropped it into my pocket. "Now tell me what it was like to cum like that"

"Oh Sir, well, it was just delightful of course..."

Her sarcasm was as evident as her embarrassment had been earlier, and I grinned at her discomfort. "Oh come now slut, you don't want to make things any worse for yourself... surely?"

She sighed and looked down at the table. "It was intense. Just like in the car. I hate the idea of being caught because of the possible repercussions, but the idea of being seen makes me come harder than I would ever have imagined Sir."

"Drink some more water and then tell me how it felt."

She picked up the glass and drank about a third of it before replacing it on the tablecloth, pausing for a moment to adjust her remaining silverware and align the glass with them.

"It started from my pussy and slowly built to consume the rest of my body. It felt like I was going to explode into a million pieces and catch fire, both at the same time. It set every nerve ending ablaze and it was only by luck that I managed to retain enough control not to scream with pleasure. Which, when combined with the fear of being caught, that fucking butt plug, and the knowledge that he knew what was going on, made it one of the most intense orgasms I've had in years. Is that sufficient information... Sir?"

Her sass was definitely going to cost her. Any sympathy I might have had for her position was evaporating rapidly and I was now fully determined to go through with the final phase of my plans for the restaurant. I motioned to the glass again and watched as she drank a little more than a finger, tilting the glass and pausing for a moment to make it appear like she had drunk more. I waited until she had set the glass back down before I repeated the motion and smiled at the scowl she shot in my direction at her failure to trick me. She downed the remaining inch of liquid and replaced the glass on the table. Straightening up in her seat and ignoring me, she looked out across the sea of almost universally empty tables.

"What do you think of our waiter?" I asked innocently.

"How do you mean?" she asked. "He seems pretty much on the ball, but then I would expect as much from a manager at a place like this."

"I mean, is he your type?" I qualified

"Physically? He seems like he's in decent shape," she said as she glanced over at the bar where Carlo was talking to the bartender. "He seems a little weird though, rather too focused on what's going on at this table, but then I guess that's to be expected with what you've been doing to me. I don't actually have much of a type, other than 'anything so long as he's not an asshole', I guess."

Her glance in my direction as she said that last part was not lost on me. I smiled and looked back over to where Carlo was now carrying two dessert dishes in our direction. The tiramisu here was one of the best desserts I had ever tasted. Long a dish I would have scorned a guy for ordering, I'd had one dropped in front of me one evening by Carlo himself who'd told me I'd better try it or the chef would be offended. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, I promptly did so... and my mind was blown. Having tried it elsewhere since that epiphany, I can tell you that there is an art to making a really good one. A lot of places will up the alcohol quotient and rely on a sloppy boozy mess to make people happy. Others put too much espresso in it which overwhelms the other flavors. When perfectly balanced, the bite of the espresso should offset the sweetness and richness of the mascarpone. The brandy or coffee liqueur (opinion is divided as to which is the correct choice) should be an accent and not the first thing you taste. The ladyfingers, or Savoiardi, are an essential component, and the whole should stand tall when cut up, without dissolving into a sloppy mess.

I watched as Carlo placed the two dishes before us, and I slid the Tiramisu her way. I was interested to see what the sting in the tail of the chocolate mousse was - I was guessing some kind of spice. Maybe chili? She looked at the dish in front of her for a while before finally picking up a spoon and taking a mouthful. She paused mid-mouthful and looked down again at the plate, and chewed the rest a little more slowly. Yeah, you couldn't really resist it. It was that good. As I dug into mine, the darkness of the chocolate had the expected kick of chili, but there was something else - a little alcohol with a whiff of orange - possibly Cointreau or Grand Marnier? And something else, slightly tropical but close to the orange which I couldn't quite put my finger on. Quite delicious though, and a nice change from my usual.

I finished the very small bowl of chocolatey goodness in half a dozen mouthfuls, savoring each one carefully, and licked my lips as I placed the spoon back down and looked up. She was staring at me again, and I wasn't quite sure if she was mad or pleased. She was probably a bit of both if the speed with which she had cleared her plate was anything to go by. Probably also about ready to go to the bathroom too.