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For the fifth time this month, he had stumbled into work ten minutes past the clock-in time, coffee stains marking his tie and excuses barely escaping his lips before his boss, Mr. Gerald Price, fixed him with that infuriatingly calm, assessing stare. The kind of look that told Noah that Gerald was already deciding how to deal with him.
And this time, it wasn’t going to end with a simple warning.
Noah could feel it in the weight of Gerald’s voice when he said, “My office. Now.”
As he trailed behind Gerald, Noah’s palms were damp with sweat. He didn’t want to lose his job. With bills piling up and Nadia already stressed about their finances, another fight about his employment—or lack of it—would tip their marriage into dangerous territory.
When the office door clicked shut behind them, Gerald gestured toward the chair opposite his desk. “Sit,” he said.
Noah obeyed, his heart pounding in his chest.
“You’ve been late five times this month,” Gerald began, his tone clipped. “And I’m being generous by not including the days last month or the month before that. This is a pattern, Noah, and frankly, it’s unacceptable.”
Noah squirmed under the weight of Gerald’s gaze. “I know, sir. I—I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
Gerald leaned forward, steepling his fingers. “You’ve said that before.”
“I know, but this time I mean it,” Noah stammered. “Please, Mr. Price, I really need this job. My wife and I—”
“Ah, Nadia.” Gerald interrupted, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Noah froze. The way Gerald said her name made him uneasy, as though he knew something he shouldn’t.
“Yes, Nadia,” Noah said cautiously. “We’re counting on this paycheck to make ends meet. Please, I’ll do anything to prove myself. Just…don’t fire me.”
Gerald leaned back in his chair, studying Noah with an expression that was both calculating and faintly amused. “Anything, you say?”
Noah nodded, desperation tightening his throat. “Yes, anything.”
There was a long pause. Then Gerald spoke.
“I’ll make you a deal, Noah. I won’t fire you. But in return, I need you to…persuade your wife to assist me with something.”
Noah blinked, confusion washing over him. “Assist you? With what?”
Gerald’s smirk widened. “I happen to know that your wife is…exceptionally ticklish.”
Noah’s stomach dropped. “What?”
“Her feet, specifically,” Gerald continued, as if Noah hadn’t spoken. “And her ribs. I’ve heard she’s quite sensitive in those areas.”
Noah felt heat rising to his face. “How—how do you know that?”
Gerald shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “You mentioned it once during a team lunch. Something about her being unable to sit through a pedicure without laughing hysterically. I’m very observant, Noah. I don’t forget details like that.”
Noah stared at him, disbelief mingling with dread. “What does this have to do with my job?”
Gerald’s gaze hardened. “It’s simple. I have…a fascination with ticklish people. Nothing inappropriate, of course. But it’s a form of stress relief for me—exploring their reactions, testing techniques. Your wife would be the perfect subject. If she agrees to let me tickle her, I’ll forget about your tardiness. If not…” He let the sentence hang ominously in the air.
Noah’s mind raced. This had to be some kind of joke, right? But Gerald’s expression was deadly serious.
“I—I don’t think she’d be comfortable with that,” Noah stammered.
Gerald raised an eyebrow. “That’s for her to decide, isn’t it? All I’m asking is that you explain the situation to her. If she agrees, I’ll even allow you to be present during the session, so you can see for yourself that it’s entirely above board. No harm, no foul.”
Noah felt trapped. Saying no would almost certainly cost him his job. But saying yes meant dragging Nadia into a situation that was, at best, deeply uncomfortable.
“I…need to talk to her,” he said finally.
Gerald smiled, a predator sensing victory. “Of course. Take the weekend to discuss it with her. Let me know your decision by Monday.”
The weekend felt like it stretched forever, yet somehow, Noah dreaded how fast Monday arrived.
When he first brought up Gerald’s proposition to Nadia, she thought it was a joke—a cruel, absurd joke. But Noah’s expression, riddled with shame and desperation, told her otherwise.
“You’re serious?” she had asked, folding her arms tightly. Her wide brown eyes, usually warm, burned with indignation. “You actually want me to go along with this?!”
“No!” Noah had exclaimed quickly, holding his hands up. “Of course not! I hate this! But, Nadia, if I lose this job…we’re screwed. Rent’s due. Credit cards are maxed out. We can’t keep asking your sister for loans.” His voice cracked, the weight of his failures pressing down on him. “Please…at least think about it.”
The silence between them was suffocating. Finally, Nadia spoke, her voice low and sharp. “I hope you know how humiliating this is—for both of us.”
Monday, Gerald's place:
The living room was silent except for the sound of Gerald fastening the last restraint. The thick, padded cuffs around Nadia’s wrists and ankles were secure but didn’t bite into her skin. Her arms were pinned to the armrests, and her ankles were firmly tied to a padded stool in front of her, leaving her completely immobile. Her bare feet were positioned at just the right angle for Gerald’s reach, her toes slightly spread.
Noah sat on the couch, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like a coward—watching his wife being restrained like this—but he was powerless. He’d made the choice, and now they both had to live with it.
Gerald, however, looked completely calm as he adjusted his shirt cuffs. He stepped back, surveying Nadia like a sculptor admiring his latest creation. “Well, I must say, this is an excellent setup,” he remarked. “Comfortable enough, I hope?”
Nadia glared at him, her lips pressed into a firm line. “Let’s just get this over with,” she snapped, her voice laced with defiance.
“Oh, we’ll take our time,” Gerald said smoothly, his tone almost mocking. “After all, I’ve been looking forward to this.”
Noah felt his stomach twist as Gerald knelt in front of Nadia’s feet, his fingers hovering just inches away.
“You know,” Gerald began conversationally, “the feet are one of the most sensitive areas of the body. There’s something fascinating about how the slightest touch can provoke such strong reactions. Let’s see just how sensitive yours are, shall we?”
“Don’t—” Nadia started, but the moment Gerald’s fingers made contact, her sentence dissolved into an involuntary squeal.
He began slowly, using a single index finger to trace a deliberate line down the sole of her right foot. Nadia flinched hard, her toes curling instinctively as she gasped.
“Interesting,” Gerald murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Already so reactive, and I’ve barely started.”
“Stop!” Nadia demanded, twisting in the chair. “This isn’t funny!”
Gerald ignored her, shifting his focus to her left foot. He used both hands this time, his fingers lightly grazing the arches. The reaction was instantaneous—Nadia burst into uncontrollable laughter, her body jerking against the restraints as if she could escape by sheer willpower.
“No! No, no, no!” she cried between fits of laughter, her voice high-pitched and desperate. “Please, stop! I can’t—I can’t take it!”
“Hmm, fascinating,” Gerald mused, as though he were studying a scientific experiment. He switched techniques, using his nails to lightly scratch just below her toes.
Nadia let out a shriek, her head thrown back as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “Not there! Not there! Please!”
“Ah, the toes,” Gerald remarked, his voice calm despite her frantic reactions. “Always a good spot. Let’s see how thorough we can be.”
He began to focus on her toes, gently holding each one between his fingers and wiggling his nails along the base. Nadia’s laughter became frantic, almost hysterical, her struggles growing more desperate as she tried to pull her feet away, only to be thwarted by the restraints.
“Please!” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I’m begging you—please stop!”
From his place on the couch, Noah’s hands clenched into fists. He wanted to intervene, to yell at Gerald to leave her alone—but he couldn’t. He had agreed to this, and his job depended on it.
“Let’s explore another technique,” Gerald said, his voice maddeningly calm. He pulled out a small, soft-bristled brush from his pocket and held it up for both of them to see. “This is excellent for targeting the finer nerves. Let’s see how it works on you.”
“No,” Nadia whimpered, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face. “No, please, not that!”
But Gerald was already at work, dragging the brush slowly across her soles in long, deliberate strokes. The sensation was unbearable—Nadia’s laughter reached a fever pitch as she thrashed wildly in the chair.
“I—can’t—breathe!” she choked out between fits of laughter, her words barely coherent. “Stop it, please!”
Gerald didn’t stop. If anything, he seemed more determined. He alternated between using the brush on her arches and his fingers on the delicate skin beneath her toes, constantly changing his technique to keep her guessing.
“You’re quite the challenge,” Gerald remarked, sounding almost impressed. “But we’ve only just begun.”
“No more!” Nadia screamed, her voice hoarse. “I can’t take any more!”
After what felt like an eternity, Gerald finally stopped, standing up and wiping his hands on a cloth. Nadia slumped forward in the chair, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
“You held up well,” Gerald said with a smirk. “But we’re not done yet.”
Nadia’s eyes widened in alarm. “What—what do you mean? You said it was just my feet!”
“Oh, I did say that, didn’t I?” Gerald replied with mock innocence. “But I’m curious about your upper body as well. Don’t worry—it won’t take long.”
Noah felt his stomach drop as Gerald moved behind Nadia and placed his hands lightly on her ribs.
“No,” Nadia whimpered, shaking her head frantically. “Not there! Please, not there!”
“Relax,” Gerald said, his voice almost soothing. “I’m just testing your limits.”
He began to knead her ribs gently, his fingers pressing into the spaces between each bone. Nadia erupted into another fit of laughter, her body jerking helplessly as she tried to twist away from his touch.
“Stop! Stop! Please!” she begged, her laughter bordering on hysterical.
Gerald didn’t stop. He worked his way up to her underarms, his fingers wiggling against the sensitive skin. Nadia shrieked, her laughter turning into gasping sobs as she thrashed in the chair.
Noah couldn’t take it anymore. “That’s enough!” he shouted, standing up.
Gerald paused, glancing at Noah with an arched eyebrow. “Enough? I don’t think we’ve quite reached her limits yet.”
“She can’t take any more,” Noah insisted, his voice shaking.
Gerald straightened, turning to face Noah with an icy, unamused expression. “You seem to forget, Noah, that I’m in control here.” His voice was calm but laced with quiet menace. “I set the terms. You agreed to them.”
Noah’s heart sank. He felt the weight of Gerald’s words, the unspoken reminder of what was at stake. Nadia was staring at him now, her tear-filled eyes silently begging him to do something. But what could he do?
Gerald adjusted the cuffs around his sleeves, his composure unshaken. “Nadia has been a fascinating subject so far, but I’d like to see just how far her limits truly go. And I assure you,” he said, his smirk widening, “I haven’t even begun to get creative.”
“No, please,” Nadia whimpered, her voice hoarse from laughter and exhaustion. “I’m begging you. I—I can’t take any more!”
Gerald ignored her protests, moving back in front of her. He knelt by her feet again, his sharp eyes inspecting her trembling soles. “You’ve done well so far,” he said, as though offering her a twisted compliment. “But I think we can push a little further.”
“No! I can’t—please, don’t!” Nadia pleaded, her voice breaking. She tried to pull her feet back, but the restraints held firm.
Gerald reached into his pocket and pulled out another tool: a small, electric toothbrush. The faint hum as he turned it on sent a shiver of dread through Nadia.
“No! Not that!” she cried, struggling against the chair. “Please, not that!”
“Ah, the beauty of this tool,” Gerald said, running the vibrating brush along the edge of her right sole, “is that it targets even the tiniest nerve endings. A much more…precise instrument.”
The moment the bristles made contact with the ball of her foot, Nadia let out an ear-piercing shriek. Laughter exploded from her lips, raw and uncontrollable, as she thrashed in the chair.
“Stop it! Stop! Please!” she screamed, her voice cracking.
Gerald remained unfazed, methodically dragging the toothbrush across her foot in small, deliberate circles. He focused on the spots just beneath her toes, the delicate skin of her arches, and the center of her heel, each movement extracting more frantic laughter and desperate pleas from her.
“Your reactions are remarkable,” Gerald said, his tone almost admiring. “This level of sensitivity is quite rare.”
“Stop! I can’t—no, not there!” Nadia wailed as Gerald shifted the toothbrush to her left foot. He alternated between using the bristles on her sole and wedging them between her toes, the vibrations driving her to the brink of hysteria.
Her laughter turned into gasping sobs as she struggled to catch her breath. “Please, please, I can’t take it anymore!”
“You’re doing wonderfully,” Gerald said, completely ignoring her pleas. He continued to switch between techniques, sometimes using the toothbrush, sometimes his fingers, keeping her off balance and unable to predict his next move.
From the couch, Noah watched helplessly, his stomach churning. He wanted to scream, to demand that Gerald stop, but the fear of losing his job—and the powerlessness of the situation—kept him rooted to the spot.
After what felt like an eternity, Gerald finally set the toothbrush aside. Nadia slumped in the chair, her face red and streaked with tears. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body trembling with exhaustion.
But Gerald wasn’t done.
“Now,” he said, standing and moving behind her, “let’s return to your upper body. We’ve barely scratched the surface there.”
Nadia’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with terror. “No! No, please, not again! I can’t—I can’t take it!”
Gerald leaned down, his voice low and calm in her ear. “You’ll take what I give you.”
He placed his hands on her ribs, his fingers lightly grazing the spaces between the bones. Nadia flinched at the touch, shaking her head frantically.
“Don’t—don’t do this!” she begged, her voice trembling.
But Gerald’s fingers were already moving, kneading her ribs with slow, deliberate precision. Nadia’s laughter erupted again, high-pitched and desperate as she twisted in the chair, her body jerking against the restraints.
“Ah, yes,” Gerald said, his voice calm despite the chaos of her reactions. “The ribs are an excellent target. So many sensitive nerves, so many opportunities for exploration.”
“Please! Stop! I—I can’t breathe!” Nadia gasped, her laughter mingling with sobs.
Gerald’s hands moved upward, digging gently into the soft hollows beneath her arms. Nadia let out a shriek, her laughter taking on a panicked, hysterical edge as she thrashed wildly.
“Such a strong reaction,” Gerald remarked, his fingers wiggling relentlessly. “This is truly fascinating.”
Nadia’s voice cracked as she screamed through her laughter, her entire body shaking with the effort to escape his touch. “No! No more! Please!”
Gerald didn’t stop. He alternated between her underarms, her ribs, and her sides, constantly varying the pressure and speed of his movements. He seemed to take perverse satisfaction in her helplessness, pushing her closer and closer to her breaking point.
“Remarkable stamina,” he said, his voice almost clinical. “Most people would have given up by now.”
From the couch, Noah could hardly bear to watch. He wanted to do something—anything—but the weight of Gerald’s power over him kept him frozen.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Gerald stepped back. Nadia slumped forward in the chair, her body trembling as she gasped for air. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her voice was hoarse from screaming.
“That will do for today,” Gerald said, his tone casual, as though he had just finished a routine task.
He began to unfasten her restraints, his movements slow and deliberate. Nadia didn’t speak—she didn’t even look at him. Her shoulders shook as she tried to steady her breathing, her face flushed with humiliation and exhaustion.
Gerald turned to Noah, his expression calm but smug. “I trust this won’t be an issue again, Noah. Your job is safe, provided you continue to meet my expectations.”
Noah clenched his fists, his jaw tight. He hated Gerald in that moment—hated the smug satisfaction in his eyes, the way he had reduced Nadia to this state. But all he could do was nod.
“Good,” Gerald said, a satisfied smirk on his face. “You’re free to go.”
Noah helped Nadia to her feet, supporting her as she leaned heavily against him. She didn’t say a word as they walked to the door, her body still trembling.
As they left, Gerald’s voice followed them. “Oh, and Noah? Do try to be on time from now on.”
Noah didn’t respond. He just held his wife close, his heart heavy with guilt and anger as they walked out into the night.
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And this time, it wasn’t going to end with a simple warning.
Noah could feel it in the weight of Gerald’s voice when he said, “My office. Now.”
As he trailed behind Gerald, Noah’s palms were damp with sweat. He didn’t want to lose his job. With bills piling up and Nadia already stressed about their finances, another fight about his employment—or lack of it—would tip their marriage into dangerous territory.
When the office door clicked shut behind them, Gerald gestured toward the chair opposite his desk. “Sit,” he said.
Noah obeyed, his heart pounding in his chest.
“You’ve been late five times this month,” Gerald began, his tone clipped. “And I’m being generous by not including the days last month or the month before that. This is a pattern, Noah, and frankly, it’s unacceptable.”
Noah squirmed under the weight of Gerald’s gaze. “I know, sir. I—I’m really sorry. It won’t happen again, I promise.”
Gerald leaned forward, steepling his fingers. “You’ve said that before.”
“I know, but this time I mean it,” Noah stammered. “Please, Mr. Price, I really need this job. My wife and I—”
“Ah, Nadia.” Gerald interrupted, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth.
Noah froze. The way Gerald said her name made him uneasy, as though he knew something he shouldn’t.
“Yes, Nadia,” Noah said cautiously. “We’re counting on this paycheck to make ends meet. Please, I’ll do anything to prove myself. Just…don’t fire me.”
Gerald leaned back in his chair, studying Noah with an expression that was both calculating and faintly amused. “Anything, you say?”
Noah nodded, desperation tightening his throat. “Yes, anything.”
There was a long pause. Then Gerald spoke.
“I’ll make you a deal, Noah. I won’t fire you. But in return, I need you to…persuade your wife to assist me with something.”
Noah blinked, confusion washing over him. “Assist you? With what?”
Gerald’s smirk widened. “I happen to know that your wife is…exceptionally ticklish.”
Noah’s stomach dropped. “What?”
“Her feet, specifically,” Gerald continued, as if Noah hadn’t spoken. “And her ribs. I’ve heard she’s quite sensitive in those areas.”
Noah felt heat rising to his face. “How—how do you know that?”
Gerald shrugged, feigning nonchalance. “You mentioned it once during a team lunch. Something about her being unable to sit through a pedicure without laughing hysterically. I’m very observant, Noah. I don’t forget details like that.”
Noah stared at him, disbelief mingling with dread. “What does this have to do with my job?”
Gerald’s gaze hardened. “It’s simple. I have…a fascination with ticklish people. Nothing inappropriate, of course. But it’s a form of stress relief for me—exploring their reactions, testing techniques. Your wife would be the perfect subject. If she agrees to let me tickle her, I’ll forget about your tardiness. If not…” He let the sentence hang ominously in the air.
Noah’s mind raced. This had to be some kind of joke, right? But Gerald’s expression was deadly serious.
“I—I don’t think she’d be comfortable with that,” Noah stammered.
Gerald raised an eyebrow. “That’s for her to decide, isn’t it? All I’m asking is that you explain the situation to her. If she agrees, I’ll even allow you to be present during the session, so you can see for yourself that it’s entirely above board. No harm, no foul.”
Noah felt trapped. Saying no would almost certainly cost him his job. But saying yes meant dragging Nadia into a situation that was, at best, deeply uncomfortable.
“I…need to talk to her,” he said finally.
Gerald smiled, a predator sensing victory. “Of course. Take the weekend to discuss it with her. Let me know your decision by Monday.”
The weekend felt like it stretched forever, yet somehow, Noah dreaded how fast Monday arrived.
When he first brought up Gerald’s proposition to Nadia, she thought it was a joke—a cruel, absurd joke. But Noah’s expression, riddled with shame and desperation, told her otherwise.
“You’re serious?” she had asked, folding her arms tightly. Her wide brown eyes, usually warm, burned with indignation. “You actually want me to go along with this?!”
“No!” Noah had exclaimed quickly, holding his hands up. “Of course not! I hate this! But, Nadia, if I lose this job…we’re screwed. Rent’s due. Credit cards are maxed out. We can’t keep asking your sister for loans.” His voice cracked, the weight of his failures pressing down on him. “Please…at least think about it.”
The silence between them was suffocating. Finally, Nadia spoke, her voice low and sharp. “I hope you know how humiliating this is—for both of us.”
Monday, Gerald's place:
The living room was silent except for the sound of Gerald fastening the last restraint. The thick, padded cuffs around Nadia’s wrists and ankles were secure but didn’t bite into her skin. Her arms were pinned to the armrests, and her ankles were firmly tied to a padded stool in front of her, leaving her completely immobile. Her bare feet were positioned at just the right angle for Gerald’s reach, her toes slightly spread.
Noah sat on the couch, his heart pounding in his chest. He felt like a coward—watching his wife being restrained like this—but he was powerless. He’d made the choice, and now they both had to live with it.
Gerald, however, looked completely calm as he adjusted his shirt cuffs. He stepped back, surveying Nadia like a sculptor admiring his latest creation. “Well, I must say, this is an excellent setup,” he remarked. “Comfortable enough, I hope?”
Nadia glared at him, her lips pressed into a firm line. “Let’s just get this over with,” she snapped, her voice laced with defiance.
“Oh, we’ll take our time,” Gerald said smoothly, his tone almost mocking. “After all, I’ve been looking forward to this.”
Noah felt his stomach twist as Gerald knelt in front of Nadia’s feet, his fingers hovering just inches away.
“You know,” Gerald began conversationally, “the feet are one of the most sensitive areas of the body. There’s something fascinating about how the slightest touch can provoke such strong reactions. Let’s see just how sensitive yours are, shall we?”
“Don’t—” Nadia started, but the moment Gerald’s fingers made contact, her sentence dissolved into an involuntary squeal.
He began slowly, using a single index finger to trace a deliberate line down the sole of her right foot. Nadia flinched hard, her toes curling instinctively as she gasped.
“Interesting,” Gerald murmured, a hint of amusement in his voice. “Already so reactive, and I’ve barely started.”
“Stop!” Nadia demanded, twisting in the chair. “This isn’t funny!”
Gerald ignored her, shifting his focus to her left foot. He used both hands this time, his fingers lightly grazing the arches. The reaction was instantaneous—Nadia burst into uncontrollable laughter, her body jerking against the restraints as if she could escape by sheer willpower.
“No! No, no, no!” she cried between fits of laughter, her voice high-pitched and desperate. “Please, stop! I can’t—I can’t take it!”
“Hmm, fascinating,” Gerald mused, as though he were studying a scientific experiment. He switched techniques, using his nails to lightly scratch just below her toes.
Nadia let out a shriek, her head thrown back as tears formed in the corners of her eyes. “Not there! Not there! Please!”
“Ah, the toes,” Gerald remarked, his voice calm despite her frantic reactions. “Always a good spot. Let’s see how thorough we can be.”
He began to focus on her toes, gently holding each one between his fingers and wiggling his nails along the base. Nadia’s laughter became frantic, almost hysterical, her struggles growing more desperate as she tried to pull her feet away, only to be thwarted by the restraints.
“Please!” she gasped, her voice breaking. “I’m begging you—please stop!”
From his place on the couch, Noah’s hands clenched into fists. He wanted to intervene, to yell at Gerald to leave her alone—but he couldn’t. He had agreed to this, and his job depended on it.
“Let’s explore another technique,” Gerald said, his voice maddeningly calm. He pulled out a small, soft-bristled brush from his pocket and held it up for both of them to see. “This is excellent for targeting the finer nerves. Let’s see how it works on you.”
“No,” Nadia whimpered, shaking her head as tears streamed down her face. “No, please, not that!”
But Gerald was already at work, dragging the brush slowly across her soles in long, deliberate strokes. The sensation was unbearable—Nadia’s laughter reached a fever pitch as she thrashed wildly in the chair.
“I—can’t—breathe!” she choked out between fits of laughter, her words barely coherent. “Stop it, please!”
Gerald didn’t stop. If anything, he seemed more determined. He alternated between using the brush on her arches and his fingers on the delicate skin beneath her toes, constantly changing his technique to keep her guessing.
“You’re quite the challenge,” Gerald remarked, sounding almost impressed. “But we’ve only just begun.”
“No more!” Nadia screamed, her voice hoarse. “I can’t take any more!”
After what felt like an eternity, Gerald finally stopped, standing up and wiping his hands on a cloth. Nadia slumped forward in the chair, her chest heaving as she tried to catch her breath.
“You held up well,” Gerald said with a smirk. “But we’re not done yet.”
Nadia’s eyes widened in alarm. “What—what do you mean? You said it was just my feet!”
“Oh, I did say that, didn’t I?” Gerald replied with mock innocence. “But I’m curious about your upper body as well. Don’t worry—it won’t take long.”
Noah felt his stomach drop as Gerald moved behind Nadia and placed his hands lightly on her ribs.
“No,” Nadia whimpered, shaking her head frantically. “Not there! Please, not there!”
“Relax,” Gerald said, his voice almost soothing. “I’m just testing your limits.”
He began to knead her ribs gently, his fingers pressing into the spaces between each bone. Nadia erupted into another fit of laughter, her body jerking helplessly as she tried to twist away from his touch.
“Stop! Stop! Please!” she begged, her laughter bordering on hysterical.
Gerald didn’t stop. He worked his way up to her underarms, his fingers wiggling against the sensitive skin. Nadia shrieked, her laughter turning into gasping sobs as she thrashed in the chair.
Noah couldn’t take it anymore. “That’s enough!” he shouted, standing up.
Gerald paused, glancing at Noah with an arched eyebrow. “Enough? I don’t think we’ve quite reached her limits yet.”
“She can’t take any more,” Noah insisted, his voice shaking.
Gerald straightened, turning to face Noah with an icy, unamused expression. “You seem to forget, Noah, that I’m in control here.” His voice was calm but laced with quiet menace. “I set the terms. You agreed to them.”
Noah’s heart sank. He felt the weight of Gerald’s words, the unspoken reminder of what was at stake. Nadia was staring at him now, her tear-filled eyes silently begging him to do something. But what could he do?
Gerald adjusted the cuffs around his sleeves, his composure unshaken. “Nadia has been a fascinating subject so far, but I’d like to see just how far her limits truly go. And I assure you,” he said, his smirk widening, “I haven’t even begun to get creative.”
“No, please,” Nadia whimpered, her voice hoarse from laughter and exhaustion. “I’m begging you. I—I can’t take any more!”
Gerald ignored her protests, moving back in front of her. He knelt by her feet again, his sharp eyes inspecting her trembling soles. “You’ve done well so far,” he said, as though offering her a twisted compliment. “But I think we can push a little further.”
“No! I can’t—please, don’t!” Nadia pleaded, her voice breaking. She tried to pull her feet back, but the restraints held firm.
Gerald reached into his pocket and pulled out another tool: a small, electric toothbrush. The faint hum as he turned it on sent a shiver of dread through Nadia.
“No! Not that!” she cried, struggling against the chair. “Please, not that!”
“Ah, the beauty of this tool,” Gerald said, running the vibrating brush along the edge of her right sole, “is that it targets even the tiniest nerve endings. A much more…precise instrument.”
The moment the bristles made contact with the ball of her foot, Nadia let out an ear-piercing shriek. Laughter exploded from her lips, raw and uncontrollable, as she thrashed in the chair.
“Stop it! Stop! Please!” she screamed, her voice cracking.
Gerald remained unfazed, methodically dragging the toothbrush across her foot in small, deliberate circles. He focused on the spots just beneath her toes, the delicate skin of her arches, and the center of her heel, each movement extracting more frantic laughter and desperate pleas from her.
“Your reactions are remarkable,” Gerald said, his tone almost admiring. “This level of sensitivity is quite rare.”
“Stop! I can’t—no, not there!” Nadia wailed as Gerald shifted the toothbrush to her left foot. He alternated between using the bristles on her sole and wedging them between her toes, the vibrations driving her to the brink of hysteria.
Her laughter turned into gasping sobs as she struggled to catch her breath. “Please, please, I can’t take it anymore!”
“You’re doing wonderfully,” Gerald said, completely ignoring her pleas. He continued to switch between techniques, sometimes using the toothbrush, sometimes his fingers, keeping her off balance and unable to predict his next move.
From the couch, Noah watched helplessly, his stomach churning. He wanted to scream, to demand that Gerald stop, but the fear of losing his job—and the powerlessness of the situation—kept him rooted to the spot.
After what felt like an eternity, Gerald finally set the toothbrush aside. Nadia slumped in the chair, her face red and streaked with tears. Her chest heaved as she tried to catch her breath, her body trembling with exhaustion.
But Gerald wasn’t done.
“Now,” he said, standing and moving behind her, “let’s return to your upper body. We’ve barely scratched the surface there.”
Nadia’s head snapped up, her eyes wide with terror. “No! No, please, not again! I can’t—I can’t take it!”
Gerald leaned down, his voice low and calm in her ear. “You’ll take what I give you.”
He placed his hands on her ribs, his fingers lightly grazing the spaces between the bones. Nadia flinched at the touch, shaking her head frantically.
“Don’t—don’t do this!” she begged, her voice trembling.
But Gerald’s fingers were already moving, kneading her ribs with slow, deliberate precision. Nadia’s laughter erupted again, high-pitched and desperate as she twisted in the chair, her body jerking against the restraints.
“Ah, yes,” Gerald said, his voice calm despite the chaos of her reactions. “The ribs are an excellent target. So many sensitive nerves, so many opportunities for exploration.”
“Please! Stop! I—I can’t breathe!” Nadia gasped, her laughter mingling with sobs.
Gerald’s hands moved upward, digging gently into the soft hollows beneath her arms. Nadia let out a shriek, her laughter taking on a panicked, hysterical edge as she thrashed wildly.
“Such a strong reaction,” Gerald remarked, his fingers wiggling relentlessly. “This is truly fascinating.”
Nadia’s voice cracked as she screamed through her laughter, her entire body shaking with the effort to escape his touch. “No! No more! Please!”
Gerald didn’t stop. He alternated between her underarms, her ribs, and her sides, constantly varying the pressure and speed of his movements. He seemed to take perverse satisfaction in her helplessness, pushing her closer and closer to her breaking point.
“Remarkable stamina,” he said, his voice almost clinical. “Most people would have given up by now.”
From the couch, Noah could hardly bear to watch. He wanted to do something—anything—but the weight of Gerald’s power over him kept him frozen.
Finally, after what felt like hours, Gerald stepped back. Nadia slumped forward in the chair, her body trembling as she gasped for air. Her hair was plastered to her forehead with sweat, and her voice was hoarse from screaming.
“That will do for today,” Gerald said, his tone casual, as though he had just finished a routine task.
He began to unfasten her restraints, his movements slow and deliberate. Nadia didn’t speak—she didn’t even look at him. Her shoulders shook as she tried to steady her breathing, her face flushed with humiliation and exhaustion.
Gerald turned to Noah, his expression calm but smug. “I trust this won’t be an issue again, Noah. Your job is safe, provided you continue to meet my expectations.”
Noah clenched his fists, his jaw tight. He hated Gerald in that moment—hated the smug satisfaction in his eyes, the way he had reduced Nadia to this state. But all he could do was nod.
“Good,” Gerald said, a satisfied smirk on his face. “You’re free to go.”
Noah helped Nadia to her feet, supporting her as she leaned heavily against him. She didn’t say a word as they walked to the door, her body still trembling.
As they left, Gerald’s voice followed them. “Oh, and Noah? Do try to be on time from now on.”
Noah didn’t respond. He just held his wife close, his heart heavy with guilt and anger as they walked out into the night.
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