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She walked into the office and shut the door. It was smaller than she imagined. A wrap around desk, facing the door. Metal filing cabinet beside a large recliner that seemed more appropriate for a living room than an office. Book shelf. And the largest aloe plant she had ever seen. It stood nearly 4 feet tall, with branches that were as wide as the newspaper she collected off her porch every morning. There was a small rectangular window, that let in just enough morning sun to remove any need for artificial lighting this early in the day, just enough to be a bit dark, and unsettling.
It was quiet. She could hear the sounds of people working in the other offices and it both comforted her, and made her incredibly afraid in rapid cyclic thoughts that shifted back and forth from running to relief. It was yearning to have someone take control that brought her here, to this point. Not even sure exactly what she wanted, or how; but that was in fact THE point. For her to be taken, however, whenever, wherever, by him. Him that she barely knew but for a couple of random interactions in public with a host of mutual friends, always brief, always proper, properish anyhow. They weren't so high class that they were above drinking Coors Light while playing shuffleboard at the Legion. But this...taboo...this kind of sexual deviance...she wouldn't dare talk about that to her sister, let alone her friends. But for some reason, she had suspected that about him. Maybe she could see it in his eyes, because on some level it was as if the glances from him offered her an opportunity to look into herself, and see her own darkness looking back.
Whatever it was, it kept her there. Standing. Waiting. Both looking at each other in silence until finally he rose from his seat after what had felt like 30 minutes, and walked over to her. She nervously fumbled with her keys in her purse. Twenty years ago, she would have walked in here and thrown him in that chair and ravaged him. Her confidence now shredded by years of going through the motions. Now she was afraid. Insecure. Vulnerable. And she did not like being vulnerable, and the will to stay was broken just then by the young girl inside who lost her nerve, and was crying to run away. She turned to the door, but as she reached for it he simply said "wait". And somehow, that was enough. That one little word, so softly from his mouth, that perfect mouth, put her arms at her sides, her purse sliding off and landing on the floor. She turned to him, her heart racing, and fell with her back against the door. He walked to her, took her hand, put her finger to his lips, pulled it down, and kissed her with his hand on her face. He turned her around, and she pushed against the door and thrust her ass firmly against his groin. She could feel him, and that made her bite her bottom lip in a grin. Seeing that, he put his hand to her mouth, and put two fingers in it, squeezing her face with the rest of his hand, and putting the other around her neck, not to hurt her, just to show her that he would dictate how much fun she would have at his expense. She touched that hand, as if to ask him to stop in a feeble attempt to defy him, but he quickly removed it, and placed it in her crotch instead, pushing her hand in place with purpose.
The truth was that he too was nervous. She took him back to the boy who she ignored in youth. He needed to dominate her now, or he would never be able to make love to her later. It was his was of leveling the playing field. Of knocking her off that pedestal that the world had put her on then. And dominate her he did. First by blindfolding her, then tying her hands behind his back, and finally by slipping his tie off and putting it over her head and through her mouth like a gag with the end behind her so he could pull on it with her long hair. Then in what felt like one swift motion he forced her face down onto his desk, spread her legs with his feet, ripped off her thong that he had insisted she not wear, and stopped. He looked at her there, holding her in place with one hand. Her breathing was so heavy that her body rose up and down like the sea. Her vagina literally dripped in front of him as her legs shook. Now she was afraid. How big was he? What was he doing to do? Fuck she never cheated. Fuck fuck fuck. Kelly what the fuck did you do? You gotta leave, how can we leave? I don't want him to hurt me. All that erased in one soft, slow, beautiful touch of his hand, removing the blindfold, looking at her, and slowly sliding inside her until he felt his cock touch the very back of her pussy, and heard her sigh acknowledging how incredible it was. Fucking perfect.
He realized right away this was too much power for her, put her blindfold back in place, lifted her skirt, and shoved his two biggest fingers from his left hand right up her ass, no warning, and no hesitation. Once there, she was at his mercy, and he used that leverage to pull her back as she tried to move away. Initially she fought, but quickly she realized the more she did, the more it hurt, and the harder he would pull her back. The pain, while intense, wasn't horrible. It was more the shock than anything else. He used those fingers now to pull her to him, like handlebars on a bicycle, while he fucked her there on the desk, her tits rubbing against the stapler and pens that she had fallen on. Her face pressed against a lap top. He whispered to her, be quiet, and she did. She stopped moving, resisting, he hadn't spoken so she had no clue what to expect. And then she felt something different, and as he leaned in close to her he dropped something by her face. It smelled of latex and was wet. "Count down from five" he told her. "Starting right now, while I talk, and know that when you get to one, I'll be cumming inside you..." and just as he said that final word, she felt him erupt in her. He had broken that one rule she had insisted on, did the one thing she told him not to, and in that moment he won. He had her heart, her mind, her body, his confidence he needed, and she immediately felt sexy again knowing that for once in her life, she was finally fucked like she had always wanted to be. And rather than feel the anger for him that she had warned him of should he break that rule, all she could think of now was how badly she wanted to make love to him, in ways she had never allowed herself to with anyone else.
