It was seven-thirty when I left the Square. No vans waiting. None would come for at least another hour. I called an Uber and started the long walk to the nearest gates. My legs protested, still shaky, my thighs still like stones, my groin still oversensitive. What I pity. My head could use the stroll in the quiet evening, down the neat lanes lit by spherical lamps that radiated a warm golden glow every few feet. I thought the fresh air would help me clear my mind. I was wrong. It remained the muddled blank it was when Big Ellie left the room. Like the hormones overdose had drowned any ability to thinking straight. I was not only tired: I felt mentally drained.It’d been worse than I’d ever expected. Even worse than the first time, because the element of surprise had been taken out of the picture. I was fully aware of what would happen, and the ugly truth was that I’d enjoyed it. Once he’d gotten me started, my body had left my mind to deal with whatever troubled it and gave in gladly
It had to be about power. Anyone would gladly submit to his every whim, so the sick sucker’s kick was finding someone who wouldn’t.How come I’d never felt anything like this with Steph?So weird, though. He’d said I was hot, or that he liked this or that, but he’d kept it together the whole time. He had me jolting and humping and whining and sweating, while he didn’t seem to be the least bit turned on.Not that I was in shape to pay attention to details, but the crotch of his slacks had remained flat as a board, not the slightest sign of a bulge underneath.I just hoped Steph was mad at me about being so late again. That would spare me.To be continued. Of course he wouldn’t stop. Why would he? Not like I could report it. Where would I do it? To HR, to tell our CEO was groping me against my will? Or to the police that considered me a wanted felon?Maybe he couldn’t get it up, so he made up for it edging others who still could. There was no why me. Some snitch from HR had found out ab
I let her hurry back to the living area, smoothing her clothes out and catching her breath, and lingered in bed to have breakfast. A while later, I found myself standing before the open closet, just out of the shower, nothing on but the towel around my hips, staring blankly at out underwear drawer.To be continued.Yeah, sure, but not today. He wouldn’t seek me out two days in a row. Surely he was way more twisted than that. He would do like before: he’d wait and let me think he’d forgotten about me, so I could forget about him. Only then he’d summon me to the infamous room twelve, just around the bend from the West Wing.Fuck him. Not like I would start picking my clothes with him in mind.Steph had ordered a chicken waldorf to go for me, and it arrived five minutes before my ride. She added a bottle of soy apple juice.“No coffee today, you hear me?” she said, handing me my bag.I held her closer to kiss her, let her pull up my mask and left, feeling a thousand times better than the
I zoomed out, my guts squirming and my heart drumming. Yeah, that was me alright. Shit! The picture had been taken the night before, and judging by the angle, that dark line on the right edge was Big Ellie’s chair. How could it look like it’d been taken from behind him, like someone else were sitting at the table?“Fuck!” I mumbled, closing my eyes to try to keep it together.His computer. I’d seen him close the lid when I’d gotten into the room. I didn’t recall seeing him lift it again, but I was in no shape to register that kind of detail.The son of a thousand bitches had recorded the whole thing? Sick fucker! Why? Not like he needed anything more to blackmail me and keep me under his thumb.Oh, I hated him so much, I would’ve killed him with my own hands! Playing spy cam on me! Would I find the video on a gay porn site too?“Hey, Dean! Coming before Monday?”Bill’s voice from the door to our office startled me. I jumped to my feet and hurried toward him, putting my phone in my poc
Big Ellie kept his cool, as well as his grip on me, but removed his hand from my hip and moved his crotch away from my butt.“Easy, boy,” he said with his deep voice. “I ain’t gonna fuck you. Told you I’d only do it if you asked. And you’re gonna need to ask really nicely after such a scene.”I didn’t quite register all he said. It was his attitude what finally got to me, when I realized he was only restraining me, and only so I wouldn’t bounce on him the moment he let go. However, it took me a good minute to calm down enough to stop struggling. He held me down a little longer, to make sure I wouldn’t attack him, and then he let go of me.I straightened up and turned around, breathing heavily. He stepped to the side, like clearing the shortest way to the door.“You’re free to go. Just remember to call your girl to let her know you ain’t going back home anymore.”“You sick son of a bitch!” I snarled, my hands clenching in fists.He flashed one of his smug smirks and shrugged. “Yeah, I
He pulled a chair up and sat down before me, spreading his legs to have me between his knees. I set my jaw and looked away when he unbuckled my belt, staring out the window at the other side of the Square across the garden. I felt him undo the buttons to my fly and pull it open.“What the fuck’s this shit?” he asked angrily.I glanced down and found him pulling from my briefs. I met his eyes with the best poker face I was able to manage in my situation.“It’s called underwear.”“Didn’t I tell you yesterday I don’t like briefs?” He sounded really pissed off, which was somehow funny.“Yeah, well, sorry for not having you in mind when I get dressed.”“And who did you have in mind when you picked this? Your girlfriend? You think this ugly rag turns her on?“She doesn’t give a shit. She cares about the content, not the wrapping.”“Did she tell you that? Or that’s what you think?” He pulled the jeans further open to let the briefs’ fly visible. “If she said so, she was lying through her tee
I shivered from head to toes when he stopped and leaned back, feeling the cool air of the room on my tense wet skin. My head bounced forward as I tried to open my eyes, dying for more, even if I knew he was just warming me up. I didn’t care.A muffled moan escaped my lips when his tongue swirled around my tip, as his hands rested flat on my abs and slid up. He kept teasing me, licking, sucking, even blowing on my sensitive head, while his hands moved up and down in a firm but gentle way.I didn’t fight his touch. For some reason, when he moved his hands down toward my navel, my hips responded by rocking forward, bringing my cock to brush into his mouth, which triggered all kinds of sparks in my guts.He didn’t let me rush. He kept it all going in an unnerving slow motion.I heard a shuffle and my cock didn’t find his lips. His hands cupping my pecs told me he’d gotten up.“Look at me,” he whispered, his thumbs rubbing my nipples in circles.His eyes lingered on them a moment longer be
His hand sneaked inside my jeans to grab the leg of my briefs and pull it up. The cold brush of the scissors sliding under it made me jerk.“No! Stop it!”“Stay put or I might cut you instead of the rag. Shutting the fuck up would be nice of you, too.”Another quick screech and I felt the elastic loosen around my thigh. Instinct contracted my muscles, squeezing my buttocks together.“Easy,” he said, chuckling. “I’m just making sure you never wear this shit to see me again.”“I wasn’t thinking about you when I got dressed this morning,” I grumbled, while he cut the other leg of my briefs.“That I can tell. You weren’t thinking, full stop. Even knowing I would call you up here.”“What? I didn’t know!”His hand sneaked inside of my briefs through one of the cuts, pulling from the fabric until his fingers came out the other cut.“Didn’t I tell you to be continued?”I nodded, openly sulking. The way he held the back of my briefs made the fabric fold into the crack of my butt.“And what di