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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