An Error in Judgment Ch. 02

It had been several weeks since Courtney's initial run in with Michael. It still haunted her when she closed her eyes. When her phone would ring unexpectedly, or she'd receive a text message at an awkward time, especially when she was home at night with Dylan, she would cringe as she would check her phone.

Michael had successfully manipulated her mind and caused her to succumb to his control. She lived in fear that she would run into him unexpectedly and he would take her at a moment's notice.

It was now Mid-March. Spring appeared to finally be falling on the suburbs, as the snow had begun to melt, and the temperatures began to flirt with the upper thirties. Courtney looked out at the parking lot from her desk. It was slow. Just another quiet afternoon in the office.

She turned back to her computer, opening up an email. The sound of the door opening broke her concentration. "Hi, can I help you?" Courtney asked cheerfully, as she turned to the door.

She looked to the door and her throat instantly closed up. Michael stood in the entryway of the office. She did her best to hide the fear that was rapidly multiplying inside of her as her eyes went wide with terror. She could feel herself shaking as her stomach dropped like a stone.

"Hello, Courtney." He said quietly, stepping up to her desk. "I actually have an appointment with Rick this afternoon." He eyed her admiringly as he watched her struggle to hold it together.

Courtney turned to look at Rick, who was on the phone. "He'll be just a few minutes, if you'd like to take a seat. I'll let him know you're here." She said, trying to keep her voice from breaking.

"Thank you." He said, taking a seat at her desk. Courtney shuddered as she felt him staring through her. She began printing out his file for Rick, and did her best to try to ignore him.

"You look well, Courtney." He said quietly, his eyes flickering at her as she looked away nervously. "You didn't reply to my message last week. Are you avoiding me?"

Courtney winced as she pulled his file off of the printer and turned to staple the sections together on her desk. "No, Michael." She replied. "I've just been busy." She did her best to avoid eye contact.

"You're lying." Michael said roughly, his gaze intensifying as he stared at her. "Remember what I said." He warned. "If you try to hide, I will find you."

Her eyes were full of fear as she looked back at him. "I believe you, Michael." She said nervously. "I just don't like this." She admitted. She was hoping that her honesty might appeal to him. It didn't.

"I own you. Remember that." His tone was harsh as he chastised her. He leaned forward on her desk as his voice dropped, a move which instantly intimidated her. "I'm going to call for you again soon, and you had better respond. Or you will be very, very sorry."

Courtney closed her eyes to blink back the tears that were threatening to fall. "Okay." She conceded, her voice resigned.

"Good girl." He said, enthusiastically. He sat back and smiled as Courtney pushed her chair back and walked into Rick's office to hand him Michael's file. A moment later, Rick appeared in the doorway to his office, and called Michael back.

"It was nice visiting with you, Courtney." Michael said politely as he walked back to Rick's office. His tone held no trace of the power he held over her. Courtney smiled nervously and nodded as she turned back to her computer, praying that Rick couldn't see the panic that gripped her.

An hour later, the appointment was finished, and Michael walked out of Rick's office, only pausing to glance at Courtney briefly as he left. Rick stood even with Courtney's desk as he walked out.

Once he was gone, Rick turned to look at Courtney. "Something is really not right with him." He said, his voice full of concern. "I think he's got an obsession with you." He looked at Courtney seriously. She nearly choked on the sip of water she had taken.

"What?" she asked, feigning surprise, hoping that Rick couldn't see through it.

"The first ten minutes of the appointment, all he talked about was how nice and helpful you've always been when he's called since he's been here. He thinks you're great. On and on. Started to make me nervous." Rick said. "If he starts coming in with any frequency, or he starts calling you, let me know right away, okay?" he said. "And if you're here alone, text or email me if he comes in. I don't trust him."

She instantly fought back tears. She wanted to tell Rick how stupid she had been five weeks ago, when she broke the office rules and went by his house to drop off the cards he requested. When her error in judgment turned her life into a nightmare. How Michael had so easily played her.

But she was afraid of what would happen if she did. She was afraid of what Michael was capable of. Any scolding from Rick would be welcome compared to what she would surely endure from Michael.

"Courtney?" Rick asked, his voice concerned. "Are you okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."

"Yeah," Courtney started, "I'm fine." She paused and looked out at the parking lot. "Just sort of zoned out thinking about what you said. He makes me nervous too." She said as she went back to her work.

The next several days went by without incident. Courtney had started to calm down again, thinking that maybe Michael had just tried to manipulate her into believing he was going to call for her. That maybe, just maybe, he loved the mind games more than the assault.

But her peace was short-lived. On her way home from work the following Friday evening, her phone beeped.

"Miss me?" It was Michael. She nearly rear ended the car in front of her as she saw the message pop up on the screen. Within a couple of minutes, another message arrived. "Don't hide, sweetheart. You don't want to test me." The panic that she felt was increasing as she drove home.

After she pulled into her driveway, she sat in her car, staring at her phone. She closed her eyes, deleting the messages before shoving it into her purse.

She looked over her shoulder as she locked her car, before starting up the sidewalk to her door. As she put her key in the deadbolt, she heard footsteps behind her. Before she could turn around, a hand covered her mouth. "I told you not to hide from me, Courtney." Michael growled in her ear. His breath was hot on her skin. "Unlock your door." He snapped. "Now." She could feel the anger in his voice.

Michael locked the door behind them as they entered Courtney's condo. "Take your coat and boots off." He ordered. "Put your purse down."

"Michael, what are you doing here?" Courtney asked nervously as she took off her coat, kicking her boots into the corner. Her fear was rapidly escalating into full-fledged panic as he leaned against the door, watching her.

"You were ignoring me." Michael replied, darkly. "I told you I would find you."

"I was in the car." Courtney retorted, the irritation in her voice clear. "I don't text and drive."

"You weren't going to reply." Michael snapped. "I watched you sit there and stare at your phone."

"So you're stalking me now?" Courtney snapped in return. "I'm not your property, Michael." She countered. "You may think that you've got me wrapped up in this twisted little head game, but you're wrong!" she argued as he stepped closer to her. She tried her hardest to hide her fear, but it didn't work.

"What did you say?" Michael's voice was angry as he stood in front of Courtney, his face inches from hers.

"I said," Courtney started, with false bravado, "You're wrong." Her eyes flashed defiantly at him. "I'm not playing this game anymore." Her heart raced as he stepped closer. He was furious. She was in trouble. And there was no place to run.

"Wrong answer, sweetheart." Michael snarled, reaching out and grabbing Courtney by the throat. He watched her face break into a look of pure terror as the realization that she couldn't breathe hit her. He smiled wickedly at her as he pinned her back against the wall. "I. Still. Own. You." He snapped at her, his voice tinged with rage. "Do I make myself perfectly clear?"

Courtney nodded frantically as she grabbed for his arms, desperately trying to free herself. Her eyes pleaded for him to let her go. His dark eyes pierced through her as he released her, watching her sink to the floor gasping for breath. He knelt before her. "If I ever hear you say those words again..." his voice was cold, "what you just felt will be pleasant compared to the punishment you will receive. Do you understand me?" he threatened.

"Yes, Michael." Courtney answered breathlessly.

"Good." He ordered.

Courtney returned to her feet, still struggling for breath. She watched Michael nervously as he surveyed her living room. "Michael," she started, her voice shaking. "What are you going to do?"

He approached her, smiling darkly. "I haven't decided where to start." He watched as her green eyes widened in fear. "But, I do think that maybe we should see what dear Dylan will say when he finds his wife in a compromising position when he gets home tonight."

Courtney's heart was in her throat. "Michael, no... please." She begged. "I will do anything you want." Her voice cracked as she looked at him pleadingly. "Please, just leave Dylan out of this."

Michael chuckled at her as he stepped closer to her. He reached out and touched her cheek gently. She winced under his touch as he caressed her face. "Oh, Courtney." He said sarcastically. "Isn't that just like you? Wanting to save everyone..." He reached behind her head, grabbing a fistful of hair, causing her to whimper in pain as he pulled her head back. "Get on your knees." He seethed.

Courtney reluctantly did as she was told. She looked up at him fearfully as he stared down at her. His eyes were dark. "Please... don't do this." Courtney pleaded as he continued to stare at her. His expression darkened as he watched her fear spread across her face. She was shaking. Tears were building up in her eyes.

He could feel the familiar feeling of longing building within him as he looked at her. "There's that fear again..." he said quietly. "You know what that does to me, Courtney." She closed her eyes as he released his grip, running his fingers through her hair.

He unzipped his jeans, revealing his erect shaft. "Open your eyes, Courtney." He demanded. As she opened her eyes, she gasped, realizing what he wanted her to do. Her eyes went wide and she tried to pull back, but Michael grabbed her by the shoulder. "No." he said, his voice firm. He stared at her, his expression sinister.

"Michael..." she whispered. "Please."

"You know what I want." He said quietly. "Now do it." His voice was rough.

Courtney whimpered as she closed her eyes, leaning forward to take his cock into her mouth. "Use your hands." He growled. "Show me you know what you're doing."

Courtney hesitantly reached out and wrapped her fingers around the base of his cock as her tongue flitted around the head. As she bobbed up and down, Michael grabbed the back of her head. He groaned lustfully as she continued. He pushed her head down farther, feeling the head of his cock hitting the back of her throat. He felt her pause and pull back as she tried to keep herself from gagging.

"None of that." He warned. "Keep going."

She did as she was told, stroking him as she kept twisting her tongue around his dick, sucking him as if her life was depending on it. He groaned his approval as he leaned his head back. Soon, Courtney could feel him throbbing in her mouth. He was going to come. She whimpered in protest.

"Swallow it." He growled as he kept his hold on the back of her head firm. "All of it." She forced herself not to choke as the first spurts shot down her throat. She willed herself not to gag again. He groaned as his cock continued unleashing his orgasm into her unwilling mouth. She struggled to keep up as he poured his entire load down her throat.

When he finished, he released her head, watching her fall back onto her heels as he tucked himself back into his jeans. He chuckled at her as he watched the sickened expression cross her face. "What's the matter?" He asked sarcastically.

Courtney shook her head quietly as the tears ran down her cheeks. "Please... don't make me do that again." She said quietly.

He stepped forward, grabbing her by the chin, pulling her up to look at him. "Get used to it." He snapped. "You'll do it whenever I want you to." He smiled as he heard the whimper escape her as he dug his fingers into her chin. "Now get up." He snapped.

Courtney shook her head at him.

"Get up, or you will regret it." He snapped again.

"Screw you." Courtney mumbled under her breath.

Michael stepped forward, seizing her by the shoulders and dragging her to her feet. She cried out in pain as he dug his fingers into her arms. "I warned you." He snarled again, his voice cruel as he stared at her violently.

Courtney looked at him angrily, desperately trying to conceal the defeat that she felt.

"Upstairs, now." Michael ordered, nodding toward the staircase.

Courtney slowly walked up the stairs with Michael close behind her. He followed her into her bedroom.

"Strip." He commanded. Courtney turned to look at him, ready to argue. "Just do it." He snapped.

"No." Courtney said, defiantly. "I won't." She said. She was terrified, but she had to try to stand her ground.

"Fine, have it your way." Michael snarled, stepping toward her, enraged. He slapped her across the face, shoving her down onto her king sized bed. "I'll enjoy breaking you again." He seethed as he pinned her down. He kissed her again forcefully, forcing his tongue into her mouth. She whimpered in pain as she struggled against his hold.

"Where should I start, sweetheart?" He growled as he stood up, surveying her as she tried to crawl across the bed in an attempt to get away.

"Here, I think!" he snapped, grabbing her ankles. He reached for her pants, easily pulling them down without unbuttoning them, revealing her mint green panties. "I like that color on you." He commented sarcastically as he stood between her legs.

He pinned her arms back with one hand, reaching for the bottom of her shirt with the other. He easily tugged it up above her head, exposing her light gray bra. She whimpered nervously as he released her wrists, pulling the shirt completely off.

"Michael, please." She begged. "Stop."

"Shut up." He growled. "You had your chance to submit." He stared at her angrily. "So now, I'm going to do it my way."

Courtney whimpered as he reached out, grabbing the bra and pulling it down, exposing her breasts. He grabbed them, squeezing them hard, causing her to gasp in pain. She began to shake as she struggled to keep from crying. As she whimpered from the pain he was inflicting, he slapped her again. "I told you to shut up." He snapped angrily.

"I'll do what you want, Michael." Courtney begged tearfully. "Please, don't hurt me."

Michael laughed at her sudden pleas for mercy. "Don't hurt me, Michael." He mocked. "You should have thought about that." He studied her for a moment, his eyes piercing through her as she stared back at him, tears running from her eyes.

"Prove it." He offered, smiling at her wickedly. "Prove you'll do what I want. Take your bra and panties off."

Courtney shuddered before sliding off to stand at the side of the bed. She reached behind her back, unhooking her bra and taking it off, sliding the straps down her shoulders. She looked at him with wide eyes as she dropped it on the floor. He nodded. She slowly hooked her thumbs into the sides of her panties, sliding them down to her knees, letting them fall to the floor. She stepped out of them, kicking them to the side as well. She stood in front of him, completely naked, trembling in fear. She fought the urge to cover herself as he stared at her.

"Good girl." He cooed darkly. She gasped as he fondled her slowly. "I like it when you do what you're told." His hands moved lower, over her hips around to her ass. He cupped her cheeks with both hands, pulling her against him. She shuddered as she could feel his hard cock straining against his jeans. She looked at him nervously as he smiled wickedly at her.

"Now," he said, his voice cold, "Lay on the bed. On your back. And close your eyes."

Courtney reluctantly did as she was told. She knew better than to protest.

She felt Michael's hands touching her legs, bending her knees upward. They moved higher so that they were touching her inner thighs. Soon, she felt him slowly sliding a finger inside of her. She gasped in response, her hands clutching at the comforter as he touched her intimately. Her mind screamed out for him to stop. "No..." she whispered pleadingly.

"Shh..." Michael whispered. "Be a good girl."

She could feel his breath on her inner thigh. Suddenly, she felt his tongue running the length of her slit where his finger was still slowly sliding in and out of her before slowly sliding inside. She felt her hips jerk in response as he continued. As much as she tried to fight it, she couldn't stop the moan that escaped her lips.

"Damnit." She whispered as she tried to resist him. She didn't want this. She didn't want him. How could he do this to her so easily? How could he have so much power over her? How could he scare her into submitting to him, and then drive her completely to the edge? It was so wrong.

Michael laughed at her resistance. "Don't fight it, Courtney. You know you want it. You know you want me to fuck you." His voice seemed to only bring her closer to madness. He slid another finger inside of her, causing her to whimper in response. "That's right, get wet for me. Get ready for me." He whispered into her ear as he flexed his fingers against her spot. She writhed against his fingers, moaning softly as he continued.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Courtney?" He asked, his voice heady as he removed his fingers from her. She opened her eyes and looked up at him as he unzipped his pants, watching his cock spring free from them once again as he stepped out of them. "Well?" he asked impatiently.

She hesitated. Her mind was screaming its denial at a fever pitch. But her body had taken over.

"Yes." Courtney said quietly, her voice ashamed. She felt guilty for admitting that this man, who was manipulating her into doing so much against her will, who was able to twist her fear into controlling her, could bring her to the point she was practically begging for him to take her.

"Beg for it." He demanded as he stepped closer to her. He was seconds from pushing into her. She could feel the tip of his cock pressing against her slit, waiting for her to do as he demanded. Then, he'd violate her again as intimately as possible.

"No." Courtney said. "I won't do it." Her voice cracked. She had to try to resist. She didn't want this. Her body did. But her mind didn't.

"Beg for it." He snapped. "Beg me to fuck you, Courtney." He seethed, placing one hand on her throat, pushing just enough to scare her. His eyes flashed angrily as he looked down at her, waiting for her to respond. "Give in."

"Please..." she panted. "Please fuck me." Her voice quivered in fear as she closed her eyes and waited for his assault.

"Again." He snarled. "Like you mean it." He squeezed her throat tighter, causing her eyes to open again in fear.

"Please Michael, fuck me!" she mewled, as the last of any self-control she had escaped her.

Michael grabbed her hips and slammed his cock into her. Courtney screamed and arched her back as he filled her.

"Damn you're tight." He groaned as he started pumping in and out of her.

Within moments, he had pushed Courtney into a panting, whimpering mess. She clawed at the comforter on the bed as he pushed her farther and farther along, relentlessly hitting her spot as his cock slid in and out of her.