An Office Slave Ch. 04

' He won't make you feel like this. He's different.' His mouth found mine, and kissed me, insistent with the promise of a repeat of last night. I twisted away from the depraved temptation he was offering. He let me turn, only to trap me that way, my back against his clothed chest, his arms snaking their way around my body, and his mouth a desperate clutch on my bare shoulder.

I closed my eyes. Richard... even his lips felt different from Hardy's. Oh God, that was wrong. I was starting to think of them as two different men.

'I don't want you, Richard. You make me feel dirty.' My voice broke apart. 'I'm afraid, I'm not brave at all. I don't want this, Hardy. Let's stop this now.'

One hand had slid up to cup my breast, the other around my throat, under my chin.

He groaned. 'I've had a taste of you... you can't...I can't...' And he fell silent, and still. We stayed that way for so long, his arms like steel bands around me, his warm breath on my ear. 'Nina.' He groaned. I felt I was moulded to his body forever. Then he relaxed, and sighed.

'Okay, so be it. Say it then, Nina. Say the truce words, and I'll disappear from your life. You'll get Hardy back. I promised you that.' He was still so still, I could feel his heart beating on my naked back.

I had stopped resisting. How could I go on fighting him, when he had turned my face sidewise now, his lips on my face, caressing my temple with light feathered kisses.

'Say them now, Nina. Say the words.' His voice was bleak, the voice of a lover waiting to be banished from my life.

I opened my mouth to damn him, to damn Richard. But I was suddenly bereft. If I said the words, Richard would go and might never return. I was suddenly afraid I would lose him. He said he had tasted me. Dear God, but I had a taste of him too, of a world where all my choices were taken away, except for one – to accept him and his demons.

And the result? After one night, I wanted Richard's arms around me forever, banding me to him like Hardy never had. Without Richard, would Hardy exert the control over me that I had always secretly longed for? Without Richard, would I have to ask Hardy to become this mysterious stranger? Would Hardy learn to take me without asking, as I know Richard would?

His lips had stopped their foray while he waited, his breathing loud in my ear.

In my naivete, I had started something I could not undo. Whether it was for the worse or for the better, God only knew, but I could not turn him away now. I gently unclasped his hands and turned in his arms. I placed my hands on his head and pulled his head down, reaching for his lips as a decision was settled in my heart.

'No,' I whispered. 'I can't say them, Richard.'

He released a gust of breath, and grasped a handful of hair to expose my neck and sucked me there hard under my ear, earning him a bucking of my hips. He lifted me up like a child, pulling my legs to encircle his hips and he carried me toward the boardroom table. He set me down on one end, on the hard edge, with my legs on either side of him.

His lips skimmed my forehead, and he said, his voice trembling a little. 'I want you now. I promise I won't hurt you. I promise. But I have to do this. I promise it won't hurt.'

As he was promising me that, ironically, he reached into his pockets and produced a scarf. Figures, the dear pervert. It was one of mine, a bright red one. Unexpected he put the scarf in my hands. I looked up at him in question. He was looking down at me in that piercing way of his, like he was watching for any hidden messages in my face.

'Ask me,' he said. 'Ask me to bind you, Nina.'

'Oh.'

I was mistaken when I thought he would take without asking. He was asking me now. He was asking my permission to fuck me senseless tied up and helpless. I looked down at the scarf. It was a lacy one, so red against my olive skin. I twined it around my arm, and I admired the way the scarf complemented my wrist, enhanced the delicacy of my bones. I twined it also around my other arm, to see how it might look to him, my wrists tied together. I didn't expect the rush of lust it sparked in my breast, spreading down to my torso where a familiar flowering began. My eyes moistened again, this time at the heat rising to my face.

I looked up at him. He had been studying me, reading my thoughts like I was a book. His hands stroked the insides of my thighs. I fidgeted.

'Why?' I whispered.

He kept studying the details of my face, while I waited. It was an extraordinary feeling, being inspected so closely. He didn't answer me.

'Why?' I asked, louder this time. Like the way Amelia would.

His lips twitched. He traced my eyebrow, and said, 'Why do you fascinate me? After all these years?'

I glared at him, and gripped the scarf, ready to hit him with it.

'I said, Why, Richard! Why this way?' I twisted my hips to try and push him away, but it caused him to hold me tighter, forcing my soft thighs to cradle his hardness. He pulled at my chin to look up at him.

'Why?' He asked. 'Why not? Why anything really? Why do you hold back from me? Why do you have secrets from me? Why? I want to see you, Nina, really see you.'

Well, I'll be... That certainly rendered me speechless. I was certain I would sound dim-witted if I said anything in the face of something so profound. And besides, his cock was pressing at me and I was positive my wetness was dampening the front of his trousers. My immediate goal then was not to understand him, but to get him into me as quickly as able.

I slipped my hands out of the coils of my scarf, and handed it to him.

'What are you waiting for, then?' I said to him, pretending petulance to cover my breathless urgency. 'So, see me, Richard.' He gave a snort at that, then his mouth swooped down and claimed mine, sucking my lip. His lips plundered mine, while he positioned my arms behind me, expertly tying a knot with a few twists of the scarf around the x of my crossed wrists.

My breasts were pushed up to graze his chest, and when he pulled away from my lips, it was to stare down at the former.

I had to close my eyes at the intensely ravenous look on his face. One hand had skated up behind my neck to support my neck, while he slid the other over my breasts, kneading them with firm, possessive strokes.

'These breasts are mine, Nina.' He said hoarsely, as he pinched my nipples into hard pebbles. 'I'd kill any man who would touch them.' He bent and nipped at one, making me arch back, wordlessly pleading for more of his forage. 'I see them looking. I know what they're thinking.'

He pushed me back to lie down on my bound arms on the table. With more silky cord he produced out of somewhere, he secured my ankles to the table legs. I was wide open, my choices gone. Was this what he meant by really seeing me?

I stared at the ceiling, my body humming with expectancy. My pulse pounded in my ears, in my chest, and between my thighs. I could hear him move around the room. I saw the lights dim, and music became louder, a woman in an opera. I heard him open the door of the fridge and then shut it again.

When he came back, he leaned over the side of the table and lifted my head. I saw he had removed his clothes. I peered at him in the dim light. If I was looking for Hardy, he was nowhere to be found in the man looking down at me with a gaze so hungry he almost looked like a wolf.

He lifted me up and placed a large throw pillow under my back. When he saw that I was comfortable, he turned my chin so I could see him. His cock was full and ready, his stomach abs clenched with control.

'Now the fun begins, dear Nina.' He said in a low voice and he whipped a white handkerchief around my head and gagged me. 'This is not to hurt you or scare you. I just want to keep you quiet, that's all. I have a feeling you'll be quite noisy.' He caressed my neck and encircled it with a large hand. 'And besides, you look... like, like a vessel, for me to fill. You know what I mean?'

He opened something like a jar and after an instant he was smearing something on my breasts. I smelled honey, which made me think of this afternoon's dessert. He massaged my nipples with it, squeezing them and making me squirm from the amazing sensation. I wanted to rub my thighs together, but it was impossible, my legs wide open in a v.

'I've always, always, wanted to do this to you.' He murmured, and he suckled at my breast again. He pulled at my chest, so my head fell back, his great hands lifting my upper body to his hunger. Yes, he knew how to suckle. He was a vulture, bent over me, feeding on the honey on my skin, my flesh.

I understood why he silenced me, as my cries of delight escaped me again and again, muffled by my gag. His mouth, his lips and tongue created havoc, insanity and music in me. He pulled at my body with his hands, and pushed at me with his mouth. He knew where to suck, and to bite, to lave, and to blow. And when I could hardly bear it, he lifted his head, and he rubbed honey all over my thighs and around my pussy. And oh,... his tongue, his tongue went there. Hardy never went there. He sucked me, and did things I know not what. I felt his teeth, I felt pulling, and blowing. His tongue went deep, and I came violently on the table, my legs pulling at their bondage and my torso twisting in my climax. I groaned in my gag, Carmen's Habanera in my ears.

He didn't give me time to recover. He released my ankles from the cords and pulled me up. 'It's time for a shower.' He said, setting me on the floor. He removed my gag, he pulled my bound wrists and walked us to the bathroom. I was like jelly, my knees could not hold me. I had to lean weakly on the tiled wall while he relieved himself in the toilet. He gestured for me to urinate as well. And I did, avoiding his eyes. Hardy and I had never relieved ourselves in front of each other.

Then I watched him turn the shower on inside the shower enclosure. He helped me into wide cubicle and stood me under the spray. The water washing down on me was warm and delicious. My hair flowed down my back and breasts like a silky veil, and he seemed to take pleasure in that. He washed me, even my hair. And the most beautiful feeling came over me as he massaged my body. He turned me this way and that, careful that no shampoo dripped into my face. My wrists were still tied behind me. He joined me under the spray, reaching behind me. He pulled at my elbows, his attention on the way my breasts flattened on his chest as his soapy hands slid all over my back and buttocks.

Richard cleaned me everywhere, even between the lips of my nethers. I peered up at him through wet eye lashes. He was completely focused on what he was doing, not looking at me looking at him, but at my body which he was handling with such expertise. He finished running his hands down my sides, then fingered combed my hair back and told me to stand in the corner.

Then he washed himself. This time he looked at me, while he lathered himself.

'Stand straight,' he said. And I did, displaying my breasts to him. He looked up and down my body, focusing on my breasts while he lathered his cock. It had grown massive as he pumped his hand up and down it, washing it well.

Then when all the lather was gone, he turned the shower off. He folded a towel in half and splayed it on the floor, and followed it with another one. He pushed me down to the towels so I knelt before him. He grasped my head so I could look up at him, and I knew what was next.

'You've never asked me to do this before. I don't know how.' I said, breathless, a little defensively. Would I do it right? Would I choke? Would I embarrass myself? He did not give me time to worry much about it.

He tipped my face up and pinched my nose. The next thing I knew, his cock was in my mouth.

I choked, and he pulled out.

'Open your mouth wider, Nina. It'll be easier with practice.'

I made to stand, but he had gripped my hair and forced me to stay on my knees.

'Don't let me pinch your nose again, Nina.'

I opened my mouth finally and I took him in, my tongue naturally sucking at his tip just so I would get it over with. And so there I was, learning how to suck cock. I was on my knees between his legs, the rough hair on his thighs rubbing on my breasts. My own trembling legs were unable to purchase my balance, and my bound arms were useless behind me. It was his hands that held me in my place, and his long, hard shaft in my mouth. His hands, each of them on each side of my head, gripped my hair to keep my head still as he bobbed in and out of my face.

I allowed him to go deeper, getting into the rhythm. My throat spasmed, as I fought to breath properly. I felt his legs tremble. I had not expected the act to be so arousing for me. Rivulets of water from my hair slid down my back into the crack of my anus, stroking my sensitive flesh as they slithered down my thighs. As Richard gripped my hair and used my mouth and throat, so clearly in the throes of an ecstasy I was giving him, I began to wonder who was slave and who was free.

He took care to be gentle, giving me instructions.

'Ah, uhmm. That's good. Nina, suck it now. Stronger. Ahh. I'm going deeper now. That's good, ah, that's good.'

I imagine I pleased him very well. It pleased me too. To be this vessel he called me. I was filled with his taste and scent. And I loved it all. I loved the feel of his hands, guiding my head up and down to give him different access angles. His cock filled my mouth and touched my throat, and I thrilled to sense the control he was himself exerting on his own desire. Like saving himself for the best.

My own pussy tightened and another kind of wetness had pooled inside me. As I knelt on those wet towels, I was so wonderfully glad I had not called out for truce.

He went in even deeper and he told me when to hold my breath, to breathe in and out, and I obeyed him. His groans echoed in the shower enclosure above me. And my wetness trailed down my thighs combining with the water still dripping down my back.

He was close to erupting, I felt his cock growing even longer and harder, and the grip on my hair tightened as to cause me pain. I made a distressed sound deep in my throat. He pulled out of my mouth gently, pulled me up and quickly dried us both.

He kissed me. 'You did well, Slave.' He murmured. 'I've never had a mouth like yours.'

'Well, then, why have you never asked it of me?' I asked him belligerently, my voice a little hoarse what with it coming from a throat ravaged by cock.

'Ha,' he said softly. 'I've never had you for a slave before.'

He pushed me towards his bedroom, the executive one that was always ready for him. To my knowledge, Richard never used it. Hardy always came home to me, except when he had to travel interstate, of course. But then, when he didn't come home to me, where did he go? What warm body welcomed him? What mouth HAD he had?

All of a sudden, pictures of other women sucking him zipped through my mind making my stomach want to heave.

Unceremoniously, I was pushed face down on the bed. He kneed my legs apart, lifted my hips and entered me in one deep shove. I screamed into the coverlet. He was so long, so hard, a shock to me.

'Richard,' I gasped. 'Stop.'

He stopped immediately, groaning a little. He waited for me to accommodate him and at the same time, released my wrists from the wet scarf. I heard a wet slop on the floor beside the bed. While waiting for me to get used to his size and length, he massaged my arms and gave me back their use. He arranged my legs wide apart, and grasped my elbows to pull me towards him, burying himself deeper into me.

Then he slid gently out and in again a few inches at a time. He kissed and nipped my naked shoulders, all the while, rocking inside me gently. He stirred me, inside down there. They say it's a certain spot, a g-spot, but for me, it was my whole womb that he touched. And when he passed through my walls, little urgent whispers of delight unfurled through me. I moaned in pleasure. He rocked me slowly for a long time, his hands flat on the bed on either side of my head. I stared at one, as I swayed to the movement of his hips. I stared at the hairs at the back of his hand, and felt the desire swirl through me again. This was adultery, for sure, that I enjoyed this too much. This was not Hardy. And he as taunted me a while ago, he had said, I was not Richard's wife. Our role-play was that of a sordid office affair. And so this was adultery.

A hand pressed down on my back, bearing me down on the bed. The gentle sliding had gone, replaced by earnest thrusts, my body bouncing to his determined fucking. His cock shoved into me, mercilessly sentitising my vaginal walls. I could not get away. He held me in a grip that ensured my legs were wide open coercing the pleasure to spiral uncontrolled.

I had already orgasmed on the table, and sometimes Hardy would give me a second one weak one in the same night, but never like this. Not like this. I would burn from this one, I knew, all my reserves obliterated from its force. The heat would not release me. Sweat broke out all over me, as I struggled against an ecstasy so devastating my resistance to it shook me to my core.

'Richard!' I cried as he pounded into me. It was thrilling. My pussy sucked at him. 'Richard,' I moaned. I writhed under his weight, the surge of pleasure gathering like a storm. Abruptly, his weight upon me disappeared as he shifted position. I shrieked at the interruption, at the loss. But his hands gripped my hips and jerked me down to grind more of his cock into me. 'Richard!'

He was half kneeling between my knees, holding my hips flush to his, and bucked me repeatedly, my breasts grazing to and fro on the rough coverlet. I hid my face on the quilt, as he pounded my pussy, my buttocks shaking with his force of our collison. I could not face this, I did not know how to deal with this incredible rapture he forced from me. It was agonising. It was splendid.

'I see you.' he panted, as he manhandled my hips and hammered into me. 'Beautiful.' He squeezed my buttock cheeks apart, forcing me to take more of him.

'You're so goddamn beautiful.' He ground out. 'Nina.'

In, out, in, out. Again, again. He tired of that, and switched back to the first position, a hand pressing again on my back, pressing my breasts flat. This time his hand fisted in my hair, pulling at my head to turned my face sideways.

'Don't hide from me, Nina,' he said, panting with his effort. I could not see him, but I felt his eyes boring into the side of my face, while he increased tempo and deepened his leverage.

'Nina. Ah, fuck.' That word, a word Hardy never said to me, re-moistened my eyes. I tried to hide my face into the quilt. He would not allow it, his fist tight around my hair. My walls tightened around him, my world glittering around me. And on he went, impaling me to his bed, a slave to be fucked, to be used.

Oh, the pleasure turned unbearable. I could not hold back, one more thrust, another, another. And a pain of delight exploded in my womb, and I let go, and flew. I screamed. I was right, my world ignited into flames. I could not even writhe to lessen the torture of my bliss, so tight was his hold on my body. He thrust a dozen more times while he took his pleasure of me. He ground his cock into me one last time, so deep. I came again with a cry, tears finally spilling as the waves of my orgasm overcame me completely.

I was aware of him groaning in his own ecstasy, and crashing down onto the bed beside me. I could not care who I was, who he was, as my lungs heaved for air, and the shock of the coming held me in its throes. He gathered me in his arms, his heart thudding against my arms.

I lay there replete, not moving, not wanting him to know of my crying. So we lay spooned in silence. So this was what I was missing, I thought as I felt him stroke my back and arms.