Office Politics

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She came out of her bedroom looking stunning. They had their meal and drove back to his. He almost lost his resolve because she looked so small and vulnerable in the unfamiliar surroundings but he remembered how she could be and carried on.

After their talk Linda was practically in tears. He told her that he wouldn't call her for a week, to give her time to think it over. To reinforce his point he called her a cab to take her home.

In the cab Linda knew she was going to agree to his terms, as not agreeing meant losing him. She would keep him guessing for a few days though; she still had a little pride, after all.

On Tuesday evening she rang.

"Hello Tom, I agree."

Before he could answer she put the phone down.

He tried to ring back but she had taken it off the hook.

He called back the following evening and asked if he could come round to see her.

She let him in and he saw the riding whip and the butt plug on the table.

"Take them away, I never want to see them again." was all she said. Tom only picked up the whip and they drove with it to the local river. He gave it back to her and she threw it in.

To meet her half way Tom said "I don't mind if you use your hand sometimes."

"Take me to your home - and do with me as you please." she whispered lovingly, "I want you to stay with me."

Tom said "Think about moving in then."

Linda was quiet all the way back to his place. When they got in he sat her on the couch and went to pour them both a drink.

"Hank and I had a 'safe' word." started Linda, "We would use it if the other one was going too far and hurting too much. Hank never used it and I never used it when Hank was sober. When he was drunk, even if I used it he would ignore it and carry on hitting me. I don't want to use Hank's word, so you choose one."

"I won't."

"Why?"

"I've told you, we won't need one. I'll never hurt you that badly; that's a promise."

Linda started to cry.

"Hey, what's all this about?"

Linda stood up, tears cascading down her face.

"Stop talking and take me to bed."

Tom scooped her into his arms and led her to the bedroom, a place no other woman had been in since the accident. He undressed Linda, led her to the bed and she kissed him with a passion she had never shown, even in the midst of their sex. Then she said "I am a horrid person, I need a spanking."

Tom slapped her butt and Linda said "Call that a spank: Leave hand marks - Please."

"Are you sure?"

"If you love me, yes."

Tom brought his hand down and left a mark; he didn't like it but it was what she wanted. She yelped at the blow then said softly "Again." Tom did it again, leaving another hand print. Linda yelped again then murmured "Once more."

Tom did as she wanted and with the last blow she turned to him saying "Now love me."

Tom started by turning her on her front and kissing the now fading hand prints, with sounds of encouragement from her. He remarked that if he had a camera he could turn the prints on her perfect butt into a work of art. Turning her over he kissed her face tracing where her tears had run. Kissing her jaw, throat and neck he continued to her heaving breast. Softly caressing one nipple he suckled on the other while she mewed like a contented cat. He then moved on to the other nipple and gave it a light nip between his teeth. Linda let out a low moan, grabbed Tom by the hair and moved him away, pushing him down towards where she really wanted him to be.

He started by licking down her outer lips then at the bottom gently parted them with his tongue, moved towards her clit drew it from its hiding place and flicked it several times. This triggered her first orgasm, the first of many. All Linda could do was squirm with pleasure, forcing him into even more intimate contact as her insides melted and leaked away onto his face. Tom stopped lapping and put the head of his cock at her entrance. Linda dug her heels into the bed, drawing herself onto him. He took the hint and slowly eased in. Linda was in exquisite need; she wanted him to be fully inside her but loved the way he was making her wait. At last he was fully in. She ground her hips against his, sending electric shocks from her clit all the way to her brain and back again. She had never felt like this before and never wanted it to end. If she died now, she would die the happiest woman in the world.

Tom pulled back until he was almost out, and then eased slowly in again. Linda lost it. She abandoned herself to her feelings. The world no longer mattered; all that mattered now was what Tom was doing to her and her emotions. Wrapping herself round him she just let him do as he wanted.

Everything seemed to be centred between her legs, the heat, the wetness, the throbbing intruder that felt as if it belonged in her and the feel of their two bodies in perfect unison. She knew she would do anything to ensure it never ended.

"Harder." she cried.

Tom withdrew slightly and then slammed back in, withdrew even further and slammed in again, repeating this until he was almost fully out then ramming himself against her hips with all the force he could muster, banging the bed against the wall with each stroke. His balls felt as if they were on fire and he needed to cum soon. As if she could read his mind Linda screamed "Faster, Faster, Ohmygod, Faster, aaagh, aaaghhh!"

Tom sped up and within a few strokes his seed made its final journey, shooting from his cock and into her waiting, welcoming womb, setting off her last orgasm. Both of them just shuddered and collapsed, still joined, in complete exhaustion.

As they recovered, Linda asked Tom if he meant what he said about the camera. Tom said he was half joking. Linda however was serious. She and wanted Tom to do it next time she was in that mood and she wanted the photo blown up, framed, and hung on his bedroom wall, next to one with her hand prints on his butt.

"You're kinky." said Tom.

"I know" she replied, "don't you just love it."

Thinking for a second Tom replied "Yes, and I love you too."

Linda just burst into tears.

They sold their respective apartments, as they held too many memories for them, bought a house and moved in together.

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His master plan worked even better than he expected, not that he knew that at first. Not only did "Miss James" get her arse fired, so did Bill Tyson. Randy went soon after and in the reshuffle Tom's friend, not Tom, got Miss James's job.

Tom was aware that his company was old fashioned and had a strict unwritten rule about not considering people for promotion to the executive level that 'Lived in Sin'. What he didn't know was that in his case the board, knowing his circumstances, had chosen to overlook it.

He thought his plan had all gone wrong - not that he cared now. When, two months later, he was called into the boardroom and told he had been recommended to replace Bill Tyson if he wanted it, it came as a complete shock. With a huge increase in salary, accompanied by a better car and a rise in status, of course he wanted it.

He told them at the formal interview about his "affair" with Linda - they told him they already knew about it and were glad he had been open and honest with them. He also told them he wouldn't divorce his wife and would be paying for her care for as long as she lived.

When asked what Linda felt about it, he told them that she knew about his situation and what he planned to do from the start and was 100% behind him.

That was the end of the matter as far as his company was concerned.

They gave him the job.

Tom's wife died of a stroke, brought on by the accident, less than a year later. After a suitable period of mourning and with the blessing of his wife's family, Tom and Linda were married.