Unwilling Submission Ch. 01

Weak, early morning sun filtered through the small chink in the curtains, casting a pale beam across the splayed out figure in the bed. Mumbling something incoherent and laced with sleep, the female slid her arm under the pillow that lay opposite her, on the other side of the double bed and pulled it close to her, nestling into it as if it were a cuddly toy, or another person. The cozy scene was shattered a mere three minutes later by the piercing buzz of the alarm clock, that sat innocently on the beside cabinet. Groaning and wishing out loud for "just five more minutes" the woman sat up and slammed her hand down on the offending alarm silencing it with a single blow.

Her waist length, jet black hair untamed and static around her face, eyelids heavy with sleep she made her way into the adjoining en-suite bathroom; letting the water in the shower run hot before slipping out of the black cotton t-shirt she had slept in and under the steaming jets of water.

Running her fingers through her hair as she looked up towards the shower head, letting the water wash away the remnants of sleep, she ran through her schedule for the day. A high power business executive, there was no room for error, she ran a tight ship and never backed down on her ideas. Today she had several meetings with suppliers in the morning, one lunch with a prospective rival company executive and then, as was custom on a Friday, she had the afternoon out of the office and out of contact for her weekly massage and general pampering.

She washed with little thought, as if her hands just went through the motions without any conscious effort on her part, her mind too caught up in plans for the day, figures to please buyers and to crush competition. Shutting off the water she stepped out of the shower cubicle and wrapped herself in a towel, wrapping her hair in another as she padded back into her bedroom.

En route from the bathroom to her walk in wardrobe she picked up the file she had been reading the night before and flipped through it until she came to the profile that her researchers had given her on her competition. Making a few assumptions from the photos and the personal history she had been provided with she planned her outfit in accordance. Tight fitting white shirt, black skirt that reached just above her knees, but with a deep slit that reached just past mid-thigh, black suit jacket and three inch, black patent heels, all black underwear, if only to make her feel more powerful.

The morning passed without event, a few successful meetings secured new orders and approved the plans for the next season's catalogue and advertising push. By lunchtime her good mood had only improved and she was more determined than ever to make the lunch with her rival a success. Her plan? Crush them. Make it undoubtedly clear that there was no space for them in the market and that she was not a force to be reckoned with.

Gathering up a few essential files and figures she checked her messages with her secretary as she left the building, smiling as her heels clacked across the marble entrance hall. Catching her appearance in the many floor to ceiling mirrors that lined the hall she lifted her chin and swept her hair back of her face. 'Powerful, successful, unbeatable' she thought to herself, repeating it over and over as she walked the few blocks to the address she had been given. -- Spilling papers from his broken briefcase all over the pavement he cursed under his breath, this was hardly going to look good, she would be laughing at him already, without even hearing his plans for the business. She might have already left by the time he got there and all his plans would go to waste. With everything he knew about her this was his first and maybe only chance to get what he wanted.

Out of breath, his hair disheveled, mud spattered up the back of his new cream trousers from running across the park he turned sharply into front door of the office block, trying his best to look professional as he saw her sitting there in his waiting room.

She looked stunning, he knew how he looked to her, weak, out of place and easily defeated; but he wouldn't give in that easily.

"Ms. Renaldi." He said as he drew level with her, extending his hand in greeting.

"Mr. Thompson." She stood slowly but dismissed his offered hand, smiling politely as she took in his appearance. His suit would look stunning on the right person, and without the mud, she mused, but forgetting the clothes he still didn't look the part. Thick, slightly curly, dark brown hair framed his face, chocolate brown eyes that seemed to sparkle almost with mischief. Standing at about 5"11 he stood several inches above her, even in her heels, but he lacked that sharp, self-assured aura that she would have expected in any of her competitors.

"Please, come on through to the office. Can I get you anything? Tea? Coffee?" He fussed, guiding her towards his office, trying to regain his composure.

"Coffee would be lovely."

"Perfect." He paused, looking frantically around the office at the piles of disorganized papers scattered everywhere, before clearing her a space on the large sofa in front of the television he had set up that morning. "Why don't you take a seat here and watch our latest promotional video and I'll sort out some coffee for you? Milk and sugar?"

"No. Black with no sugar please."

"Perfect." Digging around under a pile of papers he found the remote for the television set and set the video playing. Grinning to himself as he quietly left the room, checking his watch as he did so.

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He knew he had some time before going back into the room, time to read through the file he had compiled on her one last time. As if she was the only one who could be prepared, so far she had done everything he had expected.

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Fifteen minutes later he reentered the room a mug of coffee in his hand, just incase the plan hadn't gone accordingly. But the sight that greeted him was just as he had imagined, just as he had hoped, just as perfect.

The files he had gathered over the last month had been enough to convince him to try this scheme, to put the video to the test, to see if this high powered executive was as open to suggestion as he thought she was. The information he had acquired told a sordid story of sex and drug fueled teenage years, two years working in a strip club to earn enough to get herself to college and a seemingly endless string of relationship, both male and female partners.

And now here she was, waiting for him on the sofa, her eyes slightly glazed, her jacket in a crumpled heap on the floor, her shirt wide open and her skirt tucked up around her waist, legs spread wide exposing herself to him.

"Reina?" He asked softly, putting the coffee down on the desk as he circled around the back of the sofa.

She didn't respond, she displayed no outward signs of even hearing him enter the room, or speak her name. Perfect. He stood in front of her and gently cupped her chin, raising her head up so she would be looking at him.

"Look at me, slut." He spat, glaring down at her as her eyes lost that glazed look and focused on him, but he knew she wasn't in control of her actions, she wouldn't remember this until he chose to let her. "Enjoy this feeling, this perfect relaxation, remember it, enjoy the freedom, remember it. You will return to this state every time you hear me say the words 'You are mine' and you will know that only I can give you what you need.

"Now, when you wake you will still be under my control, you will do exactly as I tell you without hesitation, without question, and although you may resist in your mind, your body will obey and you will learn to love it, you will crave this submission, this complete control I will have over you. And you will keep coming back to me for me. You will not remember anything i have told you, except this feeling of relaxation and freedom that only i can give you. As i count back up from ten you will slowly awaken and you will be powerless to resist me, you will not be aware of the way your shirt is undone or your skirt is tucked up to your waist. You will be oblivious to the way you are exposing yourself to me."

"Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven. Six. Five. Four. Three. Two. One."

Her eyes cleared and she looked at him questioningly, as if she couldn't figure out where she was, or what was happening to her, but her confusion soon passed and she just looked at him with disdain.

"Coffee?" She hinted.

"Ah yes, of course. What did you think of the video?"

"I'm quite impressed, you certainly know how to make a good advert, I almost want more."

"Take off your shirt. What do you like best about the video?"He smiled as she slipped the shirt from her shoulder, the momentary flash of confusion in her eyes ass she struggled to control her own movements.

"What's going on?" She asked as she let her white shirt flutter silently to the floor. "What are you doing to me?" "Just what you want. Now remove your skirt and get down on your knees for me." --

Reina's heart was racing in her chest, as much as she struggled she couldn't stop herself obeying this stranger. Yet while she struggled she couldn't help but realize just how she wanted this, to give up control. Perhaps not in such an extreme manner, but to let everything go was such a release.

Sinking to her knees in just her underwear and heels she lowered her eyes to the floor, ashamed of how she must look to him.

"Good." He murmured as he walked around her, inspecting her from every angle. "Spread your legs for me, hands behind your back, push your chest forward."

At some basic level she resisted, but still her body disobeyed her and not just in her actions, her skin was flush, she could feel the slight dampness between her legs just at the very thought of this man having complete control.

"Good girl." He sat down on the sofa just beside her, watching the way her chest rose and fell, noting the way her nipples were pressing against the thin fabric of her bra. "Come here, stay on your knees, I want you to show me that you want me."

Slowly she turned, crawling the small distance to the sofa until she was kneeling up between his legs, smiling slightly as she brushed up against his legs, rubbing her cheek against the coarse fabric of his trousers, not unlike a cat rubbing up against its owner.

Turning her face into him she planted small kisses up his legs until reaching the zip of his trousers, murmuring softly to herself, small sounds of contentment as she pressed her face into him, gentle kisses all over before reaching for the zip with her teeth.

Gently and carefully she pulled at the zip with her teeth, dragging it down, pushing the material out of the way as best as she could with him sitting down, pressing her face into him, kissing and licking at him through his underwear, feeling him harden under her ministrations.

"Please..." She looked up at him, imploring him to know what she wanted.

"What is it?" He asked, smiling.

"I want to taste you, but, i can't get your clothes out the way while you are sitting."

He chuckled at her obvious distress, she wanted him, but she couldn't ask him to move to make her job easier. This was turning out just as he had hoped.