He wouldn’t! Her heart began to thump, her mouth dried up. He wouldn’t do that to her. He would incriminate himself? Didn’t he care about his own reputation? The answer was clear, he didn’t give a shit. He worked for a man who took sexual favours to settle promotion decisions. Howie was immune from this. While she hated her job, she couldn’t afford to lose it, not right now.
With a sinking sensation, she realised that she would fuck this man, whoever he was. She would take him to the stationery cupboard and screw him. It was virtually lunchtime anyway. She went to get the key from the lock box.
When she got back Howie had sent another mail.
You’ll do it?
She typed ‘yes’ and tamped down the anger of knowing the exact smirk he would have on his face. He didn’t send anything else, which she was relieved about. The minutes dragged along, and as the appointed time approached she began to hope that it had been a joke. Surely even he wouldn’t do something so stupid, so risky, he wouldn’t…
“Sophie?” the rich sonorous voice made her spin on her chair.
“Errrm yes,” she said taking in the immaculately dressed black guy standing in the cubicle entrance. He was as beautiful as the suit he was wearing, combining the face of Jeremy Guscott with the body of a God. He stretched the fabric tight, his shirt just open enough to reveal the sharp cut of his pectoral muscles.
“I was sent by Howard, he said you might,” he licked his sumptuous lips, his dark eyes dancing with desire, “have something for me?” Sophie’s nipples tightened into hard peaks and a delicious shiver went through her body. “I’m Claydon, and I’m very hungry, how about a little something?”
She knew he wasn’t talking about food, and the way he was devouring her with his eyes made her pussy dribble into her panties. All thoughts of Kaelan and the kids, all thoughts about what she’d lost, what she still might lose, drifted away with the lust that was sweeping over her.
Exaggerating every movement, Sophie rose from her chair, never taking her eyes from his, and with a flutter of her eyelashes and a trailed finger down his iron hard bicep, Sophie eased past him and led the way to the storeroom. She might even have to reward Howie for this little favour when she got home.
*****
“Hello Auntie Jess,” Carys said giving her a hug, “have you seen Mum?”
Kaelan flinched, the anger his daughter had initially felt towards her mother was slipping and sliding because she was missing her so much.
Jess cast a quick glance at him, “she’d absolutely fine babe, she misses you and she’s really looking forward to coming home again. It won’t be too long hopefully.”
“Off you go Care, there’s a girl, I need to talk to Jess,” they had another quick squeeze and she went off to harangue poor Finn. He waited a beat to ensure she was out of earshot, “so, to what do I owe this pleasure Jess?”
“I haven’t heard from Soph for over three weeks Kael, she doesn’t reply to my texts or phone calls and I don’t want to doorstep her at work, I’m really worried about her.”
Kaelan laid his arm along the back of his chair and watched her carefully. “Maybe she’s moved on from us all Jess, perhaps she needs a complete break. And you don’t want to doorstep her, really?”
Jess scowled, “No, I don’t. She’s vulnerable Kaelan, we need to tread carefully, I think she could disappear if we don’t.”
“Disappear?” he couldn’t hide the scepticism.
“Yes, disappear, emotionally, physically. She could be gone Kaelan, we might lose her entirely.”
He chuckled darkly, “I don’t know how to break this to you Jessica, but I lost her some time ago. She made her choice, that first day she came home and told me she wanted to go on a date with another man. it was inevitable,” he sighed and let the front slip, just for a second, “it’s what she wanted. She wanted out, so she’s got what she wanted. I hope she’s happy, now if you’ll excuse me, it’s my day off and I’d like to spend some time with the kids.”
Jess sat and stared at his profile, then accepting he had said his final word, she chose hers as precisely as she could with the adrenalin running though her, “she isn’t where she wants to be, she’s not herself. Something has gone wrong, she’s lost her way, but she’ll need us all to find her way back.”
Kaelan looked at her now, “after all I’ve told you? After all she’s done?”
“After everything. She’s our Sophie Kaelan, and she’ll remember it before too long.”
He hugged her at the door, and as he watched her drive away, her delicate hand waving through the window, he wondered if she was right. Could Sophie find herself? Did he really want her to?
*****
They barely made it through the stationery room door before Claydon pounced. He let her lock it, then he slammed her against it and took her mouth with his. It was irresistible. He squeezed her breast as he kissed her and she moaned as he ground his hard prick against her tight belly. She reached between them and held it through his pants, it was huge, as big as Kaelan’s.
He stepped back and began to undo her shirt, his dark eyes boring into hers, holding her there. Little desperate whimpers accompanied his fingers, and as he leaned in to suck the soft flesh of her upper breast, she had to squeeze her legs together to stem the flow into her panties.
They didn’t say a word. Once he had her topless, he forced her to her knees and it took no time at all before she was slobbering all over his thick black rod. His hands tangled in her blonde hair, working her up and down his length and she got the message that he liked his balls sucked.
He groaned loudly as she took one of them into her mouth and she stroked his glistening shaft. Sophie was fascinated by the rich dark red of the glans, and the beautiful curve of his cock. She couldn’t wait until he was inside her. She gave herself to him.
“You are fucking sexy,” he rumbled below his breath, as if confirming it to a third party.
Sophie sucked on his head, rubbing hard on his erection, loving the flavour of his salty precum. It was literally pouring from him, and she swallowed every drop, locking eyes with him. He was getting close, she could feel it, in the way he tugged at her hair, in the way his sculpted thighs tensed. She prepared for the explosion, but he wasn’t having that.
“Get up, take off that skirt.” Sophie did as she was instructed, and she yelped as he spun her around and bent her over the stack of photocopy paper boxes.
“Ohhhhhhh,” she groused as she felt him probing at her, preparing to sink into her streaming wet flesh.
*****
Claydon was riding her so hard she couldn’t breathe, he held her throat as he fucked her, slapping her ass occasionally until her tight round cheeks were glowing. In her mind Sophie had the image of a big black man fucking a stacked blonde in a janitor’s cupboard, it was a porn scenario she watched often. They must look exactly like that.
She whimpered as he pushed her further forward and fucked her harder, deeper, faster. The size, the determination, it left her mind empty, almost like fucking Kaelan. Kaelan. A momentary pang of remorse flickered through her, but was quickly replaced by the tingling sensations in her cunt.
She was close to cumming, she squealed it to him, but he didn’t seem to care. He didn’t speed up or slow down, he just kept fucking her in a strong, relentless rhythm.
And then the world stopped, A key sounded in the lock, the door was opening and Grace walked in. Her smooth brown face was set with a look of disgust. Right behind her was Doug.
“I told you Grace, I told you she was in here,” he flashed her a look of triumph, and Sophie wanted to die. She wanted the world to implode and obliterate her. To add to the horror of the situation, Claydon drove himself into her one last time, almost sending them both sprawling through the boxes.
Grace turned on her heel, “Sophie, in my office in five minutes. Come on Doug.”
*****
How she made it back to Howie’s place she didn’t know. There were several stops o
n the way, because she couldn’t see properly, the tears just wouldn’t stop. The walk to Grace’s office had been the most humiliating thing she’d ever experienced, everyone knew, she could see it on their faces, and even Carol wouldn’t look at her directly.
Grace had looked at her though. All the kindness gone, all the friendship and support drained away. She’d looked at Sophie as if she was a piece of shit on her shoe, as if she was less than nothing. Trash.
She hadn’t given Sophie the chance to speak, she’d told her how lax she’d been lately, how she’d been taking the piss. Grace reminded her in no uncertain terms how much leeway she’d been given compared to others and that she’d spat it all back in her face.
Her employment had been terminated immediately, she would not receive a reference and Grace would do all she could to spread the word about what had happened. Sophie had sobbed and pleaded, but Grace had called security and had her escorted from the building. It had been done for maximum humiliation and it had worked perfectly.
By the time Sophie pulled up in Howie’s driveway she was nearly hysterical.
Chapter 18: Flying and falling
Kaelan sat on Mandy’s desk and pretended to pore through the paperwork there. “Do you mind Mr. Cope?” she said with fake severity.
“Not really, do you? It’s better than rifling through your drawers.”
She arched an eyebrow and sniggered. “How sophisticated!”
He pushed his hair out of his face and grinned at her, “I never claimed to be sophisticated.” Mandy laughed. They had been seeing each other regularly outside of work and they were becoming really close. He wouldn’t have believed it possible, that he could start to have feelings for someone so quickly. He wasn’t over Sophie, but Mandy was a good friend and maybe she could become more, in time.
“Have you got time to pop over to mine after work, I have something to show you?”
Kaelan shrugged, “I might be free, I’ll have to check my schedule…”
“Well don’t put yourself out Mr. Cope,” she sniffed.
“I’m joking, that would be great. I can’t be too late tonight though, Carys wants to go out with her friends.”
“Great, see you later then.” Mandy went back to her screen, which he might have taken as a dismissal if it wasn’t for the big smile on her face. He went out to the tennis courts to check on some of the year nines.
His good mood evaporated quickly, when he got a text from Carys asking if he could come straight home. She didn’t like his response and went off on one, accusing him of exploiting her, of using her as free childcare and that it wasn’t fair.
He told her not to be so dramatic, and that her friends would wait. He turned his phone off before she could let loose again and marched outside with a completely different frame of mind. The year nines wouldn’t know what had hit them.
*****
Sophie lay on the sofa and stared at the TV. Nothing was going in. Since she’d been fired her life had consisted of preparing meals for Howie, lounging around watching endless DVDs, and sleeping. She picked up her phone and checked to see if any of the texts she’d sent to friends had been responded to. Not a sausage, bugger all.
She felt so isolated. Even Jess had cut her off it seemed.
Howie had been sympathetic at first, reassuring her that she didn’t need a job, telling her that the scandal would fade over time. In a few months, it would all blow over, and then if she needed to find work she could start looking again. That had lasted for a week and then everything changed.
Nothing she did was right. Her cooking was appalling, she wasn’t keeping the house clean enough, and would she ever stop her incessant whining? A couple of times he’d really lost it with and she’d thought he was going to hit her.
But the worst thing had been the way he’d invited two of his friends over after work one night. He’d strolled in with barely a word for her, waved them in and demanded that she feed them all. It was as if she was his housekeeper. That would have been bad enough, but after they’d eaten, he’d started groping her and encouraging them to do the same.
She’d slapped the hand of the tubby one the first time, then Howie had grabbed her savagely by the wrist, pulled her into his lap and he’d yelled at her not to be a ‘stuck up bitch’, and shaken her by the jaw. Then he’d pulled her dress up, held her panties aside and invited them both to look at her shaved mound.
The thinner, pasty-faced man, had clapped his hands in excitement. He’d told Howie that she was every bit as hot as he’d promised them. She’d struggled to get away as first one, and then the other, had pawed at her, opening her dry lips and inspecting her. The fat, sweaty one, called Blair, had pushed his stubby fingers into her until she’d cried out in pain and humiliation.
Howie had pulled her along behind him up the stairs, and into their bedroom, he’d stripped her unceremoniously and handed her off to them, like a pimp. With two attractive men, in a consensual setting, the way they had reverently inspected her, caressed her, kissed and licked her, it might even have been a wonderful experience, but they were repulsive in looks and demeanour. It was vile.
In the climax, after hours of torment, they’d ‘spit roasted’ her while Howie had hooted and hollered, filming everything. The short fat one had almost pulled her long blonde hair out as he’d taken her from behind, and his thinner friend had fucked her throat with his long thin prick. Howie had insisted that she take them bareback and that they should both finish inside her.
Sophie hadn’t had the strength to resist, and they’d cum in her pussy and her mouth, and covered her tits and belly with it, leaving her spread-eagled and exhausted. When they’d finally left, Howie had refused to let her shower, and he’d viciously fucked her in the ass until she’d begged for him to stop. Maybe that was why he’d been so horrible to her? She sniffed back more tears and buried her face in the cushions of the sofa, it was the lowest she’d felt since Kaelan had thrown her out.
*****
Kaelan didn’t cave in to Carys, he was too absorbed by Mandy’s invitation and the promise it held. It wasn’t sex, he didn’t expect that at all. Their relationship seemed to be moving away from that, despite the flirting. He wasn’t sorry in some ways, the wound that Sophie had left was still raw and seeping. He missed her, missed their life, he mourned the warmth of the family that had been ripped apart.
Still, he was curious. What could Mandy be about to show him?
As he pulled up in front of her cottage, his phone went off. It was a text: [Elliot]: Oy stranger, want to be my best man?
Kaelan looked at the message not quite believing its content. Elliot was getting married? Fucking hell, he thought, Elliot is getting married! He hastily typed his congratulations and his acceptance. Only a momentary pause about the prospect of seeing Paula at the wedding impacted upon the happiness he felt for his friend, but he was a big boy, he’d deal with it.
Mandy met him at the door. “That’s a big smile, happy to be here or something?” She was wearing a pair of tight fitting jeans and an equally form hugging t-shirt, it really suited her, even though he was used to her in more formal clothes.
“Absolutely, unless I’m here to work…”
They shared a friendly kiss and he followed her inside. He couldn’t help watching how her ass moved under the denim, it was hypnotic, and he began to rethink his earlier dismissal of a possible sexual encounter.
No, he didn’t want any more complications right now.
“So, what have I come to see?” he said as they entered the kitchen.
“Come through, and I’ll show you,” she giggled, going out through the back door and into the garden. It was long and narrow, fenced on both sides for maximum privacy. It was immaculate, a beautifully maintained lawn bordered by raised bends. It had a bird table and a seat, which was set under a small apple tree.
“Here we are,” she said with a flourish, “what do you think?” There, at the end of the garden, was a beautiful little summerhouse
.
Kaelan whistled and stepped onto the wooden deck. “Very impressive!” and it was. A glass door opened onto a big octagonal room that smelled of pine. It had a cushioned bench seat all around the inside and there were two sun loungers in the middle with a coffee table between them.
He felt her presence behind him, and moved inside. “I’ve been wanting one for years, but I had a little win on the lottery. It was this or a cruise. I decided this would last longer…” Her hand came to rest on his side and it warmed him. “Make yourself at home, I’ll get us some drinks. Wine?”
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