She started to pick up the pace on his dick, hoping that he would come quickly and then it would be over. Very soon, he started making silly little grunting sounds and then she felt his hips tense and a fountain of semen spurted over her fingers. At the same time, and with a feeling of total self-loathing, Kristin climaxed herself. It was spontaneous and unexpected, but nonetheless, a blissful shudder vibrated through her body.
They sat shoulder to shoulder, breathing deeply, and when her ecstasy subsided, Kristin suddenly felt like throwing up.
“Clean me up,” Shepard instructed abruptly as if somehow, this depraved act had been her fault.
She took a tissue from the coffee table and gingerly wiped his dick clean. He zipped himself up, then said matter-of-factly, “You can wipe your hands on the sofa.”
Miserably, Kristin smeared his sticky muck over the plush white fabric of her expensive sofa, leaving an ugly wet stain. Her smart little apartment had been defiled and - like the rest of her life - would never quite be the same again.
“Well, that was fun,” Shepard said breezily. “I think it’s time to see Brian now.”
Chapter Fifteen
When they entered the lobby, George, the doorman, grinned broadly.
“Henry!” he said. “How’re you doing?”
Then he spotted Kristin and a look of concern crept across his face.
“I, um… I don’t know if I can…”
“Don’t worry,” Henry assured him. “Kristin is with me.”
By now, George was staring at Kristin’s legs in astonishment. He had never seen her in such a provocatively short skirt before. Henry wondered with relish at how Brian would react to it.
George finally managed to look up at Kristin’s face. She had applied the scarlet lipstick Henry had chosen for her, and it emphasized her already protuberant lips.
“Miss Hartman…?” he said uncertainly.
“That’s correct, George,” Kristin replied heavily. “Mr. Shepard has an appointment with the CEO.”
George returned his attention to Henry who had fixed a pleasant smile upon his face. He could see that George was struggling to process this apparent and dramatic shift in Kristin’s demeanor.
“Kristin and I have come to an understanding over the weekend,” Henry explained. “If Brian is agreeable, it looks as though I’ll be returning to work.”
The look on George’s face was worth photographing.
“Well that’s… I’m delighted for you! This is such unexpected - and very good - news.”
Henry winked at him.
“Stay tuned,” he said mysteriously. “It’s going to get better.”
They went into the office leaving George to ponder Kristin’s comely legs whilst trying to fathom out Henry’s cryptic words.
Angela, the receptionist, was already at her station and she did a double-take when they came in.
“Henry!” she exclaimed, and then her jaw dropped as her eyes drifted down to Kristin’s hemline.
“Miss Hartman…” she said curiously, and almost as an afterthought, “good morning.”
Kristin murmured a reply. Henry could tell that she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable. Here she was, a natural predator in her own habitat, knowing full well that Henry had her at his mercy.
Although Angela was not quite as intimidated by Kristin as the rest of the staff, she understood the power that she wielded and like George, was mindful of her own impending retirement and the pension that went with it. Accustomed to Kristin sweeping rudely past her each morning, Angela sensed that something was amiss.
“Can I be of any assistance, Miss Hartman?” she asked measuredly.
Kristin, garnering a semblance of her professional self, replied, “No thank you, Angela. Mr. Shepard has an appointment with Brian. Perhaps you would be kind enough to get him a coffee while he’s waiting?”
Looking at the expression of amazement on Angela’s face, Henry, for the second time in the past five minutes, really wished he’d brought his camera with him.
“What has happened?” Angela asked Henry, as Kristin hurried through the glass doors into the main office.
He shrugged. “Let’s just say that Kristin appears to have experienced something of an epiphany.”
“Really?” Angela said doubtfully.
“I don’t know why, but she seems to have done a complete about-face.”
“Are you saying…?”
“I think so. If Brian is okay with it.”
“That’s wonderful. But, I don’t understand. Kristin has always been so hostile towards you.”
“Totally out of the blue,” Henry said, shaking his head innocently. “She came around on Saturday…”
“Kristin Hartman went to your house?” Angela interrupted.
“Yup. And I’ll tell you something else in confidence. She spent the weekend with me.”
Angela’s mouth could not have stretched any wider.
“Oh, my God!” she said quietly.
Well aware that Angela was the biggest gossip at OFS, Henry knew that by the time their meeting with Brian was over, the whole office would have been informed that Kristin had slept over at his place. When they learned that Henry had his job back and that he was getting his own office, their suspicions would be confirmed.
Angela went off to fetch Henry’s coffee, probably, he thought, making quite a few stops on the way.
While he waited, Henry took the time to consider how he was going to handle Kristin in the office. He needed to proceed carefully because she was still the vice president and Brian was clearly very fond of her. It was important to degrade her reputation gradually, giving everybody time to adjust to her ongoing demise. There were plenty of ways to embarrass her publicly without the spotlight falling on him, and he was pondering a few of these ideas when Kristin reappeared in the doorway.
Seeing that Angela’s desk was vacant she said, “Brian can see you now, Master.”
Henry considered her choice of address for a second and then said, “While we’re in the workplace, if anyone is in earshot, you are not required to call me ‘Master’. But remember, regardless of what you are doing, you will continue to obey my commands at all times. Is that understood?”
“Yes, Master.”
Henry gave her a pat on the ass, making her jump slightly, and then they walked together to the company president’s office. Henry observed with amused interest that everyone present was surreptitiously following their every move.
The executive offices were located on the west side of the building and Brian’s was naturally the largest. Like Kristin’s, it was sumptuously furnished and included a corner lounge suite, mini-bar and private bathroom.
Brian shook Henry’s hand warmly and showed them to their seats. He looked a little flushed and Henry noted that he kept glancing at Kristin’s bare thighs.
“Kristin has apprised me of her reassessment of your termination,” Brian said, sitting down. “I must say, I was surprised.”
“No more than I,” Henry smiled.
“Well, yes. Needless to say, I am more than happy to have you back, Henry, and because it’s been such a brief interval of time, I don’t expect there’s much paperwork to take care of. I’ll have personnel reactivate your security pass immediately, of course.”
He looked at Kristin, wondering no doubt, why his normally vocal sidekick was sitting so demurely and keeping those full, glossy red lips firmly closed.
“Do you have anything to add, Kristin?”
She glanced at Henry and then said shakily, “Actually there is. I was thinking it might be a good idea if Henry took the vacant office next to mine.”
Brian raised his eyebrows.
“I personally don’t have any objection,” he said. “But don’t you think that might go down badly with the rest of the team? I mean, with all the cut-backs. I wouldn’t want to create any ill feeling or stir up any jealousy.”
; Kristin didn’t respond and it appeared to Henry that if Brian vetoed the suggestion she would be more than happy not to push it any further. He would have to remember that when he got her home.
“Then again,” Brian said thoughtfully, “I think you’ve just given me an idea. A slight problem has surfaced regarding the Motoko package. It hasn’t developed into a major one yet, but I need somebody on get on top of it. We certainly can’t afford to lose them in the current economic environment. As you, Kristin, secured the deal in the first place, I want you to liaise closely with their software people to ensure things run smoothly.”
“I wasn’t aware that there were any problems,” she replied.
‘Well, Mr. Yamada contacted me on Saturday. I tried to call you, but you didn’t pick up,” he added with just a hint of admonishment. “In any case, I think with Henry’s experience and your proven abilities, you could work well together to resolve this. I remember how you had a good working relationship when you first came here.”
Henry, to his amusement, noticed Kristin imperceptibly wince.
“And by having you together as a team, I can justify putting Henry right next door to you,” Brian concluded happily.
Henry was delighted. Dear old Brian was always trying to keep everybody sweet. Little did he know what Kristin must be thinking. Now she knew that Henry would be positioned to keep a constant eye on her.
“We’ll go over the details after lunch,” Brian continued. “But basically, I believe the problems can be rectified. It’s not that they have discovered any glitches in ABACUS, but as their set-up has expanded over the past year, it has put greater demands on the program. A large part of your task will be restoring Yamada’s confidence. He seems to be leaning towards purchasing a completely new package elsewhere and I want you to steer him back in our direction.”
“Well, I’m confident that we’ll be up to the task,” said Henry, smiling at Kristin.
“Splendid,” said Brian. “This has worked out rather well, I think.”
As they stood and moved towards the door, he said, “I’d just like to add that I am personally thrilled to see that you two have patched up your differences.”
Kristin smiled at him weakly and followed Henry down the passageway. Before they reached the vacant office, Henry said dismissively, “Go down to your car and get my stuff.”
She blinked, and then meekly replied, “Yes, Master.”
As he watched her mince away in her tight little skirt, his dick gave a little flutter. It hadn’t been much more than an hour since he’d made her jerk him off and yet he already craved for more of her. Tonight, he decided, he would finally have his way and after that, for both of them he was sure, there would be no way back.
Chapter Sixteen
Kristin carried Shepard’s cardboard box of personal effects through the open-plan office acutely aware that she was the center of attention. In particular, she noticed that strange young programmer, Miles Bishop, tracking her curiously. She recalled spending some time collaborating with him about ABACUS and had discovered that despite his ungainly appearance, he possessed the mind of a programming genius.
Hurrying to avoid everybody’s scrutiny, she found Shepard in his new office, sitting behind his desk. Understanding the drill by now, she placed the box in front of him and awaited instructions.
Shepard let her stand there stupidly while he unpacked his things. Apart from the desk and some filing cabinets, the office, she noted, was sparse. When he had arranged everything to his satisfaction, Shepard said to her, “You’re going to need something to sit on. Go into the office and see if you can purloin a chair.”
“Master,” Kristin ventured. “I can get the chair from my office, if you like.”
He looked at her irritably.
“No, I do not like. That chair is much too big and comfortable for a slave. Find one of those little adjustable ones on wheels. And hurry up about it.”
Kristin went back out into the main office and looked around. It didn’t take long to find an empty cubicle, and nobody objected when she wheeled the chair away, although she did attract some more inquisitive glances.
“Bring it around here next to me,” Shepard said when she returned.
He reached down and twisted the adjusting knob, lowering the seat as far as it would go.
“On you get,” he said.
Feeling absolutely ridiculous, Kristin lowered herself onto the small chair. Her head only came up to his shoulder with her breasts at desktop level.
“That’s more like it,” he smiled down at her.
He opened his laptop and went through his e-mails. Kristin realized sadly, that she should be in her office doing the same thing, but instead she was sitting uselessly beside him like a silly schoolgirl. She prayed that Brian wouldn’t come in to see how they were getting on.
But if she thought that was the worst thing that could happen she was mistaken. As he checked his messages, Shepard’s left hand crept over and landed on her exposed thigh. Kristin’s body went rigid. Slowly he began to caress her soft skin, his fingers working their way between her thighs and brushing against her lace panties. As faint as his touch was, it was the first time he had made any physical contact with her vagina and it sent a bolt of panic through her.
As Shepard progressed with his fondling, something else was beginning to dawn upon Kristin. He too, had obviously thought about the possibility of her using office time to investigate ways out of her predicament, and he clearly intended to keep her close at hand. Worse still, judging from what he’d said at their meeting, Brian would be in full approval of this. Gloomily, Kristin realized that Shepard was taking every measure to ensure that he remained the dominant - and only - factor in her life.
“This reminds me of when you first joined the company,” Shepard was saying.“Do you remember how we used to sit together in my cubicle? I really had the hots for you, did you know that? Well, of course you did. You used to play on it, like you did with every other man in the building. I’ll bet you’re regretting all that cock-teasing now.”
There was something menacing about the way he said that, and Kristin glanced up at him timidly.
“Your warm little thighs have given me a raging hard on,” he said. “You most certainly tick all the right boxes Kristin, but I can’t concentrate in this condition, so you’re going to have to relieve me.”
Oh no! Kristin thought anxiously. He wants me to masturbate him again in the office!
“Get on your hands and knees and crawl around to the front of the desk,” Shepard said.
Dumbstruck, Kristin remained planted on the low chair.
“I want you to suck me off under the desk,” he said slowly, as if talking to a young child.
“Here, Master?” Kristin said hoarsely.
“I’m waiting.”
“I can’t do that here! What if somebody comes in?”
“Oh dear,” Henry sighed. “We are forgetting ourselves, aren’t we? You’ve just earned yourself a punishment session for tonight.”
With a frenzied panic washing over her, Kristin realized he was deadly serious. Was there no end to the depravity of this man?
When Kristin still hadn’t moved, Shepard said, “If you’re thinking of welshing on our agreement, I should advise you that I have copies of all your files on this laptop. I can call the cops now if you’d prefer.”
In shock, Kristin tried to process this latest turn of events. The previous evening, after she had performed fellatio on Shepard in the shower, she had experienced a deep change inside her. He had taken something away which inherently, she knew could never be replaced. Since that appalling moment when he had emptied his seed down her throat, she had carried a dull ache around with her, knowing that whatever happened in the future, it was irreversible. She had engaged in an act of the utmost intimacy with him and that would always be the case. But even carrying all of that burden, Kristin had still clung to the perverse idea t
hat it was a one-time event, that he couldn’t possibly expect her to endure that again.
Now that hope evaporated as she eased herself off the chair and onto her hands and knees. Then, like a house pet, she crept around to the front of the desk. There was no privacy panel so Kristin saw that mercifully, Shepard had kept his penis in his pants. Still illogically hoping for a reprieve, Kristin poised herself in front of his lap.
“No hands. Use your teeth to open my zipper,” she heard Shepard tell her from over the desk.
Suppressing a shudder, Kristin braced her hands on the chair either side of his legs, bent her head forward, and located the fastener. She had to flick it up with her tongue and then, gripping it between her teeth, slid it all the way down. Her mind was a confused whirlwind as she nuzzled her face into his crotch, feeling his hardness against her chin. She was torn between revulsion at what she was being forced to do again, and terror, at the thought of somebody stumbling in on them.
After a little maneuvering, she managed to part the opening of his boxer shorts with her mouth. His erect member was still trapped inside however, and Kristin realized abhorrently that she would have to use her tongue to free it. With his long pubic hair tickling her nose, Kristin stretched out her tongue and worked it under the hot flesh of his penis. Without warning, it popped out, flicking against the tip of her nose. Kristin automatically pulled her head back and looked at his member. On both previous encounters with the vile thing, she had managed to avoid actually making eye contact. Now she saw that in its excited condition, the foreskin was pulled back and the purple glans glistened with moisture.
Trying to hold her breath, Kristin parted her lips and took it into her mouth. She leaned forward, feeling first the glans, then its corona and then the stiff shaft sliding into her. She heard a sigh coming from above her as she bobbed her head up and down, tasting his sourness. She increased her rhythm, eager to get the devastating task over with, and her jaws started to ache. She was aware that she was making little deep bestial noises in her throat and then she felt his member tightening which, from past experience she knew, meant he was about to come.
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