by Amanda Scott
Why is he doing this to me? All she could think was that she must have really triggered some deep emotional wound inside of him that caused him to be this pissed off at her.
“Do you have a hard time following rules, Ms. Ward?”
She realized that she was supposed to answer. But she couldn’t speak. Hell, she could barely breathe. Truth be told, she was usually quite good at following the rules, but she couldn’t tell him that.
He looked even angrier now that she hadn’t yet answered his simple question. He dragged his finger up her neck and slowly tilted her chin upwards.
There wasn’t a single window in this room, meaning he could do whatever he wanted to her right now and it would be her word against his.
He pulled her into him even closer, and she immediately felt his hard cock press into her crotch.
This had to be a dream. Or a nightmare. Either way, it couldn’t be real.
His eyes widened as his tongue protruded slightly out and rested beneath his upper lip. All she could do was freeze, and feel his erection press into her.
No, she thought. She couldn’t believe it, but she was wet inside her panties. Wet for a man she didn’t know and certainly didn’t trust anymore than a random prison inmate.
I never should have walked into this room, she repeated to herself.
“Let me make myself clear, Taylor,” he rasped. She didn’t have a clue what he was up to, or why he was messing with her like this, but the way he said her first name further weakened whatever resolve she had left. “Nobody breaks my rules.” He reached around her back and slid his hand up her dress, resting it on the back of her ass. “Do I make myself clear?” he asked as he squeezed her cheek in his hand.
Okay, this was clearly sexual assault. Or was it? Because nobody was forcing her to play whatever sick game he was playing right now, or follow whatever devious rules he was making her abide by.
She bit down on her lower lip, something she had never done for another man before. Two words described Taylor’s sexual experience best- boring and short-lived. And she had never, ever, messed around with a total stranger. “Yes, Mr. Marcus,” she muttered softly.
She couldn’t believe she was showing a man who was this cold, a man who clearly thought nothing more of her than an object to do what he pleased with, this much reverence. But something inside her told her to follow along, no matter what.
What’s the matter with me?
He released her hand and grabbed both sides of her ass, pulling her crotch into his hardness even more. His strong hands on her ass in this manner made her sweet spot melt in her underwear. And she suddenly found herself having the most deranged thoughts she’d ever had, like thoughts of him ripping her little blue dress off and fucking her hard and fast right here in this room.
“I don’t like that you tried to walk out like that right in the middle of my lecture,” he said. The bulge in his pants felt huge as it poked and prodded her in places that only one man before him had been. “Kids like you are used to having everything handed to them. Just say the word and Mommy and Daddy will take care of it. Isn’t that right?”
No, not even close, she thought. Her mother and father split up when she was four, and it had been a living hell ever since, until she got old enough to get out on her own, not that that’s been all that much better.
But she didn’t want him to know she wasn’t a student at Baldpate, then he’d really be mad.
“I’m sorry, Colton, I didn’t mean to offend you like that. I just…”
His eyes narrowed even more. “Don’t ever call me by my first name without my permission,” he said, his voice even less patient than it had just been. He shook his head and flashed an evil grin as he looked away from her, as if he just couldn’t believe who and what he was dealing with right now.
She slouched over and peered down at his shiny black dress shoes as she said, “I’m sorry, Mr. Marcus.”
“We’ll see about that.” And then he began to slide the top of her dress down and over her breasts.
Her eyes grew wide as his fingers skillfully unhooked her silver bra from behind, forcing her tits to come popping out at him.
She was furious.
But she didn’t want him to stop doing whatever it was he was doing to her.
And from what she could tell, he showed no signs of stopping anything.
He squeezed her breast, forcing her stiff nipple to point directly towards him. Then Marcus began to trace her bare nipple with his tongue. She bit down on her lower lip and moaned. The billionaire pinched her other nipple with his fingers, forcing her to swing her head back as she winced from just the right amount of pain.
No man had taken over her body like this before, in part because she had never let it happen. But Colton Marcus wasn’t the type of man to ask for permission from someone like Taylor Ward.
This can’t be happening. She looked around the conference room, the fucking conference room for damn sake! Here she was, having her breasts sucked and pinched by Colton Marcus, a man she had no business whatsoever being with at all.
She reached for his chest, her fingers seemingly having a mind of their own. She grabbed onto his mountainous chest muscles and began to slide her hands down his side.
“No!” Marcus ordered. “Keep your hands to yourself, Ms. Ward.”
She startled, then immediately complied as she brought her hands back down to her side. By now her pussy was dripping wet beneath her dress. It nearly killed her not to touch him; not to be able to explore his body further like he was exploring hers.
So unfair, she thought. Not that she wasn’t partly relieved that she had to keep her hands to herself, at least that way she wouldn’t feel guilty about going after a random man’s body anymore.
He was a total stranger, and she had never done anything like this with a total stranger before.
She knew she had to put a stop to this whole thing as soon as possible, but his tongue continued to toy with her hardened nipples, this time switching back and forth between each breast.
“I want to feel your wet pussy,” he whispered in her ear.
“No,” she whispered back as she exhaled.
“I didn’t ask you a question, Ms. Ward, so I don’t need an answer,” he said as he reached around and pulled her hips into his fully-erect cock.
She just knew he was well endowed. A man like Colton Marcus had to be big down below. She couldn’t help but wonder whether or not he’d make her scream if he fucked her like she had imagined he would.
She tried to reassure herself. That’s never going to happen. For one thing, she wouldn’t let him. For another thing, a man like this could have any woman he wants. The idea of him having full-blown sex with her made the least sense possible.
“Let me try this another way,” he said as he began to slide her panties down her soft, hardly-been-touched thighs. She was speechless as she looked down at her lace panties as they rested along her blue high heels.
Seriously, do something Taylor. Anything. She tried to do the logical thing, which was removing herself from this situation immediately, but her body seemed to have a plan of its own by now.
There she stood in her mini dress - no longer wearing panties - as the billionaire began to pull his red pocket square out of his blazer.
His eyes blazed over as he stretched the red cloth from end to end, as if he was about to tie her up and leave her for dead.
Or worse, fuck her body senseless, and then leave her for dead.
“Turn around, Taylor.”
At first she didn’t respond. She just watched as he toyed with the red hanky; she was part curious, and part stunned as if she was a wild animal about to be eaten by something much, much bigger than itself.
“I… I…” she bumbled, but she couldn’t seem to make up her mind.
He pressed his lips together, clearly frustrated with her trepidation. “You need to make a decision, nobody’s forcing y
ou to do any of this. But when I first laid my eyes on you, I knew what you really wanted from me, even more than some fellowship.”
Shit. She had forgotten that he thought, and why wouldn’t he, that she was a student at Baldpate. She loved to write, that much was true. And she still dreamed of someday becoming a published author. But an actual student here at Baldpate University? Not even close.
He shook his head and narrowed those beautiful, dark eyes of his as he tightened the hanky even more. This man had about as much patience at Genghis Khan. “Make up your mind, Taylor Ward.”
“Why are you doing this to me?” she asked.
He smirked and said, “No, no honey. We’re doing this to each other.” Then he took the red hanky and began to wrap the cloth around her eyes. She didn’t say a word, move a muscle, or even take a breath.
“Now…” he said, pausing. Taylor was quite sure he was simply admiring his work thus far as she stood before him, panties at her ankles, with a red blindfold wrapped around her blue eyes and tied tightly across the back of her curly blonde hair. “I'm going to say this one last time. The choice will be up to you. Turn Around.”
She knew exactly what she needed to do - the right thing. But instead, she found herself slowly, highly cautiously, turning around. She saw nothing but darkness behind the blindfold as she reached in front of her, eventually finding a wall to press her hands up against for support. It was the craziest thing she’d ever experienced in her entire life. Here she was, turning around for some man who couldn’t possibly care less about her.
It was so ridiculously out of character for Taylor, and yet even though every possible thing about this was so horrifyingly wrong, she found herself wanting one thing and one thing only right now…
To please him.
First he pressed up against her ass from behind, his erection pressing into her through her dress. He grabbed both of her bare breasts and squeezed them firmly, causing her to moan just a bit too loud. “Shhh,” he warned her, whispering into her ear. “You don’t want to get yourself into any trouble, do you?”
Her muscles tightened inside of her panties; she could feel herself beginning to lose control in a way that was completely foreign to her. But then again, she had never met a man like Colton Marcus before; he was the epitome of foreign compared to what she was used to as far as men went.
“No, I…” she tried to say, but couldn’t finish her sentence as his warm lips pressed into the soft skin on the side of her neck. Her entire body quivered as he slowly kissed her, making her feel like no man had ever made her feel before.
“Good girl.”
She fought hard to reclaim her inner strength. How dare he talk to me like that, like I’m some sort of child and he’s so far above me?
But her body was losing the battle against this man as was evident through her disheveled panties at her ankles and her wet space down below.
Then she heard the sound of his pants coming undone, first his zipper, then his belt.
“What are you…” she tried to say, but his hand softly covered her lips.
“Shhh…” he repeated.
She should have bit into his fingers, but instead she reached out her tongue just slightly, just enough to have herself a small taste of his flesh. His salty skin drove her insides even more wild, and she suddenly found herself wanting his fingers in her mouth.
What the hell has gotten into me? She could easily, technically speaking, remove herself from this situation right now.
But she didn’t seem to have the strength, for whatever reason.
“I’m going to fuck you now,” he said. “I know you want to be fucked, isn’t that right, Taylor?”
She clenched down on her teeth. She wanted to scream NO! But her body wouldn’t let her, it was aching so damn badly, dripping wet, and needing him to release her from this prison of desire that she felt for him.
“Yes,” she rasped.
“What was that?” he asked, lifting up the back of her blue dress. She could feel his hard cock rub against her backside. “I need to you to tell me what you want.”
She clung to the wall in front of her, her legs spread wide. “You.”
“What about me?”
Why is he doing this to me right now?
“You. I want you to fuck me, Mr. Marcus.”
She swore she could sense his smile span the width of his face as he spoke, “Please, call me Colton.”
She gasped hard as he entered her completely. Then she moaned, quietly, as he started to fuck her against the wall.
This can’t possibly be happening, she thought to herself as she clung to the wall for dear life. How could it be? One minute she was thinking it made sense to slip into the conference room to hear a legend speak, the next minute that same legend was inside of her.
He pushed his cock into her deeper, as far as her body would allow. He was big down there, much bigger than her creepy high school boyfriend, Chad, who happened to be the only other man who she had let inside of her like this. She made Chad wait eleven months to sleep with her; she made Colton Marcus wait eleven minutes.
“You feel so tight, Taylor,” he rasped. “So fucking tight.”
The way he talked to her was wrong, and she knew better than to tolerate it. But there wasn’t a chance in hell she would be able to make him stop now.
He tugged at the back of her blindfold, using it was a makeshift handle while he cupped her bare breast with his other free hand.
His hips moved faster, thrusting himself into her opening with more and more speed as he had his way with her body from behind. His hands were so strong, he could toss her to the side like a ragdoll if he so pleased.
She began to whimper, knowing full well a total stranger was about to make her cum. Why? Taylor always held onto the belief that only true love could bring her to orgasm. Always, until now.
Get a grip, Taylor. You swore you would never let a man objectify you in this way, in the way Colton Marcus objectified every character in his stories.
But it was too late.
Her body began to shake and her eyes fluttered behind the tightly wrapped hanky as she started to climax. She let out the softest moans imaginable, although she felt like screaming at the top of her lungs, as wave upon wave of unimaginable pleasure rippled through her whole body.
The billionaire himself groaned. There was no doubt that she felt proud to see a man this powerful, a man who could have any woman in the world begging for him, so turned on by such a simple girl like herself. And then he started to cum, shooting rope upon rope of the warm semen into her body as he cradled her from behind.
You’re just another one of his characters, a voice inside her head warned her.
She had a way of making good things feel bad, and bad things feel good. So much so that she no longer knew the difference between good and bad. Blame it on the scars. Because before the worst day of her life ever took place, the day she turned seventeen, she had always known the difference.
A lot changed on that day.
The billionaire pulled his penis out of her body. She felt a pain that ran so deep, and it wasn’t physical, as he released himself from her wet folds. She suddenly felt so empty, so dark and hollow inside.
Her mind started to go ballistic, which was her usual way of coping with any level of suffering. Did he put some sort of spell over her? Was he actually capable of doing something like that? Was Colton Marcus evil? Am I evil for letting him do what he just did?
She didn’t dare take off her blindfold. She remained stiff, her sweaty palms still pressed up against the conference room wall like a very good girl.
Then she heard the sounds of his zipper and buckle, and she knew it was over.
His warm, minty breath came from behind as he uttered his final words to her, “I look forward to reviewing your fellowship application, Ms. Ward.”
And then he was gone, leaving her there all alone, blindfolded and all.<
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She didn’t know where to begin as she stood paralyzed, the door behind her opening and closing in one swift motion. She had no idea what had just transpired, she only knew she would never see Colton Marcus again. After all, there was no fellowship application.
Shit, my boss, she thought. She reached down quickly and pulled up her underwear. She still dripped down there, and her panties that stuck to her sweet spot served as an instant reminder of what he had done to her.
Then she ripped off his blindfold.
His pocket square. She had his shiny red hanky.
The fluorescent lights felt like a thousand blowtorches as her eyes tried to make the adjustment away from the pure darkness that he created for her.
She sighed deeply, then grabbed her stack of photocopies. The hanky. What would she do with his hanky? She looked around and saw a small wastebasket; she could bury the hanky beneath the rubble.
No. Way. She wasn’t about to give that thing up. She was sure it would serve as the only possible evidence that whatever just happened actually happened.
Then Taylor reached up her dress and stuffed his red pocket square into her underwear, skillfully tucking it between her thighs.
It’s official, Taylor. You’ve lost your fucking mind.
She collected herself as best as she possibly could given everything that had just happened to her. Taylor left the conference room, almost running right into her boss. No surprise there.
Rebecca Stein quickly scanned Taylor’s dress, making Taylor herself feel borderline nauseous. Then the department head shook her head in disgust. “Well?” Stein asked her office assistant.
Taylor cleared her throat and adjusted her posture. Then she looked down at the unfinished stack of papers she was holding. “Oh, of course, I’ll get right to it, Ms. Stein.”
Ms. Stein. She hated Ms. Stein. Okay, hate was a strong word, but still. Her boss represented yet another person in her life who treated her like garbage, like she was less than everyone else.
Her boss reached for a pack of cigarettes out of her own back pocket. Time for yet another smoke break, one of dozens per day for the middle-aged department head. She placed the butt in between her lips, and slurred as she talked down to Taylor, “Fuck the paper, Ward. Did you fix everything? We need Colton Marcus’ support if we’re going to continue to be the best writing department in the country.”
