by Angela Blake
I opened the door and walked in, carrying the documents with both hands. Michael was behind his desk, working on something on his computer. Behind him was the most beautiful sight in the entire building: he had large ceiling-to-floor glass windows so he had a gorgeous view of the city right behind his desk.
He, on the other hand, looked as smug as ever. I tried to ignore the creepy way he looked at me and just dropped the stack of papers on his desk.
“Got these done,” I told him. “Is there anything else I can help you with sir or may I go? I still have a few bits of work to do back in my department and I’d like to get them done before the day is over.”
Michael shook a finger, “Actually, little whore, I want you here.”
I took a step back, “Sir?”
“Don’t you ‘sir’ me,” he kept on going as he stood up. “I call the shots here, lady, and you’re going to do exactly as I say. You got off easy last time, I let you leave my house without having to fuck a few more times or clean or cook. Not this time. This time, you’re going to service me damn well.”
Hell no.
“Sir Michael, I’m fucking leaving,” I told him straight to his face. I was done with this shit. He can’t treat me like this, even if he was the boss.
“You walk out those doors I guarantee you’ll lose your job.”
Okay, that’s a genuine threat. I didn’t give a damn though. I ignored him and started to make my way back to the door. I was going to leave. If that meant quitting my job and having to work elsewhere, without Ysa by my side, then so be it.
“Bitch, listen to me when I’m talking to you!” Michael screamed at me.
Making my way out the door was the only thing in my mind. I had to leave before he could --
“Oomph!” I groaned when he suddenly grabbed me from behind and tossed me to the floor. I knocked my head against his desk and for a fleeting moment it blurred my vision. As I slowly recovered and looked up I saw him locking the office door.
Michael began undoing his belt. When he had it off he rolled it a bit and kept it in his hand as he approached me. “Slut, you will do exactly as I say. From now on, I’m your daddy!”
Smack!
“Aah! F-fuck!” I screamed when he used his belt to whip me, slapping the leather against my breasts.
In pain and in shock I could not fight back as he got on top of me, straddling my legs with his own. Michael’s strength and weight greatly overpowered me and he was able to keep me pinned as he ripped through my blouse. Michael tore through and tossed my blouse and bra to the side.
“Fuck you! Get the fuck off me!” I screamed and squirmed, trying to fight and get him off.
Smack!
Michael whipped me again, this time against my exposed tits. The sting hurt the most around my belly and my nipples. I wanted to fucking scream but all I could muster were tears. I began to cry and all my strength drained out of me.
“I am going to fuck you,” he told me, his eyes bloodshot with lust and anger. “I am going to shove my cock so deep in you you’ll find it hard to walk for a week. I’m going to drill in your ass and drown you in my cum. By the time I’m done with you, you won’t even remember your goddamn name.”
He quickly began removing my skirt and as soon as I was completely naked and exposed he pulled out his cock.
Okay, I did admit I want it rough. I did admit I want to be kidnapped and fucked like a little fuck slave… but I didn’t want this. At that point I finally understood the main difference between Michael and Dylan. The latter had respect even when torturing me and punishing me and he had the main goal of pleasing us both. Michael just wanted to humiliate me and rape me, with absolutely no regards to my health, my mind or how he handled my body.
Giving up, I simply closed my eyes and waited for him to thrust his cock into me.
“Open your mouth, bitch!”
I opened my mouth and Michael shoved his cock into it. For the first time since my last night with Dylan a cock went so deep into my throat I thought I was going to choke. Tears welled in my eyes I began to cry, completely messing my mascara, as he pounded his cock in and out of me.
To take complete control and dominion over me, he began sliding his middle and index finger into my pussy. He didn’t wait until I was ready. He didn’t care if i wasn’t wet enough. All he cared about was shoving his digits in and parting my walls.
With his cock thrusting in my throat I was beginning to weaken even further. I lost all strength to struggle and finally I just spread my legs, allowing him to finger me viciously.
Please don’t get wet! I tried to prevent my body from getting aroused but there was no helping it. The rougher he was the more my body got turned on, even if my mind and heart was completely against what was happening to me right now.
“See, you can’t deny it,” he said as he noticed I was beginning to get wet. “Your pussy needs it. You crave to get raped like a little fucking slut. I’m your daddy now, bitch.”
Pop! He took his cock out of my mouth and I began to sob and cry. He didn’t care. He just turned me over and decided it was time to fuck me in his favorite doggystyle position. This time however he was much rougher. As he penetrated his cock into my pussy he took the opportunity to grab my hair, yank it so my mouth would gape open, and he took his one free hand to choke my neck. I was completely at his mercy.
“Tell me you like it,” he commanded me. “Say you want to get fucked like this.”
“I-I want to get f-fucked like this,” I said between my sobs. “I like it. I love it, d-daddy.”
“I am going to cum in you and break your mind until you become nothing more than a fuck hole. When I’m tired of you I can let my friends use you. I don’t care. You’re just a meatbag.”
Boom!
The door suddenly swung wide open. I opened my eyes and looked.
“Dylan!” I exclaimed in joy as I saw him rushing in to help. He slammed a foot on Michael’s face and then grabbed Michael by the hair. Dylan yanked the asshole across the office and then smashed his head repeatedly against a small coffee table.
“W-wait,” I called out. “D-Dylan stop! You’ll kill him!”
Fortunately, he did stop and dropped Michael on the floor. Michael was in a pool of his own blood and one of his eyes were shut. Blood was spilling out from a concussion on his head. Despite the injuries, he was still slightly conscious.
Dylan pointed a finger at the enemy and then at a pin he had on his breast pocket, “See this thing here? It’s got a camera and I’ve got everything recorded. You better shut the fuck up about this incident. Nothing happened. You don’t get to fire her or else I release the footage and completely fuck you up. You’ll be tried for rape and the press will be all over it. You understand?”
Michael could only nod.
“Good,” Dylan stated. “Now stay down. You’re going to sign those documents she finished, seal the deal between my company and yours, and then you’re going to stop bugging Olivia forever.”
Dylan then turned to me, “Let him stay there for a while. He isn’t hurt too bad, despite how he looks. Here, put this on.” He took off his jacket and wrapped it around me. For the first time since we met, Dylan actually wanted me to put some clothes on instead of taking them off. It was a sweet gesture amplified by the fact that he just saved me from the asshole on the floor.
“Thank you, daddy,” I told Dylan. He immediately looked at me and smiled at the mere mention of the word ‘daddy.’
“Come on,” he then grabbed my hand. “Let’s get out of here. You’re done for the day. Let’s get you some clothes and some space to relax before anybody else figures out what happened here.”
Dylan then faced Michael one more time, “I’m warning you.”
Michael sobbed and nodded. He was already wiping his wounds with the sleeves of his shirt and was probably just trying to put himself back together. He just got beat by an older man, after all. That must have hurt Michael’s pride.
He
had it coming.
I took one last look at Michael, imprinting the image of his bloody mess into my mind, and then turned around to follow Dylan.
***
Dylan drove me back home, quickly and without any stops. He was quiet along the way but I could see he was just giving me space to think and calm down.
During the ride home my mind raced to the night Dylan kidnapped me and then introduced me to his BDSM ways. Bondage, slave, master and domination were all things I had only seen briefly in porn and I didn’t really understand it all. Now that Michael tried to rape me I finally saw the big difference between consensual submission and rape.
With Dylan, I was willingly giving up my freedom but at the same time I was being pleasured, teased and the effects were psychological as much as they were emotional and physical. After time I felt a sense of pride to serve him, to submit to him. With Michael I got no sense of satisfaction. I felt no pride whenever he’d try to use me and I definitely felt no lust for him. There was no respect.
“Uhm, daddy,” I started to say as we drove up to my place. “Would you please come inside?”
For a moment he remained in silence, perhaps deep in thought or maybe he was just trying to keep his cool considering what we just went through. After about a minute or two he then turned to me and said, “Sure. Got some coffee? I’d love a hot cup of coffee.”
Coffee?
Then it hit me. There was a game a few years back that had sexual content. That portion of the video game had to be blocked but hackers managed to gain access and they called their little mod, which put the sex back in the game, as “Hot Coffee.” Dylan seemed to hint he wanted to have sex.
Or he could just be asking for coffee. Shut up, you’re thinking way too deeply on this shit. I took in a deep breath and told him “Yeah, I’ll fix up a cup for you. It’s the least I can do.”
We both hurried inside, given I only had his big jacket on to cover me, and he dived inside to rest on the couch as I ran upstairs and got dressed. I didn’t want to waste time so I threw on the first nightgown I could find. It was so skimpy my panties were visible with even the slightest movement and it had a low back and front. I might as well just expose my tits.
It was a little too revealing but I didn’t care. Dylan had seen everything at this point. I just needed something on in case Ysabel or Matt came home early.
Before heading back to Dylan in the living room I went into the kitchen, fixed up two cups of coffee, and waited for the drinks to brew. As soon as they were ready I took both cups in hand and headed to the living room.
“Here,” I said as I handed him his cup. I then took a seat opposite him. I was not going to risk getting horny by sitting beside him.
“Thank you,” he said as he grabbed the cup and took a sip. “I didn’t know he’d been pestering you like this for so long.”
I nodded, drank, then explained. “Remember when I said one of my bosses flirted with me and I slept with him? Michael was that boss. He’s a fucking airhead, a jerk and an asshole.”
“That must have been terrifying,” he said calmly. “I’m sorry.”
This is not the same Dylan I spent so much time with. He’s being so… civil, so polite. Was this really how he was when he wasn’t in his bondage quarters? It was refreshing to actually get to talk to him.
“You’re so sweet,” I told him. “How come you were never this sincere and sweet with me before?”
Dylan grinned, “Because you didn’t give it a chance. I needed to break you before anything else. I wanted to take everything from you bit by bit so we could rebuild together. Look at you now: you’re no longer a virgin, you know how to take control, you can differentiate proper bondage from getting raped and you seem to have a better understanding of who you are and what turns you on.”
That was true. After that incident with Michael and then with Nick I knew what I wanted.
“I want to be with you,” I told Dylan, my eyes fixed on his. I gave him the most sincere look I could muster and I did try to look seductive as well, leaning back on the couch so he could glimpse at my exposed tits and my legs. “I want to be yours again, daddy.”
Dylan looked me over. I saw his eyes roam as he studied me. He put his cup of coffee down on the table between us and he leaned back as well. Before I could figure out what he had in mind he zipped down and grabbed a hold of his cock.
God, this is making me drool.
“Only if you answer this correctly,” he said. His words slightly faded as my attention was on his manhood. I watched as he squeezed and stroked it. “Why are you not offended with me grabbing my cock and planning to fuck you when you were so repulsed by Michael doing the exact same thing?”
The answer to that was easy as pie.
“Because I love you,” I told him. “Daddy, I love you so much. For you, I’d do anything. I’d try anything. I’d serve you, fuck you, enslave myself to you and more. If you asked me to strip and let you fuck me right here, right now, I’d agree. Pleasing you is my pleasure. It turns me on. It makes me feel alive. With Michael - or any other guy for that matter - I don’t feel a damn thing. No excitement, no thrill, no respect… and definitely no love.”
Dylan smiled and clapped his hands. I think I just did him really proud there.
“I love you too,” he declared. “I’ve always loved you. It’s because I love you that I was able to smack you and whip you and fuck you the way I did. If I didn’t love you I never would have felt any desire to own you, break you and mold you.”
Damn it, I love this man. He just knew the exact right words to say. He knew how to be kinky, how to be naughty, how to be sweet and how to be romantic all at once. If it was any other man it would have sounded perverted or insane. With Dylan, however, it just sounded perfect.
“I love you, daddy,” I declared again. I then pulled out a little surprise from underneath the pillow. It was the choker he gave me. Quickly I put it on.
“Good girl,” he praised. “Don’t worry, baby, daddy’s not going to use you tonight. You need to rest after what happened there with Michael. Don’t worry about work, I’ll get it settled so you can go in tomorrow as if nothing even happened.”
“Thank you daddy. When are we going to resume our sessions?”
Dylan laughed and caressed my face lovingly, “Soon. I’ll let you know. For now, just rest. How ‘bout we go on a regular date for once. Want to watch a movie tomorrow?”
“Can we invite Matt and Ysa?”
“Sure,” he answered. “That’s actually a good idea.”
It was a date then. I was proud of what I accomplished. Dylan didn’t even stay long after that. He just settled with finishing his coffee, making sure I was okay, and then in about fifteen minutes he left and went home.
Ysa didn’t get home until past five and Matt didn’t get home until another hour after that. Both were already aware of what happened. Apparently Dylan took the liberty to at least tell Ysa. She got home so quickly and fixed me some food. It reminded me why I love that girl and why she’s been my best friend since we were kids.
“You sure you’re okay?” Ysa finally asked when she, Matt and I were in the living room having hotdog sandwiches and watching an old movie.
Matt tore his attention away from the TV and faced me as he asked, “Yeah, how are you holding up?”
“I’m doing good,” I told them both, reassuring that I wasn’t going to a mental hospital or something like that for what happened. “Trust me. I can’t even really call it rape. I mean, deep inside I did like it. I love rough sex.”
Matt whistled. Ysa punched him in the gut. We all laughed.
“Well, even if your body liked it, Michael is an asshole,” Ysa stated. “Just let Dylan’s threat keep Michael away and we’ll all be happy.”
We could all agree to that. I bid them both goodnight and decided it was time to just be a bum and go to bed.
Chapter Nine
“So, you’re back with Dylan?” Ysa asked. We wer
e in her room, getting ready for the movies. There was a new horror movie premiering tonight and we all wanted to get there early. Turns out even Dylan was into horror flicks, to all of our delight.
“Yup,” I answered as I applied my mascara.
Ysa shrugged and began to put on some lipstick. “I think it’s really good. He was the right guy for you.”
I had to laugh a bit and ask, “What about that guy I told you about, the one I met in the bar? Nick.”
Ysa scoffed at the mere mention of Nick. “He was a one-night stand. That’s it. Don’t ever try to make it more than that.”
“I’ve never had a one-night stand before.”
She looked over at me, “Hey, Michael counted as a one-night stand, technically. Remember, you slept with him because you couldn’t handle waiting a few more days for Dylan to pick you up and pound his --”
“Shut up,” I interrupted and laughed. “Okay, I get it, damn it.”
Ysa laughed and she pointed a finger at me, “You’ve come a long way. All our lives you’ve been this really hot chick that everyone wanted but never got. Now you’re in charge of everything, girl.”
“Thanks,” I meant it too. “I only got this far because of you.”
“Hey, if you’re saying I turned you into a sex maniac,” she started and then realized that yeah, she was the one that introduced Dylan to me. “Well, yeah, I did, didn’t I?”
“Yup,” was all I could say with a smug look on my face.
The door suddenly rattled with a knock.
“Open,” Ysa and I both answered.
Matt opened the door and peered inside, “Hey, Dylan’s on the way. You two ready yet?”
“Almost, babe,” Ysa told her husband. “Just hold up a bit. We just got to do one more touch up and put on our shoes and we’ll be ready.”
Matt nodded, “Okay. Well, I’ll get the car started babe. Hey, Liv, you’re riding in Dylan’s car, right? Right. See you two downstairs then.”
He then sauntered back downstairs. We listened to him sipping from a can of beer and his heavy footsteps on the wooden stairs. We both laughed at how old and how fat he could seem sometimes. Maybe that was a little cruel but to be honest Matt - and Dylan too - were much older than us and for that matter they did show their age from time to time.
