by Kat Catesby
The sight before me is so fucking hot.
So hot that arousal begins to pool deep in my core and slick wetness seeps out of me and soaks my panties. If I were still the confident girl who liked life on the kinky edge, I’d go and join them – I’m self-assured enough with my looks and body that I wouldn’t be kicked out of bed – were it not for the fact that the sex god is my boss and that I’ve just noticed that the beautiful girl with the erotic voice moaning my boss’s name, is bound to the bed.
Wrists and ankles.
Splayed out for his and her pleasure.
And I try to fight a mini freak out and swallow the bile down to keep it in my stomach and not flying out of my mouth.
She’s at the mercy of Asher’s massive cock and she loves every second of it but all I can see is the horrific memory playing before my eyes. The memory of being completely bound while David beats me around the head with a wooden paddle until he knocks me unconscious.
Bruised.
Bleeding.
Helpless.
I turn to make myself scarce while the couple finishes their business but bump into the door frame, hitting my head. I curse instinctively at the sharp pain but stumble forward – my goal to reach the front door – despite the shriek from the woman and Asher’s distinctive “Oh fuck” growl.
And not an I’m-coming ‘Oh fuck’, a shit-I’ve-been-caught-fucking-by-the-new-girl ‘Oh fuck’.
The sound of them fumbling to dress and make themselves presentable fades into the background as I make it to and through the front door and out into the fresh air, which does little to clear the fuzz from where I hit my head.
It seriously fucking hurts.
Chapter Two
Asher
“Oh Fuck”.
That doesn’t even cover it. Carly didn’t come, neither did I and nor will we but never mind. My main priority right this second is the startled new administrator who just saw me fucking like an animal.
Great first impression dick head. Just what the poor girl needs to see from her boss.
Yeah, she’s early but I should’ve considered that possibility before I tied Carly to the guest bed we use when we have an itch that needs scratching.
“We could finish, Asher, I’m so close,” groans Carly.
As true as that is, I can see the splodge of blood on the door frame.
Katie Morgan hit her head hard.
“Get dressed sugar. I’m gonna need you to get an ice pack and Jack.”
“Why? What happened?” But I’m already out the door doing up my fly and pulling my t-shirt over my head as I go.
I find Katie sitting on the front stoop with her head in her hands, her small form hunched over.
“Katie?” She flies to her feet to face me, looking mighty unsteady.
“I’m so sorry, Mr. Scott, I didn’t mean to walk in on you and your girlfriend, the door was open and I was trying to find you. But you’ll understand why I don’t shake your hand at the moment,” she babbles, her eyes unfocused.
I take a step towards her, violating her personal space but I can see what’s going to happen; blood is dripping slowly down her face, past her dilated eyes. She sways on her feet but manages to flinch away from my hands.
“You smell,” her voice is a little slurred and she wrinkles her cute little nose in disgust. She’s not wrong, I do smell. I went to town on Carly’s pussy and now I smell of sex and cunt. I find the smell pretty arousing but as Katie wasn’t the lady I made the erotic scent with, I can see why she’s grossed out.
But I can also see her eyes rolling into the back of her head and her pocket rocket body beginning to slump; if I don’t grab her with my sex covered hands then she’ll fall and hit her head some more. So, I lunge forward and wrap my arms around her petite, curvy frame, scooping her up as she drifts unconscious.
As I carry her inside Carly meets me with the ice pack and follows us to another guest bedroom on the ground floor.
“Well that was dramatic,” she says dryly as I lay Katie down on the bed, her wavy blond hair flowing around her shoulders. Carly has thought ahead and brought the small medical kit I keep in the kitchen with her, so I wipe and clean the small wound before placing the ice pack on her forehead above her right eye.
“Did you call Jack?”
“Yeah, should be here in a few minutes. Just a bump though, right? You really think she needs Jack?”
“Most people only faint for a few moments. She’s still out; I’m worried she has a concussion.” I really was. I could see her breathing deeply and evenly but she wasn’t waking up.
“She hit her own head hard enough to concuss herself?” Carly snorts incredulously. She’s not a mean girl but I imagine she’s pissed we were disturbed before she climaxed.
I can’t help the pang of guilt I feel towards both the women in this room. Poor Katie is having a shitty first day and would have the headache to prove it and Carly is most likely frustrated at my lack of interest in finishing the job, which is probably insulting her ego.
Carly is lovely and should be treated better than that and then I feel guilty all over again as I should never have allowed our arrangement, as casual as it is, to flourish. I’m her boss and it can only end one way…badly.
Carly likes it hot and hard, rough and kinky – my kind of kinky. There isn’t an abundance of women who like it that way; more than you think but still not enough for me to turn down a fumble with Carly when she propositions me. But as her boss, I shouldn’t be thinking about her with my dick but apparently, I’m weak-willed when all my blood rushes south to my pants, leaving my brain starved and out of the decision-making process.
It gets worse; I think Carly is starting to develop deeper feelings for me so I’m really going to have to put the brakes on. I don’t want to hurt her. She’s a sweet girl and a hard worker and I would hate to think of her feeling hurt and awkward and deciding to quit because of my non-existent self-control.
Just then Jack walks into the house and calls out. I shout our location to him and seconds later he rounds the door into the bedroom and begins to assess Katie’s condition.
I turn to face Carly. “Thank you but I think its best you head on back to work now. The new girl doesn’t need an audience when she wakes up”. Hurt flashes briefly in her eyes but she does as she’s told with no argument.
Yeah. I’m going to need to have that awkward conversation with her sooner rather than later.
“What happened?” Jack, the ranch doctor asks.
“She hit her head on the door frame,” Jack quirks an eyebrow at me in an are-you-serious manner.
“Guessin’ she got quite the fright to hit herself that hard; you and Carly at it again?”
My eyes visibly bulge. I had no idea that Carly and I casually fucking was public knowledge.
Shit.
“Dunno what you’re talkin’ about,” I lie and it doesn’t sound convincing, even to me.
“Don’t panic. No one else knows. But I’m not some dumb shit you can lie to Ash, so don’t try.”
Jack and I have known each other a long time and it makes me feel like a grade-A shit that I just tried to be dishonest with him.
“Okay,” I sigh, “Carly and I occasionally hook up but it’s nothin’ serious. Sometimes it gets a little…interesting, and that’s what Katie walked in on.”
“Take it she’s the new administrator – providing she doesn’t turn tail and quit on your horny ass.” He smirks.
“That would be her and I sincerely hope I haven’t scared her away. What’s the damage?”
“There doesn’t look to be a concussion but I’m a little concerned that she’s not woken up yet. Her vitals are fine but if she doesn’t come around soon, she’s gonna need a hospital.”
“Fuck! Give me a couple of minutes to shower and then I’ll be ready to drive her if that’s what she needs.” He nods as I bolt out the room and head to my master suite upstairs…the room I don’t bring women home to. It’s my personal
sanctuary and I don’t want it being sullied by some one-night stand who can’t take the hint in the morning. That’s why I basically have a sex bedroom downstairs.
I take the quickest shower known to man, change my clothes and am racing back downstairs within five minutes. When I look at Katie’s peaceful, pretty face, I notice her eyelids begin to flutter.
“Looks like she’s gonna wake up,” Jack confirms. All I can do is nod in anticipation and hold my breath, wondering what kind of shit storm I’ve just made for myself.
Slowly, she opens her eyes, those striking baby blues looking right at me as they focus.
“Hey there, my name is Jack. I’m the Doc here at Diamond Peak. You hit your head pretty hard, can you tell me your name?”
Katie reluctantly drags her impenetrable gaze from me to Jack, rolls her eyes and somewhat dryly replies, “I know who I am. My name is Katie Morgan. I’m the new administrator. That is if I still have a job?” She looks quite unsure of herself as she asks that.
“Why would you not still have the job?” I ask, equally confused as to why she would think that.
“Wasn’t exactly a great first impression I made – dramatic sure, impressive? No. Please pass my apologies to your girlfriend for interrupting you both.”
“Carly isn’t my girlfriend,” not sure why that’s the first thing I need to assure her of. “I didn’t exactly give you the best first impression of myself either. Of course, you still have a job here with us. I’m just sorry that you hurt yourself on my account. How are you feelin’?”
“Like I have a headache.”
“I bet,” injects Jack. “I’m still a little concerned about the length of time it took you to come around though. I was sayin’ to Asher earlier that I couldn’t see a concussion but that doesn’t account for how long you were out cold for.”
Katie looks incredibly uncomfortable and starts twisting her fingers subconsciously. After drawing a deep breath, she answers.
“I have a pre-existing head injury that makes me prone to passing out for longer.”
I can’t help but feel she chose her words very carefully and selectively and deliberately left a huge part of the story out.
“What happened?” Jack plows on oblivious.
“It’s in my medical records if you should, for some reason, need to get hold of them but outside of that, I don’t want to talk about it.” And just like that, she shuts the conversation down.
“Well the way I see it, you’ve got two choices; you can tell me what happened to your head so that I can figure out if I need to be concerned about this new injury or you can keep your secrets and we’ll have to take you to the hospital for further tests to make sure there’s nothin’ serious going on. You’re choice. What’ll it be?”
I like Jack’s reasoning…
Katie clearly doesn’t.
She looks torn – although I’m pretty sure her eyes bugged out of her head more at the thought of going to the hospital – and more than a little frightened. She tries to hide it well and most people probably wouldn’t notice, but I’m quite skilled at reading people. Whatever happened to Katie’s head previously is a painful story…in more ways than one.
Katie takes a deep, calming breath and I prepare myself for either a story that I probably don’t want to hear or a long drive to the ER.
“My ex hit me across the head with a paddle. And I don’t mean the rowboat variety.”
Holy shit. I have a sick feeling in my gut that I know where this is going. “You mean the BDSM kind?” Why else would she have panicked enough to knock herself out in her rush to escape the sight of me dominating Carly?
Katie continues, her voice small but firm. “Yes. He had my wrists and ankles bound and when I saw that he was going to gag me I safe worded; I’ve always hated the feeling of being gagged. As he moved closer, I kept repeating my safe word but he kept ignoring me and put the ball gag in my mouth all the same. And as punishment for trying to stop his pleasure, he started hitting me with the paddle, deranged arousal lighting his eyes. It started on my torso and even though he cracked a rib or two it wasn’t satisfying enough. So, he moved to my head. I passed out on the seventh blow. I’m not sure if he carried on hitting me or if he moved straight on to fucking me at that point but fuck my unconscious, un-consenting body he did. I sure wasn’t aroused and judging from the pain I felt when I woke up, he didn’t lube up before entering. The pain down below was almost as bad as the pain in my head.”
I feel the tension in my fists; my skin stretched tight and white across my knuckles. How could her own boyfriend rape and beat her? I don’t understand rape full stop but looking down at the sweet, petite blond with her big innocent eyes I really don’t get how any man could stomach treating her that way. The strangest urge to protect her and exact revenge on her behalf grips me. It makes my chest feel hollow and my throat thickens; I can’t speak at that moment so I just listen grimly to her story – her eyes glazed and focused on some point in the distance.
“When I came around, he was in the shower and I was untied. I crawled to the second bathroom with my cell phone, locked the door and dialed 911. The operator stayed on the line with me while she dispatched the cops and an ambulance. When they arrived, David told them there was no one in the apartment but him. The operator was communicating with the cops and told them it was bullshit and that I could hear them from the bathroom. I started screaming at that point – it hurt my chest and my lungs but I was just so desperate for them to hear me and help me. The cops handcuffed David then and there for obstruction while the paramedics took me away. I had some cracked ribs and a small fracture to my skull. They told me that one more hit probably would’ve split my head right open and he’d have killed me. They did a pelvic exam and confirmed rape. I was lucky to be alive and David was arrested.”
“Katie, I don’t know what to say. I’m so sorry he put you through that. The only silver lining is that he’s locked up now and can’t hurt you or any other woman ever again.” My blood is boiling at the thought of her psychotic ex abusing her trust like that. He’s lucky he’s behind bars or I’d show him what a real beating feels like.
“You’d think so, wouldn’t you? The horrific truth is that he lawyered up with a bulldog and together they presented private videos of our sexual exploits in the early part of our relationship. From the time when the kink was still fun and not abusive. It showed me enjoying myself and they argued that I liked it rough. Despite the medical reports showing how badly injured I was and that the sex was unlikely to have been consensual, his lawyer successfully argued that I was a sexual deviant who got off from exceptionally hard sex. They also spun the lie that David had dumped me and that I had begged him for rough break-up sex and following that I made the abuse accusations as a woman scorned trying to get revenge after being slighted by her lover.”
I can’t believe what the fuck I’m hearing and yet Katie is still spilling her secret; this tale of horror still isn’t over. With a bitter sadness and weary resignation, she continues.
“The detective working my case and the assistant district attorney both believed my account but David’s lawyer was too good. The videos of me enjoying it rough made all the evidence ambiguous at best. The DA didn’t press charges because it wasn’t likely to result in a conviction and they weren’t about to waste taxpayer money on an unwinnable case.”
Katie’s shoulders visibly sag under the weight of knowing that even in this day and age, our judiciary system failed her – and that failure isn’t an anomaly. How many women have watched on in horror as their tormentors escape punishment while they are trapped with it for the rest of their lives?
Too many is the sad fucking answer.
“After he was released from custody,” she continues, “he came straight to the hospital where he tried to force his way into my room but was removed by security. He stalked the hospital frequently to the point where my doctor didn’t discharge me until the end of his shift so that he could hide me in the b
ack seat of his SUV and drive me to my friend Maddie’s place without David knowing. Dr. Greg refused to leave me alone and said it wasn’t safe to go back to my apartment, Maddie agreed. Dr. Greg gave Maddie his number in case of an emergency and left to meet his friends at my place to pack up my belongings for me. Not two hours into packing up my apartment, David was trying to kick down my front door, demanding that I go home with him for my punishment for all the shit and embarrassment I’d caused. Turns out Dr. Greg and his friends were all ice hockey players and en masse, scared the living shit out of David. The next day the whole team turned up again to help move the last of my possessions across town into Maddie’s place – her building had better security than mine. It didn’t take David long to figure out that I’d gone to Maddie’s but he couldn’t get into her building and he thought I had an entire ice hockey team acting as bodyguards, which I did for a while.
“Dr. Greg was a really decent guy – he was there the night I was admitted and I think it shook him up to see the state I was in and that it was at the hands of someone I was supposed to be able to trust. It’s truly shocking how many people get away with abusing their spouses until it’s too late. Dr. Greg is a young idealist and I think he was terrified that I would be one of those ‘too late’ statistics if David got his hands on me again. He’s probably right.
“I went through some pretty intensive therapy in the months that followed and life sort of got back to normal. We planned our move here, Maddie had to move a few days before me and although we were worried about me being alone, we couldn’t avoid it. I called Dr. Greg, the assistant DA and the Detective who worked my case so that they knew I was moving away – I was aware that they were sort of keeping tabs on me to make sure I was safe and I didn’t want to just vanish and have them worry. That night Dr. Greg and a few of his teammates showed up so that I wouldn’t be alone. Someone was always with me until the day I drove here. Greg said that it was probably overkill but he wasn’t going to risk my safety just as I was about to start a new life and be free. I appreciated the gesture but knew it wasn’t necessary; I’d heard that David has a new girlfriend, so I wasn’t on his radar anymore.
