Silent screams ringing in my head, but he continues fucking me until I climax again.
Pulling out gently he kneels as he wipes me clean from his ejaculation, such a tender gesture, I could have washed myself but this was protective and loving.
I have never had men to make sure I was satisfied before, only of their own needs fulfilled. I was falling fast for Alex and it was scaring me to death, I had no time to tender to someone else’s needs.
Alex kisse d me tenderly, removing the cuffs that he restrained me, I can feel his tension through his body he scared he has gone too far; I reached out and kiss his lips he was just what I needed.
He understood I found it hard to allow a man to control me that is why he used the restraints, the first time I have ever felt free with a man, no pretence not needing to please him, only of my own desires. Alex helps me get dressed he knew I was felt weak after the sex; He boldly walks out of the restroom as I wash my face at the sink, reapplying my make-up until I resemble a normal state as possible.
S hakily I walk back towards my office but he summons me from his office with his finger, it was bad enough that the other staff knew I was his fuck friend but to be at his disposal every time he wanted sex was humiliating, I need to look for another job I cannot deal with this every day in work.
As I step in to his office closing the door behind me, I notice a selection of food arranged on his conference table.
French bread olives as well as a selection of cheese and sliced meat, this surprised me; he says it is just sex then treats me with kindness like this.
“Clara you need to eat, this way I know you have eaten throughout the day.”
“Do not read too much into this, how you going to be able to fuck again if you bla ck out.”
He reaches for the apple juice like if it is a wonder drug for my condition.
“I do not need you fussing over me” this is why I never tell anyone I’m diabetic.” He beckons me to closer to sit next to him.
“Clara I always knew you were a diabetic, I check all my staff records.”
It is starting to feel seriously creepy with his attitude of controlling me including the details of him watching every move of my office.
“Sit the fuck down and eat before I force you,” sitting quickly by his command cursing at myself for obeying him, He tries to hand feed me; but the sting of being his puppet makes it hard to swallow the food.
“You have no control when you with me, you are mine and mine alone”
I fight back the tears as I swallow another bite, I protest as he offers me an olive Alex pulls the cuffs from his pocket, I open my mouth as I take the olive in my mouth.
“Hands behind your back,” I reluctantly do as he commands knowing he is going to place the handcuffs on me, tears fall as he snaps them on feeding me again until I refuse. He places me over his lap slapping me hard on my left buttock then sitting me up as he feeds me the olive I previously refused. I make a little sob as I swallow every mouthful, every time I refused him Alex placing me over his lap slapping me harder. I refused to eat any more food so he can slap my glowing rosy behind once more.
“That it Clara, give yourself to me.” I have no idea what Alex is talking about he already had me at his whim. When he is satisfied, I have eaten enough he pins me down over his desk.
“Do not fight me,” he says harshly before his hand makes contact with my cheek of my buttock severely making me cry out from the pain.
“Shush baby you do not want anyone to know what we are doing,” he places a gag into my mouth as I take it willingly, My hands flat on his desk as I wait for his hands on me, taking my last resistance of pride.
Frantically removing my trousers and ripping my briefs off, “Legs apart”
I follow his command as I braze myself. Alex laughs before he hits me pushing me into his desk by the force, each contact of his hand bringing shame to my sole; I knew there was nothing I would refuse him now. I just lay over the table my legs shake from the determination to stay still for him to beat me, I have no shame left as my wetness grows inside of me.
“You may leave,” his dismissal is so harsh, no tenderness left in his words but why does he need to pretend to care now he has me where he wants on my knees begging him to fuck me, I will not do that for him I pull up my trousers and wipe the tears from my face. He tilts up my face assertively as he puts me tidy.
“What do you say?” “Thank you,” the bastard smiles at me.
I fight the pain as I walk to back my office, hoping he cannot see what I am doing on my laptop as gain access to a link my home computer and open my Curriculum Vitae, reviewing it before sending it out to one of our competitors looking for freedom from being a sex slave to my boss. My intercom buzzes moments after I hit send I nervously press the intercom.
“Clara could you come to my office now,” how did he know?
“Yes Sir,” I look into the camera, he must have checked via the office server system for the emails I had just sent from the laptop. I should of waited and send them via my home email account.
I walk over to his desk by the look on his face he is furious. He asks to bend over pulls my trousers down as he pulls his belt free I struggle as he slaps me with it but I make no sound. My tears pooling on the table as I try to push myself from the table and leave.
“You will not leave me until I am ready, you got that slut.” He hits me nonstop until I stop fighting him, it was no use he was too strong better to resign myself to this fate.
I drop to my knees as he realises me, crying as I get up from the floor as I rearrange my clothing, he throws an envelope at me I pick up the envelope and I place it in my jacket.
“ Open it when you get home you will also accompany me to a ball, your dress will be delivered an hour before.”
After leaving work I open my front door and sink to my knees the strength it took to get home is all I can manage, I curl up on the floor my arms are my only comfort as I cry.
I loved Alex but I also hated him in what he has become, my master, my lover and my boss all rolled into one. The gentle touches of tenderness then the cruelty of his beating were destroying me.
Checking my laptop, my C. V deleted and the application of job proposal that I had sent out returned undelivered trapped in this nightmare until he saw fit to dismiss me whenever that was. I curl up on the couch as I pull out the envelope from my jacket.
There is ticket to the ball, as well as a note that simply read, “See you later.”
I close my eyes as I huddle in my arms; I switch on the laptop back to life as I send him my response:
Alex do what you want to me, you have finally destroyed me — Clara.
Later that afternoon a loud knock came from the front door, as I answered Alex stood there with flowers offering a gesture he smiled and entered the flat.
“I need a shower,” I told him, Alex holds onto my hand as I stand there in the hall way my fingers lingering as I pull free from his grip.
“I cannot carry on working for you anymore this is over, close the door on your way out”
He tries to speak but I do not hang around as he struggles to find something meaningful or some words to take my pain away.
Alex is gone when I c ame out from the shower; part of me hoped he would stay.
I d id not see the note when I first sat down on my sofa, but my heart lifts a little as I notice it, he has not discarded me without explaining. I open the note with tears falling it simply reads.
“ The deal still stands you are mine until I see fit to let you go. See you in work. Alex.”
I lay wide-awake most of the evening; not being able to sleep I decided to go back downstairs and switch on my laptop, playing silly games to distract myself, talking to strangers across the other side of the world. I consider them as friends even though we have never met. I know of their family events as well as tragedies, I do not pretend to know them or them of me but the connection is real,
The same as going into a coffee shop every day with the same member of staff serving you at your table, You know of them and they would affect your life if they became no more, even if it was the first day you entered the coffee shop.
A message opens from my emails a message from Alex is the only new message, it only says. “I am coming over.”
I type franticly: No, but I do not get a reply. I start pacing my room, with hope and fear as I wait my heart pumping fast with every second that passes until the front door opens. Alex boldly walks in and cradles me in his arms.