*THIS IS A FICTIONAL STORY AND IS HEAVY ON RAPE. PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE TRIGGERED BY RAPE, PAIN OR SEXUAL VIOLENCE.*
“It’s been a Month.” A shiver runs up my spine at his voice. His lips are beside my ear, his hands on my arms.
“I know.” I whisper back, the carpeted floor cushioning my feet as I stand in his office.
“Don’t pretend you haven’t thought about me.” I feel him press his erection against my butt as he rubs my arms. I stare at the closed blinds.
“I haven’t.” Lie. Total lie. Since that night in the dungeon, I’ve thought about Jordan at least daily. I’ve imagined his hands on me, his fingers on my skin, his body moving with mine. I’ve lost count of how many orgasms I’ve had to the memory he left me and the promise of more.
“You have.” His lips brush my neck in a fleeting kiss and I shudder. I try to step forward but he tightens his grip on my arms in warning.
“Why did you call me here Jordan?” I ask him, my voice coming out steady.
“You know why.” I swallow hard. I know what he’s talking about.
“I didn’t think they’d suspend you.”
“I know. You thought I’d be fired.” I yelp as he pushes me forward, ramming my legs into his desk and forcing me to bend down. I groan as my face presses in to the wood as his hand holds my neck down. I claw at the table, trying and failing to get free.
“Let me go.” I grunt, stretching my arms above my head, trying to pull myself away from him by gripping the edge of the table. Suddenly, his face comes in to view.
“No. You almost ruined my career. Its only fair I return the favour.” His voice is full of spite and I’m left wondering what he means while he ties my wrists together, his knee between my shoulders to keep me down.
“Jordan, what are you talking about? What do you mean?” I start to panic when he doesn’t respond. He grabs my hip and pulls me so I roll on to my back, my body stretched as I realise he’s tied my wrists to the table as well. I pull on the ties, suddenly concious of my body. They don’t budge. He pulls my ankles apart and ties them to each leg of the table. “What are you doing?!” I can hear the fear in my voice. His smirk as he stands tells me that he can hear it too and he’s enjoying it. He watches me, his predatory gaze tracking every breath, every movement I make. I squirm under the intensity, tears filling my eyes as I begin to beg him to let me go. He says nothing and stands there, staring. Watching. Waiting. Eventually he steps forward, running a hand up my thigh to my waistband. He pulls out my shirt before undoing the button and forcing them down, revealing my silky underwear.
“Did you wear these just for me?” Sarcasm laces every word as he drags a finger up the middle. “Ooh, you’re wet.” He teases, leaning down, peppering kisses along the waist band and inner thighs. I fight the urge to moan as his lips brush my sensitive skin. I feel his fingers curl on the band and a moment of resistance as he rips the material off my body. I gasp in shock as the material hangs from his fingers before he bundles it up and shoves it in my mouth. I mumble in shock and try to spit it out but it stubbornly stays in place. I arch as I feel him blow directly on my clit, the cold a welcome break from the heat emanating from it. “Beg me.” He says before leaning in and licking my clit. I groan and tilt my head back as pleasure runs through me, shaking my head. He continues his teasing licks as I crawl closer and closer to the climax, my fingers squeezing the edge of the table. I shut my eyes and begin to rock in to his mouth, moans tumbling free. I feel him stop and look at me. “Beg. Me.” Again, I shake my head. He smiles as he pushes a finger in me. I moan and rock, my hips moving on their own. He slips a second finger in easily as he licks my clit. I feel myself reach my cliamx quicker but he stops before I get my release. I whimper as he sucks my thigh, running his fingers down my abdomen. “Beg me.” he whispers, pressing a finger against my clit and standing, revealing his cock. I stare down at the 8 inch monster and look back at him, shaking my head. He nods and runs his cock up and down my entrance. I can feel the ridges on the condom he has on and can’t help but imagine what it would feel like in me. The ridges bring me close but this time, he keeps me on the edge. I start to sweat, my hips moving with his teasing strokes. He leans over me and rips my shirt open, revealing my crop top which he pulls down, effectively freeing my tits. I cry out as he sucks a nipple in to his mouth, violently lashing at it with his tongue. I start to thrash and he pulls away looking at me with triumph. He knows I’ve given up. He grins and pulls my panties out of my mouth.
“Let me cum.” I whisper.
“Louder and I want more.”
“Let me cum please Jordan. Make me cum.”
“You can do better.”
“Fuck! Jordan, just let me cum. You got what you wanted. You were right. I did orgasm to what you did to me last month and I have done every night since.”
“I knew it.” He says, his cock still running up and down my core. “You’re a filthy slut.”
“I’ll say your na-” My words are cut off when he stuffs my mouth again with my panties.
“Let’s make your dreams come true.” He angles himself and thrusts in hard, going balls deep in one stroke. I scream and arch off the table as he begins to fuck me, not letting me adjust to his length. The pain mixing with pleasure as he fucks me with the ferocity of a wild animal while rubbing my clit. I cum hard, my body quivering as my eyes roll back yet he doesn’t stop. He continues through my orgasm, giving me another. Everything tenses and explodes at once as he forces one orgasm after another out of my body. “Yeah, you like this bitch?” He rams in to me and rubs me, over stimulating my body to the point of pain. Jordan’s lips close around my nipple as he forces another orgasm out of me. I try to cry out but exhaustion fills my body and I manage a moan as I finally feel him begin to swell. His hand wraps around my neck and I scream as he bites my nipple when he climaxes, filling my body with his cum. His strokes become deep and long as he empties himself in me. I feel him pull out and withdraw from my body, coughing lightly from being choked. I open my eyes and blink against the light as he cleans himself up. He pulls the panties out of my mouth and gives me some water.
“Thank you.” I sigh, lightly tugging on the ties. “I thought you had a condom on? Did it break?”
“Huh? Oh no, it didn’t. I always cut the tops off. I like filling my conquests.”
“Urgh. You’re gross. Can I go now?”
“Not just yet.” He smirks, drinking the rest. “There’s someone you need to meet.”
*Tap, tap, knock, tap.*
Jordan pushes the panties back in my mouth and opens the door slightly, whispering to the other person. The door opens wider and an older man walks in. I don’t recognise him but he has an air of importance surrounding him. I look between him and Jordan as he shuts the door, locking it.
“This is Logan. I’m sure you recognise the name.” My eyes widen as I stare at the ex-CEO of the company. I scream and thrash, amusing them both. Jordan walks over and sits beside my stomach, a hand resting on it. I still. “So in order to continue working here, I made a deal with Logan.” He starts, a hand dipping below my naval. “That debt is about to be paid.” His hand slips further down and I whimper. “I’m sure you’ve figured it out. You’re a smart girl.” I feel him cup my mound and I arch slightly, my pussy still sore. He turns to face me, a grin on his face. “I get to work here if I give you up to Logan here, so that’s what I’m doing.” I shake my head no and whimper. “Now now, don’t worry. It’ll only be a few times a day and I’ll take care of you. It’s only for 3 years.”
I stare at him bewildered as realisation dawns on me regarding my new life.
He sold me. To a convicted sex offender. I stare at Logan as he walks around me, poking my body to see how I react. The first three words Logan speaks, seal my fate.
“I’ll take her.”
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