*THIS STORY IS PURELY FICTIONAL. ANY RESEMBLANCE TO ANYONE IN REAL LIFE IS PURELY COINCIDENTAL. THIS STORY IS HEAVY ON RAPE AND GROPING. DO NOT READ IF EITHER OF THESE THEMES TRIGGER YOU IN ANYWAY.*
I tense as I feel arms wrap around me. “Let go of me. Now.” I say to the man behind me. He’s clearly taller than me, my head just under his chin as his muscular arms bind mine to my body.
“No.” He breathes, his voice sending shivers up my spine as he pulls me in to him. I can feel his abs shift with each breath he takes.
“Get off me.” I grit out, struggling and squirming in his arms to make enough space to free mine.
“Okay.” His arm vanishes as I feel his right hand wrap around my throat. I gasp and freeze. “I like this better anyway.”
“Let go of me.” I hate the fear lining my voice. I yelp as he twirls me, pinning me to the wall. The air leaves my body in an *oomph* as my back hits it. His fingers flex around my throat and I open my eyes, coming face to face with him. “Jordan?” I ask in confusion as one of the managers stares down at me. His fingers tighten and my hands come up to his wrist.
“You know my name.” He smirks.
“I’ve been told to stay away from you.” I battle the rising tide of fear within as I glare at him.
“You should have listened.” He doesn’t blink. He holds my gaze. I blink and look away. I can feel his amusement radiating off him in waves as he presses his cock against my thigh.
“I did stay away. You’re my manager. I can’t avoid you forever.” He tilts my head to look back at him with his fingers as he hums his agreement.
“Why were you told to stay away from me?” He asks as his other hand caresses my cheek. Goosebumps break out on my arms.
“Because you’re always sexual with female employees.” His hand slowly gets tighter as his other one moves to my arm. He leans in. My mouth goes dry.
“That’s not a bad thing.” His voice dips and tickles my ear. Instinctively, I shut my eyes and reopen when I feel him withdrawing.
“Let me go.” I demand. He smiles at me.
“You know… I’ve been watching you work.” His hand runs up and down my arm as his other one, flexes on my throat. My head tilts slightly upwards as i swallow. He watches the movement. “I haven’t been able to stop.”
“Jordan. Stop. There’s cameras.” I glance about uneasily.
“They’re updating servers so they don’t work. No one’s watching right now. Why else do you think I put you here… In the dungeon? No one will bother us. It’s too far out of the way. Not to mention, it’s late.”
I feel my eyes widen. “No.” I whisper, beginning to regret agreeing to work nights. His left hand travels to my waist as he gropes my body, exploring it with his hand. I feel him press against my shirt.
“Sports bra?” He asks, quirking his eyebrow. I feel my cheeks flush. “No wonder I can see these…” He circles my nipple with his finger.
“Stop. Please.” I ask as small tingles run up my spine with each brush of his fingers. He ignores my request and continues to grope my body, slipping his warm hand under my shirt. Goosebumps break out as he finds my breasts, pulling the sports bra down and tweaking the nipples.
“Let me go Jordan. Please. I won’t tell anyone what you’re doing, just don’t.” I try to reason with him.
“Oh don’t worry baby, they won’t know because if they do, you won’t have a job anymore.” Tears fill my eyes as the meaning of his statement hits me.
“You’ll fire me if they find out?”
“Yes.” He shrugs nonchalantly, as if he hasn’t just doomed me.
“But HR…”
“No. There’s no proof.” He pulls my nipple unexpectedly and I wince in pain. “Now shush.” His hand leaves my nipple and dips down. I shut my eyes and look up as his fingers squeeze my throat. Realisation dawns on me.
“You’ve done this before.” I state as a matter of fact.
“I’m not confirming or denying that.” His finger dips in my waistband as I squirm. “Ooh, you’re wet.” He teases as I feel his finger brush my clit.
“Don’t. Jordan. Please.” I whine.
“Fuck, I love that voice from you. Sounds exactly how I thought it would.” He moans, opting to lean down and bite my neck. I feel his palm push in to my airway for a split second before he readjusts. “My mistake.” He mutters before resuming his teasing strokes and bites. I hold back my moans until he slips a finger in before adding another. “So soft. So warm. So velvety.” He whispers in my ear. I moan quietly in response. “You’re being such a good girl right now.” I dig my nails in to his arm as butterflies flutter in my stomach.
“Stop it.” I whisper, not sure what I mean. His palm presses against me as his fingers crook and stimulate me from inside. A moan tumbles free from my mouth as I tilt my head back, my hips beginning to rock with his fingers.
“That’s it. Good girl. Get yourself off using my hand.” He praises, slipping his fingers in and out, scissoring them inside. His hand drops from my throat to pull at my nipples and I debate pushing him away until he pulls my nipple. A quiet cry escapes my lips. “I can see what you’re thinking. Don’t try it.” He warns, speeding up. I feel my breathing getting heavier as he adds a finger, pressing it against my asshole. I shake my head and his hand returns to my throat as he lightly chokes me.
“No. Not there. Please.” His eyes flare with excitement as he pushes in. My mouth opens as he forces his finger, eventually slipping in and releasing a moan from me. I can feel myself pulsing around him as my hips buck.
“Fuck.” He hisses under his breath, his cock throbbing on my thigh. He begins to pump his fingers and I whimper, moving with him as he presses his forehead to mine.
“I’m gonna cum.” I pant, feeling my body getting closer. “Jordan.” I whisper. “You’re going to make me cum.” He tightens his grip on my neck and fingers me quickly, the tightness on my throat preventing me from orgasming. He quickly withdraws his fingers, leaving me writhing and bucking my hips in the air for a few seconds before he lets go of my throat and I drop to the floor, breathing hard.
I cough and squirm on the floor as my orgasm dissipates. “Why?” I ask him, looking up. His cock clearly straining against his trousers as he squats down. He brushes a hair from my face and grabs it, squeezing my cheeks.
“Because I want you to come to me and beg me to take you. I want you to realise no one will make you feel anywhere near as good as I can make you feel. I want you to submit to me.” He finishes and stands, dropping my face. “Come find me if and when you want release. My office is always open for you. Oh and don’t get yourself off. I’d hate to repeat today’s events every day.” He turns on his heel and walks away, leaving me on the floor trying to process what just happened.
“Fuck.”
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