This story is based on a couple of guys I work with, so I changed the the POV from "her" to "I" because I was getting into it and kept writing "I". so I changed it. The first thing I look for in a man: facial hair and beautifull eyes that make me blush. Thanx again for reading.
3: New Changes
I stood at my table, contemplating my situation between these two men as I pretend to do my paper work. I turn my head to the left to see "master" working on one of my machines. Every time I put that light on to signal my need for assistance, He is the first one to arrive in seconds. "I assume he is being overprotective of his 'property' from another man," I thought to myself. I stared at him for a moment. With all the blackmail and guilt that encircled my mind, it seemed I had forgotten for sometime, about those eyes. I rested my head on my upright fist and looked at him longer. I could feel warmth surround my cheeks as I gaze longer at him. He turned his head towards me and gave me a menacing smile. I gulped hard and rejected my look away. A few moments later, I turn my head to the right. In another area, was Vic. His thick arms were carrying a large part I did not recognize. His blue eyes shined under the lights above. He turned his head to me and smiled as well, a much softer smile than master's. I blushed and looked away. I sighed and thought, "I'm still not quite sure why I'm in this mess."
A minuet or two later, master walked up to my table and said, "That machine is going to take a little more time than I thought."
It almost sounded like he was having a real work-related conversation with me. I couldn't look in his eyes without blushing. He slid closer to me.
"I need to talk to you later," he said and walked away.
"That's the first time he spoke to me like that," I said out loud.
An hour later, master comes back and tells me he wants to see me outside to talk. I walk with him to the back of the factory and as we make it outside, he pins me to the wall of the building.
"Stay and don't speak," he commanded which I took offence to it but I let it alone to find out what was so important.
"I have to go back to my own shift tomorrow," he began. I felt a heavy weight lifted from my shoulders as I sighed in relief.
"Oh, you're not off the hook," he began to say as he strides closer to me. My back was up against the wall as I hung my head low.
"You still belong to me and only me," he said grabbing my chin as he cupped my face in his large hand. "You will be a good girl while I'm gone. I will be back and I will give you a hell of a punishment," he threatened as he tightened his grasp on my cheeks. "Do not disappoint me." Forced to look up at him, I trembled at his words. "Now than, how about a kiss good bye,' He asked rhetorically. He leaned into my lips and kissed me. First a gentle start, than he grew more intense. He slid his hand down the front of my pants and grasped my clit with his fingers. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "I don't want to keep punishing you, my dear," he began as he pinched my clit hard. "But if I have to, I will," he finished and rubbed my sore bud softly. He continues kissing my neck and rubbed my clit harder, turning me on. "But before I go..," he starts to say. "I want you to cum for me one more time." He continued his favorite routine, which he knew always worked on me. He flicked my clit and began teasing it softy. I could feel his lips on my collarbone and back up to my neck. I grabbed his arm for balance as I tried to fight my urges. My hips rocked against his fingers, enjoying his lips. "C'mon my slave, I'm giving you this chance," he whispered. He slid his fingers inside me making me groan. I didn't want to give him the satisfaction but my body had other plans. He felt so good, but my stubbornness was keeping me from going over the edge. He lifted his head from my neck and looked in my eyes. When I saw his handsome face, I lost all control. I tilted my head back and came on his fingers and a high growl.
"That-a girl," he praised. After buttoning and zipping up my pants again, he pat my head and placed his hand on the small of my back again, as if was a personal way a signaling me to go wherever he pushed. We walked back in side and walked passed Victor. He gave master a greeting with his head movement and a smile to me. I lowered my head and walked away while master stayed behind to talk with him.
After work, I rushed out the door to see the sun has already set and my eyes could only relied on the poor lights of the building in the parking lot. I heard the annoying wailing sound of my phone and jumped a little. As I walked to my car, I shuffled through my mess of a purse, looking for the wretched device. All of a sudden, I could see two spotlights racing towards me. It seemed that the driver did not notice me in their way. I froze in panic as I dropped my purse and was about to scream, but felt two large arms grab me and pull me away from the speeding car's path. I fell to the ground as I landed on top of the person. Shocked, I stood up and grabbed their hand to help them up. The lights of the building finally reveled my savior to be Victor. He stood and brushed the gravel from his clothing.
"Thank you very much, you saved me. I owe you one," I said as I picked up my purse and started to walk away. Hoping I could leave this awkward situation as quick as possible.
"My thoughts exactly," he responded and walked to his car to go home.
The next morning, I shuffled my feet on the ground as I walked through the door. Work was the last place I wanted to be right now, with the lack of sleep I had the night before. I gave a dirty, warning look to all that approached me as I walked to my locker. I threw my hoodie inside and grabbed my tools, then slammed the door. I jumped at the sight of Victor standing next to me.
"Damn dude, you fucking scared me," I yelled at him.
He smiled and asked, "Can we talk?"
I waved my hand away and said; "Not now I had a rough night. Talk to me when I'm awake," then I walked away.
I walked to my table, rubbed my sore shoulders and began to work. As the day drew on, I became aware of how rude I was with Victor. "I mean the guy did save my life. I do kinda owe him at least a talk," I told myself. I saw Victor working on a machine in anther area and decide to walk up to him.
He turned his head towards me, noticing my presence, smirked and asked, "You awake yet,"
I blushed at the thought of my rudeness and nodded. "Um, I'm sorry. I could be a real bitch in the mornings."
He snickered in response as I continued, "Uh, about that talk...How 'bout at lunch?" I asked as I watched his head bob in agreement. I gave a weak smile and walked away.
Lunch came around unexpectedly, as I could feel the knots tighten in my stomach. I opened the door to the outside break area to meet up with Victor, at our usual spot at a bench. He had already lit a cigarette and was staring off at the sky, pondering something. I gulped hard knowing this was a mistake, but one I could not afford to shoo away. He had a slight power over me that I could not shake. I took a deep breath and walked to the bench and sat across from him, but off to the side.
"So, what is it that you wanted to talk about," I asked.
He took a deep inhale of the cigarette and held it for a second. He just looked at me, probably trying to find the right words so I wouldn't freak out about something. I watched as the white smoke spew out his nose like a stereotypical angry bull.
"I want you to be my slave," he said before taking another puff.
