Their First Meeting

As she heads for the door at the end of the day searching through her bag she doesn't notice the man standing in her path "Oh I'm sorry I didn't see you there." He turns and smiles at her, looking at him their eyes lock. Extending her hand she smiles "Hello, Monica nice to meet you." shaking hands briefly she doesn't really hear his response. The elevator doors open, they both step in as she continues to search for something. Distracted she feels a tap on her arm "What floor do you need?" smiling weakly

"Basement, parking please." They ride in silence, turning towards him "What did you say your name was again? I am sorry it is just one of those days." Smiling at her "Alex. It's ok we all have them." Looking him over she is drawn to his eyes, she has always been a sucker for a man with green eyes. Sighing to herself as the doors open "Well it was nice to meet you Alex. I do hope I will see you again." As he watches her

walk to her car "Oh I am sure you will, I am so sure you will." Opening the door she curses herself for not being as aggressive as she usually is about men. "Damn I should of got his number." she growls at herself as she starts her car. Driving home her mind keeps traveling back to him and the look in his eyes, something dark yet exciting. Trying to get the image out of her head she turns on the radio, the music falls on deaf ears as his voice plays in her mind. Brought back to reality before she misses her exit

she starts the end of her ride. Pulling into the driveway she shuts off the car and takes her shoes off. Walking to the door and once inside she sheds the rest of her work clothes. Walking through the house half naked she turns on the

lights and the stereo, getting herself a glass of wine she sits and thinks about the days events. "Damn ok if you see him again do what you do best" she says to herself "Flash that smile and work that magic." Giggling she sips her wine and feels herself start to doze off.

Monica is suddenly awakened by the doorbell. Wiping the sleep from her eyes she looks at the clock wondering who it could be, not believing she had slept so late. It was 9pm and she was not expecting anyone. Grabbing her robe that she

had tossed on the couch from this morning, she walks to the door and opens it to find no one there. Thinking she must have been dreaming to have heard the doorbell she takes one last look around outside and notices the bouquet of roses

on the landing in front of her door. Picking them up, she wonders who they could be from. Reaching for the card inside the bouquet she pricks her finger on the thorns and blood trickles on the white envelope that she is about to open. 2312

Celtic Dr. midnight my love. "Ok, Now who is playing games?, it has to be James, I don't understand why he does not take no for an answer. I will meet him at midnight and it will be the last time he will bother me." Dressing in her sexiest low-cut dress, just so she can tease him, and watch and listen to him beg her to come back she slips on her shoes and heads for the car. "He always was a sucker for this dress, and I can not wait to watch him grovel for me as I strut around knowing I will never let him use me again" Monica pulls into the driveway of the address she has been given, as she gets out of the car she

looks around noticing how dark the house looks she wonders what James is up to. "He probably has a nice dinner ready for me with candles lit and soft music playing, pathetic he is" As she approached the door, before she could even

ring the bell the door had opened. In she had stepped into a big room with candles lit and soft music playing in the distance and the fragrance of fresh cut flowers had filled the room. She was so entranced by the painting on the wall she did not realize that she did not even hear the door shut behind her. The painting, "it looks just like me" she thought. Darkness had followed

as a blindfold was placed over her eyes and she was led into a larger room where she could here the crackling of a fire. "James, you have gone to far this time, I mean what is the deal with the painting?" From behind, she felt his breath on her neck, slowly he had grabbed both her arms and tied her wrists behind her back. "Who is James, my love?"

Her breath catching in her throat "Come on James this isn't funny at all." Binding her wrist tightly, feeling the ropes cut into her "My love you still haven't told me who James is." The voice in her ear, strange but familiar, shit that's the guy I met in the elevator today. Pulling away from him, trying to free herself he pushes her down onto the floor. Pain rings through her legs as she hits the hard wood "Now don't move love. Let me get this all done and then we will talk." pulling against the ropes "Are you out of your fuckin mind?? I don't even know you." A sudden blow to her head leaves her sprawled on the floor, tears fall behind the blindfold she can feel the knot that is starting to form on the back of her head. Crying softly she can feel his hands on her wrist binding them tighter.

Pulling her up onto her knees by her wrists the pain shoots through her arms "Now let us talk little one." Turning in his direction with as much venom in her voice as she can work up "You know what fuck you, untie me and let me the hell out of here." Slapping her face repeatedly, her mind spins as the assault on her face continues, she can feel her lip split.

With each blow she cries out, tears roll down her cheeks through bruised and now swollen lips "Please stop!! I cant take anymore of this PPLLLEEAASSEE??" the assault stops. . she can feel his breath on her face, suddenly his lips are on hers hard, pushing his tongue into her mouth, the taste of blood on her lips pushing so hard into her she is afraid her teeth may chip. Bending her back

until her hands are on her ankles he pulls away. Grabbing her by her dress he lifts her to her feet. Leading her closer to the fire he sits her down, sitting behind her unzipping her dress, pulling it down to expose her perfect 36DD's

"Now shouldn't a lady like you be wearing something under this?" Crying softly she shakes her head yes, slapping her in the face again

"I CANT HEAR YOU!" more tears begin to fall as a smile she cant see curls his lips "yes I should be" she whispers. "Very good little one" stroking her hair she leans slightly into his touch pissed cause she is reacting to his touch. Watching her nipples harden as he touches her, taking one between his fingers and pinching it hard enough to make her whimper at his touch.

Pushing her back she tries to get her legs from under her, as he pushes her back he pulls her dress up over her hips. Placing his hand on her stomach he can feel her breathing heavy "Relax little one I am here to give you all you

have thought about while you lay in bed alone at night." Pulling her legs out straight, pushing her legs apart while he rips her panties off of her. Holding them in his hand "Mmmm this is what you want isn't it?" feeling how wet they have become. Shaking her head no he grabs her by her hair "Do you lie to me?!?!" beginning to shake slightly "no I didn't mean to. . I mean no I'm not lying" kneeling between her legs, leaning into

her she can feel him close to her pushing into him slightly wanting more he pulls her closer by her hips. Pushing her legs up to the point where her knees rest on her shoulders he looks her over, running his hand over her pussy and ass. Slapping her ass repeatedly, crying out with each hit, tears roll down her face as his hand burns into her skin. Feeling the heat rising off her ass she cries softly, taking his thumb and shoving it into her ass she screams in pain.

Working it in and out she cries as he smiles a smile she cant see. Taking the thumb of his other hand he pushes it into her ass with the other, pulling them apart to the point where she is afraid she will rip. Pulling his thumbs out of her ass she can hear him unzip his pants "No please no."

"Shhh little one relax" pushing against him trying to move away, grabbing her by her ankles and pulling her closer to him, taking her by her hips and flipping her over onto her stomach pushing her knees under her, exposing her ass to him. Leaning into her she can feel his cock pressed against her asshole, crying

softly he grabs her by her hair pulling her back against him. Letting her push his cock into her, screaming trying to get away only to be pulled closer to him, pushing his cock further into her. Feeling himself all the way inside of her he lets go of her hair, pushing her shoulders the floor he begins to slam in and out of her ass. Pushing hard into her, moving her along the floor slightly as he fucks her ass. Holding her one hip he slaps her ass repeatedly, jumping

with each blow and pushing away every chance she gets. Not realizing with each movement she pushes him deeper, "Stop moving!!!" trying not to move she holds as still as possible, watching her shake he pulls his cock from her ass and she inhales sharply in surprise. Walking around her looking her over, watching her lay there shaking and crying leaning down he unties her hands.

Shaking them out slightly she pulls herself back up onto her knees, turning to sit on her sore ass she pulls her legs up against her. Wrapping her arms around her legs she feels his hands on hers, taking her hands in his he helps her stand. "Come with me little one." leading her out of the room and taking the blindfold off of her. Blinking the tears out of her eyes and letting

them adjust to the light she can see a large 4 post bed, placing her hand on his shoulder he stops and picks her up, molding her body to his as he carries her he places her on the bed. Her head on the pillows and hands her a glass of wine

"I have been wanting to meet you for some time now Monica. I wasn't 100% sure that this is what you wanted but when I saw you earlier I saw it in your eyes." sipping the wine slowly trying to calm herself she hands him back the glass. Moving away from him slightly she tries to straighten her dress, standing "Did I say you could move?" her eyes wide, whispering

"but I thought we where done and I could go now." smiling at her "Ah my little one we aren't done yet." Kneeling on the bed close to her she moans slightly and pulls away from his reach. He is on her before she knows what is happening, landing blows on her face and body she can feel the blood from her lips running down her chin. Pushing her down on the bed he pushes her knees apart again shoving 2 fingers into her pussy she gasps at the pain. Pulling and twisting inside her, pulling his fingers apart stretching her

more and more he places his cock close to his fingers in one motion he pulls his

fingers out of her and replaces them with his cock. Savagely fucking her, slamming into her over and over again. The pain on her face he pushes her legs back holding them there. He can feel her getting wetter "Ah that's it my little slut. You know you want this."

Moaning the more he slams into her he knows she is close, harder and harder he fucks her until he feels her hips start to buck, bringing her over the edge he can feel himself start to go too. Unloading himself inside he, collapsing on top of her he looks into her face.

The tears still fresh on her face he smiles at her, breathing deeply she smiles back at him "I own you now you know that don't you Monica?" letting her hands find their way around his neck she pulls him close kissing him lightly

"Yes I do and thank You." Pushing off of her he lays next to her both breathing deeply enjoying their new found lives.