((Authors Note --
Please note that this is Adult Fiction, so should only be read by those who qualify!
This is the final part of this mini-series about office politics, a cold, distant manager, a bitter and twisted employee and an unfortunate young analyst who just happens to be in the way and gets caught up in all sorts of deviant revenge.
It makes most sense if read after the earlier parts, but I've tried to make this part of the developing, and somewhat forced relationship between David and his boss, Astrid, read stand-alone as well, so I hope that it works for you!
I sincerely hope that you enjoy...
Duke ))
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Part 21- Monday Morning, Early
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Have you ever been in that position where you think that you're dreaming, but at the back of your mind, you're worried that you might actually be awake? And you don't really want to be!!
It's probably a subconscious thing. Probably the subject of lots of medical studies. Probably something that everyone goes through at some time or other? Maybe!
In my case it was probably worrying. No, definitely worrying!
But dreaming that you're dreaming? Wow...definitely weird!!
I suppose, afterwards, that I must have known that it was a dream. Timelines were all over the place, people that I knew flitted in and out like actors on some sort of mysterious stage.
Except one.
Astrid.
My beautiful boss.
I wrestled hard to get a grip on reality. Was I waking now? No, I was going through a serious of surreal events where I somehow fixated on her. She was a tall, blond woman with a slim, sensual figure that would have attracted any red blooded male, and definitely this red blooded male! I think of Scandinavian descent and probably a good ten years older than me, maybe in her mid-thirties. Older maybe but, even though she maintained a cool detachment towards her staff, there was always something incredibly sexy about her. To me anyway. That was probably why I dreamt about her so much. I was a bit short of a girlfriend at the moment so having hot dreams about her was logical. Wasn't it?
But did that explain the current images that were flashing through my startled brain. Where I had her tied to a kitchen table as I cut off her clothes. Where I inflicted a long sexual torture on her with an electric vibrator. Where she was bound naked over a leather sofa, unprotected rear end and pussy subjected to a series of assaults with a variety of toys, and then... Whoa! Was that really me smacking her bare, upturned behind with a riding crop?! If I hadn't been dreaming then surely my eyes would have shot open with surprise at the recollection?
They weren't shooting open though. At least, not in my dream!
Did that mean anything? I hoped to God that it didn't mean that I'd somehow become a sexually perverted woman abductor!!
But then I had moved on, into Astrid's bed and we were making what seemed like mad, passionate love together. My birds-eye view of our naked intertwined bodies proved that she was as willing a part of our love-making as I. Maybe even more so!
None of this made sense!
Then I was somehow quickly transported on a trip round town. Faces and places merged together bizarrely. There was a strange image of a scholarly looking small man, wearing glasses but with hypnotic eyes piercing straight through me. Then one of our work team leaders, the much loathed Georgia, was staring down at me with her usual thinly disguised disdain, only to suddenly have all her clothes ripped off, her bare, podgy body tied over yet another sofa. Then, inexplicably, her work team appeared lined up behind her, gigantic erections standing out from between their bare legs, ready to embark on a gross gang bang! I think I was sweating now because I was pretty sure that I'd had something to do with setting up that particular deviant image!!
Those fantastic images weren't finished yet either. I had a shock when I saw a lithe young woman, dressed in tight black clothing staring at me. She looked like a beautiful, mysterious agent straight out of a James Bond movie. But it was Astrid again...and she was holding a gun! What?!!
I cringed as I waited for the bang, the brief flash of pain and the bullet to end it all. It set me wondering. Do you hear the sound of a gun going off if the bullet kills you? Idiot!! Get back to the dream.
But, by the time that the thought had flitted in and out of my brain though my terrified form was transported back into bed. A nice, soft bed. I breathed a long sigh of relief as I lay back, in the calm warmth. This was more like normal I thought dreamily. Waking up on my own, naked and with a big erection!
But was I on my own? I sighed happily as I felt a delicate contact on my straining cock, the backs of fingers sliding sensuously up and down my shaft. I enjoyed the sensation for a few moments before a sudden shocking realisation flashed through my body. The fingers were real, and they weren't mine!
And there was a voice... my eyes finally snapped open in shock!
"Come on David, wake up. I've got things to do."
My eyes were quick to focus on what at first I took to be an angel bending over me, and for a fleeting second I wondered if I really had been shot by that snub nosed revolver! Then I saw the face peering down at me, warm eyes radiating happiness, even if the voice was starting to sound a tad impatient.
It was definitely Astrid, and she was wearing a thin, ivory coloured silk wrap that was pulled tightly across her chest, accentuating her lovely bosom and the twin peaks that hinted at erect nipples underneath!
Her fingers were still lightly tracing their way around my erection and I swallowed hard as I tried to muster up a greeting. For a second my eyes flashed round the room, confirming that I wasn't in my bed. This was Astrid's bedroom and as my memories of yesterday, and particularly last night, came flooding back, I swallowed again. Wow!
"David!" said my angel again, this time the note of impatience unmistakable.
"Oh errrr, morning Miss Johnson," I finally, and somewhat lamely managed.
She smiled, leant further down and kissed me. It was a tentative sort of contact but felt absolutely marvellous.
"I think we can stick with 'Astrid' while we're not at work David, don't you?" she said as she pulled away.
"Now, we've got a lot to do before we get to the office," she continued giving me a wide grin as her fingers tightened suggestively around my throbbing shaft , "...and I need to be in early to prepare for that bitch Georgia's arrival as well!" The change in tone to one of unadulterated hatred was surprisingly quick when she more or less spat out the team leader's name.
It reminded me that my dreams had been based to a large degree on reality. The 'bitch' in question really had arranged to have us hypnotised into performing a wide range of videoed sex acts that she'd intended to blackmail Astrid with. Unfortunately for her my boss had turned the tables and exacted her own revenge. The memories of that little episode reminded me that it wasn't a good idea to cross her. And she did have a hand around a very key part of my anatomy!
"David!!" her sharp words dragged me back to reality and I realised that I'd missed something that she'd said, "So...do you trust me then?"
In my current position, it was the sort of question that I could only answer one way.
"Errr well, of course... I think so... I mean... why?"
"Good," she said, totally ignoring the vaguer elements of my response. Her hand finally released my cock and came round to undo the thin silk belt holding her wrap in place, pulling it clear of the garment.
"I...Jesus!" I responded as her wrap proceeded to gape open and I was rewarded with a view of one of her gorgeous, bare breasts. The sensuous curves were almost within touching distance and my hand, as if on autopilot, lifted up to reach for it.
"Hey!" I cried out as she grabbed it en-route, lifted my other hand smoothly up so that my wrists were together and began winding the belt around them.
"It's okay David, but it's one of my fantasies to make love to a man tied to the bed!" I swallowed deeply but for some reason didn't resist, after all she'd mentioned 'making love' hadn't she! Then she continued, "... and seeing as we've indulged so many of yours recently it only seems fair for me to get a go don't you think?"
I nodded dumbly as I suffered further breast distraction as her wrap gaped completely open in front of me. It was clear that she was only wearing a pair of lacy white panties underneath.
By now she'd finished tying my wrists together, and was starting to reach over me as she drew my hands above my head. Two things struck me immediately. One was that the fastening was fairly loose and I was pretty sure that I could wriggle out of the bindings if things got dodgy, hence my initial panic subsided quickly. I guessed that that was intentional. Astrid was good at thinking things through.
The second was that Astrid had made a tactical mistake in leaning over me because it brought one of her taut breasts in range of my mouth and I reached up and fastened onto it without delay, enjoying the feel of her smooth warm flesh in my mouth, and the instant response of her nipple to my tongue!
"Ohhhhhhhh... you little devil!" she complained throatily as she tied my bindings around the metal bed-head. It wasn't much of a protest though and it was soon obvious that she was in no rush to move back as she let me suckle on each breast in turn, letting out a series of little whimpers as I nibbled at her perky pink nipples! Maybe it hadn't been a tactical mistake after all!!
Finally she pulled away though and shrugged off the wrap completely, kneeling on the bed next to me.
"God, but you're beautiful!" I breathed without thinking. She was, she looked like a Norse goddess!
She sounded pleased though, "Well, thank you kind sir...you look pretty hunky yourself!" She added to the compliment by reaching down and stroking my stiff member, making it rise up even harder, "...and especially down here!"
We both smiled at each other a little self consciously perhaps before a mischievous grin spread over her narrow face and she lifted a leg to straddle my waist, easing herself backwards until she felt my stiff rod pushing up against her bum cheeks. She wriggled up against it a few times so that we both felt the magical contact and then lifted herself up and over it so that her white pantie clad crotch was now pushing up against it from the front.
