I could have placed this work under a few categories but choose erotic encounters even though it contains some kink and some aspects of relinquished control. This is a story of a woman coming to terms with her dark desires. It is best to read these chapters in order.
I would be remiss once again, if I did not call out my editor, Kinji Sato, who continues to make my stories better. Why he puts up with my terrible grammar is beyond me.
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Scott Williams sat at his desk, reviewing a prospectus. A gentle knock on the open door to his office brought his eyes up. Melody Chen stood in the doorway. Melody was his personal assistant. A PA was one of the perks of being a partner in the firm, his spacious corner office was another. His first apartment had been smaller.
"Yes?" Scott asked.
"A Ms. Pritchert is here to see you." The disdain in Melody's voice was hard to ignore. She took her role as gatekeeper to her boss seriously.
"She says you asked her to come in, yet I don't have her on your calendar." Her face clearly displaying her annoyance that someone would try to bluff their way past her.
"It's all right, Melody. Show her in, please."
Connie swept past Melody without even a glance at the petite woman.
"Scott!" Connie gushed, with just the right amount of heat to let Melody know that she knew Scott on a personal level. She flung her coat and purse onto the leather sofa by the window, as she moved towards Scott.
Connie had dressed to impress. Her dress was a deep green that hung to the middle of her thighs. The bust line drooping tantalizingly to show off the generous curve of her full breasts. The gold locket that hung between them caught the light every so often as she moved. Her blonde hair hung in a soft wave to her shoulders, setting off the deep, even tan on her face. Her dancer's body caused the dress to cling to every curve, flaring just right as her long legs carried her forward. She smiled at Scott, as she swung around the corner of his desk.
Scott smiled warmly at his wife's best friend. He knew she loved to tease, and today's performance was just as much for his young assistant, as it was for him. He enjoyed watching her move, as many men did. Her grace and poise gave off just the right amount of sexual energy to entice, but not overwhelm.
But for Scott, it was her eyes that he thought made her sexy. Deep-brown, soulful eyes contrasted beautifully with her golden hair. They seemed to have an inner fire to them, whenever she spoke directly to him. As they did now.
Donna kissed his cheek, then spun back to the sofa.
"So, what was so serious you wanted to meet in your office and not your home?" Her eyes suddenly tightened with recognition. "It's about Donna, isn't it?"
Scott walked to the door and gently shut it. The door settled into its seals. Like the other three partners' offices, his was soundproofed. A lot of confidential conversations had happened in this room.
"I really don't know where to begin, but yes, it is about Donna."
Scott took a seat on the sofa, Connie settled down next to him.
"I..." Scott began, but now that she was here, he didn't know how to phrase his questions. For all his success in business, when it came to his personal life, his articulate manner faded to the background, leaving him stumbling over his words.
Donna placed her hand on his arm gently. "Whatever it is, I promise, I won't judge you or her."
Scott nodded, then after taking a deep breath, dove into the deep end. "Is Donna having an affair?"
His words spilled out before he could put them into context.
Donna's eyes widened, then she turned away for a moment. When she turned back, the pain in Scott's eyes almost broke her heart.
"Oh Scott," she said, caressing his arm.
"She has been behaving so strangely the past few months," Scott continued.
As if a door had been kicked open, all his fears poured out.
"Evening meetings that have lasted long into the night. And when she comes home from them, she is distracted, distant."
Donna nodded but kept quiet, letting him unburden himself.
"I have found her more than once, staring off into space, with a look of longing. When I ask what is wrong, she tells me it's nothing. But I know something has changed."
Scott took a deep breath to calm himself, then turned to Connie.
"You're her best friend, you know her better than me. Can you tell me what is going on?" His eyes were more pleading than his tone.
Donna considered for a moment how to answer. Of course, she knew, but should she tell Scott? And if she did, how to help him understand. For all his shortcomings in the bedroom, Connie knew Scott was a devoted husband and father.
Connie stood and walked over to the window that looked over the assistant's desk that sat just outside the door. She didn't see Melody there, but wouldn't put it past her to be lingering. Turning the rod located at the side of the window, Connie closed the blinds.
"Scott," she started, moving back to the couch to stand before him. "Let me start by stating the obvious. Donna loves you. And I love you both."
Tears welled at the corner of Scott's eyes. Connie sat back on the sofa next to him, her arm resting gently on his shoulders.
"Donna is ... coming to terms with who she is," Connie continued.
"I don't understand," Scott said, confusion marked on his face. "She's my wife, mother to our children."
Connie nodded. "That she is. She is also a very passionate, sensual woman."
Scott nodded, the dread he had felt earlier, returning.
Connie decided to take a different tack.
"Scott, how would you describe your sex life?"
"What?"
"How would you describe your sex life?" Connie repeated. "Is it spontaneous? Adventurous? Hot? Steamy? Or would you say it is more conservative? Predictable?"
"Why are you asking?"
"Before my divorce, I would have said our sex life lacked a certain amount of...heat." Connie moved her hand to hold Scott's, as she continued. "I thought it was normal, that it was what was expected. It was only after I caught him cheating that I..." She took a deep breath. "That I wasn't what he wanted."
"What man wouldn't want you?" Scott blushed, as soon as he said it, wondering now if she thought he was making a pass at her.
Connie smiled. "You're sweet Scott, thank you."
Connie waited now; would Scott answer her question. She saw him struggle to find the answer.
"Boring," Scott finally said. "I would say our sex life is boring." He hung his head slightly.
Connie nodded. "Most married couples fall into that trap, I am afraid to say." Connie put her fingers under his chin to lift his head up. "Donna doesn't want boring, she wants more. She is trying to figure out what more means for her."
"So, she is having an affair." Scott sighed. "And it's my...inadequate performance that is driving her away."
"Scott. Donna has never told me you were anything but a kind and gentle lover. This isn' about you per se. It's about her sexuality."
Connie took out her phone, then faced Scott.
"I want to show you a few things. I want you to keep an open mind. Don't jump to conclusions. And when I ask you questions about what you are about to see, please be honest. Honest with yourself."
Scott swallowed twice, then nodded.
Connie clicked on a video on her phone and handed it to Scott.
The first thing he noticed was the website name that hosted the site. His taste in porn was quite pedestrian. What he saw on the screen was far from his definition of sex. He shifted uncomfortably as he watched.
On the screen a young girl was bent over the knees of an older gentleman. Her skirt was bunched at her waist. The man was spanking her. The volume was low, but he could hear the slap of his hand on her flesh. He heard her cry out, then to his amazement, moan in pleasure. The video played on for a few minutes more before Connie took it from him.
"Have you ever seen a scene like that before?"
Scott shook his head, not trusting his voice. He felt strange with having watched it, doubly so, with Connie sitting next to him.
Connie chose another clip and gave the phone back to Scott.
In this clip a woman, in her early thirties, Scott thought, was standing before a sink, naked from the waist down. A man stood to one side, spanking each cheek of her ass. As the clip progressed, her cheeks turned redder, her legs spread wider. Scott noticed two things. First, she was definitely enjoying it. Second, he felt his cock begin to harden.
"Did you notice her arousal, Scott?" Connie asked, as he continued to watch the clip play out. "See how wet she became the longer the spanking went on?"
Scott nodded. He had noticed. He couldn't take his eyes off the woman. The words being said on the clip were in a language he didn't recognize. The words didn't seem to matter; the woman was getting off being spanked. The man never touched her in any sexual way, yet Scott was sure she was about to climax. A few minutes later, she did. Loudly.
"How did that make you feel?" Connie asked, seeing the heat of embarrassment in his cheeks.
"Strange," Scott managed to croak past the tightness in his throat. "I didn't know that...that pain like that could make someone cum."
Connie saw the effect the video had on him. She moved her hand to grasp his hard cock through his slacks.
