Silent Revenge

Jake closed his eyes and moaned softly, letting himself be guided by his pleasure. He was in his own private world, wrapped in a blanket of warmth despite the cold air on his skin. His hormones had taken control for the last few minutes, and he now growled as he felt a tsunami begin between his legs.

Emma had arrived early, unannounced, in his office. At 7:30, no one else was in the office, and no one would be for another thirty minutes. This was the perfect time for Jake to catch up on emails and plan meetings, the ideal hobby for startup entrepreneurs. Today was a big day; some potential investors would be coming, and everything had to be perfect. A show of knowledge, of wealth. He was someone who was to be important.

He set the bar high; he wanted his workers to get the job done, to do wild hours, putting it down to being part of the team. He had dreams of success in Silicon Valley and thought his next web service might land him there. Of course, he had the same dream the last five times, too, but this time it would be different.

She hadn't said a word. She arrived in his office, her long black hair flowing over a raincoat and seductively revealing that she had absolutely nothing on underneath. He felt his blood rush when she revealed herself--her perfect curves, the magic of how she walked. She was the "hot girlfriend," he joked, who would make investors turn their heads.

Today was different. She pulled back when he leaned forward to kiss her, pushing him firmly into his office chair. Without a single word, she undid his tie and unbuttoned his shirt, revealing his torso, well kept, waxed... After all, appearances were everything in this line of work.

Then she took control, pulling him up, using their play rope hidden in her pocket to secure his hands on a pipe on the ceiling. Normally it was her that wore the rope, but not today. For once, he was helpless, the object of her desire. She had kept him busy with her mouth, her tongue, her fingers... Now, holding her body tight against his, her naked body pressed against his back, her tongue licking his ear, and her hand caressing his cock, faster and faster, his submissive partner now switching roles, taking control, getting what she wanted. Drunk with excitement, Jake began to close his eyes, mumbling, « I'm coming, I'm coming!! ». She let him climax, several shots of his seed ejected from his manhood, making small white puddles on the desk.

Jake moaned as his orgasm subsided, his brain beginning to regain control if his body, the cord holding his weight as he almost collapsed. She had tied his hands well, a sophisticated knot. Now all that was left was for her to untie him, giving him a few minutes to clean up before the day would start. Emma released her grip, sliding her nails onto his naked skin as she moved in front of him, her piercing black eyes looking deep into his, into his soul.

"You can untie me now," he whispered, having only just regained his breath. Emma took a step forward, her nails slowly scratching up his arms, leaving a slight white trail as they progressed. Her hands reached the knots and tugged, verifying that it was still done up tight. When she was satisfied, she took a step back. Jake felt the first sting of fear; something wasn't right.

She stared at him, a cold and dark stare. Her hand plunged deep into her pocket, producing a small pile of papers. She walked over to the front of his desk and turned to look at him. Her smile had gone, and her eyes were deep pools of cold fury. She lifted the first piece of paper; a photo of Jake in the arms of another young woman with short blonde hair. She let go. His sentencing began with a deafening silence comparable to a judge's hammer falling. The photo fell softly onto the desk, the edge falling into a small puddle of his seed, the paper slowly soaking up his desire.

The following picture was of him naked, the same blonde covering his torso with kisses.

"Emma, I can explain..."

Her gaze didn't change, her eyes as cold as the outside temperature, and Jake found himself shivering from the cold of the air, but also from the fury in her eyes. The next photo fell to the desk, landing close to the first. The following photo was more explicit: the same short blonde hair, her mouth busy with his manhood, while a brunette kissed his lips. There was no denying it, the same tattoo on his arm sealed his fate.

"Emma, please... Listen... "

Another dozen photos were produced, and laid out in front of him. it was easy to make out at least four different people. She produced a key from her pocket, the key to his flat. It made a metallic clang as it bounced on the desk.

"Emma! Untie me, and we can talk about this."

Emma didn't. She looked over him one last time, ensuring he was as helpless as possible.

"Untie me! Right fucking now!"

Deep within the privacy of her own head, she laughed at this view. Here he was, tied to the ceiling, his pants down to his ankles, and the proof of his cheating on the table. She enjoyed watching him try and wriggle his way out of his inescapable prison; each minute he spent in that position made him more and more desperate. It was a pitiful sight. He could have had it all, but now she didn't care. She had shed tears when she found out, but kept it a secret. She continued to give him her body, fueled by the thought of a perfect vengeance. Today, she was free. She buttoned up her raincoat and tied the belt, looking up to check the knots. When satisfied, she looked one last time into his eyes and turned to leave. Hidden from sight, she smiled as she walked through the office, her ears ringing with the sounds of Jake begging and then screaming, a sweet sound that continued long into the corridor for all to hear.