A Somewhat-Sex Contract (before it was fashionable and the Mayan Calendar hysteria was in full swing) Several Years Earlier
Bree entered her small office with the routine heels click-clack and the scent of a new day. She dropped her purse on her crowded desk and by rote reached into her change purse for caffeine money. It was when she stopped to yawn, the crisp, purple-yellow, parchment paper jumped from the center of the only clear space next to her computer. She picked it up carefully and took in what it read:
"I, Bree Strong, do hereby agree with serious penalties to be determined at a later date to
DO
anything
Quaid Daniels, here-to-fore known as Master, requests. This agreement is to conclude on December 22nd, 2012, since the world ends on December 21st, 2012. If at such time "Master" may at his sole discretion choose to extend this contract till Death. If said End of World does not come to pass. By signature I agree to the terms and conditions set forth here-in.
_______________________________________ 8/18/09"
She laughed to herself at such a ballsy maneuver on Quaid's part-especially since he was president of the subsidiary, Mulligan Corporation, located seaside in the Country. Anyone could have found it and made drama over it. He always reminded her of her accomplishments and the distance she had come since she had first entered the corporate world of Mulholland Industries whenever she was scared and at a loss for logic. She could be herself-as ridiculous or mature-and that connection ran deep with her.
She quelled her feelings within-reminded herself of her responsibilities-and focused on the morning.
She placed the document in the empty bottom tray of a stacked system next to her computer. As she continued on her caffeine mission, she noticed a pen stuck to the tray system outside her door.
He was an insistent one!
He excited her, but she kept it at bay.
He was so high profile, it could be messy.
She forced it from her mind.
She thrilled at the joke and cherished the friendship.
Magnolia Motel, in the City, Years Earlier, Lunchtime
"How many dicks have you sucked this week?" Quaid Daniels' deep voice growled into her left ear as he bent to make sure she focused on his words. She had a funny habit of losing herself into the scene and not listening to what he said, the ruler-with whom she had become close friends- helped keep her on the edge of focus and oblivion.
Bree was tied to a large, stainless steel, tall stool. Her arms tied to the front, her ankles tied to the back, with her glistening, smooth holes spread open in the middle. They had the Rumpus Room-a place for all kinds of play and furniture set for the best penetration and bondage. The scent of the room was fresh linen with an undercurrent of stale sex and antibacterial agents.
She paused in pensive delight. The 4 inch, black metal ruler hit her backside and then her pussy with a force that took her breath away. She looked to her left as he grasped her light brown hair and pulled her head and neck upward.
"Have there been so many you've fucking lost count?" He released her hair and ran his left fingertips down her back to make sure he hit every spot that set her off. She shuddered in response.
"Zero, "she replied meekly as she felt herself relax into the multiples and his dominance. "I've wanted to suck ten...I just didn't have time. My team and I had a bid to get out."
He touched the ruler to her left ear. "Good Girl, I knew you could be honest. You should've made the time, but I know you can't handle the responsibility of your desires. Who handles them?"
He slid two of his large, calloused fingers into the naturally over-lubricated vaginal opening and felt her grasp him with excited pleasure-she loved penetration. He slowly moved his fingers in a swivel with a slow in and out. Her breathing changed into a long awaited moan. She exhaled so fully he realized she was in her truest comfortable state at last-he had worried she wouldn't get there before their time was done for that rendezvous.
"You handle them," she answered in a seductive voice. His touch, his voice, his proximity always released her from herself. "You know what I need."
He withdrew his fingers as she came in a gush that spilled all over the cheap, torn black carpet. He stepped aside, dropped the ruler, and began to spank her with his left, in forcefully controlled swats.
She embraced the electric sting his flesh to hers gave her. The thrill of his touch was beyond comprehension as she let go into the trusting, loving understanding they shared. She metaphorically ran into his safety.
He alternated cheeks as well as instruments until her orgasms had become so great he worried she would pass out. It excited him in curious wonder how she desired him to do such to her. Her small frame against his large one, her youth to his wisdom, their mutual lust, the years of subtlety and conversation, her hesitation, his distant protection of her, and then so much changed in one instant.
He dropped the belt, at last, and slammed into her with his protected dick and finished her off with a deep penetration that spent them both. Her legs shook so badly after he released her from the spanking stool, she sat in a punishment chair for a few moments to calm down. She would feel it for weeks and the imprints of his hands would take months to fade-it thrilled her even more. He kissed her gently on the forehead and lips. Her eyes were so blue that it reminded him of the Pacific. She gazed at him with a cock drunk expression then leaned forward and gave his dick one last kiss before he slipped it into his trousers.
As they dressed in the afterglow quiet, they side-eyed each other until she broke the silence. "I can't sign it-I'm not in the right head space."
He pulled her young, firm bust contained in a gun-metal gray bra into his older, muscular chest with a sea of white chest hair as he growled, "Fucking sign it."
He kissed her hard since they knew not when they would meet next.
Steel and Glass Pie, In the Country, Early Afternoon
"Have you ever been to The Triangle?" the driver inquired and glanced at her from the rearview. The traffic nonexistent as he drove the fancy white sedan into the long tunneled entrance for The Triangle, Mulligan Corporation's steel and glass headquarters.
She held brief eye contact-sunglasses to sunglasses. She shook her head as her tight bun made her scalp ache. "No, this would be my first time. "
They sat in the darkness with only the echo of transport as background noise. She had taken the train from the City since most of the roads had been washed out from the last Sea Storm. She was only slightly nervous, but did her best not to show it. Soon it was daylight again as they exited the tunnel and the largest slice of steel and glass pie she had ever seen was ahead.
They stopped at the security gate and her window rolled down so she could identify herself. "Bree Strong, Mulholland Industries." She handed her black ID card to the guard in blue, who took it for view and records. "I'm here for a meeting on the fifteenth floor with Dr. Archie Heart."
"You are cleared, Ms. Strong. Once you check in with Reception, they will instruct you on how to find Dr. Archie." The guard gave her ID card back and then stepped back to his booth and pressed the button to open the large iron gates. She placed the black card back in her purse and relaxed as her window rolled up. She felt anxious and her stomach churned, but her face was a mask of calm and surety. It was such a slim chance to see him, her crystal blue-eyed lover.
She felt his palm to her face and his voice in her head. It had been over a month since they had seen each other.
"Baby, I will release you. Soon. All that pressure, want, and need will flow out of you like your biggest cum. Just a little longer, Dear, and you will be better."
She adjusted in her seat as the driver brought her to the Reception door. As she got out and took in the smell of wisteria from around the massive structure, she kept a calm stride into the large sliding doors. She fought for balance on her red Stiletto shoes. She needed to cum in the worst way. The thoughts, the hallucinations of him, had brought her to sexual wrought. She focused on the visit with the company doctor.
Dr. Heart was the company doctor for Mulholland Industries and all subsidiaries. It kept fees at bay and held convenience to not miss work. Usually, Dr. Heart was around the plant she worked at, but not for today's appointment. She felt very well, except for the desire that consumed her in every waking thought. A very certain result of her recent procedure. The pressure in her womb and veins made her dizzy. She began to feel the weight of the fatigue of keeping such a staunch and silent front for weeks at work, in life, everything had become so confidential, the solitude hurt.
She was sent to the fifteenth floor and left the large, brown elevator in silence as she walked down a hallway that smelled of fresh cut grass and held a disco era tune in the same elevator music she heard as she traveled up. She wondered where he was in the building.
