Hello!
I write a wide variety of stories, some lighter in tone, some darker.
This is just fair warning for people who enjoy my lighter stories that this story is dark, filthy, and extreme.
In particular, has some extreme humiliation and domination themes. If those things make you uncomfortable, one of my other stories might be more your speed!
I hope you enjoy!
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Everyone has their own reasons for the decisions they make in life. Some people are motivated by glory. They want to be widely known and admired. Others are motivated by love; They want to find their soulmate and live in harmony.
Eliza Meyer had always thought that people with nobler motivations had a better chance of reaching happiness. A sort of karma, although she didn't think in exactly those terms. She herself had only the purest desires. She wanted love. She wanted to help her fellow man. She wanted to make a difference in the world. And her good intentions had awarded her with a good life. She had married Mr. Right, got a job at a prestigious accounting firm in the HR department, bought a beautiful house, and was already choosing decorating options for the future nursery.
She didn't attribute all of her good luck to her motivations, but she tended to believe that doing things for the right reasons led to better results.
On a Friday afternoon about six months after her wedding, Eliza ran a few copies of the revised breakroom fridge rules. She radiated the cool, confident calm that had been her trademark since junior high. Many of her detractors and even some of her friends in college had called her "The Ice Queen", although that was only partially because of her unshakeable poise. Her looks also added to the impression, with her tall, supermodel build, straight, glossy dark hair, and skin so pale that it almost had a translucent glow, she looked like radiant, icy royalty as well.
As she waited for her copies to complete, Eliza caught a glance of Gene across the office floor and shuddered.
Eliza, like all decent people, was motivated by pure desires. But other people were driven by... baser urges. Lust. Gluttony. Petty spitefulness. Gene Crowder was like the poster child for all the less savory motivations that could carry you through life. The very sight of him was repugnant to Eliza. He was an older man in his mid-forties, with a hanging gut, thinning hair, and a perpetual broad, leering grin that showcased his gold-capped tooth. As if he somehow sensed her eyes on him even from this distance, he glanced up from the secretary he was bothering.
And winked.
Eliza stiffened in affront, wondering whether this constituted a violation of the no-contact order. But before she could even think about it further, she heard a warm voice in her ear say, "Fancy meeting you here! What are the odds?"
With her usual self-possession, Eliza turned smoothly to her husband with a raised eyebrow. "At the copier?" she asked dryly. "I would say the odds are pretty good."
"Can't you ever jump like a normal person?" asked David with a roguish smile. "I really thought I had you that time. You were staring into space and..." He turned to look in the direction that Eliza had been looking. Eliza tried to grab his arm to distract him, but it was too late. David saw Gene across the office and his sunny expression went sour. Well, perfect, there went his mood for the rest of the day.
Eliza's husband had a complicated relationship with Gene. Well, no, that was inaccurate. Their relationship was actually dead simple. They loathed each other. Before she married him, David used to come home from work every day with stories about how Gene tried to haze and bully him. It had become a sort of personal crusade for David to defeat and one-up Gene. Eliza used to think it was a little... silly. Gene was no doubt abrasive, rude, and competitive, but surely David was exaggerating the horror stories he told.
Then Eliza finally got a job in the same office as David and saw the truth for herself. If anything, David had probably been underselling the lengths Gene would go to to annoy and tear her husband down. But her arrival had felt like a good opportunity. As a member of the HR department, she would be able to call Gene into her office and force him to shape up.
Doing so turned out to be a major mistake.
In addition to being a swaggering bully, Gene was a serial sexual harasser. Most of the old-school creeps like him had been cleared out long ago as workplace harassment became less and less acceptable, but Gene was a cockroach... the one percent of germs the hand sanitizer didn't kill. He was careful and subtle. He knew exactly where the line was and exactly how to toe it.
And the fact that Eliza was the fiance of his biggest target made her his new project. His visits to her office became a daily affair. His eyes wandered, but not in a way that could be proven. He used double entendres that could have, if reported, been easily explained away. The fact that it was widely known that David hated Gene actually made it harder to report his behavior... It could be seen as a weaponization of Eliza's position in HR.
Eliza knew she was being used as a pawn in Gene's ongoing rivalry with her fiance. Both she and Gene knew that if David heard about the way Gene was openly, aggressively flirting with his fiance, he would be furious. That was the entire point of the exercise.
So Eliza simply didn't tell David. That seemed the easiest way to solve the problem. Once Gene realized that his little plan was a flop, he would lose interest and look for a new way to fuck with David.
So Eliza was subjected to weeks of demeaning flirtation from her fiance's worst enemy. Things came to a head when David accidentally walked into Eliza's office while Gene was giving a long-winded, leering speech about "pretty young women" who were "wasting their lives with wimpy betas".
Long story short, David instantly understood the situation, snapped, and punched Gene's lights out.
As much as Eliza disapproved of violence as a solution to life's problems, things had actually worked out. Eliza had been worried that David would be fired, but it seemed like her explanation of the circumstances rang true to the head of HR. David wasn't fired... but neither was Gene. At least not right away. Because the dispute involved a member of HR, and the evidence against Gene was slim, the entire issue had become an intense investigation, with both Gene and David being put on probation.
But things looked promising. Although he was always covering his tracks, practically everyone in the office had circumstantial evidence about how much of a creep Gene was. As the investigation worked slowly, it became more and more clear to Eliza that David would receive a slap on the wrist and Gene would be fired. The company needed to cover their legal bases first, but she was confident everything would land in their favor.
"Was he looking at you?" asked David as his face clouded over. "Did he try to speak to you or something? God, I'm ready for round two. I'm going to punch that smug look right off his face again."
"No you aren't," said Eliza firmly, physically turning her husband's face back to her. "You're going to patiently wait until the HR investigation finds in our favor, and then..." She looked around slyly and whispered in his ear, "...Then we're going to celebrate. With champagne."
David grinned at her and said, "Yes, ma'am. May I have a kiss to make me forget that troll?"
"HR policy forbids public displays of affection," said Eliza airly, then gave him a quick peck anyway. "Now get back to work. I need to hang up these notices and stop the fridge bandit." She bit her lip, holding up the stern notice on only eating food that you brought and labeled as your own.
David snorted with amusement. "I can only hope we catch that menace before they strike again," he said dryly. "I'll see you later, Sweetie." He cast one more venomous glance across the office, but Gene was no longer hanging out at the secretary's desk. "Try to to look at him. Or even think about him, ok?"
"That goes for you too," said Eliza gently, patting her husband on the arm, "You can't let him get under your skin like this." She knew that this process had been hard for David. Her husband trusted her implicitly, but Gene had been dropping infuriating hints to anyone who would listen that the reason Eliza had kept his visits quiet was that she welcomed his advances. David's loathing for his older rival was so deep that just the thought of Gene pursuing her was enough to drive him into a white-hot rage.
David huffed, smiled at Eliza to let her know it wasn't her he was angry at, and moved off toward his desk.
Eliza moved toward the breakroom. She started a cup of coffee brewing, then dutifully posted the notice on the outside of the fridge. With a sly look behind her to make sure that no one else was in the breakroom, she opened the fridge to see if there was anything good inside.
Yes, Eliza Meyer herself was the culprit in the ongoing food thefts. Although in her mind even calling them that was blowing the issue out of proportion. It wasn't like she was ever taking anyone's whole lunch. She would just sample little bits of food that looked interesting. She did it more for the thrill than anything. One naughty little secret that no one knew except her and her husband. There wasn't much interesting today... except for the fact that someone had bought a new bottle of creamer.
Perfect. A little treat to supplement her morning coffee, and it would be very difficult to prove that any was missing.
Eliza grabbed her steaming cup of coffee and popped open the cap of the bottle of creamer, pouring a small portion of cool, off-white cream into her coffee. She glanced at the bottle and wrinkled her nose a little. "Mixed Nuts" didn't sound like an appetizing flavor.
But when she took an experimental sip, her eyebrows rose in appreciation. It was a delicious combination of salty and sweet. She might need to "borrow" some of this tomorrow as well.
Eliza went about her day, forgetting about the creamer. But when she had her second cup of coffee in the afternoon she remembered. Since the breakroom was empty again, she took a little more creamer.
It was just as good the second time.
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Eliza moaned against her husband's lips as he thrust inside her, slow and deep and tender. His hand sought hers and their fingers entwined. David's breaths were getting deeper and shakier. Their tongues slipped against each other in warm, loving passion.
David came, pulling away from the kiss and letting out a ragged gasp. Eliza smiled up at him, flexing and working her hips through his orgasm to give her man the deep, satisfying climax he deserved. She could feel him twitching deep inside her as he bent back down to resume their kiss.
After a few minutes of sweet nothings and cuddling, Eliza excused herself to the bathroom to clean up. She loved her husband and enjoyed the intimate, loving act of sex with him, but she could really do without this part.
