Author's Note: This is a fantasy scenario, rape is always wrong and sex should only be between consenting partners. Hope you enjoy responsibly.
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Chris had at first assumed she'd gotten the job just because she was a woman. Their firm was top notch, but it was almost all male, and it was beginning to look bad. When they brought in a new female manager to replace their retiring one, he figured she would be a dumb ditz. He was wrong, but it didn't annoy him any less. He knew there were better men for the job, even if she was a hard worker.
She worked late most days. Didn't have much of a social life. They were the last ones remaining in the building one night before a long weekend. She was in her private office, tie off and the first few buttons of her shirt undone, reading reports when he knocked lightly on her door. "You going home soon, boss? Bet your boyfriend wants you home."
"No boyfriend, and I'm not leaving, but you're welcome to if you want." She didn't even look up, which was for the best. She wasn't at all prepared for when he pulled her hands behind her back and zip tied them together.
"The fuck!" she screamed when he grabbed her, stomping her kitten heel on his foot. He replied with a grunt and shoved her head down on her desk.
"Don't fight and this will go better for you," he said in a smooth, calm voice. "Yell all you want, but no one can hear you, and you'll be punished."
She was petite and, though not unhealthy, had all the physique that a normal office worker would. He was tall, broad shouldered, and spent lunch hours at the gym. She knew there was no way she was getting away from him, but she fought on instinct and for the sake of it. "Let go of me or I'm going to the cops!"
He held her down with one hand and delivered a stinging spanking to her ass with the other. She yelped in pain each time his hand made contact. "You're going to obey me either way," he said as he grabbed her thick brown hair and pulled her to her feet. "Come, missy. You're new but it's time someone taught you how things work here."
She whimpered and fought against the zip tie holding her arms behind her back, but it was no use. All she could do was try to follow him quickly enough that he didn't hurt her. He dragged her into the bullpen and shoved her into a chair. She was shaking now, but she glared at him and started to stand up. A quick backhanded slap knocked her down and she stayed put.
"Now, listen. You might be our boss but none of us here like taking orders from a woman." He grabbed her chin and forced her to look into his eyes. "I don't know what they were thinking of hiring a little thing like you, but you shouldn't have taken the job."
She didn't reply, she was trying to think of a way out. Could she disable him long enough to grab a scissor, cut herself loose, and make a run for it? Get her hands on a phone and covertly dial 911?
He slapped her again. "Pay attention when I'm talking to you!"
"Stop it!" she cried. "Why are you doing this to me?"
It was at that point she noticed the tent he was pitching. His dick was straining against his pants. "No, no, you can't."
He laughed. "What are you going to do about it?"
"I-I'll quit," she said. She didn't mean it but maybe he would believe her.
"Fat chance, they'll just bring in another broad, and she might not have half your wits." He licked his lips. "Or that gorgeous body."
She swallowed. "Please. I don't know why you're doing this, but you don't have to. I'll do anything you want."
"What I want," he said, gripping her hair again, but gently this time. "Is that pretty little mouth of yours wrapped around my dick."
She looked from his crotch to his eyes and nodded, unable to speak. He smiled a cruel smile and let go of his hair. "Yes, the good little girl is starting to understand her place. With one hand, he released his cock.
