Layla kept her head glued to her screen all day every day since the attack, she refused to even lift her eyes when addressed by a colleague, giving clipped abrupt answers to any questions directed at her. She had asked herself so many time how she felt about what happened, but the answers were too conflicted. She felt guilt; she had enjoyed it, and not just towards the end. She shouldn't have enjoyed it, she had a boyfriend and she didn't want to hurt him. She felt shame; shame at having enjoyed the forceful way that he took her, shame that he knew she enjoyed it, shame that even her shame turned her on.
The only way she could think to fix the situation was to avoid him, not even let herself get into a situation where she could be alone with him, pretend it never happened.
But Carl had very different plans for her. He had experienced a very different few days; every moment of the episode in the meeting room was etched into his mind. But the experience wasn't water to pour onto the fire of his need, it was fuel; he wanted her more than ever now.
He had shown her a part of his nature that was previously hidden to even his closest friends and he had no intention of stopping now. His hand went casually to his jacket pocket, to the small box that nestled within. He raised his eyes and looked across the office towards her, as he had on so many occassions these last few days. All he could see was the bright red of her hair, her monitor hid her face away, a smile crossed his face and an amusing thought made its way lazily across his mind; she thinks she can hide from me.
Carl knew what she was doing, he had figured her pattern yesterday; going to the bathroom only when someone else did, going for lunch and breaks with that one friend of hers whom side she never left, even going to the printing room only when someone else was in there! But he had felt the way she held him at their climax and the way she nestled onto him afterwards; under her guilt and her shame she wanted this, she only needed...coaxing.
It was this knowledge that led him to be poised with his work phone, watching Layla and her friend Leanne head off to the bathroom together. He called Leanne and told her that she had an urgent call from a customer; this lie could easily be written off with the story that the customer got sick of waiting and must have hung up. When he saw Leanna returning, alone, he knew he had his chance. He waited in the narrow corridor for Layla to emerge and when she came out of the ladies bathroom he took her hand and pulled her quickly into a storage room and put his hand over her mouth. The sliver of light from the crack in the door illuminated one of her eyes, it was wide and full of fear.
Layla didn't struggle, she was rigid and breath came quick and fretfully through her nose onto his fingers. Carl slowly peeled his fingers away one at a time and placed one over his mouth; "Shhh Layla, not a sound, there's something you are going to do for me."
Her look of fear became one of petulance and anger and she replied, "I've told you many time I hate being told what to do!"
He couldn't help it, this was Layla to the core, full of fight, he smiled and slowly took the box from his pocket and opened it. In the gloom she could just see a small egg shape, glistening with some kind of oil.
"Then I won't tell you what to do. I won't tell, I won't ask, I won't suggest or plead. I will make you do what I wish." And without further word or warning he took the egg in one hand letting the box drop, put a strong forearm across her neck and chest and pushed her back against the wall. His hand pushed up under the bottom of her dress and pushed aside her pants. Now her struggles started as she felt his hand on her skin, she tried to close her legs but his strong thigh was there holding her apart, her hands gripped his shoulders and his chest and then his hair trying to fight him off; but this time, the ordeal was over almost as quickly as it had become.
His hand held the egg, slick and oiled inside her pants against her pussy, she wasn't prepared for this but Carl was, he had lubricated the egg in preparation and even though in her unarounsed state it was a tight squeeze, with enough force he pushed the object inside her. Layla grunted in a twinge of pain and then felt herself free of his grip, panting heavily and leaning back against the wall. She looked on in shock as Carl straightened her dress, then smoothed down her ruffled hair and actually smiled at her!
He opened the door and stood between her and the bathroom, shepherding her back towards the office and her desk. Layla walked on shaky legs, unsure what on earth had just happened and why he had done what he just did, but back to the office was away from him so she let herself be led back out to the safety of the busy office.
Carl walked slowly and calmy to his desk, a peace coming over him at that small expression of dominance and control. He sat and looked over at Layla, this time she was not hiding, but rather looking at him in confusion and shock. He reached into the inside pocket of his grey suit jacket, a very slow, deliberate movement and let her see the small black item that he removed and held in his hand. He looked down at the item, it had a small circular dial and one green button. The dial was currently set to 0 and went up to 10, he smiled and turned the dial to 2, looked up to Layla and held her gaze as he pressed the green button once.
At her desk Layla felt a small shock, like a single jolt of electricity through her pelvis and inside her, she jumped and made a small squeek or surprise. Leanne looked over at her with an indulgent smile, Layla's habit of dancing around in her chair making odd little twitches had hidden what had really happened. She breathed deep and looked over at Carl, the jolt had come from the object he'd forced inside her! She watched as he slowly moved his finger back toward the green button, she shook her head, her face fixed in a pleading expression.
He pressed the button again, this time for two seconds before releasing.
Layla had just enough time to grip the arms of her chair as she felt the jolt through her body again, she jumped in her chair halfway through and the egg moved slightly inside her, the change in sensation made her legs shudder for a second before the vibrations stopped again. She held tight onto the arms of her chair and her heart raced, these new sensations lingering in her body, small trembles and waves that left her reeling.
