This is a fantasy story involving non-consent/reluctance. If you are bothered by or triggered by those things, please don't read any further. That being said, if you do like it, please comment. This is my first ever submission to Literotica and I'd love to hear your criticism or comments. Be a little gentle though, it's my first time.
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My job puts me in contact with and in command of a lot of men, mostly former military. I'm comfortable and easy with them in most cases and feel very at home. I've never been known as a girly-girly, jeans and tshirts are where it's at for me. I spent my days in control of every situation, in charge and always the boss bitch. Until I wasn't.
Craig was different from the beginning. He always gave me a mildly sardonic smile with a lifted brow when told what to do. He obeyed, however I got the feeling he often wanted to buck me but restrained himself. Because of that I was extra hard on him. My directions became orders, my orders became commands. And still, the faintest whiff of "why don't you make me" was infuriatingly present. It drove me crazy.
It didn't help matters that he was one of the most attractive men in my department. Tall, heavily muscled and deeply tanned in a way that spoke of outdoor work and heavy lifting, add some clear green eyes and a supremely masculine reddish blond beard, top it all with chiseled features and you have a show stopper.
I think the son of a bitch knew I found him attractive, no matter what lengths I went to to hide it. Anyway, I digress. This is about my complete breakdown of control, not the man who brought it about.
One week was absolute hell at work. Long hours, my boss breathing down my neck and me keeping my guys on task (and keeping the big boss away from them). Late that Friday, I asked for volunteers to stay and complete the project we were working on with me. To my complete and utter shock, Craig spoke up first and offered to stay.
I accepted and sent everyone else home, even though I wondered what his motivation was. He and I carried on working until late into the evening and were actually getting along quite well, making good progress on the final notes. Around 9pm I spoke up, and that's where the problems started.
"Craig, this is enough for tonight. Go ahead and head home. I'll finish up."
He looked up from what he was doing and caught my eye, "Boss, we are almost done." he said, "Let's just finish it out. No more than another hour and it's over." Now this was true and normally I would have just agreed and carried on, but something about this man just brought out the bitch that lives in my soul, so I decided to lay down the law.
"Craig, I said go home. Get your shit, I'll see you Monday." As I said this, I saw his expression change.
He cocked his head and lifted that damn brow at me. "Now, why would I want to leave when I've got your charming self here to keep me company?" he asked, slowly standing and stepping towards me, reaching down to slide the table between us out of the way. I felt a sharp spurt of fear and shoved my chair back, coming to my feet. He kept stepping towards me, smoothly backing me up until I felt the wall behind me.
He was only a foot or so away, looking down at me, so close I could smell him. His scent made me think of fresh cut hay and cedar, fresh and clean. I felt a sudden flash of excitement cut through my fear and was shocked at myself. God he was so BIG, so much taller than me. Why had I never noticed??
He took one more step towards me, into my space and I involuntarily stepped further away, bumping into the wall behind me. He grinned when he saw that and said, "What? Why don't you just order me to leave? I know how much you love to tell me what to do."
I tried to master my voice before I spoke, hoping it wouldn't tremble. "Craig, what are you doing? You need to back off."
He only smiled wider and shifted another inch closer. "Craig, I'm serious. Back OFF!" I said more forcefully, bringing my hands up to push against his shoulders as I said the last word.
Fast as a striking snake, he reached up and seized my hands in his. He jerked my hands up above my head, pinning them to the wall. I immediately tried to pull my hands free, but he clamped down on my wrists and laughed. Craig passed both my wrists into one of his huge, rough hands, holding them over my head effortlessly. He brought his other hand down, trailing it along the side of my face with suprising gentleness. "God you are fucking gorgeous." he said, "I've wanted to touch you every second of every day that I've seen you."
My breath quickened at his touch. I met his eyes and held them, knowing he could see the mix of fear and desire in mine just as clearly as I could see the determination in his.
He slid his hand around the side of my face to grip my hair and brought his face down to mine. His fingers fisted in my hair so harshly that I gasped, and when I did he kissed me. His beard was rough and the kiss was hard, rough and urgent. My fear was still there, but so was that thread of crazy excitement. Surely this wasn't happening? And in my own conference room with a man I had worked with for months? When he lifted his head slightly and broke the kiss, I spoke again. "Craig, please stop this! What are you doing?" He pulled his face slightly further away and looked into my eyes, his hand still fisted in my hair while he answered.
"Boss, I think we both know what I'm doing; whatever the fuck I want. I like the way the word please sounds when you say it, though. We'll need some more of that."
