This story picks up exactly where the last one left off, and it really won't make a lot of sense if read out of order.
I realize I should have clarified this with the previous chapter, but this is a story about a man dominating a beautiful, intelligent woman.
If that idea offends you, this is probably not your cup of tea.
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Courtney lay naked, her breathing ragged, on the cold floor of Ishan's private workroom at Versitec headquarters. It had been nearly ten minutes since he'd left, and the fog that had filled her mind since she'd seen him walking towards her had finally begun to lift.
In its place came a dull ringing as the realization of what she had done came rushing in. She had cheated on the world's most amazing boyfriend. She knew she could never tell Conrad! It wasn't just that it would break his heart. How on earth could she ever explain what happened here?!
Come to think of it, did it even count as cheating if you never got to kiss the guy you were cheating with? Never even saw his bare chest, let alone his dick? She thought she knew the answer.
Courtney lifted herself up and reached for the dress she'd so eagerly thrown to the ground. She slipped it on, along with her heels and the necklace Ishan had removed. Finally, she retrieved the purse she'd dropped when she first walked into the room and withdrew a compact mirror.
After she had fixed her hair and makeup as best she could, she took a deep breath, turned the door handle and headed back up the hallway towards the party.
She felt like she'd left it during another lifetime. A life where she was Courtney fucking Madden, one of the most sought after professors in the academic world. A woman who, with a scathing remark, could make misogynistic men at sketchy dive bars shrink away with their tails between their legs. A woman who made boisterous college seniors shift uncomfortably in their seats with a gaze that told them she knew exactly what they'd been staring at while she wrote on the blackboard.
That life seemed a distant memory now. Oddly, she didn't feel dirty or debased. Perhaps it was merely a post-orgasm buzz, but aside from her guilt, the only emotion she was experiencing was excitement.
Many men had attempted to convince her to give being submissive in bed a try, but it had never worked. She'd once agreed to have her hands tied to an ex's headboard, but the experiment had ended when he nervously asked for permission to enter her. Courtney had rolled her eyes, slipped her hands free of his carelessly tied knot, forced him onto his back and ridden him until he'd screamed loud enough for the neighbours to slip a strongly-worded letter under his door.
She found Conrad near the opposite end of the crowded hall. He'd just returned from the bathrooms, having asked one of his female colleagues to look for her, and his face bore a concerned expression. She made something up about looking for a quiet place to call a friend who was going through a rough patch.
He accepted her explanation, but continued to look worried as he studied her.
"You sure you're alright? You look a bit... erm... frazzled."
Courtney ran her hand quickly through her hair and forced a laugh. "Every time I'm beginning to wonder how you could ever have been single when we first met, you never fail to remind me, honey."
He laughed and seemed slightly reassured.
She saw his gaze slide down to her crumpled dress, but before he could open his mouth, she closed the gap between them and kissed him. "Take me home. Now!"
He opened his mouth to protest, but she pressed her breasts against his chest, running her hands over his shoulders and looking up at him pointedly.
His eyes widened. "Give me five minutes!" He said, and without waiting for a response, dashed away to make his excuses.
Courtney smiled. It was strange. She'd never cheated before, but in the war between guilt and exhilaration raging through her mind, exhilaration was certainly beginning to prevail.
When they entered Conrad's bedroom thirty minutes later, he pulled her towards him, kissing her greedily and stripping off his suit and tie. She laughed at his eagerness and pulled off her dress.
He paused in the middle of his attempt to unfasten the buttons on his shirt to gaze at her, a look of boyish wonder on his chiseled features. She couldn't help contrasting his expression to Ishan's dispassionate stare as he'd forced her to her knees without a word.
She forced the image out of her mind and kissed him. A long wet kiss.
Conrad pulled his trousers and boxers off in one motion and fell backwards onto the bed. He sat up and raised his arms towards her, expecting her to straddle him, kissing his neck and mouth before pushing him onto his back as usual.
Courtney walked towards the bed, bearing an expression Conrad hadn't seen before. "Actually, babe, I was thinking you could fuck me from behind tonight." She said.
He looked surprised. "I thought you didn't like that."
She smiled. "Well, I know you do, and I'm willing to give it another chance."
She climbed onto the bed and crawled between his legs. He still looked a little confused, but she turned around slowly, maintaining eye contact before dropping to her elbows and raising her bare ass to his face.
In an instant, Conrad was on his knees behind her. "Would you like me to get you wet first?" He asked.
"You already have, hon. Just fuck me."
He knelt behind her and held her hips tenderly. He slid his dick between her legs first, rubbing his shaft along her vagina. "Holy shit, you really are wet! What's gotten into you?"
Courtney swung her head around. "I'm not sure, but if it isn't you in the next three seconds, I'm gonna get my vibrator and leave you blue balled for a week, so shut up and fuck me!"
Conrad laughed. He plunged his dick inside her and smiled with pride as he heard her moan with pleasure. For the next few minutes he continued to thrust into her, pulling out halfway before sliding back in again. They'd been together a long time, and he knew what she liked.
Courtney was in heaven. She was beginning to feel like she had in that dimly lit room an hour ago. She was on her knees, and she couldn't help but imagine Ishan was the one behind her, fucking her. Finally rewarding her for being so good; so obedient.
The effect was ruined slightly by Conrad's loving caresses. Every time he told her how beautiful she was or how good she felt, his strong voice with its Californian enthusiasm jarred with Ishan's quiet blend of Indian and Australian accents (he'd spent most of his childhood in Sydney).
