Christine had had enough of Robin. For the past year she had put up with his sly smiles every time she entered the room, his ability to turn up at the photocopier when only she was there, he would even walk straight into her office without knocking and just stand there openly ogling her body whilst she would be on the phone. All of this just because he had managed to blackmail her into having sex at his place. It wasn't even sex, at one point he had raped her. She had shouted for him to pull out, for him not to cum in her, but he had held her down and fucked her. He had video taped the whole thing and had presented it to her the morning after. The worst thing of all was that one point she had enjoyed it. She was so annoyed with herself for falling for his plan, and now she, being his manageress, had lost her hold and control on him. She wasn't going to give up this job and move elsewhere because of this little fucker, and she couldn't fire him because of the video.
Arranging to have the following week off with her manager, she decided that she could for at least one week not have him leering at her. She went home that evening to find her husband not there, a message on the answer-phone told her he was going to be very late with some report due tomorrow. She sat down with her laptop and switched it on. Opening her purse, she pulled out the CD which Robin had so joyfully presented to her the next morning. For some reason tonight of all nights she had decided to actually bring it home. She hadn't before in case her husband found it and she would need to explain everything. Everything from giving her manager a blow job after a Christmas night out to falling for a cheap blackmailing trick.
The disk glinted light of it as she paused to think why she had decided to bring it home tonight of all nights. She shook her head to clear her thoughts and placed it in the drive and clicked view.
She had never really sat there and watched it all the way through, thinking it revolting the way he had gained control over her and the stupid way she had fallen for it. Tonight though, she sat and forced herself to watch how it unfolded. Her eyes were mesmerized by the screen, she watched him use her mouth, saw how the view enlarged to show her head being forced onto his dick as he pumped his load into her throat. She sat and watched, nervously chewing her lip. Her eyes widened as the computer showed her being forced face down into the chair as he brutally fucked her from behind, her muffled yells begging him to stop. She watched as she ran from the room and Robin turned and smiled to the camera.
The screen blanked out at the end of the film. Christine was lost in thought for a few seconds before she realised she had her thighs clenched and was breathing heavily. How the hell was this turning her on, she didn't know or understand. She had stopped her medication of fertility drugs immediately after her rape, which she knew attributed to being the reason for his ease of play and her sexual excitement. They had somehow made her more sexually active and more uninhibited.
She checked her watch and knew her husband wasn't due for a long while yet. Glancing to check the curtains were drawn, she hitched her skirt up and watched the video again.
She paused it on where he was fucking her from behind and masturbated, she didn't know if she was pretending it wasn't him or imaging it was someone else, it was the image that caused her to finger fuck herself. The loss of control, to be at the mercy of another man, unable to stop him using her in the manner he wanted to. She closed her eyes and remembered the feeling of being taken and the huge orgasm she felt before he came.
Afterwards Christine opened her eyes and stared at the screen, slightly ashamed of what she had just done, but also intrigued. She understood now exactly how to regain control over Robin, but was slightly fearful of how to do it. So much could go wrong, but if it worked she would be back in charge. Re-adjusting her skirt, she went upstairs and opened the medicine cabinet and near the back found her bottle of fertility drugs. She took the cap off and dry swallowed a couple. Christine was going to use her body to against Robin, to make him submit in the same way that she had, make him beg, squirm, to do with him as she pleased and leave him aside, used. She went back downstairs, unloaded the CD and started to make a plan of action.
Robin was sat at his desk when she returned to work, surfing the internet, and as usual finding reasons not to tackle his fair share of the work. He saw Christine walk through the door and his eyes followed her in. In the last year since he had had his way with her, she had never worn a short skirt, but here she was now walking toward him, a mid thigh length skirt on with dark tanned nylons underneath, his eyes drew up her body and saw the low plunging neck line of her top, which hinted at a black lacy bra every so often. She had worn full make-up, highlighting her cheekbones and lips, her hair professionally tied up, making her look very official. Robin licked his dry lips and adjusted his seat to make himself more comfortable.
She looked at him as if noticing him for the first time, a smile like from a snake to a rat played across her lip. Deliberately, she placed both hands on his desk, eyes locked on his and leant down, providing him with a full view of what was beneath the top. "Ah Robin, I was wondering if I could see you in my office in 5 minutes."
Robin blinked his eyes not removing themselves from the wonderful cleavage on display, but said nothing.
"And bring a coffee for me, black." She turned to walk to her office and glanced as seductively as possible over shoulder at him. "Please!" she said softly.
Robin watched her walk towards her office, his eyes following the way her legs moved and the wonderful way that she moved her backside, swinging her hips slightly. What the fuck was she up to?
Less than five minutes later Robin knocked on the door and entered holding two cups of coffee. She swivelled her chair to face him and smiled. "Thank you Robin. Please close the door and sit down."
Robin placed her cup on the table, his eyes playing up her legs, seeing how far and what he could make out up there. Stockings or pantyhose?
She sat slightly back from the desk so he could see exactly what she had to offer and so she could see that he was almost hers to control again. This wasn't enough, she wanted humiliation for him. "I bet you're wondering what am I up to, aren't you?" She let her high heeled shoe dangle from her foot and noted the way his eyes followed it every movement. Robin never said a word and just nodded.
The previous week, from the Friday night to this morning, she had doubled her prescribed dosage of pills. Her husband had noticed the side effect. He had been made aware of it every night and morning, and at one stage had to physically push her off so he could at least spend one night in peace.
"I want us to go to a small hotel I know and carry on where we left off last time." She said picking imaginary fluff of her nylons.
This made Robin look up. "What?"
"You heard me" she smiled confidently "a hotel room? Me? You? Us? Fucking? Are you interested?"
Robin stared; it was certainly not a time to ask why "When?"
"Tonight, after work." She reached slightly into her low cut top and magically produced a business card before proffering it to him.
Robin grinned like a madman and snatched the card from her fingers. He paused long enough to remember that there was no such thing as a free meal. "What's the catch?"
Christine smiled slightly, the corner of her mouth rising. "This time, it'll be my rules, my video and, I." She paused so he understood fully "I will be in charge. Do we have a deal?"
Robin quickly thought of what she was trying to do. "Just you in the room right?" She nodded. "So no tying me to the bed so some gay guy can rape my arse right?"
She smiled at him, and gently licked the front of her teeth. "You WILL be tied to the bed so you know I'm in charge, but there will be no other people in the room but me..." she leaned forward "... and you!"
Robin knew this was a trap, but the bait was so irresistible. He stood from his chair and locked the door.
"What are you doing?" she asked calmly.
He walked slowly towards her. "I want proof this isn't you fucking with my mind"
She looked at him, momentarily unbalanced, but maintaining an outer show of confidence. "What do you need?"
"I want you to get on your knees and suck me off" he said pointing to the floor.
"No, I told you. This time I'm in control or nothing."
Robin looked annoyed at this, his power being slowly taken from him.
Christine stood "Now, if you excuse me, I'm late for a meeting."
She went to walk past him, but he pushed her up against the wall. Christine floundered against his grip. His mouth going for her neck, one of his hands tugging at the hem of her short skirt and shoving its way between her thighs..
Christine forced herself to stiffen and stopped fighting. She felt his hand between her thighs, rubbing furiously at her crotch. "Not in the office" she hissed. Just as the last time he was going to ignore her protests and she felt his hand reposition itself and the crotch of her pantyhose being pulled sharply as he tried to rip them open. Christine was not about to be taken in her office. With her last strength, she pushed him off her and he fell back against the desk.
"I think that's all the proof you're getting for now" she repositioned her skirt and hair and pushed past him "7 O'clock tonight in the bar, don't be late."
Robin went back to his seat, his hard on pushing angrily against his pants. The little prick tease, what was she up to? He looked at the business card she had given him, no room number just the time and location written on it. There was no way he was going in unprepared.
At just before 7:00pm, Robin entered the bar. It was a small hotel and the bar was relatively unoccupied. Christine was sat at the bar, chatting to the barman. She had changed from her work clothes to a thin dark blue dress, and very dark nylons on. She looked so horny. She turned to smile at him and got off the stool, ignoring the barman and went to him. "Want to sit down first?" She asked pointing to a table.
Robin simply nodded and sat down opposite her. He was unsure how she wanted to play this, and he could tell she knew.
"I'm in room 416" she said pushing a key towards him "I'm going upstairs. You are to follow me in 15 minutes."
