Highly Successful Life Coach Abused

Author's Comments: All characters in this story are at least 18 years old and this is a work of fiction. The short submissions, form part of one mans journey in support of another and documented for his and your pleasure. I do digress on occasion as it is in development; all errors are mine. Suggestions and comments welcomed. I'm reminded these are sex stories, so please enjoy

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Gift or Curse, was how Brains often described Paul's mental and sexual capabilities. He was impossible to satisfy, rarely taking a break, other than a round of golf, but that was merely an opportunity for both men to reflect and plan. Brains challenged him, detailed each and every sexual encounter in exactly the same way that they would plan each business negotiation.

They would discuss who to target next, how to instigate sex, orchestrate it, and end it. They shared every detail. There was little room in their lives for friendships and no room in their lives for families. Both men are loyal, secretive and emotionally inscrutable. Paul is simply an insatiable brute in the bedroom or in his car or office or anywhere else for that matter.

Brains had helped refine his sexual behaviour and communication with women. It was the hunt and then abusing and humiliating the wives of other men that truly motivated Paul; untouchable, ruthlessly secretive and always meticulous. Treating them with absolute respect in public and like fucking sluts in private. This was his release, his drug of choice and it kept him calmer and more focused on the highly complex demands of his business operation.

As always, the entrapment of a wife started once the team had identified a weakness an error of judgement or a secret from their past; tempting them with the possibility of escape, then came the subtle shifts in demands and gradually, grooming, pushing limits and boundaries until there was no escape.

Paul left Brains to manage the mundane messages and texts between these women. But you would be surprised just how many, having been left alone for a period, had initiated the new communication; albeit often seeking further reassurance that their privacy and confidentiality would continue to be respected.

But some were clearly starting to enjoy the moments of escapism, believing that their demanding confidant could truly be trusted with their good reputation. Some had even shared with their closest friends that they had taken a younger lover, in complete denial that they had no choice in the matter. Paul always stuck implicitly to an agreed script, but there were some exceptions, when his natural desire to sexually control absolutely, would surface.

Margaret Morrish, ii3 had been an early example, of Paul taking matters into his own hands, and it had been her condescending and arrogant behaviour towards Paul that had caused the sudden, violent and degrading attack.

Margaret, is a highly successful life coach and psychotherapeutic counsellor to the rich and very famous, helping them reflect, understand themselves and their relationships in order to live more fulfilling lives. Unfortunately for Margaret, the impressive private practice, inherited wealth and respected position within the community was not the only reason she had come to the attention of Paul and Brains and had become their next target.

Margaret had responded positively to the initial online contact, impressed with his specific request for her personally, although his impeccable credentials as a special advisor within government had already piqued her curiosity. It was exactly as Brains had anticipated.

The first session had been scheduled and of course it had been Paul that had arrived at the front door to her impressive home on a magnificent estate. Margaret couldn't help but admire his handsome appearance, strong physique and military bearing as well as the rather impressive, if unusual chauffeur driven Mercedes.

Paul had to admit that he had been completely intoxicated by her smell. He had read her file and he understood now why Brains had not given him a picture, as she was much older than he had anticipated, but attractive none the less and clearly very conservative.

The plan was to ensnare this pretentious woman, and leave her to stew for a few weeks and monitor her behaviour. She was from a high social class, with great contacts so it was important that this went well today. Paul had followed her down the large entrance hall, through impressive rooms, overlooking the manicured gardens and then into her office.

He couldn't help but notice her strong legs, and an arse that was a little larger than he preferred but shapely. She was meticulously presented, which he loved and he had taken his place the dark green, leather wing chair as directed, declining her offer of water.

Paul had watched her confidently position herself, delicately smoothing her skirt and smiling in readiness, as she used the tiny remote to turn up the calming music ever so slightly, the session was about to begin, but Margaret was ever so slightly distracted as Paul broke eye contact to check his watch. She noticed that it was a rather flamboyant Franck Muller Varigaurd, but in a rare sapphire crystal case.

As her eyes lifted, Paul smiled at her knowingly. "Before we get down to business Margaret, I just wanted to say how much I'm looking forward to watching you suck my cock."

Paul sat perfectly still, savouring her look of confusion, shock and absolute horror. Ignoring her completely, Paul had reached into his leather attaché case, and pulled out an officious, expensively embossed file; he held it out for her without breaking eye contact or moving his position.

Margaret was utterly speechless, as he spoke again, "I suggest you get up off your rather lovely arse Margaret, come over here, take this file, and review it very quickly indeed."

He had waited a few more seconds, allowing time for his words to percolate through the confusion and at that moment, gaining her full attention once again, he spoke clearly and calmly, "Unless you are standing in front of me with your bra exposed in the next five minutes Margaret, the information enclosed will be distributed to all your distinguished colleagues, friends, clients and contacts for their consideration."

She was uncomprehending, frozen in her chair, completely unaccustomed to not having absolute control of proceedings in her magnificently furnished office, but already sensing that this was very, very serious indeed. She had hesitated and without warning he was there in front of her, "Please, allow me to be of assistance Margaret" Paul had said as he had risen from his chair, standing over her now as she took possession of the folder.

She could only watch in utter astonishment as he then proceeded to unzip and withdraw his cock, actually holding it in front of her face as it started to harden. "Read it quickly Margaret, only three minutes remaining."

She had never experienced a feeling of such utter despair. Dragging her eyes away momentarily, Margaret was already sensing the inevitable; before she had even read the first line of the first paragraph, she knew that this man had discovered her secret.

Margaret had closed her eyes; she was completely compromised, both personally and professionally. Returning to the open file, she continued to scan the incriminating detail.

She had looked up, watching him as he settled back into his chair, checking his watch, and without the slightest embarrassment his now iron hard cock, was completely erect and pointing upwards. "Just over a minute left Margaret; no discussion, no negotiation, just stand here in front of me, hold open the blouse and show me your bra and the dirty contents of that file will remain our little secret."

Paul raised his chin, clenched his jaw tightly and waited, inviting her to challenge him, as he proceeded to firmly grip and squeeze his hard shaft, and with his right hand angled towards him, he began counting down, "45 seconds, 44 seconds, 43 seconds." Looking into her now wet, blue eyes he had hardened even more under his firm grip as she stood.

Margaret had no time to consider the options; this man was dangerous and threatened her entire existence. She, walked towards him under his attentive gaze, she had removed her tweed jacket, placing it on her desk as she passed. Feeling utterly helpless now, she stood in front of him, as he gripped his angry cock, completely resigned to her fate, she started to unbutton the crisp, white silken blouse to expose her bra.

Margaret stood perfectly still, holding open her blouse for him and understood fully that she had absolutely no control over this situation, watching as he raised the mobile phone and took a picture of her. She intuitively understood that she was not to speak. She just needed some time to think. Margaret stood there, her chin held high, the thin white push up bra and her amazing cleavage fully on display.

Paul had messaged Brains, whilst she stood exposed and he had attached the picture; everything had gone exactly to plan and he would be leaving in a matter of minutes.

The plan had included him wanking his cock in front of her and ejaculating over her. As he stood, he couldn't resist, deliberately wiping his hardness against her firm thigh, allowing it to spring back as he had passed her.

If only Margaret had stayed quiet, her ordeal would have been over, "Keep that disgusting thing away from me," she had actually spat out the words with disdain, disrespect and in a dismissive clipped tone full of privilege and self-importance.

Paul had reacted the instant the words had left her mouth, grabbing her shoulders, her arms expertly wrapped and pulled back, his hands moving down her arms to her wrists, his right hand held them firmly in his grip. She had yelped more in shock and surprise, rather than in pain.

He tugged the blouse roughly down her back with his left hand before moving up her back and gripping her throat, moving her head backwards, twisting her head slightly, as he gently bit down on her earlobe, just below her diamond studded earring.

Margaret was in shock, unsure if it was what she had said to him or the very fact that she had spoken that had caused such violence and aggression. Absolutely terrified now, she could feel his hot breath on her ear and releasing her earlobe, his tongue entered her ear, licking her in a perverse and disgusting fashion. The noises and the wetness were just so awful but she didn't try to move or pull away. His lips were now brushing over her ear and her neck, over the exposed skin and down now onto her shoulder.

She could actually feel his hardness, poking and being pressed firmly into her backside. She let out a sharp breath as his hand released her neck, moved down her chest and smoothly pressed under her bra, his finger expertly finding and gripping her large nipple.

He pulled her back towards him by pulling her nipple upwards, so that Margaret was now leaning back into his chest. "I'm going to release your wrists Margaret, please keep them exactly where they are, is that understood?" and Margaret nodded so quickly, her body flooding with a sense of relief that this ordeal was nearly over and she felt him loosen his grip on her wrists and release her nipple. The sensation sent shivers through her body.

Paul had used the razor sharp blade of the Stanley knife to cut into the material of the blouse, wrapping her wrists and tightening the knot. Margaret hadn't understood what had just happened, restrained now but not in pain.

This time Margaret chose to remain quiet. The bra fell loose on one side, and then on the other, releasing her large breasts. It was only as she had felt the slight tug at her back, the shredded bra falling off her to the floor, did the realisation suddenly hit Margaret that this was far from over.

She felt the skirt falling to the floor, the rough tugging of her underwear and the sound of tearing as her nylons were torn open around her arse. Biting her lips, fighting to stay calm, she felt the tugs again and her silk panties being pulled away from her body.

The music was getting louder, he was turning up the music now and it was at that moment she felt the first slap to her bare bottom. She had cried out and then reminded herself to remain quiet. He smacked her a second time, and she was able to grunt in pain and felt herself tightening her arse in readiness for the next assault by his hands.

Instead she is gently turned and led by the wrists and pressed down onto her desk. He rests the incredible hardness of his erection on the crack of her lovely arse. Not a single word has been spoken. Paul was in absolute control. He lived for these moments.

He leaned over her body and begins to caress her back, her skin with his hands, mouth and lips, brushing up and down the length of her body. The smell intoxicating, he must remember to ask her what perfume it is and he presses two fingers deep into her cunt.

There is no sound - just silence between them as she tightens, almost up on the tips of her toes in the vain hope that she can prevent him entering her. He leans forward, pressing his mouth and face into the crack of her arse, roughly opening her cheeks and easily finding her arse hole. Paul licked and sucked and pushed his tongue into her arse.

She was making lovely noises now, sobs of frustration, not daring to open her fucking mouth without his permission as he slides his thumb in and around her anus, teasing her, stimulating her, while all the time finger fucking her very wet and surprisingly tight cunt. She had an orgasm in complete silence. Little squirts of juices had erupted from between her lips.

Standing behind her now, resting his hardness on her arse cheek, still teasing, stroking and threatening to enter her, Margaret knew he would come inside her. She had made the mistake of challenging him. If it meant protecting her secret, she would not resist or cry out. Nothing else mattered. He had gripped her neck from behind and pushed her firmly into the desk, his fingers still around her arse area.

Margaret knew that her time in control was now over. He was in control now. No words needed to be spoken. His demands. His desires. She would not, could not resist.

Paul stood. His erection was at bursting point. Thick, so hard and his cock head leaking the pre-cum, her arse and hips were positioned in readiness; he gripped her inner thighs and pulled her wide open.

He tore at the nylons, giving her every opportunity to beg him but there was no sound now from her other than her deep breathing.

His hands pushed up the inside of her thighs, pulling her open, completely exposed to him now and very hairy, which surprised him. He had expected much better. His wet thumb pressed around her soppy hole and entered her once again, his thick fingers were expertly working her cunt, entering her, rubbing inside her, his fingers moving around, in and out and his thumb now pressing down and rubbing on and around her clit.

His fingers moving over her increasing wetness had distracted her enough and without any hesitation he positioned the head of his cock and plunged his hardness into her cunt.

Margaret had expected nothing less, she had never, ever been so wet and so ready to be taken so ruthlessly by any man. He had gripped her around her waist and was fucking her like an animal. She had tried to resist the incredible sensations, the feelings, and the utter loss of control. But the tightness around her wrists and the feel of the torn nylons around her ankles and being pressed down over her desk was just so fucking wonderful.

Paul took great care, withdrawing his full length before impaling her time and time again, her wetness was running out onto his shaft and balls and she had deserved everything she was getting. The sight of her restrained wrists, her continued silence and the guttural grunts and her incredible wetness, her tightness as he pushed his entire length deep into her, took his pleasure and his brutality to the very limit.

Margaret hadn't realised that it was her own voice demanding orgasm, begging him for release and the feel of his cock coming inside her as she experienced an orgasm like no other.

He had squirted inside her, gripping her as she had tightened around his cock.

She had felt her wrists being released, but had waited until she had heard the door close before lifting herself off the desk, panting and worn out, picking up her clothing and torn garments from the floor of her office. Her panties and the folder detailing all the client secrets she had been selling to the gutter press were also gone.