One Simple Mistake Pt 02

It was the persistent ringing of Laura's mobile phone that finally broke the spell.

The first light of a winter dawn was just showing around the edges of the blinds in her colleague Steve's bedroom. Her colleague Steve... not her fiancé, but another man, a man whose hard cock was inside her at that precise moment as she rode him slowly, both completely naked save for the collar signifying Laura's submission to Steve around her neck, and the wrist cuffs that bound her arms behind her back.

She felt used, desperately used and debased, but in the very best way possible, having been the fuck toy for Steve and his friends since the evening before. Her dark brown hair was a mess by then, so was her make up, and she secretly wondered if she'd even be able to walk normally when she left, the amount of times she'd had sex that night off the scale. But her phone ringing changed everything, because she knew without a doubt that that was her fiancé checking she was ok, and that she'd have to speak to him very soon. Oh shit, oh shit, was the thought running through her head, what the fuck am I going to say to him?

It had been a long night... a very long night, and entirely unexpected just 24 hours before. She'd actively disliked Steve, the man she shared an office with for the last six months, but when he'd offered to fix a career ending screw up at work through his billionaire father's connections the quid pro quo of a night with him had been clear and had seemed a relatively small price to pay despite Laura being engaged to another man.

But as the night wore on she had started to wonder if it really was a small price... because while she'd reluctantly agreed to be Steve's and to do whatever he said that night, that had turned out to include a lot of time spent in his bondage room and, to her surprise, being shared with three of his friends. What she had expected was to have sex with him once or twice, maybe give him a blowjob, act like she was enjoying it, but it had ended up being so much more.

Steve had put a collar around her neck at the start of the night to signify her complete submission to him, and the shock had been as he spanked her and fucked her and as she took all his friends at once at his command... well, the shock was that she had loved it. Really, secretly loved it, even though she had been so deeply reluctant.

Laura had never thought that being submissive would be her thing, but it turned out that she was wrong. So then, in the early hours when Steve had said that she could remove her collar and leave, she'd made it a few minutes down the street and then turned back.

Voluntarily she had returned, put the collar on, and submitted to him again. The last few hours had been a riot of submission, she'd orgasmed so many times she couldn't count, and now there she was, one final fuck after he'd spanked her, calling her by his derogatory nickname for her of Miss Perfect.

To his credit, Steve had come through on his side of the deal. At 6am, as promised, he'd got the CEO of the company on the phone and, with some gentle persuasion mixed with invocation of the wrath of Steve's billionaire father, got his agreement to waive their right to the money that would have otherwise ended Laura's career in her early thirties.

Now, here she was, and she felt Steve's hands tighten their grip on her hips as he thrust hard back into her until he came inside her, smiling at her while she looked down at him, her own orgasm indefinitely delayed by the sound of her phone.

"Does Miss Perfect need to cum before she goes home?" Steve said quietly, teasingly.

Laura bit her lip, wanting another orgasm so badly. But she shook her head and said, "I've got to answer that... I've got to go. Can you take off my cuffs?"

Steve smiled. "Sure, one second." Laura lifted herself off him and he moved behind her to remove the cuffs while she knelt there on the bed. Cuffs off she felt his hand push her hair away from her neck, and then him plant a soft kiss, then another one while his hand moved to stroke one of her nipples. She sighed, desperately wanting more, but she forced herself to move away, unbuckling her collar and tossing it on to the bed.

Instead she climbed off the bed and went to pick up her phone just as it started to ring again, the tenth time her fiancé had tried to call in the last fifteen minutes. She stood there for a moment composing herself, completely naked, standing in her colleague's bedroom with his cum inside her, then answered it.

"Hi darling... yes, I'm ok, just a crazy all nighter with work... yes, nearly done, I'll be home soon... no, no need to wait for me, I'll sleep it off today and see you in the evening... love you lots too." She glanced at Steve as she said that, her cheeks burning with embarrassment to be telling her fiancé she loved him while stood where she was and in that state, looking at the man who she'd been riding just moments ago.

Quickly gathering her clothes she threw them on, then took a moment in Steve's bathroom to tie her hair back tightly and sort her make up out, trying to make it look like she'd not just spent the night submitting to four men in every way imaginable.

"I've got to go," she said to Steve, who was still sat naked.

"Let me show you out," he replied.

She shook her head. "No, please... we shouldn't have done this. I'll show myself out."

Steve stood up and walked over to her. With a smile he said, "Until next time..." He tried to kiss her but she turned her head away.

"There can't be a next time... there can't." She stopped as the thought hit her that she would have to share an office still with Steve, after what him and his friends had done to her. And what she'd done to them. It would be humiliating.

"I'm going," she said and she walked out. As the cold winter morning air hit her all she could think initially was what a massive mistake she had made... but then, as she got close to home, another thought started to intrude.

Did she really want to go the rest of her life and not experience such total submission to another man ever again? That thought depressed her greatly. Her deepest, darkest fantasies, just for her, were of being dominated physically and emotionally, of being taken dominantly without any choice, of being helpless. Steve had just unexpectedly made them reality, and it had been even better than she imagined.

As she climbed in to bed for some much needed sleep having called in sick at work, she drifted off deeply confused, guilty yes, but also with something more complex, her deepest, darkest fantasy of utter submission given life.

It was a Friday that she'd finished up in Steve's bed, and she slept for hours, waking up when her fiancé got home that evening.

That weekend passed in a blur for Laura, a mercifully quiet Friday night in watching a film, her playing hockey on the Saturday morning, him playing football in the afternoon, both out to dinner with a group of friends that night, and so on.

It wasn't that she was distant, in fact far from it she felt a strong need to connect with and talk to her fiancé, a reaction she assumed to what she'd done with Steve and his friends, trying to over compensate almost for the guilt. Although anything in the bedroom was out of bounds that weekend, her body needing time to recover from the sheer number of cocks she'd taken in so many ways, and the sheer number of times she had orgasmed that night, easily in double figures.

But, when she was alone that weekend her mind was racing at a million miles an hour, processing what the fuck had actually happened.

It wasn't the sex itself, she eventually concluded. It had been great, really great. But she had great sex at home. She didn't need someone else for that.

And it wasn't Steve or any of his three friends either. She realised now that she thought Steve was ok, she'd seen a side to him that wasn't his usual stuck up work persona and she quite liked it. But she liked her fiancé more.

What it was, and each time she thought it she blushed more and more, but what it really, really was, was her submission. No, more than that, she'd always tried to be good, to behave well, to never offend anyone. Steve had been the first person to see through that, to see the naughty woman buried deep down and dying to come out to play, and to understand that to unlock that she needed to be forced, coerced, blackmailed into it, that it would never happen unless Laura had no choice.

She had been Steve's play thing, obedient to him, at his command. Laura had done anything and everything he told her to, things that she'd never have contemplated doing before, and had loved every single minute of it. Every single minute.

His teasing nickname for her at work was Miss Perfect and he had played on it that night, asking Laura if Miss Perfect needed it spanked and fucked out of her. And she had. She really, really had. It was so fucking hot.

The more Laura thought about it that weekend the more she wanted it... to submit to Steve again, to be his. To experience him spanking her, something she'd never tried before, and then being fucked by him.

To be his.

But... she knew, truly, that it could never happen. That Thursday night had been an incredible one off, her paying a debt, making a payment that even with how extreme it all got was still nothing compared to Steve saving her career in return. He'd had leverage and it was gone now, and with it so much of what gave Laura permission in her head to go through with it.

She loved her fiancé, was marrying him in the summer, and nothing could get in the way of that. The guilt she would have to live with forever, but she could bury that deep inside. What she could never do, would never do, is confess to her fiancé... she'd made this mess and she had to own it.

As Monday morning approached, Laura knew she'd have to see Steve in the morning, in the office the two of them shared. She didn't know what might happen, but she hoped and prayed that they would return to their usual antipathy and move past this quickly.

But, as is so often the case, that wasn't quite how events panned out...

Monday morning and Laura decided to run into work, making the most of some bright, clear, warmer than usual for winter weather to get some fresh air and some exercise.

Her office had a number of private shower rooms buried down in the warren of corridors around the parking garage which were thankfully fairly underused, and these came with towels and toiletries, a perk that had originally been put in for the senior people in the firm but had become a perk for everyone over time. Packing her work clothes and makeup bag neatly in a backpack, she set off.

The run in was restorative, really helping Laura to clear her head and giving her the first true space to herself for half an hour since what had happened on Thursday night. By the time she got to the office, sweaty and her legs feeling the burn, she felt good about her Monday and had got her mindset ready to deal with however Steve was with her when she saw him, regardless of whether he hinted that he wanted it to happen again or not.

Heading underground from the lobby of her office building, Laura signed in to the shower rooms and used her security pass to swipe in to the one that she'd been assigned, a room in the middle of a run of shower rooms on a busy corridor. Having turned on the shower to get warm she quickly got undressed, piling her clothes neatly on the counter provided in her private changing area, hanging her clothes for the day up on a peg.

As she waited for the shower to heat up, Laura looked at herself in the large mirror over the counter, her face red still from the exertion, beads of sweat on her forehead. She wore minimal make up for the run, knowing it would all wash off in the shower anyway, but Laura was one of those women blessed with tanned skin and a face that didn't need make up anyway.

She tied her hair up in a tight bun so that it wouldn't get wet, and then opened the opaque, frosted glass door to the shower and stepped in. Immediately the feel of the hot water on her skin felt amazing, contrasting to the cold weather outside and washing off the sweat of her run.

Laura luxuriated in the powerful shower cascading on to her, taking longer than she would normally, delaying by a few minutes her arrival at her desk. She closed her eyes as the water played over her, and stood still, feeling the aches leave her...

...she wasn't sure afterwards what it was, but something made her open her eyes suddenly. Glancing to the door she was shocked to see movement, a shadow in her changing area.

"Hello?" she called out tentatively, assuming it was one of the cleaners who hadn't realised that the room was in use.

No answer.

"Is anyone there?" she asked again as the shadow moved. Laura was getting nervous now.

The shower door opened, and Steve was stood there, naked. Her eyes couldn't help but stray towards his semi-erect cock, a cock that she'd got to know all to well a few days earlier. He placed his finger on her lips and said quietly, "Shhhh... not a word." Before Laura could react he'd stepped into the shower too and closed the door behind him.

Instinctively Laura covered herself with her hands, one between her legs and the other over her breasts. "Get the fuck out of here, you shouldn't be here," she whispered back fiercely, genuinely angry. She'd resolved that nothing could happen between them and she had no intention of reversing that.

He just looked at her though and said nothing, before reaching for both of her hands and pulling them away, using his greater strength, and then pushing her wrists up above her head against the wall of the shower, holding them there while his face hovered inches from her, looking at her intently.

Laura was stunned, unable to think straight. Did she want this? She didn't have a clue. But the rational, sensible part of her brain was telling her don't do this, you have a fiancé, and for now that won through. "Stop," she whispered. "I don't want this."

He leaned in and tried to kiss her although she turned her face away, so instead he kissed her cheek and neck, then whispered, "Not your choice to make."

That made Laura freeze, realising that this was heading out of control. Not her choice to make?

"Last chance... Let me go or I'll scream," she whispered back.

"No you won't," he replied. "Because then people will find us, and they'll ask questions, and I'll have no choice but to tell them about your fuck up last week. And then your boyfriend will find out what you did to make it go away." He paused and laughed. "Who you did..."

She just stared back at him, unable to say anything but realised that this was going to happen whether she wanted it to or not. A whole cascade of thoughts ran through her mind, to fight, to flee, to submit, to slap him, to knee him between the legs, to drop to her knees and take his cock in her mouth, to argue, to bend over for him and take a spanking... too many contradictory thoughts to count.

In the end, Steve seized on Laura's hesitation, saying quietly, "Turn around and lean your arms against the wall." She obeyed without hesitation, her fear of what might happen if she didn't outweighing everything else.

Facing the wall and leaning her arms against it, she felt the hot water cascade on her back, over her ass and down her legs, but alongside that also felt Steve's hand caress her ass gently, slipping between her legs as well. Despite herself, despite how she didn't want this to be happening, deep down her most submissive, secret part of her soul desperately did, and to her shame she felt herself respond to his touch.

He drew his hand back and spanked her, not too hard but hard enough to make her cry out in surprise. "You need to be silent," whispered Steve as he reached his other hand to cover her mouth.

Five more smacks followed, each drawing a stifled cry that was smothered by Steve's hand. Laura felt so utterly debased stood there, being treated like Steve's plaything against her will, having told him that she didn't want to do this. This was so different to how she'd envisaged that morning going. Only his threats had made her go along, and then very reluctantly. But... as each spank landed she felt a familiar carnal fire building within her, such a conflicted feeling, growing so aroused by being dominated like this.

Then Steve stopped, and instead she felt the tip of his cock at her entrance, one hand still over her mouth, no way she could say no even though she wasn't sure if she wanted to or not, the other hand now on her hip, and he thrust into her hard... very hard, nearly pushing her into the wall. Laura braced herself harder, pushing her ass back towards him almost instinctively, and was glad she did as he pulled out then thrust in again, and again, and again, possibly the hardest fuck of her life.

To her shame, her body responded quickly and the fire that had been building exploded, no more than twenty hard thrusts in this utterly submissive situation making her orgasm hard, moaning loudly into Steve's hand as he continued to fuck her through it.

When she'd stopped he paused and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "Looks like Miss Perfect wanted this after all..."

Laura felt her cheeks redden in shame, telling herself again and again that an orgasm was just a physical reaction to stimulus, it didn't mean she'd wanted it, but deep down a voice was telling her it's emotional too, and that reaction meant you wanted it. She was so confused, she didn't have a clue. Was this something she wanted, or was she being forced against her will? She simply didn't know.

The hot water continued to fall on her back, and though Steve let go he said quietly but sternly, "Stay right there." By this point, having already let him spank and fuck her, her fight was gone and she was completely and utterly compliant, the surprise of what had just happened too much to process immediately.

Outside the room, over the sound of the shower, she heard a female and two male voices stood in the corridor having a jokey conversation. Help was so near, if she screamed she would be saved, but with that momentary relief came despair as she remembered the consequences if she did, keeping silent. Help had suddenly never felt so far, those people remaining oblivious to what Steve was doing to Laura just feet away.

Laura looked to the side and saw Steve get some shower gel, liberally coating his hard cock with it, before he moved back to stand behind her. She braced, suspecting that there was only one reason for him to coat his cock in the best lubricant available to him.

As she felt the tip of his cock push against her ass hole, he said quietly, "Don't move, don't make a sound. Miss Perfect needs to be good for me now." Then she felt the pressure, and some more pressure mixed with a little pain, and his first few inches were inside her unprepared ass.

Desperate to do as she'd been told, she stood braced with her mouth open, a silent cry of pain and shock at being violated like that, and then as he pushed harder he slipped deeper inside her until his full length was there.

"Good, Miss Perfect, very good. You've got such a tight ass... I worried that me and my friends might have ruined it last week, but if feels like we didn't. Be good for me now and you can be at your desk sooner, being Miss Perfect with your work."

He slid out and then back in firmly, and started to fuck her ass at a steady pace, not too quick but not that slow either. The pain had subsided, replaced by something else that Laura couldn't quite put her finger on. She'd been fortunate that over the years anal had done something for her too, and that seemed to be that case that morning, even with these insane circumstances.