This is just one chapter in a longer story. For character background and storylines, please check out earlier chapters. I hope you enjoy.
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"What's wrong with you?" George asked Paula as he closed their bedroom door. "You've not been yourself ever since I got home from church. Is everything ok at work? Is it the kids? Me?" George stood across the bed from Paula. She could see the concern and compassion in his face and voice.
And he was right. She was not acting like the way she once did. Not with her family, not at work and certainly not inside herself. How could she tell him of all of her sins? How could she tell him she had stolen money, gotten caught and was now being blackmailed to do those dirty things? How could she tell the only man she ever loved that she masturbated in front of another man? That she had shown him her breasts and how he had fucked them, cumming in her cleavage.
How could she tell her husband that another man had ejaculated on her wedding ring as she jacked him off? How could she tell the love of her life that she had licked and sucked that man's cock? And how could she tell George that this blackmailing pervert had made her cum harder or better than he could ever hope to?
"Nothing's wrong sweetie. I'm really just tired. That new boss has really been going over the books since he got here and I'm just exhausted." Paula looked at George sheepishly, hoping he would buy yet another lie from her.
He smiled at her, "Ok honey. Maybe I should pay him a visit. He better start treating my girl the way she deserves" he said, raising his fist up to her in a mock threatening tone, all the while smiling at her.
She smiled back at him as she thought 'He does treat me the way I deserve.' He took her hand as they kneeled to pray before they went to sleep. George held Paula tight as she tossed and turned all night.
The next morning, Paula's mind swirled amid the myriad of emotions that bombarded her; shame, nervousness, humiliation, embarrassment, anger, fear, resentment, disgust and repulsion. She thought of her husband in the next room, getting breakfast for her and the kids as she dressed for work. Conservative blouse and skirt over her matching bra and panties.
Her mind raced as she drove to the office. 'What will this pervert want from me today? Please God. Save me. Help me. I don't want to be what he says I am. Save me from becoming a slut.'
As Paula pulled into the parking lot, she remembered Mark's last words to her, about wearing 'sluttier' underwear. She cringed, realizing that she had on the same type as she always wore. Dread and fear filled her as she slowly walked into the building and moved to her cubicle. Looking over at the corner of the large space, she saw Mark's office door was open.
She started to settle in when Amy came over to say hi. She told Paula that Mark had flown back to California for a few days. He had some meetings with the corporate types to go over the sales figures. An intense feeling of relief washed over Paula. For the first time in a while, she was again at peace. She smiled and began working.
It wasn't until around 11:00 when it occurred to her why Mark had been called back to California. Panic seized her. 'Would he tell on her? Would everyone find out she had stolen that money? What would he say?' Her mind began to swirl. And swirl.
Meanwhile, Mark had his own problems. How would he handle it when they inevitably would ask how his turnaround of the Indiana office was progressing? He really thought he would have more time before anyone would start asking questions. He hadn't really put much thought into how this would all end with Paula.
Mark had every intention of turning her in at the beginning, once he found those discrepancies in her accounts. He was being careful before accusing Paula but after he got in deeper, he found himself becoming attracted to her. It had started out as just a bit of fun. Maybe he was subconsciously taking out his bitterness over Cheryl on Paula. Who knows? That was for some therapist at $250 an hour to figure out.
However, he was conscious of how he was beginning to feel. He absolutely loved the feeling of power he had over Paula. He loved that this woman was doing things for him and to him that she was absolutely repulsed by and it turned him on like he never could have imagined. An older woman at that!
A woman who would never, not on her own volition, ever consider what she had done for him. Mark was sure that she had never sucked a cock before, never masturbated in front of a man, never shaved her pussy, and never titty fucked anyone, ever. She would never let any man lick her pussy, suck on her clit or tongue fuck her like he had. She had never had cum in her hair or between her magnificent tits or on her cheek or glasses. And he was willing to bet she had never had cum in the places he was hoping to fill when he got back to Poh-dunk, Indiana.
Mark smiled as he thought of her. He wasn't a sadist. He didn't want to cause her pain, but he loved to see her conflicted and humiliated. The power he felt when she would finally surrender to him was overwhelming and he loved bringing out those suppressed desires he knew she had within herself. Was he a sadist? Maybe he was into inflicting emotional pain more than physical pain. He knew he loved the power of it all.
'How would this all end?' he pondered. His divorce from Cheryl had hit him hard and completely out of the blue. For a long time he felt empty inside. Dead in fact. He felt nothing, no emotions at all. The pain had only made him numb inside.
But Paula made him finally feel alive. She made his cock feel alive. But not love. Certainly not love. Hell, he really didn't know much about her other than the few facts he discovered during his investigation. Paula had a sensuality and a sexuality about her that was difficult to expose but once it was revealed to him, Mark found himself addicted to her.
Mark thought that this is how the astronauts must have felt. He was the first one to be somewhere that no one else had been. An explorer. He laughed at himself.
He would stall those bosses in California for a while longer, then he'd figure out how to improve the bottom line. Maybe he'd even have to sacrifice Paula. 'I'll have to give this some thought' he said to himself as he stepped off of the plane. Anyway, he'd be back in Indiana bright and early on Friday.
Paula's tension eased as the week wore on. If Mark was going to turn her in, he would have done so already she told herself. On Friday morning, Paula walked into the office relaxed, said hello to her friends Donna and Amy, and sat down in her cubicle. She saw Mark's office door was closed. A momentary wave of terror hit her when her intercom rang.
"Ms. Thornton, I need to see you in my office. Bring your accounts."
Amy giggled, "I'll bet I know what he wants to see in his office. Lucky girl. But you've already got a great man. Could you put in a good word for me? Please? I'll owe you big time."
Amy giggled as Paula stood up from her desk, grabbed some files and staunchly walked towards his office door. Knocking, she heard him say, "Come in."
Paula closed the door behind her as she stepped into Mark's office. Instinctively, she clutched the files in her hands to her chest as she looked down at the carpet. She stood there quietly as Marked stared at her.
The familiar conservative blouse and skirt combination. Mark's eyes slowly moved over Paula as she felt the overwhelming weight of his stare. She also could feel her vagina making its presence known. Tingling. Awakening. Paula was bombarded again by a flood of emotions and the smoldering rumblings of her arousal.
"Did you miss me slut?" Paula flinched at his vulgar talk, shot him an angry stare and quickly looked back down again.
However, her nipples began to harden. Seeing that, Mark said "I think so. I hope you followed my orders."
