I work as a receptionist for an aggregate hauling company. I've been here eight months. It's a small operation and I am treated like family. There are only eight of us in the main office - six of them making up the accounting side of the business. Everyone else works out on the yard - clearing the pits, casping sand, hauling concrete, whatever. I'm never alone in the office. Not usually at least. But on the day after Thanksgiving I am, and that's when it happens. The best and worst thing of my life.
I've been married for a little over a year. I love my husband immensely. But he can be a little boring in bed. Not that we're not sexually compatible, we definitely are, but he doesn't really like to push the envelope. And I do. I am a total submissive. My husband is not a dominant.
On Black Friday I am the only one in the office. We aren't running any trucks but someone needed to come in to answer the phones. I volunteered. Few extra hours. Just me, pinterest, and a few good books. No big deal.
I could have easily worn jeans and a t-shirt. We always have casual Fridays. But I like to get dressed up so I am wearing my black pencil skirt which hugs my hips and ass (I have a nice ass. I squat), a white button down with the top few buttons undone, and black heels. Very office. Very classic sexy.
I am a little surprised when there is a knock on the office door. I look out to see Tony Thornton's big black GMC truck. Tony, of Triple T Electric group, is a regular out here. I like him a lot. He is a very nice gentleman. He always has a smile on, calls up the front office to say hey to me, and often brings bags of chocolate to all the ladies of the office.
I pull open the door and smile at him. "What are you doing here?" I ask brightly.
"Hello Christina," he replies with a big, warm smile. "I came by to check on a few things for Robbie," he tells me. "I didn't know anyone was going to be here, but I saw your car and thought I'd come give you a hard time."
"That's nice. I was getting a little bored up here," I say with a laugh.
Tony follows me back into the office. I've never been afraid of Tony. Like I said, he's always a perfect gentleman. He knows I'm married. He's never crossed a line. I'm comfortable with Tony.
He gives me a lazy grin. "You the only one here today?"
I nod. "The phone hasn't even rung. I don't know why Jamie wanted someone here. Really no point. But I won't complain about getting paid to do nothing."
I did not notice the way his eyes darkened a little. "So you're not expecting anyone else?"
"Nope. Just me. Probably only going to stay another hour or so."
"Good," he says just before lunging for me. He wraps one large arm around me, pinning my arms to my sides and hauls me up with little effort. I try to struggle but I'm too startled to do much of anything before he slings me into the conference room and locks the door behind him.
I stare at him wide-eyed and a little frightened. "What are you doing?" I demand.
He gives me another lazy grin. A shark grin. "What I've wanted to do the first time I saw your pretty little ass."
I back away from him as he stalks forward. "Tony, please don't do this. You're a nice guy. I like you. Please..." I beg.
He tilts his head at me. "I like you too. That's why I'm doing this. Now, it can be easy or it can be hard. Personally, I prefer hard but I'm flexible."
I am cornered now. Literally backed into the corner of the conference room with Tony looming over me. Tony is a big man. At least six feet five inches. Arms like a Greek god. Jaw of a Michelangelo sculpture. Attractive, athletic, and at least fifteen years my senior.
"Turn around," he commands.
My heart is hammering in my ears. Tears form in the corners of my eyes. I shake my head. "Please..." I whisper.
His hand shoots out, lightening quick, and grabs my arm. He jerks me hard and fast and suddenly I have my face pressed into the wall, my arm twisted behind my back. I cry out in pain. His free hand winds into my hair and pulls. Hard. His breath is hot against my ear.
"You will do as you're told or this is going to be so, so much worse for you. Do you understand?" His voice is deep, threatening.
Tears start leaking down my cheeks. I manage a small nod.
"Good girl," he says, releasing me.
He steps back and cool air swirls between us. I keep my forehead pressed against the wall. Waiting.
I'm afraid to move. But there is something else - I'm actually a little turned on. My pussy tingles a little, my body betraying my mind.
"Now kitten, reach under your skirt and pull off your panties," Tony tells me.
I close my eyes. Embarrassment washes over me. "I ... I'm not wearing any," I breathe into the wall.
He makes a small sound behind me. Surprise maybe. Or approval. "God, I knew you were a whore."
I turn my head finally, with a little attitude. "I am NOT a whore!"
He sneers at me. "No? Then why don't you have on underwear?"
Suddenly he's up against me again. Pinning me between him and the wall. One hand is running down my thigh, to the edge of my skirt. I struggle this time. If he touches me he'll know that I'm enjoying this. I can't enjoy this. I am married!
He laughs against my throat. "It's okay to squirm slut. We know who has the power."
Something between a yelp and moan escapes me as his hand slides underneath my skirt and begins to travel up my leg. I can feel his erection pressed against me. He has a hand around my throat. Everything about this situation is wrong.
And yet...
"Jesus Christina, you're so wet," he breathes. His fingers have found my cunt and he's stroking my outer lips softly. I whimper in embarrassment. "I knew you were a sub. From the first moment I laid eyes on you. And I knew I'd make you mine."
Suddenly he plunges a finger inside my pussy. No warning. I yelp and begin struggling again. I can't let this happen to me.
He laughs again. "That's it baby. Struggle. Get even more excited. By the time I'm through with you, you won't even remember your husband's name."
He rips me away from the wall, throwing me down onto the conference table. With one hand he holds the back of my neck, keeping me pressed down into the wood. His other hand shoves my skirt up to my waist, baring my ass to him.
I fight against his hold but his grip is iron. His hand rubs over my ass cheeks, softly. Then suddenly he spanks me. Hard. I jump and cry out. Tony laughs.
"Please, stop!" I cry.
His hand comes down again. Harder. Then again. Harder than anyone has ever spanked me before. I'm sobbing into the table now. All the fight leaving my body. I just wanted him to stop hurting me. To get this over with.
"Now, tell me you're ready to be a good kitten," he whispers against my ear. He knows I've given up.
"I promise to be good for you," I gasp.
He takes a deep breath with his nose pressed into my hair. "Good kitten."
Tony pulls me up off the table. My ass is sore and hot. My body aches. I shiver a little as he steps away from me. I'm cold now without his nearness. He settles into a chair by the table.
"Take off your blouse. Slowly," he commands.
My fingers tremble. I do as he commands, unbuttoning my blouse slowly, letting it fall open to reveal my blue lace bra. I push the shirt back off my shoulders and let it fall softly to the floor. I don't look at Tony, but I can see the bulge in his pants. His breathing is deep and ragged.
"Bra now," he says.
Tears leak out of my eyes. I do as he says, my small, soft breasts popping free.
"You're beautiful kitten. Even better than I imagined."
Tony gets up, moves in front of me. His hand is huge as it covers my right breast. I whimper as he pinches my nipple. His left hand trails down my small waist, over the curve of my hip, and wraps around to the inside of my thigh. His large fingers brush against my clit. He's stroking me now. Swirling around all my sensitive, soaking folds. I tilt my hips trying to coax his fingers inside me. I need him inside me.
His right hand grips my breasts hard. Painfully. His fingers feel like they're everywhere. There is heat everywhere. But he won't put his finger inside me. He won't take my breast in his mouth.
"Please..." I whisper.
"Please what?" he growls.
I shiver. I want to beg him to satisfy me but I remind myself that I don't want this. My husband is waiting for me at home. "Please stop," I beg. It is the wrong thing to say.
Tony hauls me roughly up. He spins me around the face him. "Get on your knees slut," he snarls with a hard slap across my breast. I yelp, but obey. Tony works his belt and pulls his pants open, his hard cock springing free. I gasp.
My husband's cock is a solid eight inches and thick. Thicker than Tony's, but Tony's cock is longer by at least an inch. My pussy quivers in excitement. My husband already bottoms out when he slams into me, Tony's beautiful rod will be like a battering ram. My head is thick and muddled with arousal. My pussy is drenched and quivering from its denied orgasm. I need that cock inside me and I need it now.
