Author's note: This is my first time writing for more than one person. If people like it, I will add more chapters. Criticism and suggestions are welcome. I'd really love to hear from people who are reading non-con/reluctance stories but are terribly offended at the premise. Those comments are my favorite.
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Vanessa feels good about going to work for the first time in weeks, maybe even months. At least that's what she tells herself. Finally, she is ready. Finally, she can move on.
This weekend was what she needed. Friday night dancing with Sean at the club, spending most of the night at his place, sending him naughty texts Saturday and Sunday; she knows she doesn't need Chad anymore. All her heart ache and crying and anger, it is all in the past. She feels renewed. She feels young and sexy and just wants to have fun, what is what a girl in her mid-twenties should be doing!
And no, it's not ideal that Chad's still her boss—or that Sean works in another division at the same company—but she can manage it. The past two weeks of Chad completely ignoring her means nothing now.
She actually rolls her eyes and laughs thinking about how childish she had acted when he never returned her texts or never responded to her meeting requests at work or never her any attention whatsoever. He probably went back to his tired boring old wife. Sarah can have him. Whatever. Vanessa didn't want him—not anymore.
The relationship obviously wasn't going anywhere, he was way too old for her, he was married, and she never really loved him anyway. The sex was great, the sneaking around was exciting, sure, and it might have been fun at first having him be so controlling and dominating, but she was over all of that. Yeah, he was sexy, but he was also like, in his early 40s. She knew she could do better. And this past weekend, she did do better!
Her Uber pulls up and she spends several minutes getting her bag and things together for work. Her phone starts buzzing. The drivers were always so impatient. Let a girl get ready! She doesn't bother to answer, but walks out to get in the ride on her own time, only after she is confident, she has everything.
The driver's irritation vanishes as he sees the long, toned legs walking towards the car. He takes her in, the legs, the tight blue dress, the curves, the long blonde hair, everything. He drives away staring in his rear-view mirror, not paying nearly enough attention on what's in front of him.
Then the inevitable small talk began. "How's your day so far?" Normally the question would annoy her. It's 7:30 in the morning, how great can it be? Normally—but not today. Today she smiles wide, biting her lip just slightly as she thinks about the weekend and tells him today is fantastic. The driver's eyebrows raise at the cheery disposition and response, which he mistakes for flirting, and presses with more questions wanting to keep the conversation going.
She shrugs now and gives curt answers, trying to retreat into her phone. She looks up the conversation from Sean.
SEAN - can't stop thinkin about last night baby..i woke up so hard, im still so hard...
VANESSA - oh yeah??? Anything in particular on your mind???
SEAN - those perfect tits bouncing up and down as you rode...
The driver interrupts her concentration with his persisting questions. She deflects them for good with a phony yet bitchy smile and an insincere "Sorry, but I have to read these work emails, it's really important." He nods politely and says of course, now she's a bitch for not talking to him. She doesn't care.
She continues scrolling, reliving the weekend. Sean was so hot, but she had no idea he would be so sweet and gentle. How she had missed that! Chad was always rough and hard and stern and controlling. Yeah maybe she got used to that or told herself that's what she liked, but a girl needs something more. Sean had gorgeous green eyes and such a nice bright smile. His body was amazing, the chest and the abs, he was like a model. And he had this cute scruffy hair like a surfer boy meets dumb jock.
She had expected the sex to be pretty vanilla, especially after Chad, but Sean's kisses had been so tender, and while his hands were strong, he had touched her in almost a deeply caring way. She didn't know how to describe it, but she knew it was different and she definitely liked it.
The car pulls into the lot and she remembers not to get ahead of herself. Sean was a rebound and she would probably have to manage his expectations. She just wants some fun right now and hopefully that's what he wants too. For a second, she panics and wonders what if Chad somehow found out? That couldn't be possible though. They promised they would keep it their secret and Sean had no idea about Chad—no one did obviously!
That was what had been so hard about it, suffering his coldness in silence. She got out of the car and shook off the thought of him. He was the past, for good.
There were many eyes on her in the office as she went to her work station. She acts oblivious to all of them as if she has no idea why. Of course, she wore her sexiest dress she could get away with at work, the light blue fabric looks amazing on her deep tan skin and with her long, blonde hair hanging down over her shoulders. The material clings to her body. The dress is short but not quite a mini dress and just appropriate length for work (at least she tells herself) at almost mid-thigh, but very tight on her legs and ass. The plunging cowl neckline and curve-hugging top shows off her round, perky breasts. They barely fit in the D cup bra. Easily, her best feature, they were worth every penny.
Her push up bra is working wonders as are the high-heel black leather shoes that are making her feet scream, but her legs look so good. It feels so good to feel sexy and powerful again.
Then, the unexpected. Mid-morning, she gets an office IM from Chad. He never uses this, and he hasn't contacted her for so long. She smiles to herself. She knew he would notice her as soon as she stopped caring! But she didn't think it would be this fast! Had he seen her dress? She hadn't noticed him yet, but maybe he was spying on her. So typical. As soon as she moved on, he popped right back up. She smiled to herself as she walked to his office, shaking her hips and feeling powerful from the attention. It was too late. Or at least he was going to have to really work if he wanted her back.
Chad's door was open as she peaked in and said hello, a little startled to see him standing next to it almost waiting for her. His eyes took their time looking her up and down with a subtle, cocky little grin.
She loved and hated that smile. He tells her to come in and immediately shuts the door behind her not saying anything, letting her stand there awkwardly for a second. Just as she is about to open her mouth, his strong hand clasps her arm and pushes her easily against the wall.
He grabs both of her arms near the shoulder, his fingers rubbing into her through the dress as he smiles at her for a second then kisses her, his lips hard on hers and soon his tongue is inside her mouth. Her tongue plays on his and she lets his lips on hers and kisses him back, tasting him and missing him, feeling his strength radiate through her.
Her mind rushes; she didn't even have a chance to react, everything was so fast and unexpected. His mouth releases hers and he stares at her and she at him. Her breath heavy and her body shaking slightly as her mind begins to catch up.
Chad stood a little over six feet, a good half foot taller than her. His short gray and dark hair always cropped short and perfectly trimmed every week. The athletic cut of his dress shirt fit his chest and arms to perfectly show off his strong physique that he had kept up from his days as an officer in the navy or marines, she could never remember. Even though he was almost twenty years older than her, he was still in better shape than most men she knew. His blue eyes, light and piercing, stared at her unwavering and without blinking. What did her face say? What was he thinking? She felt like he always knew what she was feeling by the way he looked at her.
He had taken her in this office so many times but never like this, grabbing her so fast and so forcefully without saying a word. And it had been almost a month since they fucked and over two weeks since they had even talked. Why now?!
The cloud cleared and she leaned back pressing herself more against the wall to put some more distance between them. "Umm, what the fuck Chad? You think you can just kiss me like this after everythi-"
Chad wasn't listening. His hand moves from her shoulder to her cheek, his thumb rubbing her skin and his fingers wrapping behind her neck. He looks her up and down and interrupts her mid-sentence. "Nice dress. Who'd you wear it for? Me or someone else?"
His cocky little grin gets a little bigger as he keeps her gaze; his left hand moving from her shoulder down over her chest, her waist, down her thigh and finding its way on the inside of her left leg right under her dress. His fingers pressed into her bare soft skin; her body tensing from missing his touch as he moves closer, rubbing his body against hers—a grain of air separates their lips.
Vanessa meekly whispers something about needing space but she's not sure if she says the words out loud or just in her head. Chad's fingers expertly move up the inside of her thigh, pressing into her flesh, seeming to touch every inch of her as he slides under her dress and between her legs. She can't help but moan and tense up. Instinctively, she opens herself up slightly to him, a force of habit from the many times she's let him paw at her.
He smiles broadly as his fingers find her pussy bare, ready for him. "Good girl, you still remembered my rule." She hadn't worn panties to work in so long it has simply become a habit, she's not sure if she thought about it or not this morning, at least not consciously.
She feels his fingers move her lips apart and press on her slowly. Vanessa's legs weaken and her pussy gets wet. This was what she had wanted for so long, but why today and why like this?
Vanessa moans louder. She reaches out to grab his waist just above his belt and then feels his hand on her neck tighten and he plies her gaze up making her stare at him. His voice is a low whisper, a deep guttural resonance. "Tell me slut. Was this bare cunt meant for my fingers?" A slight pause. "Or someone else's?"
His sly smile retreats as his gaze intensifies and Vanessa feels her heart quicken for a new, different reason. "Chad, what are you talking about? Who says it's for anyone?"
His whisper turns to a growl. "Don't fucking play games with me bitch!" His fingers enmeshed in her long blonde hair as he pulls her head back sharp and quick—his other hand clenches tight on her pussy and she lets out a sharp scream from pain and surprise. "That's it bitch, grind your cunt on my hand." Vanessa obeys.
She closes her eyes and feels his kisses resume. His body on hers and his hands in control of her. She's powerless to move; her body wouldn't let her even if she was able.
His kisses move to her ear and he whispers, his voice now soft when seconds ago it was rough and hard. "Tell me where you were this weekend Vanessa?" His full weight against her; she resists. Putting her hands on his chest, she pushes back against him.
Vanessa's poise returns and her fiery temper is kindled, "What the fuck are you talking about Chad!? You haven't talked to me in fucking weeks and now you think you can just have me whenever you want! You don't fucking own me asshole!"
Chad's temper flares. His hands on her face pressing in hard, his body pinning hers tightly. "Shut the fuck up Vanessa. I do fucking own you! Don't ever forget, your cunt belongs to me, your mouth belongs to me, your ass—your whole fucking body is mine!! Isn't it bitch?"
