NoEasyWayOut (3 page)

It was almost a week before she saw or heard from him again.
She’d spent the week swinging between shame and desire—shame at the way she’d
let him touch her, shame at the way he’d made her taste herself and more than
anything shame at the way she’d come so forcefully at the stroke of his hands.

But then every time she thought about that night she felt a
tingle of pleasure too. It wasn’t just the way he had touched her with such
certainty and such skill but the way he had seemed to control her.

Giving in to him had made it more exciting. She hadn’t known
what he would do next. It felt like his desires were overwhelming and she was
the only one who could satisfy them and for some reason that felt exciting and as
though she were powerful even when she seemed most powerless.

A week later he’d come into the office demanding to see her,
insisting that she clear all her other meetings—which of course she did, given
that as a client he was worth more than all her others put together.

She felt nervous seeing him again. What did he think of her,
now that he’d touched her like that? Were they still dating? Did he still want
her?

He sat down in the big chair opposite her desk and said
coolly, “You owe me one.”

She’d stared at him blankly.

“Don’t say you’ve forgotten.” He sighed. “Just how many men’s
fingers have been inside you since last week?”

She said nothing, a blush creeping slowly up her neck.

“Surely you don’t let every man you date do that to you?” He
raised his hand, two fingers extended and kissed them and blew her the kiss.

She shook her head. “Of course not.” She frowned at him,
feeling angry.

“So. If you remember, you owe me one. And I’m here to
collect.”

“What do you mean?” She smiled nervously.

“What I mean is,” he spelled it out as though she were was
being rather slow, “I want you to come over here right now, kneel down in front
of me, unzip my trousers, take out my cock and suck it until I come in your
mouth. Then I want you to swallow my come and say ‘thank you very much, Daniel,
please come again.’”

“No,” she said instantly. “Not here. That’s disgusting.”

“Is it? Is it any different to what I did for you? I didn’t
hear you complaining. Moaning yes, complaining no.” He laughed softly.

She shook her head. “This is my office. And that was a date.”

“Oh so that makes a difference does it? You’re so
conventional,” he sighed. “So dull. I thought more of you.”

“I’m not conventional. I just meant it feels different.” She
tried to stop that look of disappointment on his face. “And you surprised me.”

“Then get used to the idea.”

“But it’s my office. What if someone comes in?”

He stood and strode to the door.

Her heart sank. He was leaving—her best client, the closest
thing she had to a boyfriend, the man who took her places she had never been
before.

He called out to the rest of the office in his commanding
tones. “I’m having a meeting with my PR team and I am not under any
circumstances to be disturbed. Is that understood?”

There was a shocked silence in the big room as everyone
stopped what they were doing, then came a murmur of yesses. What Daniel wanted
Daniel got.

He slammed the door shut behind him. “Happy now? So what’s
stopping you now?”

“I don’t know. Nothing.” It was true, no one would come in.
And it wasn’t as if she’d never gone down on a man. And she was dating him so what
could be wrong?

“Then come over here and kneel down before I change my mind
and go elsewhere.” He was smiling at her. “I want you, Ruthanne. And I can’t
wait.”

That made it better, made it more like a date and an act of
passion but it still felt wrong as she went over to him and knelt down in front
of him. Wrong but exciting at the same time. She looked up at him. Was she
really going to do it? Now? In her office? In the middle of the day? To someone
who had just marched in and demanded it?

He was taking control of her again and something in her
liked it, found that arousing and impossible to deny.

She reached up and slowly unzipped his expensive trousers.
She heard the sound of the heavy silk lining of his trousers against the
lighter silk of his boxer shorts and was impressed again despite herself.

“Good girl, Ruthanne.” His voice was soft now, gentle even. “I
knew you wouldn’t let me down. I knew you were the right choice.”

He was already erect and she maneuvered him out of the gap
in his shorts and held his stiff rod. She couldn’t believe she was going to do
it here and now. This was not how her relationships normally went and she wasn’t
that kind of person. But perhaps she was now. Perhaps she was a risk-taker,
adventurous, up for anything?

“Suck me, Ruthanne. Take me in your mouth.”

She felt demeaned but strangely excited by the way he was
treating her, using her almost as if she had no will, no control anymore. She
leaned forward and licked the end of his penis, tasting its fresh saltiness.
She squeezed it with her hand as she lapped at the head, wetting it and
flicking her tongue at him.

“I knew you wouldn’t let me down, Ruthanne. I knew you
wanted to do it.” He put his hands on her head, tangling his fingers into her
hair and pulled her head forward so two, three inches slipped into her mouth.
She sucked on it and moved her head back and forward slowly. “Look at me while
you’re sucking my cock.”

She raised her eyes and saw him smiling down at her, a look
of desire and triumph on his face. “That’s good. This suits you. We should do
this more often.”

She pumped his dick in and out of her mouth, sucking at it,
sometimes licking with her tongue, lashing at it. She felt a wetness between
her legs, knowing she was doing something bad, something she shouldn’t do and
liking that feeling.

“You are a great cocksucker,” Daniel said. She felt happy
that he was pleased with her even though he said it in an unpleasant way.

She sucked harder, knowing from his voice that he was
getting nearer. His hands gripped her hair more tightly and painfully. She
tried to move her head back but he pulled it pulled it farther into his lap,
forcing another inch into her mouth, almost making her gag.

She moved her head as much as she could, pulling away each
time as he forced her back, pushing it in too deep. Then he was holding her
head and thrusting into her mouth and she was gagging and choking. He came, a
thick spurt of hot semen filling her mouth and making her choke even more. She wrenched
her head away and he stared at her.

“Have you got a mouth full of my spunk?” he said, his voice
not as controlled as usual.

She nodded.

“Open wide. Show me. “

She opened her mouth and he looked inside.

“A mouthful,” he said with satisfaction. “I like that. I
want to do that more often with you. It suits you. On your knees with a mouth
full of come.” He was back to himself now, his voice teasing, light but cruel
too. “Now swallow it. And say thank you.”

It took an effort of will to swallow. She wanted nothing
more than to spit it all out and rinse out her moth. But he was watching and
waiting so she made herself swallow it down.

“And now say thank you. Say ‘thank you for coming in my
mouth, Daniel.’”

She laughed and shook her head. She couldn’t say that.

“Say it. Or I won’t do it again. Not with you anyway.”

She felt the rush of panic and the words tumbled out of her
mouth before she could think about it. She blushed as she spoke. It was one
thing to do it. It was another to say those words.

“Good girl. Now stand up and let’s see how you really felt
about all that.”

She thought he was going to kiss her or hold her but he
stayed seated as she stood in front of him. He put his hand up her skirt. He
moved her panties to one side, his fingers cool against her.

“Open your legs,” he said and she did so, standing with her
legs apart for him.

He stroked her gently, parting her lips, slipping his
fingers between them then inside her. “Wet. Dripping wet. I knew it. You loved
it.”

And she
was
aroused. She didn’t know why. There was
something about being under his control, about being treated like a sex object
that got her wet—wetter than she’d ever been before.

“Look. I wouldn’t normally do this but seeing as it’s you…”
His voice trailed off as he started touching her insistently, his fingers
slipping in and out of her hard and then his fingers finding her clit and
rubbing it.

She felt a rush of blood and pushed into his hand, wanting
him to touch her.

“Do you want me to make you come?”

She stood there and nodded.

“Say it then. And say please.”

“Please make me come.” Just saying the words made her feel
more aroused.

He rubbed harder, his thumb on her clit, two, three fingers
inside her now.

“You want me to don’t you?” he asked again. “You need me to
do this.”

“Yes. Please.” She leaned forward, her hands grabbing the
back of the chair.

“You make me want to do things to you. Bad things, because
however much you complain.” He thrust three fingers deep inside her, making her
stagger and groan in pain. “However much you complain, I know you love it.”

He rubbed her clitoris again with his thumb, harder and
faster, until she knew what was going to happen and she couldn’t stop. She
started to come with three fingers pulling her painfully open and his thumb on
her clit.

“Are you coming?”

“Yes, yes.” She pushed against his hand, needing him to keep
rubbing, to keep touching her.

“Do you like the things I do to you?”

“Yes, yes,” she said again, focusing on his hand, on his
fingers stretching her, on his thumb moving so hard and so fast across her clit.
Then she bucked against him, out of control as the orgasm took her.

She pushed against his hand, needing him to keep touching
her, to keep rubbing her clit, trying not to cry out, trying not to let her
body rock and buck. But the pleasure was impossible, too much. She heard her
own voice moaning and felt her body moving and writhing against his hand as she
came. She pushed harder against him, losing herself in the throes of her orgasm
as he kept rubbing her harder and harder.

“You see,” he said, watching her catch her breath. “You love
it. Don’t you?”

The sensations eased away and his thumb was still, resting
lightly on her tender clit. His fingers were still inside her and he gave them
another thrust as he spoke.

“You love it. Don’t you?”

She nodded, unable to speak.

“I’d like to put something really big inside you.” He flexed
his fingers and stretched her.

She lowered her head, moaning softly, needing to sit down.

Then he withdrew his fingers. “So,” he said, as if this were
a meeting he was drawing to a conclusion. “We have established that you give
great head, that you are willing to put up with almost anything to satisfy your
desires and that when you say no you usually mean yes. I’m glad we’ve got that
cleared up. And now I really must be going.”

He stood and zipped himself up, leaving her standing there
with her skirt pushed up and her panties to one side, tangled in her wetness.

He leaned in and kissed her on the forehead. “It’s been lovely.
I must go. Don’t clean your teeth yet either. I want to know I’m still in
there, all day, all evening.” He smiled.

She nodded, still dazed from the power of her orgasm.

“Saturday night happens to be a little bit special,” he said.
“I don’t suppose you’d be free for dinner?”

It was Valentine’s night and of course she had nothing
planned, no date lined up—just the thought of a box of chocolates in front of
the TV, hiding away when everyone else was on a romantic date.

She nodded.

“Good. I’ll pick you at eight.” He smiled at her, then his
face changed. “You need to pull yourself together.” He looked at her disheveled
clothes as if their state was her fault, not his. “You don’t want your
colleagues to know what a little slut you are.”

And with that he left.

She stumbled to her desk and sat down, still reeling from
her orgasm but now angry too. She wasn’t going to see him again, Valentine’s
night or no Valentine’s night. He seemed to assume that she’d want to see him
again and that she’d drop any other plans to make herself available.

Well, she wouldn’t. She’d rather stay at home by herself
than go out with someone who called her a slut—especially a man who asked her
to keep the taste and smell of his semen in her mouth all day and all evening
as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

She wriggled in her seat, still feeling sore after the way
he had used her. Why had she been so wet when he touched her? Her brain knew
she shouldn’t be doing what he asked. She knew she shouldn’t be going down on
him like that and she knew that what he was asking her do was wrong. So why had
her body betrayed her? Why did it give her shiver of pleasure when he talked to
her as though she were some kind of hooker? And why had she come so powerfully
when she didn’t want to and when he was almost hurting her?

She didn’t understand it. She didn’t want to even think
about him again. She just wanted a nice long bath, to clean her teeth five
times and to go to sleep.

There was a knock at the door. Was he back? But he never
knocked.

Her manager poked his head round. “All clear?” He came in
and closed the door behind him. “You don’t look so good. Rough meeting?”

She nodded, not trusting herself to say anything.

“I heard Daniel marched in demanding to see you, all riled
up about something.”

She nodded again.

“But he left looking a lot happier?” He looked hopeful. “I
caught up with him as he left and he said he was very satisfied, really quite
happy with the way you’d handled things and he was willing to continue the
contract as long as you were the one who worked on it.”