Business As Usual · Part 1

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“Ok, any questions?”

Jessica Graham glanced across the expanse of her huge desk toward the four men ranked on the other side. One shifted uncomfortably under her piercing gaze, but none spoke. Jessica smiled.

“Then let’s get this done. Understand, gentlemen, successful completion of this project can fetch huge dividends for this company. Failure will not be tolerated. The ball is now in your court. Don’t fumble. That will be all.”

Silently, the men rose and filed out of the room. Jessica rose from her desk and slipped silently to the now closed door. Pressing her ear to the door, she listened.

“Damn her,” muttered a male voice. “She knows damn good and well we’ll have to work our asses off to get this done by the deadline. And even then, there’s no guarantee.”

“And if we manage to pull it off,” added another voice, “she’ll get all the credit, and we’ll get nailed by Finance for the overtime expenses.”

“Domineering bitch,” a third voice growled softly.

Smiling, Jessica moved back to her desk. As usual, the men in the company resented her position over them. It didn’t seem to matter that she’d reached her present position the hard way, through hard work and the courage to never back down when she knew she was right. All they seemed to see was a woman in the chair each thought they should have. Jessica shrugged. She’d long since gotten used to the prejudice. Still, it never ceased to amuse her how easily some men could be intimidated by a strong woman. For now, though, she had other things to think about.

Moving quickly, she shut down her computer, then rose and left the office. Stopping at her secretary’s desk, she gave instructions in her usual terse sentences. Callers and visitors were to be informed that Miss Graham had left the office early, and would not return until Monday morning. Then, after checking to make sure her office was locked, she swept through the building and out into the warm afternoon sun. Jessica’s Jaguar was parked in the executive lot, and as she moved toward it, she was smiling, but for an entirely private reason. Walter, her current live in, had emailed her with a promise of a weekend she’d not soon forget. It was anticipation of what lay ahead that had caused her to leave work early, something she very rarely did. Still smiling, she slipped into the car and pulled smoothly into traffic.

As she drove, Jessica’s thoughts wandered. She thought about Walter, and how he had come to live in her home. Walter was a junior executive in Jessica’s department. Their relationship had started out as a quick fling, fueled by alcohol at a company party. That night, Walter had proven to be such a caring and giving lover, she had decided to extend the relationship. Eventually, she’d invited him to move into her large house with her. Walter was a caring, compassionate man, and a better than average lover. Still, he remained a subordinate, in bed as well as at work, a fact Jessica made clear whenever necessary.

The drive home was the same as it always was, but anticipation made it feel longer. Jessica sighed with relief when she was finally able to step into the coolness of her house. Walter wasn’t home yet, so she had plenty of time to prepare for whatever he had in mind.

Moving through the house, Jessica stopped in her bedroom long enough to collect her bathrobe, then stepped into the bathroom. Stripping off her smart business suit, she paused in front of the full-length mirror, smiling at what she saw. Not bad, she thought, for a woman approaching 40. Her long legs were still toned and firm, her hips and ass well proportioned, without the spread brought on by hours spent in a chair. Her waist remained slim, her large breasts firm and proud. Long, flowing blonde hair still cascaded around a face that combined strength and beauty. Deep, piercing blue eyes gazed back at her. Nodding her approval, she stepped into the shower.

When she finally stepped out of the shower, Jessica felt refreshed. She shrugged into her robe and wrapped her hair into a towel. Turning toward the door, she saw a glass of wine on the sink.

“Well,” she smiled, “Walter’s home. Time to see what he has in mind for this unforgettable weekend.” Sipping the wine, she slipped from the room.

Looking through the house, she saw no sign of Walter. Only the now empty wine glass suggested he’d arrived. Frustrated, she returned to the bedroom. As she slipped out of her robe, she decided Walter would require a reminder of just who was in charge here. He knew she disliked game playing, yet that seemed to be exactly what he was up to. That, she vowed silently, would stop immediately. Jessica turned to hang up her robe, halting when her knees buckled slightly. The room began to spin slowly, and she dropped to the bed, no longer able to hold herself upright. She was still trying to figure out what was happening when the world went black.

Jessica awoke slowly from a strange dream. In that dream, she’d found herself on her knees before a marble statue. She was, strangely, unable to move. Even stranger, her face was pressed to the crotch of the statue, its hard, stone cock filling her mouth. Rising slowly to wakefulness, she felt no remorse in leaving that dream behind. As consciousness returned, however, she began to realize that her reality was not far removed from the dream. True, she was on her back instead of her knees. And the cock filling her mouth felt like rubber instead of marble. Her apparent inability to move, however, was unchanged. Opening her eyes, she quickly took stock of her situation.

Naked, she lay on her bed, knees bent, feet flat on the mattress. Leather cuffs encircled each wrist and ankle, short chains connecting each wrist to the corresponding ankle. This kept her arms stretched down her sides, while her heels were held pressed against the curve of her ass. More rope stretched from each knee out of sight down the side of the bed, holding her knees spread almost uncomfortably wide. Finally, a large rubber penis had been placed in her mouth, held in place by straps around her head.

Angered, humiliated, and more than a little afraid, she looked around the room. Who had done this to her? Who had the nerve to enter her home and render her so helpless and vulnerable? Whoever it was, she vowed, would pay dearly. Her thoughts scattered as she watched Walter enter the room. At first, she thought he’d come to rescue her, but his appearance, and the look in his eyes, raised doubts. For one thing, he was naked. As he approached, she watched his engorged cock sway with each step. Normally, such a sight would have caused instant arousal. This time, however, it only served to remind her of the imitation cock filling her mouth.

“Comfy?” he asked, settling himself on the edge of the bed. Jessica growled and shook her head, her eyes commanding him to release her. “I’m sorry to hear that,” he said, smiling. “Especially considering the fact that you’re going to be there for a while.”

Jessica’s eyes widened, and muffled sounds that could only be curses leaked from behind the panel of her gag. Briefly, she struggled against her bonds, only to subside as the full extent of her helplessness sank in.

As her struggles subsided, Walter leaned forward and took her nipple between his lips, sucking gently. Jessica was shocked. It became increasingly clear that her current situation was his doing. And now he had the nerve to touch her? Did he expect her to turn into one of those writhing, mewling slaves from those movies he liked to watch? Once, he’d talked her into watching one with him. She’d been shocked at what she’d seen, and even more shocked at the arousal she’d felt. Their lovemaking that night had been memorable, but she had never again watched one of his movies.

Was that it? She thought in surprise. Was he trying to turn her into someone from one of those movies? If so, he was in for a surprise. He would get nothing from her. Firmly, she willed herself not to respond. Her body, however, wasn’t listening. Under his lips, her nipple soon hardened, and she felt the first feelings of pleasure begin to radiate. When his lips moved to her other nipple, it quickly hardened as well, the feelings growing stronger despite her resolve. And the first faint doubts began to appear.

With both nipples hard, Walter began moving back and forth, sucking and nibbling each hard bud briefly before returning to the other. Jessica surprised herself always been very sensitive. Still, as long as he didn’t expand the areas under his attention, she felt sure she could limit her responses.

Slowly, patiently, Walter continued his gentle assault on her nipples. And slowly, gradually, Jessica felt her arousal grow. Her soft moans grew to be almost continuous. As if of it’s own will, her body was responding, her chest pushing upwards as if offering her nipples to his continuing attention. When Walter finally raised his lips from her breasts, her moan became a groan of frustration, stopping only when he slipped a blindfold over her eyes.

When his lips returned to her nipples, Jessica jumped slightly. It was as if, by removing her sight, he had made the rest of her body even more sensitive. Though the rhythm of his assault on her nipples was no different than before, her body seemed to react ever more strongly. Slowly, helplessly, she sank into a spinning, pulsing sea of need and desire. Her moans grew stronger, her body began to thrust upward, and if silently begging for more.

Suddenly, the gentle assault on her nipple ceased. Fueled by a need stronger than she’d ever believed possible, Jessica moaned loudly, thrusting herself upwards as far as her bonds would allow. Gone were anger, fear, even coherent thought. All that remained was raw, aching need. All that mattered was fulfilling that need, whatever it took. The sense of a body poised over hers briefly focused her whirling mind. The sensation of a cock brushing the lips of her pussy drove her into renewed efforts to thrust upwards. She needed it, needed anything to relieve this unbearable need.

Suddenly, the cock thrust deep inside her. Strung unbelievably tight by what she had already experienced, her body exploded. An orgasm stronger than any she’d ever dreamed of smashed through her like a series of tidal waves, each peak higher than the one before. Again and again the waves surged, dragging her down until the world vanished.

Jessica woke to find herself still lying in her bed. Her bonds were gone, and a light blanket covered her still naked body. Her body felt as if all the muscles had been removed, leaving her unable to move. Sated as she had never been sated before, her body seemed unwilling to relinquish the afterglow. Slowly, reluctantly, she opened her eyes.

At the sight of Walter seated on the edge of the bed, the memory of what had happened rushed back to her. Anger warred with the sensations she had just felt, leaving her speechless.

“Are you ok?” he asked softly. At the sound of his voice, her thoughts coalesced.

“You bastard!” she snarled. “How dare you do this to me!”

“This?” he asked. “You mean binding you and making you helpless?”

“Of course that’s what I mean! What else could I mean?”

“Well,” Walter replied, “you could have meant making you cum like you’d never cum before.”

Jessica glared at him, and opened her mouth to curse him. The words stuck in her throat when he reached up and stroked one nipple. Even through the blanket, the touch was enough to take her breath away, so sensitive was her body in the afterglow. For long moment, she was unable to speak. When she gained control of her voice, she spoke more softly.

“You had no right to do what you did to me,” she declared.“You drugged me, bound me without my permission, and took advantage of my helplessness. I will not tolerate this kind of behavior. Do you understand me?”

Walter looked away.“I understand. I thought you would enjoy it. I promise, I’ll never do it again.”

“You most certainly will not,” Jessica replied in her sternest voice. “You will never again make the decision to tie and fuck me.” Her voice softened as a smile began to appear. “You will only do so when I want you to.”

Walter glanced up quickly, the stunned look on his face giving way to a matching smile.

“Now,” Jessica said, “I do hope you have more ideas in that devious head of yours. Next weekend, I fully expect you to exceed yourself.” She smiled again, a memory of the four men at work suddenly surfacing. “The ball is in your court, lover. Don’t fumble.”

“Hello? No, Miss Graham is not available for calls today. May I ask what this is regarding? Ah, Mr. Mullens. No, sir, Miss Graham does not discuss work on her days off. I’m afraid you’ll have to catch her at her office on Monday morning. This weekend, she prefers to just hang out and relax. Yes, sir, I will let her know you called. Thank you, sir. Good day.”

Walter ended the call with a smile, then turned to face the topic of the conversation.“ Mullens will be calling you Monday. OK?”

“Mmmppphhhh.”

“I thought so. Now, I’m going to have breakfast. You just hang out here till I get back, ok?”

As the door closed, Jessica squirmed indignantly. Hang out, indeed! She would definitely have to have words with Walter about his sense of humor. When she was able to speak, whenever that turned out to be.

Jessica had wondered about Walter’s latest project. It had started several days before. Without warning, he had descended on her with a measuring tape and a length of string. As she lay naked on the bed, he had measured her in ways and places she’d never seen measured before. Her questions had been answered with a cryptic, “It’s a surprise.”

Next day, she’d returned home to find two sturdy hooks embedded in the ceiling of her living room. Again, Walter had refused to answer her questions. Jessica had been left totally in the dark as to what he had in mind. Until today. Last night, their lovemaking had been long and intense. Exhausted, Jessica had slept deeply. So deeply that she hadn’t even noticed when Walter began his preparations for the day.

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