The days in the office gradually increased and we hired a live-in au-pair to help with the baby. I was soon pregnant again and, following a similar routine, was eventually the proud mother of a healthy daughter, Sophie. We, Jon and I, decided that two children were sufficient for us, so I went back on birth control and Jon had a vasectomy. When I told Natalie in conversation one day she seemed pleased but said nothing of consequence about it.
After six months I was promoted to a management position, what was strange was that I was still moved around the business, now put in charge of each department that I worked in. I was now involved in management meetings with Natalie and Grant where we discussed strategy and plans. Then a year after Sophie was born my life took a totally unexpected turn.
“We have an important issue to discuss with you and would like to do it without delay, after work today please, I expect it to delay you for at least a couple of hours, so make your excuses with Jon and join us in the boardroom in half an hour please.” Natalie said rather more formally than she would usually speak to me.
When I arrived Grant was already there, sitting in a chair in the informal corner of the room, he indicated the sofa and invited me to sit. Natalie joined me and took the other chair. “Coffees everyone?”
Once we were settled with our drinks Grant dropped the bombshell, “I want to step back from the company, I won’t retire, but will not be so involved in the day-to-day business.” I opened my mouth to ask the myriad of questions that flooded my mind. I’d worked in every part of the business except his, no-one had. He was unique in the company and as far as I could see he was key to its success, and even possibly, it’s survival.
Before I could say anything Natalie began, “We want you to take on Grant’s role, you know how our company functions, you are bright, enthusiastic and most importantly loyal.” I must have looked shocked; I certainly couldn’t find any words at that moment.
Grant took over, “I’m not going just yet, I will obviously need to pass on my knowledge, training you if you like, I will spend no more than two years introducing you to what I do and to pass on my various contacts. I know you can do the job, you’re perfect for it but there is a condition.”
Natalie then interrupted, “You will of course become a director and have the title of Vice-President, your salary and benefits will rise accordingly. Should your training period end successfully you will receive a number of shares in the company, so becoming part owner with Grant and I.”
She slid a document across the table to me that outlined the details of the offer, and I was staggered at what they thought I was worth. “I’ll leave you now to talk it over with Grant.” At that she picked up her purse and departed.
“What do you think?” Grant interjected, “Does the prospect of being with me excite you?” I immediately thought that was a strange thing to say, especially when I saw a teasing expression on his face, one I had not seen before, there was maybe a slight smile on his lips. As soon as I noticed it he hid it and was back to the Grant I had always known. “Jon will need to be on-board because there will be times when you need to travel with me.”
“Well,” I began.
“Wait, there is one condition, an important consideration that is non-negotiable I’m afraid.” At this he stood and joined me on the plush leather settee, he looked me square in the eyes and said, “there is a price to pay for my skill and mentoring,” he moved his face closer to mine, then said the words that sent a shock wave right through me, “I’m going to be fucking you.”
Wow, I was taken completely by surprise, totally stunned, I wondered if I’d heard him right? My jaw must have dropped open as before I could react his lips met mine and his tongue was deep in my mouth, his large hand had reached behind my head to hold it in place as he overwhelmed me with the passion of the kiss.
Breathlessly I tried to resist, I had my hands on his chest pushing against him, but he was too strong, his other hand fondled my breast, I was losing the battle, I felt my nipple respond, my whole body was reacting despite the objection of my rational mind. His eyes were locked on mine as he continued to kiss me.
He caught my hand when I attempted to slap his face, then when he broke the kiss, I yelled at him, “You arrogant pig! How dare you do that to me; who do you think you are?” I struggled to pull my hands from his as I continued my tirade, “Get off me, let me go, you know I’m a married woman…”
His roar of laughter interrupted me, “Yes I know you are married, happily I hope. That’s the point you see. You are only any use to me as a married woman. For this to work you must be married.” His response floored me; he’d stressed the ‘must’ and so had my attention now. “I’ve always struggled with relationships, any attractive women I meet are either married or are gold-diggers. The latter group are no use to me, but…..”
“Breaking up a happy marriage is more appealing to you is it?” I said indignantly as I rose to my feet, “you get your kicks from breaking up families, causing misery and disappointment, is that it?.”
Standing looking down at him as I finished my statement I noticed he was smiling at me, waiting for me, looking annoyingly calm, “You misunderstand me, I am not interested in breaking up your marriage, I want you to return home to your family. Its important to me that you to remain in love with your husband as I don’t need your emotional attachment, I positively don’t want you to fall for me, I just want my basic needs attending to.”
He stood to face me, “I find you extremely attractive, you are beautiful, very intelligent and most importantly you are ambitious.” His hands now rested on my hips, “I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first day I met you. Now you want my job, the time is right and all I want in return is to fuck you…”
“Why now?” I interrupted him, “why wait until I have a husband and children?”
“That’s the whole point, don’t you see? He affectionately moved a stray strand of hair from my face. “My needs are basic, I don’t want anything that goes with a permanent relationship, I just want you to satisfy my carnal need, and do it regularly.”
“But I don’t even like you! You are rude, all the time I’ve known you have kept me at arms length, shown no interest in me as a woman! I just don’t get it. Why the hell would I agree to your condition?”
The annoying smile was back. “Because you are ambitious, you want the job, you need the power it would give you, the prestige is important to you, the whole package excites you so much, I can see it, and you know it. Oh, and perhaps most importantly, the sex with me will be good, I’m sure you’ll enjoy it.”
He was right, well with some of what he said anyway, I did want the job. I really wanted it, but could I have sex with this man to get it? My mind drifted back to the times I’d danced with him, his powerful presence, the confident touch as he held me, the feeling of dominance as we swayed to the music…. then the kiss just now! My body wanted it, betrayed by my own involuntary reaction I wondered if it would be so bad…
How it happened, I can’t remember all of it now. My thoughts were interrupted by him kissing me again, he’d pulled me against him and pressed his lips to mine, it was an unconscious decision on my part to wrap my arms around his neck as I returned the kiss, he lifted me off my feet pulling me tightly against his hard body. I felt his hands shift to my back as I surrendered to his passion.
He’d moved me up against the boardroom table, his hands slid up my thighs taking the hem of my dress with them, the cold wood now pressed against the back of my exposed thighs. I felt his fingers slide past the flimsy lace of my underwear and slip easily inside me. I was completely at his mercy now, he’d given me no option, it had happened so fast, his domination of me now seemingly complete. Then he removed his hand from my vagina and inhaled my aroma. “Beautiful, you have no idea how long I have waited for this moment, a chance to see your lovely body, to taste you, and to finally possess you.”
He’d taken a step back from me, eyes roaming over me as I tried to get my breath back. I looked to the door, could I get to it and escape? Did I even want to? As I debated this internally, my brain verses my body, he spoke again, “I won’t stop you if you decide to leave, it’s your choice, the promotion you deserve, the step-up you want and all you have to do is…. well, I’ve told you what I want for it, what my condition is, remember it’s only business!”
“It is up to you now, removing your clothes will not only fulfil my dreams it will confirm your acceptance of my offer, but I also promise not to disappoint you… in any way.” Our eyes were locked as my mind whirled trying to resolve my dilemma, then he demanded, “Well what will it be?”
What did I want? I’d worked hard, I deserved the promotion didn’t I? Could I deceive Jon, my love, the man of my dreams, my darling Jon. Would submitting to this arrogant man be so bad? Could the job be worth the risk I’d be taking? How would I hide it from my family, did I want to? All the time my mind was working through these questions my body made a choice, involuntarily my shaking hands unzipped my dress, then reached for my bra clasp.
Eventually realising what I was already doing I spoke softly, “You leave me no choice you arrogant bastard! But you know that don’t you? I should hate you, I really ought to tell you just to fuck off, and stuff your job, let you know that I don’t need it.” My dress had already dropped from my overheated body, my bra now held loosely against my heaving breasts, “You really are enjoying this, you think you deserve it, believing you can have just what you want, you’re a bastard, I despise you!”
Even as I spoke I’d surrendered completely by setting my breasts free to his gaze, his eyes widened in appreciation, then without waiting I’d quickly slipped my knickers down to the floor. All the time I was looking back at him with what I hoped was a defiant stare. Naked now, I stood for a moment. Then, without taking my eyes from his, I laid back on the table, I held my arms above my head, my body completely open to him as I lay in total submission.