The moment he wanted to push her back he noticed she held his half opened shirt tightly. “Let go, Alex” he said calmly. Just to check if she understood that he was the boss yet. She didn’t let go, so apparently she didn’t. He moved his hands down to bend her fingers back painfully. She yelped and let go the moment the first crackle sounded. “Good girl. I wouldn’t want to break your fingers.” he said mockingly while pushing her back against the wall. The bra fell off on its own by the sudden movement, revealing her big breasts.
Ryan stood back admiring them for a moment, ignoring the daggers her eyes shot at him while she held one hand protectively over the other, her fingers paining still.. They looked so different from Liz’s, the only breasts he had seen in a long, long time. She had little breasts, with equally small nipples. Alex’s were the completely opposite. Round, big and still firm as may be expected from a girl who still had her youth. Her nipples were equally big, which was a new phenomenon to him. Sure he had seen those on women from the porn he watched every now and then, but none of the women he had been together with. He was mesmerized. He wanted to caress them, hold them, squeeze them, lick them and bite them. He breathed in to brace himself. “All in due time” he thought. “And time we have” he continued, saying it out loud as to confirm it to the girl who now pushed herself into the corner of the wall and the cabin. He moved in closer to her again.
He let his fingers follow the curves of her breasts, symmetrically slid them over the sides and over the front, drawing circles around the nipples. He was pleased to see they immediately came to life. He ripped his eyes off her hardened nipples and met her eyes. He smiled at her, amazed by how hateful she was able to look at him. “If looks could kill…” he said tilting her head up with a single finger under her chin. He wondered why she kept such a low profile, her resistance had been less than he expected. “Most probably not in the mood for more slaps, clever girl.” he thought to himself. He moved his eyes and his hands back down resting them onto her hard nipples.
Ryan didn’t have to look down further to know he was rock hard since the moment he finally got to glance at those tits which had been keeping the whole office in a tight grip. He smiled at the thought that even though all the men were drooling over them daily, he had the pleasure of seeing and even touching them. With that thought he squeezed the left nipple hard. Alex yelped and moved her hands to protect them from the unwanted violence. Ryan slapped her hands away like annoying bugs. “Two can play this game” he grinned while pinching them both harshly, twisting them between his fingers. Again her hands moved up, and again Ryan slapped them off. “Stop that or I’m going to have to punish you again…”
This time he twisted the nipples until he was nearly convinced the skin would rip. Strangely enough that thought turned him on thus the more. Her hands moved up yet again, as a reflex to stop the torture. He already anticipated that. Ryan grabbed himself a hand full of hair again despite the several no’s and yelps and smashed her head against the wall twice. “I warned you, didn’t I? I believe that was fairly kind of me seen your behavior…” The girl didn’t respond but buckled through her knees and slid down the wall groaning. On the place where her head had been there was a small stain of blood on the wall. He looked at the blood rather emotionless; it didn’t seem to worry him much. He hadn’t seen much blood in his life, besides the small injuries from the kids or his own in his younger days, but the color fascinated him.
Ryan caught Alex in time and lifted her up. He was amazed how light she was, then again, she wasn’t too big a girl. With one hand he stroked the hair out of her dazed face, put it behind her ear and smiled her into the face. “I thought I could never do anything like this. Punish you the way I fantasized about all these months.” Again the lock of hair fell on her face as her dazed face fell forward on his shoulder. He shook her body back roughly, making her head tilt backwards painfully. “I guess I was wrong. I’m hurting you, and I’m really really enjoying it” he laughed.
Then he looked around pondering. “I always wanted to do this before…” he said, to no one in particular. With one violent shove he threw a number of things off the desk; papers, pens, staplers and other random office-supplies fell on the floor. He laid her down on the desk, pulling her back to him. He stood next to the desk and rested his hips against hers, as he pulled her legs on either side of his while straddling her hips. He leaned over her to kiss her breasts causing the hard bulge in his pants to push against her still covered –“for now”, he snickered- pussy. He stroked her cheek, amused by her futile attempt to turn her face away from his touch. He ignored it for now and stepped back, unbuttoning and unzipping her pants slowly.
Her shoes were easily taken off. Black leather stilettos. “Her favorite pair…” he imagined. She wore them often, the click-clacking of the heels were all too familiar to the ears of the employees at the office. Although he loved the shoes, he was actually quite annoyed with the rest of her clothes. She had been wearing hot skirts and dresses all week, and today she came in pants… it was as if even her choice of clothing was designed especially to piss him off on this particular day.
With those thoughts he tugged off her pants with so much force her whole body shoved with towards him. Not caring whether she could be blamed for that, he forced a tight grip on her throat again, while tugging her pants off. Every pull forced his hand tighter around her neck. She moaned in a disorientated state by the grip and moved her hands to her throat to defend herself from the second attempt of suffocation. Ryan laughed. “Don’t worry. I’m not going to kill you. Although I have to admit it seems tempting right now. You’re no good to me dead though, I’m planning to fuck you when you’re alive. I want to make sure you feel it…”
Finally taken her pants off, he stood back and looked at her. Her arms lay sprawled out on the desk near her head, her slightly spread legs hung over the edge of his desk. Her thong didn’t match her bra – it was pink lace; her thong was lime-green. He laughed, he finally found a flaw in her seemingly perfection. He moved back towards her, meeting her slightly twisting body. The snaking around made him even hornier. He wondered how she would move if he fucked her. He wondered how far he could bend her limbs to meet his wishes. He moved his hand over her smooth flat stomach while daydreaming of things that did not seem too impossible anymore and moved his fingers down to the edge of her lacey thong. He tugged at the edge a few times, enjoying the moans which served as resistance to his plans to come.
He heard the scraping sound too late, was too slow to react to it. Her body shot up and together with her scream he felt the jolts of pain sear through his body. He jumped back in horror, slammed back against the wall and fell on his knees, his face turned to the source of the pain which came from his shoulder. The letter-opener, the long sharp object he had always used to open the white and blue envelopes which were marked as private, and thus were not allowed to be opened by the administration. Blood streamed past the object and stained the sky-blue blouse with deep red spots.
He screamed, as if the pain only just reached his brains. He grit his teeth and pulled the opener out slowly. The cold metal didn’t stay red, but formed a Dalmatian-like pattern of red beads on a silvery background. He reached to the side, grabbed her blouse to push it against his shoulder. The marks left on her blouse were smaller than the stains on his; the wound was painful but not lethal. The blood loss would be minimal. He let his head rest back against the wall, closed his eyes and silently thanked nothing in particular that the injury wasn’t as grave as it could have been. This reminded him of her, of the one who did this to him. His head shot right towards the noise coming from a different corner.
The moment she had stabbed him she knew she only had this one shot of preventing her boss from raping her. Her instinct told her to go for the door. Alex started to pull at the door as if she tried to break the door handle off. She screamed for anyone to come and help her, but she already knew it was useless. The office was empty since 2 hours, she knew from the clock she looked at the moment she went for the door. The key! She needed the key. “Where did the son of a bitch hide the fucking key!?” she tried to figure out in panic and anger.
She jumped back on the desk, frantically opened drawers, looked in plants, anywhere she could imagine he hid the key the moment she blacked out the first time he threw her against the wall. One of the plants fell down off the desk by her rough movements, making a loud noise. It triggered her to think rationally. Panic would not save her out of this situation. She needed to calm down, use her brains to think where it could have been hidden. She forced herself to calm down and pondered where the key could be.
That’s when the cold metal touched the back of her neck, feeling it pierce the skin. She froze. “You…stupid…bitch…” he breathed heavily behind her, holding her blouse against his wounded shoulder, the letter-opener on her neck. “You have about 10 seconds… to give me… a damn good reason… for me not to slit your throat…” She didn’t move. She knew he’d only push harder the moment she tilted her head forward.
Accepting the hole he was drilling in her neck she took a deep breath and answered calmly; “Because you want me to feel it when you fuck me.” He took the opener away from her neck, but not further than inches. “Yes… Yes, that’s right. Good girl. – he replied surprised but determined. – But seen as you’re not done playing games yet, neither am I. I could’ve made this so easy for you… You ruined it yourself, bitch. Get on the floor.” She climbed off the desk slowly, cautiously, unsure whether she should turn to face him.
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