The Unknown Master (closed to DangerousDarkEyes)

[DangerousDarkEyes]

His hands felt wonderful on her sore shoulders, it didn’t matter that he had moved the zipper down a bit. In fact, she was sure the feel of his hands on her smooth flesh enjoyed the massage much more than she would have otherwise.

She gave out several sighs as his fingers worked magic on her shoulders and neck. She now realized why so many people wanted massages or talked about them anyway. The way his fingers softly touched her neck and shoulders, then moving down her back a bit, gave her little shivers of pleasure. This was relaxing her more than ever, but she also was feeling the tinges of arousal, which she tried chasting herself of those desires.

When she felt him sit back a bit, feeling his ass touching hers, she almost gasped out loud. But she held silent, although her thoughts were drifting towards more on boundries that she was obviously breaking. Lying in the bosses bed, letting him give her the massage…

“Ooohhh yes that really feels good” she practically purred from the pleasure she was getting.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard noted that there was no visible response from his putting a bit of pressure on her as he sat on her ass. He loved the feeling though. So soft. So perfect. He imagined sliding into her from behind, thrusting deep inside her tight hole again and again. His cock ached right now, but he behaved himself and continued his massage. He worked his hands down the sides of her spine, kneading and pushing with the joints of his thumbs, letting the whole of his hand touch her back.

Telling him how good she felt he could hear in her voice that she was melting. Hm, maybe this will be easier than I thought...

“We carry our stress in two places mostly – the shoulder, and the lower back, Lassard said as he moved down to her lower back – almost her whole back was exposed now. The muscles stronger, and certainly more taught, he dug in a little deeper. He was closer now to the beginning of the curve of her behind, and he let his thumbs rub the bones in her upper pelvic, sacral area. As he did, he shifted down, and his hardness rubbed down against her ass. He only partially meant to do that, and lifted up a bit so that he wouldn’t be directly pushing into her with his member. “You’re very tight down here,” he said in a soft voice.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary was certainly feeling very relaxed from the massage, especially as his hands went lower. But then her mind took over, you just met this guy, he’s your boss, it’s already passed boundaries that are normal for househelp/boss, oh it feels so good, but this is just so so wrong.

When he shifted lower she could feel the air hitting her bare back other than her bra strap. Then something rubbed against her ass and she had a good idea what it was. Now what…if he’s excited and this is arousing me…so wrong…just so wrong….

“You’re very tight down here,”

His words interrupted her thoughts, and the words he used, she couldn’t let this go on any further. Business and pleasure just wasn’t a good thing in this type of situation.

“Thank you, Dr. McCallister, but you have really relaxed me. I think we should stop now. I’ve taken up much more of your time than I meant to and I do have to get up awfully early.” she said as she began to rise from the bed.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard got off Mary as soon as he saw she was getting up. He was expecting her to any minute now anyway. Though he couldn’t help but be let down because, well, she was on his bed, and there was only a short distance between his cock and her ass. He smirked as she stood facing away from him and started pulling up her zipper.

“Here let me help you with that,” Lassard got off the bed, and helped put the zipper all the way up.

He felt content. Though a few minutes ago he was almost ready to have his way with her, her melting so readily under his hands revealed much to him. She’s been working all her life as one of five hundred kids, supporting her family. She’s probably never been well-served by a man. She’s been too busy being the self-sacrificing heroine of her family. And she hides behind her professionalism. Lassard just stood there as Mary left his bedroom door, closing them as she went.

He turned back to face the window . During breakfast he would talk as if nothing happened this evening – and really, nothing truly did as far as he was concerned. And then – and then he remembered his dinner meeting; and in an instant the clouds that Lassard McCallister gazed upon through his window clouded his mind.

“Son of a bitch,” Lassard at himself as he climbed into bed and closed his eyes. It was an hour before he fell asleep. He’d be up in a few hours to start his day. And it was going to be a long day.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary quickly returned to her room and immediately discarded her uniform, hanging it up for the morning. She then went in the bath room and took a long hot shower. She kept seeing the visions of Dr. McCallister, bare back, sitting on her, his hands on her bare back. She chastised herself from these thoughts and after her shower, she rinsed her panties in the sink along with her bra and hung them over the shower pole.

Then she crawled naked to bed, set her alarm for 4:00am and fell fast asleep. She tossed and turned most of what was left of the night before the alarm went off. She turned it off, and sat up stretching and yawning. When she went in the bathroom, she realized her bra was still soaking wet, but her panties were just damp and would dry quickly. So she dressed, not wearing the bra or the hose this time and put the cool damp panties on. At least they were clean, she thought to herself. She put her uniform on and looked at herself in the floor length mirror for the first time.

“Oh my goodness, this uniform barely covers anything,” she whispered out loud. Although she had to wear it, because this was what Dr. McCallister expected. She put it out of her mind for now, telling herself later she would go online and order some clothes.

Dressed and ready to work, she went downstairs to fix breakfast for the two of them. She put a pot of coffee on for herself and then made oatmeal for the two of them. She opened several cabinets before she found a carrying tray that she could put the bowls of oatmeal on along with one orange juice and one cup of coffee. She watched the clock, making sure to get to his room at exactly 5:00am. With one knock, she walked in the room.

“Dr. McCallister your breakfast is here and ready.” she spoke as she walked into the room.

 

[LassardLost]

“Dr. McCallister your breakfast is here and ready.” she spoke as she walked into the room.

The voice woke him up. He stared up at his ceiling as he heard Mary’s footsteps on the hardwood floor, then the clink of the tray against his bedside table. He looked over at Mary as she arranged some of the items that had shuffled a bit on the way up, and noticed that she wasn’t wearing her hose today, which was very good. He also noticed her chest, which somehow caught his attention more this morning than it had yesterday.

“Thank you,” he said quietly as he sat up in bed, his duvet falling of his bare chest.

“Actually why don’t you place it on the desk there and pull a chair, I’ll be right back.” Lassard went to the bathroom to freshen a little before he sat down for breakfast, putting a white T-shirt on in the process. He sat down across from Mary and started his breakfast.

“For tomorrow,” he said as he took a sip of his orange juice, “please bring the crushed almonds as well. You can find them on the third shell from the bottom in the pantry, on the left side.”

After her acknowledgment he sat quietly eating for a short time. It was quiet in the room other than the clinks of their spoons against their bowls.

“So, I asked you a personal question last night. It’s only fair that you get a turn.” Lassard finished his orange juice, placed the glass on the table and crossed his arms against his chest, looking into Mary’s eyes with a soft smile.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

While Dr. McCallister went to the bathroom, Mary set up the desk, pulling up a chair so they could both eat at it. She made a mental note about the almonds, deciding she probably was going to need a small notebook to write down his likes and dislikes considering he was very particular about how things were done. Although she had a good memory, she had a feeling there would be too much for her to memorize, at least at first.

“So, I asked you a personal question last night. It’s only fair that you get a turn.”

Mary thought long and hard about this while she took several sips of her coffee. There were probably a hundred questions she would like to ask, but one in particular came up. She blushed a bit, not really sure she should ask, but then went ahead anyway.

“Well, how is it a man like you hasn’t been scooped up by some pretty young thing? Or maybe you have and something happened, divorced or widowed perhaps?”

She wasn’t exactly sure why she wanted to know the answer to this, but it seemed very important at the time.

 

[LassardLost]

“Well, how is it a man like you hasn’t been scooped up by some pretty young thing? Or maybe you have and something happened, divorced or widowed perhaps?”

Lassard processed the question carefully. He knew that depending on how he answered this it could strongly direct her perception of him. But does it matter what she thinks of you? You’ll have what you want anyway. No, it will be easier if she is sympathetic towards you. He considered a blatant lie – the love of his life left him years ago and he just didn’t recover. But that would be completely disingenuous and wouldn’t jive with what she already knew about him from last night– he had no hesitations in pushing the boundaries.
Lassard decided to go for “the truth”, just carefully worded.

“I run a multi-national corporation, Miss Peterson. Part of the issue is that I don’t have much time for the complications of a relationship. It doesn’t mean that I haven’t had any, it’s that, well,” Lassard looked down and then back up at Mary. “I guess you could say I’m married to my job.”

He took a sip of his coffee.

“Just the fact that I’ve moved back here, to Chicago I mean – it’s because I wanted to take somewhat of a back seat. I’m still fully involved, but I’m just not going to my various offices worldwide. I’m letting my leadership deal with them and I’ll just run things from here. The home base.”

“Does that answer your question?”

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

“Yes that does answer my question. I makes perfect sense too, you could say I’m pretty much married to my job, what ever it is. I don’t go out much other than to see the family and can’t even remember the last time I dated.”

She finished her coffee and oatmeal, noticing that he had finished his.

“Well, let me take these dishes downstairs and start my chores today. I want to make sure I get everything done that you had asked me to before you get home. And I didn’t forget that you won’t be home for dinner, so do have a good day and evening as well.” she said politely and stood up, the top of her dress cleaning to her well rounded breasts. She picked up the dishes and asked him if there was anything else, and then she left the room, going downstairs to begin her work.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard nodded as she explained her side as well. The truth always seemed to work. As she got up he thought he saw the outline of her nipples through her dress. She’s not wearing a bra. That doesn’t happen by accident. Once she left he sat there for a moment smiling to himself. This should be easier than I thought.

Lassard figured he would retire to his office for the day and be in touch with his people about the Medsoft acquisition. Then he’ll have to do the dinner and whatever else that VP wanted and be back the next day. He glossed over the full implications of his meeting that night in the excitement for how well things were going with his latest “acquisition” at home. He guessed it should only be a week, max, before she fell to his machinations. Maybe even sooner than that.

The gym was sandwiched between one of the smaller living rooms and the library, directly under Lassard’s bedroom suite. It had a glass wall on one side that looked into the living room – something the architect of the house thought was a good idea but Lassard always felt was kind of stupid. Who cared to see a living room while working out? Lassard jogged shirtless on his treadmill for an hour, noticing from the corner of his eye Mary picking up items on the various tables in the adjacent living room as she dusted everything down. He liked having someone in the house. Besides her sexual presence, he was just happy to have someone – anyone – around. The thought of settling down with one person even entered his mind which he laughed off as he dismounted the treadmill.

The rest of his day was filled with phone calls and skype sessions, and researching Medsoft. Whatever his name was had really screwed the company over. The worst part was the man thought he was some kind of Steve Jobs, though the fact that he was anyone but was abundantly clear to even his janitor. If it weren’t for this damn woman, I’d be done with this by now.

Lassard got dressed. A gray suit with a white shirt and a skinny plain black tie. He ruffled up his hair and gelled it like he usually did and put on his cologne. Standing in the mirror he saw the man that had struck billion dollar deals one after the other. The man who quietly wielded enough power to control large swaths of the government, but didn’t simply because it wasn’t his thing. The man who tonight would be bent over and fucked by some crazy woman. When did this become the modus operandi for you Lassard? You’re a business whore. He frowned. Anger swelled as images of encounters with powerful women of the past flashed through his mind. Whips, stupid fucking role plays, weird ass fetishes. And for what? So he could make an extra dollar? No. So I can fucking rule the world… but... I can’t even own my own sex life. I can’t even own the bitch I hired myself to serve me. My whole world is a façade built on being someone else’s bitch. Lassard’s chest started to heave as he became lost in his virulent thoughts. He tried to counter by remembering the years of hard work, the hours he’d put in. Everything he had done. It wasn’t all just being someone’s bitch. Suddenly Karen Wzutek’s words popped into his head, “At a certain point in life, you start to realize that there are more important things than money.”

Lassard was his own wealth’s bitch. And tonight he was going to do it again as a service to both that evil woman and his own bank account. In a burst of rage Lassard picked up a glass lying beside his sink and threw it as hard as he could at his mirror, shattering both the glass and the mirror. The loud sound of glass breaking, followed by the tinkling of the pieces of mirror bouncing on the counter and floor - he instinctively brought his arm up to cover his eyes, jerking back.

“FUCK!” He hated that he had flinched. He kicked the small garbage can under the sink and sent it flying across the bathroom, ricocheting off the toilet seat and rolling on the floor, sending crumpled up tissues and other garbage all over. “FUCK ME! FUCK!” Next the cup that held his toothbrush, hurled into the bathtub and shattering all over. He didn’t flinch this time. He just stood in the middle of his wrecked bathroom with his hands clenched in a fist, his teeth grit so hard he was beginning to get a headache, and his whole body shaking. His mind was numb. He didn’t want to think anymore. He just wanted to get out and get this over with. Through his shakes he took a deep breath and released his fists, looking down at his hands, which were cold with sweat and tremulous. Storming out of the bathroom he snatched up his brief case from his desk and went down stairs. He saw Mary out of the corner of his eye. She looked like she had heard the cacophony upstairs and was about to come up.

“CLEAN MY FUCKING BATHROOM. I WANT EVERYTHING SPOTLESS WHEN I GET BACK TOMORROW.” He yelled without looking and slammed the door to the garage shut behind him.

He drove at 90 miles an hour on the highway into the city. And was pulled over by police just before he got to his exit.

It was not going to be a good night.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary heard all the commotion going on upstairs and heard the words her bossed yelled. She was hesitant to go and find out what was going on, having already witnessed his bad mood before. But before she had a chance to go investigate, he had come down the stairs.

“CLEAN MY FUCKING BATHROOM. I WANT EVERYTHING SPOTLESS WHEN I GET BACK TOMORROW.”

She stood there as he yelled and then walked past her, slamming the door behind him. Well, at least he would be gone till tomorrow, hopefully his mood would change. She couldn’t imagine what had riled such an important man up so bad, she felt sorry for who ever was going to have to deal with that temper of his today.

She finished cleaning up the kitchen and found a bucket underneath the sink. She filled it with hot soapy water and decided she would clean up his bathroom first off and get it over with.

When she went into his bathroom she gasped at the sight. Well now, he sure threw a nasty temper tantrum this time. If you ask me, he needs a good spanking, then she laughed harder than she had in weeks. Oh sure Mary, like you’re going to give him one. Could you just imagine his reaction to that. Having the good doctor over her lap and swatting him for his bad temper and outrage at her. Right! Dream on!

Before she did anything, she picked up all the glass, cutting her fingers several times as she did. Then she got the phone book out and called the hardware store for someone to come and put in a new mirror and told them she needed it today.

Afterwards, she cleaned up the bathroom, picking up the trash, washing everything down, even washed the floor on her hands and knees. She had just finished when the doorbell rang and it was the handy man from the hardware store. She showed him to the room to measure the mirror and luckily he had brought several sized mirrors, one of which would fit.

While he worked on that she cleaned the bucket out and put clean hot water in it and started cleaning in the rooms that he had told her he wanted cleaned today.

“I’m finished mam, should I just put this on Dr. McCallister’s bill.”

“Yes, that would be fine and thank you for getting here so fast.” She let him out the door but not before he noticed how she looked wearing her outfit without a bra. “Men, got nothing else on their minds but sex.”

In the middle of the day, she took a break and made herself a sandwich. While she ate it, she got out a notepad she found in one of the kitchen drawers and started making a list of food and supplies she would need at the store. Although she decided until she got some clothes, she wasn’t going anywhere. Especially some undergarments, she thought to herself.

With this thought, she went to the computer and started looking for the places where she could get some clothes. As she did this, she was finding out that she was only allowed certain sections or certain items to buy, which were nothing like she would wear. Everything was very revealing, especially when it came to undergarments. She picked out a few outfits that she could live with and then picked out some sexy undergarments that since no one would see them, she didn’t mind buying them. They definitely were meant for sex, she thought to herself, something they just might have had last night if she had let the massage go on any longer. She put a rush on the order, and it since it was a local company, it would arrive shortly around dinner time.

After lunch she went back to cleaning, mopping, polishing and cleaning whatever glass there was. It was well after the dinner hour when she was satisfied that it was all done and would definitely suit the doctor.

Now she had free time to eat a small dinner, maybe lounge in the nice bath tub in her room and get to bed early. The doorbell interrupted her thoughts and when she answered it, there was a man standing there with boxes and bags of things. She let him in and told them to just put them down on the couch.

After he left, she went thru the garments, blushing at some of them, especially the robe she had picked out. It wasn’t that it didn’t cover her, but it was how sensual it clung to her body making her feel exposed even though it wasn’t see thru.

She took them to her room, putting everything away and then made herself a chicken pot pie in her own oven. While that was cooking, she lay in the bathtub until her fingers started wrinkling from the water. Finally she got out and dried off, covering herself with the deep purple robe. It felt so soft against her body, yet she really felt naughty wearing it.

After she ate her dinner, she watched a little tv, falling asleep on the couch.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard had no choice but to calm himself down after the cop had pulled him over. He was only a few blocks away from the restaurant. There was a parking garage nearby that he parked in, about a half a mile away. Chicago was still cold as it was March, but the cold was what Lassard needed to cool off on the way to the restaurant. He had business to conduct after all.

He was greeted warmly and asked about his reservation and gave Wzutek’s name.

“Ah, yes. She’s right over there, sir.” The man gestured with his open palm. Lassard followed the line of his hand and looked at a table for two in the corner. There she sat, looking at him, her legs crossed, resting forward with her elbows on the table she raised one hand and gave a little wave. She wasn’t bad looking. She actually had red hair and green eyes, a combination Lassard particularly fancied. She was a little heavier set than he had imaged but it certainly didn’t put her outside the realm of attractive. After all she did have a nice set of breasts and some nice curves to go with them. What does it matter anyway, Lassard thought as he smiled and walked towards her.

“Dr. McCallister, so nice to see you,” she purred.

Lassard took her hand and gave it a kiss. “The pleasure is all mine.”

Karen Wzutek smiled, “Oh you don’t have to do all that Dr McCallister. I don’t need the chivalry. But the gesture is appreciated.” Of course. Take away any hope I have of saving face.

The dinner started out with pleasantries and quickly dove into the details of the buy out. Apparently Karen Wzutek, VP of Medsoft, was a rather malevolent individual. She had pictures of the two board members in compromised situations – one with his mistress, another with one of the “high-end” prostitutes that served their kind. Lassard was surprised she had indulged that information to him, because she didn’t need to, and it would have been in her best interest not to. When he mentioned this she responded simply with, “What, you’re going to blackmail me?” Lassard laughed it off, “No, no – I’m not in the blackmailing business,” he had said, and that had sufficed.

Dessert had finished and Wzutek had had a couple of drinks. She was loosening up.

“So, I think you and we should head back to my place hm? I’m in the penthouse suite at the Hilton.” Lassard suddenly felt something hard against his crotch, he presumed it was the heel of her shoe. He sat up straight, pulling his hips back instinctively, and tried to plaster a little smirk on his face. “I want what’s in there, good doctor. Mmm…” She rubbed the back of her neck with her hand, rolling her head back onto it, her eyes closed. Oh God she’s so fucking weird. Who does that? After an awkward moment where she seemed to get some kind of unusual pleasure out of giving herself a massage with her foot in his crotch – Lassard sitting there looking at her somewhat oddly the whole time – she straightened her head and looked at him. “Let’s go.” She got up rather quickly and grabbed his hand, throwing a few hundred dollar bills down on the table as she almost yanked him out of his seat.

“Uh Karen should we take my car?” Lassard offered. At least he could drive, he thought.

“No, no. I’m sober enough.”

Turned out she was, but that wasn’t the main distraction while driving. As soon as they got in the car she started pulling up her skirt, and moved her panties down her legs. She was uncoordinated and hurried, almost as if she had just discovered she had a bee in her underwear and needed to get it off. Lassard furrowed his brow and squinted in disgust, readying himself for what he knew would come. But instead of any kind of request, Karen Wzutek placed her hand with her fingers out-stretched on top of Dr. Lassard McCallister’s head, and pushed it down between her legs. All Lassard could do was let out, “But we have to get out of the parking garage!” before his face was stuffed and he had to start his work.

“Just shut up and eat me doctor, I’ll tell you when we’re almost to the gate, then you can get up and dive right back down when—ohhh yes. Oh good boy.”

Lassard couldn’t tell for sure, but he was sure that the car had swerved once or twice on the way down.

“Ah! Lucky for you Dr McCallister it’s an un-manned station! Keep… it up… oh God yes keep it…. down. Stay down…. Mhmmmhh…”

Lassard had to come up for breath ever so often, but his head was met with Wzutek’s hand after a minute or so each time. This woman is nuts. She is totally. Fucking. Nuts. Lassard figured that word must have spread. He was the business whore after all. No other business “partner” prior to this had been so egregiously "forward".

The car drive was just the beginning. Once they were in the hotel and the elevator doors to her penthouse suite opened up on the ground floor, she flung him against the wall and tore open his shirt, sending buttons flying, making a their little cracking sounds as they hit the elevator walls and floor. Lassard tried to return the aggression, but every time he would start groping her she would throw his hands back against the wall and start in on another part of his body. She licked his chest, biting his nipple, then his neck. Then his lips. Lassard tried to fumble for the zipper on the back of her shirt but she put his arms down.

“Damn it boy don’t you get it? Your body is mine tonight. I don’t want you to do anything to me other than what I tell you.” She paused, breathing heavily, her green eyes seemed to glow as she grinned with her mouth partially open, her teeth showing with her lower jaw jutting out, like an animal ready to eat its recent kill. Lassard felt his chest fill with a resignation that he hated more than anything. It was the same feeling he often used to get after a night like this, except this time it was happening now, before the night even started. The elevator doors opened into her suite.

“You’re my bitch tonight, honey.” And with that, she grabbed him from his opened shirt and pulled him into her suite.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard woke up. He felt cold. His back stung. His ass hurt like hell. He felt all this before he opened his eyes. He kept them closed. He was tied to the bed, each limb to a post via soft rope, and where the rope touched around his ankles it hurt, which told him that he must have been pulling at them last night. He hadn’t drunk much, why didn’t he remember? Was I medicated? Did that bitch actually medicate me? It couldn’t have been, but he just… didn’t remember. No, no, she couldn’t have. I would... become flaccid and have been of no use to her. Lassard took refuge in that little bit of fact, but kept his eyes closed. He heard her voice. It was distance. It was, business-like. She sounded like she was talking to someone from work.

“Don’t worry about those old farts ok? I’ve just sent something in the mail to them. They won’t be a problem.”

Thank God. At least whatever was done to him was… worth it. Or was it? He opened his eyes and looked down. He had what he thought must have been hickies all over his chest. Probably on his neck too but he couldn’t feel anything there. He writhed a bit, but stopped because his back side hurt. What the fuck… did she?

Wzutek walked into the room.

“Ah, you’re awake! Thanks for last night.” She started undoing his bonds one by one. Before she undid his wrists she leaned down by his ear and whispered, “You were delicious.” She took a soft bite of his ear lobe before standing back up and untying his wrist binds.

“Why don’t I remember anything?” Lassard asked firmly.

“Propofol.” Wzutek said matter of factly.

“Propofol!? You used propofol on me?! I- You! You could have killed me!“

“Relax Dr McCallister I had it all calculated out weight based before hand, I wasn’t going to let you die.” Lassard noticed she hadn’t undone one of his wrist binds. “But when you refused to play host to my strap on – which I knew may be a problem – I had to deal with that some how. So I hid the syringe under the bed before you came up and while I fucked you, pretended to orgasm myself into falling off the bed.” Wzutek laughed her evil witch laugh. “You were so concerned! You should have seen it! When I popped back up I got you right in the shoulder and you were out like a baby. And… well. Let’s just say I had a wonderful time. Thank you.”

Lassard clenched his teeth, staring at his captive in such a way he hoped would drill a hole in her brain and she would fall down dead right there and then.

“You were actually still quite a bit useful passed out, too." She paused and tilted her head slightly to the side, looking at his penis. "Does your cock hurt?”

Lassard didn’t respond. It didn’t.

“No? Good. Because I injected it with a vasodilator to get you going. Worked like a charm mind you.”

A vasodilator? Holy shit. He hadn’t thought… that she would… Urologists used them all the time to evaluate people with erectile difficulties. They would inject it into the shaft and it would cause the blood vessels in the penis to enlarge, causing them to become erect on demand in the office setting.

Lassard had been thoroughly used and abused. He hurt. But worst of all he hurt on the inside. He screamed on the inside. But his outward demeanor maintained composure, and he simply said, “I presume our deal is on then?”

“Absolutely. I may be a controlling bitch Dr McCallister but I am a woman of my word.” And with that, she picked up her bag and headed towards the elevator.

“Wait, you need to untie me.” Lassard called out, though in a controlled voice.

She turned around and looked at Lassard, tied with one wrist to the bed post, and snickered. “Dr. McCallister. Surely the owner and CEO of a massively successful corporation can figure out how to untie himself when he has his other hand available to him?” And with a smile, she stepped into the elevator, the doors closed, and she was gone.

Lassard was able to untie himself and get his clothes on. He was numb on the inside for the moment, because he needed to have the functionality to get dressed, get a taxi and get back to his car, all of which he did successfully, noticing various aches in his body as he went along. By the time he sat in his car and turned on his seat warmer his ass was hurting less. He sat for a moment in his car before starting it up.

Now that his body hurt less and he was back in a familiar environment, he started thinking. And the more he started thinking, the more his hands started shaking. The more he thought, the more his head hurt. For some reason he started remembering all the times he had told his office interior designer that he thought her choice of colors were drab, that the furniture wasn’t modern enough. He remembered firing Mack Johnson for his bungling up the Raydei contract. He remembered setting up his bedroom, changing the wall color of his room three times to get just the right shade of cream. Then he remembered the first woman who had dominated him in his company's second acquisition. Then the third, then the fourth… or maybe that was the fifth, he wasn’t sure. His heart beat faster, though he didn’t know it. He started breathing faster though he didn’t realize. And then he remembered last night. He remembered the elevator. He remembered fucking Karen Wzutek, and then… he remembered waking up used. He looked down at his hands. They were still shaking. He screamed, slamming his fists into the steering wheel. He screamed again, at the top of his lungs, until he abruptly stopped because he reached his voicebox’s limit and started coughing. He coughed and coughed, and almost threw up but didn’t. Then he remembered Mary Peterson.

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Several people had given the finger to whoever that prick was in the black Lexus. Lassard didn’t care. His eyes were fixed on the road ahead of him. He was going to go home and take charge of his life. Starting with Mary Peterson. He was not going to be anyone’s business whore anymore. He was going to be completely, and utterly, in command.

The introduction of his newfound relationship with his new housemaid, of which she had no awareness, started with his stepping calmly into his house from the garage, closing the door behind him. It was about 1pm. He heard something move in the living room so he walked over there.

There she stood. She was cleaning. And there he stood. Behind one of his couches, staring at her. His face like stone, his eyes moving up and down her body. Dr. McCallister was home.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Sometime during the night Mary woke on her couch with the television showing the latest thing on gym equipment, one of those long commercials, she thought to herself. She flipped off the tv and slipping out of her robe, slipped under the cool sheets of her bed. Within minutes she was out like a light.

Her alarm went off at 4:00am and she sat up, feeling very relaxed and like she finally had gotten some sleep. She could have gone back to bed, since Dr. McCallister wasn’t home, but she wanted to stay on the same time schedule he needed. She went and splashed some water on her face, brushed her teeth then her hair, pinning it up in a tight bun. Then she took out the uniform and opened the bags with her new sexy underwear. She blushed just looking at it. Finally she decided on a white lacey underwire bra that pushed her tits up and out, along with a tiny white lace bikini bottom that showed more of the cheeks of her ass than it covered. When she slipped on the dress and looked it the mirror, her breasts were strained against the material of the dress and she knew if her nipples got hard for any reason they would be seen thru the dress. She blushed again, now realizing from that with this uniform and the clothes line that Dr. McCallister liked his woman to be dressed in very revealing clothing, right down to the undergarments, that he wasn’t even supposed to be looking at.

Well, I will have to wear them or lose the job and for that kind of money, I guess it was not a big thing. If he wanted revealing clothes on me, then that’s what he would get. At least he had paid for them and I did have something to go to town in.

She again left the hose off, as she really didn’t like wearing it anyway and it was too warm for her. For now she decided to walk around in her bare feet, at least until after breakfast. While she made herself a scrambled egg, two pieces of bacon, a piece of toast and coffee, she thought more about his temper from last night.

He was definitely a candidate for the anger management course, although I still like the spanking idea, but that wasn’t going to happen. She wondered about his evening and how it went, hoping that he had gotten over his temper tantrum and was civil to who ever he had been meeting. She knew it wasn’t her job to worry about him, but she just couldn’t help it.

At breakfast she sat down at his table and read the newspaper as she ate. She had no idea when he would be home and she wasn’t expecting him to call either, so she decided to clean the living room that came off the foyer, after she cleaned the kitchen. She did the dishes up and put them away and then scoured practically everything in the kitchen before mopping the floor.

Next she moved into the living room and began polishing all the knickknacks and silver on the tables and in the glass case that stood against the wall. She was bent down and leaning over, polishing the first bottom shelf of the glass case when he arrived home. She didn’t hear him come in and she had no idea that her in this position her dress was raised enough to show off a bit of her new white panties.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard’s was born anew. He carried his anger, his humiliation, his loss of control over the most intimate aspects of his life in his heart like as if it were made of a cold steel that kept the fire in. His outward demeanor remained completely calm as he stood behind one of the couches that came up to his waist. He saw Mary Peterson bent over, cleaning. He didn’t crack a smile or a smirk when his eyes fell upon the white panties she was wearing. He knew this dress. He had chosen it himself from among the many more modest items in his selected online stores. It was perfect for him. Perfect access.

He stood silently, imagining how he would proceed. There was no conscience any more, it had been silenced by the heat of his rage. Whether it was gone forever or just suppressed for the moment, he didn’t care. He felt free. He felt a new power surge through his body as he let his anger course through him, lubricating his thoughts to move faster and consider all variables as he imagined them. Walk up to her, start talking, and right after, start feeling her ass. It’s yours anyway. She’ll fight back, but you’re stronger. No. Just get her to submit via her fear of losing the job. No. She needs to be shown who’s in charge. She will be shown. There’s no harm in talking though because either way, at the end of all this, she’s yours.

“Good evening.” Lassard spoke calmly but firmly, moving out from behind the sofa and sitting down on it. He had developed a bulge in his pants as he had fantasized using his latest acquisition but he didn’t care to hide it. Even as he sat on the couch, and crossed his leg in the open way, with his ankle on his knee, his bulge was apparent. He saw Mary’s eyes glance at it and back at him, and heard her say some useless things about what she had been doing, but didn’t care. He just looked at her. He saw her beautiful breasts bulging out of her dress. Mmm… fuck she’s going to be delicious he thought to himself as he took in her hips and legs as well. He patted the seat next to him, and rested his arms across the back of the couch.

“That’s all good. Come, have a seat. We need to talk.” Now is the time, Lassard. Now is the time to tell her about the real reason she’s here.
Lassard could tell that Mary Peterson was a bit nervous, but, as usual, she hid behind her professionalism. It had saved her during the massage the night before, but it would do nothing for her today. Again she uttered something but he didn’t really hear.

“Miss Peterson, I’m afraid I haven’t been entirely honest with you.” Lassard looked at his watch on this left. Mary sat on his right. It was 1:07pm.

“I have a need that only you can help me with.” Lassard moved his right hand from behind Mary, resting on the back of the couch, to settle on her left thigh. He rubbed it lightly back and forth, looking at her soft leg. So smooth, so delightful. You do pick them well Lassard.

“You need to be… available for me, at all times and places.” Lassard let his fingers fall slightly across Mary’s inner thigh with feather light touch. He knew his women. He knew the power of touch. He also knew that whatever her response, her body would display its true desire. I’ll see your nipples harden, I’ll feel those juices flow… you can’t hide from me you little cum slut. Lassard felt a particularly delightful tingle in his cock and in his chest as he imagined filling her up in every place he could conceive of, marking her as his own. He looked into her eyes, and without his knowing, all of his power, all of his desire and anger, poured into Mary’s eyes. She was his now, no matter what happened next.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary jumped when she heard Lassard speak, having believed she was there alone. She noticed he seemed more calm, but his voice still had a bit of anger in it. Then she noticed the bulge in his pants and he did nothing to hide it. She looked away, blushing, knowing since there was no one around, she was the object of that huge hard on. She was growing very uncomfortable and she tried to finish up cleaning the room so she could leave him to whatever his thoughts were.

“That’s all good. Come, have a seat. We need to talk.”

“I really need to…” she was cut off by his words and actions to have her come sit down by him. This made her very nervous, especially with him sitting there with that bulge in his pants. But not wanting to lose the best paying job she ever had, she went and sat down by him. what the hell does he have to talk to me, he should be out looking for some young thing to take care of that uh….cock in his pants….

“Miss Peterson, I’m afraid I haven’t been entirely honest with you.”

Okay, here it comes, he’s going to tell me I really wouldn’t be making that much money or perhaps I’m being let go. She looked at him with questioning eyes, very confused.

“You need to be… available for me, at all times and places.”

She felt his hand on her leg, caressing softly up and down and was ready to push it away. That wasn’t the proper way they should be carrying on, not that it didn’t feel good, but she was just not that kind of girl. She also was confused by his statement.

“I thought I was being available for you where ever you needed me. Have I not been doing my job right?” she asked and looked into his eyes. She saw anger, desire blended together to produce quite a nasty situation if not kept under control.

“Mr. McCallister, I hope your not suggesting something more intimate. I do not get personal with my clients, it’s bad for business. You do understand, don’t you?” She did her best to be professional with her answer, but looking in his eyes had the hairs on her body sticking up

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard had expected as much. Her professionalism was her shield. A shield, however, that was rapidly melting away, or at least would now be shattered.

"Well then I think that's where I haven't been completely honest with you," Lassard removed his hand from Mary's thigh and snaked it across her shoulders, tightly holding her in place as he leaned into her, sliding his left hand between her legs - his finger grazed against her crotch.

"Your availability," Lassard held Mary Peterson down into the couch with his hand across her shoulders as she instinctively started retracting from his touch, "needs to be of the intimate kind, Miss Peterson," Lassard managed to push two of his fingers against Mary's panties, before she started wriggling away from him.

"And your job will be a lot easier," Lassard swung his left leg over Mary's thighs and sat with his full weight on her, straddling her, his hands pinning her upper arms against the couch, "if you enjoy all aspects of your work."

Lassard's heart raced in his chest. Images of his recent encounter with Karen Wzutek flashed through his mind as he dug his hips and weight down on Mary as she struggled against him. He was sure she must have been saying something, but he was in another place. He was in control.

Lassard slid his hands down Mary's arms until they reached her wrists, and fighting her he brought them up against her chest, where he took hold of both of them with one of his strong, large hands. His fingers grazed her breasts as he held her hands there. He smirked. With one hand he started unzipping his pants, and fished out his seven inch, rock hard cock.

"Oh and the name is DOCTOR McCallister, not Mister." Lassard dove into Mary's neck and licked her from its base to her earlobe. His cock bounced and poked against her belly as he leaned into her.

"Miss Peterson, you might as well enjoy this. It's just how things are going to be from now on." Lassard paused.

"In fact, I'll give you the choice." Lassard shifted forward and started rubbing his cock against her lower belly, trailing a thin line of precum from her to his tip.

"Mmm, either you can come with me upstairs out of your own volition, or we can continue the way we're going right now. Doesn't really matter to me."

Lassard's voice was cool, there was no anger in it. There was no loss of control. He simply described the way he saw things were going to happen from now on.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary couldn’t believe her ears nor could she believe his actions.

“DR. McCallister, please stop this, I insist on it. This was not part of our arrangement and I wouldn’t have agreed to it. You must be mistaking thinking I’m that kind of girl.”

Her words were wasted on deaf ears, he already knew what he wanted, what he planned to do, way before she even got the job she guessed. How could she have been such a fool, thinking he was a good Dr. needing some honest help. She had even considered going to him for a quick physical if she needed one, but not this. She couldn’t think of any woman accepting that offer. Then of course there was the money, no wonder it was so high. He wanted his own whore and had decided it was to be her.

Her struggles were useless against him to, they only seemed to make it more painful for her than it really had to be. So when he said he had two options, she stilled her hands and listened closely.

"Mmm, either you can come with me upstairs out of your own volition, or we can continue the way we're going right now. Doesn't really matter to me."

“Does anything matter to you, like me saying I want no part of this.” she said at first and saw him roll his eyes, almost as if to say make your choice lady, it can hurt or you can accept and it won’t hurt.

“Fine I’ll take the first option and go with you to your room. But I want you to know that in know way am I going to enjoy this. Just please fuck me and get it over with.” She said with more anger in her voice than the doctor expected, yet still didn’t change his thoughts.

 

[LassardLost]

“Does anything matter to you, like me saying I want no part of this.”

Something deep within Lassard stirred as he heard the words, does anything matter to you… they echoed through his mind as he remembered sitting in his Shanghai penthouse remembering the man he had “killed” in the Ivory Coast. But this was not going to be a time for soul searching. No. I’m just going to pound you harder for that one, bitch.

“Fine I’ll take the first option and go with you to your room. But I want you to know that in know way am I going to enjoy this. Just please fuck me and get it over with.”

Lassard stopped his movements against Mary’s body, looking at her. He hadn’t expected such a response. He had expected he was going to have to do the deed right here on the couch. He had not expected the angry resignation. Lassard smiled and dismounted Mary, zipping himself up.

“Good, good.” He saw the iPhone he had given her on the table next to her cleaning supplies and swooped it up. “Now, you can try to run away as much as you like, but it’s a good three miles in either direction from any part of my house to the outer gate. Those three miles give me plenty of time to out run you and fuck you wherever I catch you – again it doesn’t matter to me – or I’ll just get in my car and chase after you… and fuck you wherever I catch you. So… it’s in your best interest to go up to my room and lie down on your back on my bed.”

Lassard turned his back to Mary and started walking towards the kitchen. He looked back over his shoulder. “Oh, and you can leave your clothes on – but remove your panties. Hang them on the door knob."

Lassard ignored any further statements that Mary had made and heard her moving away and up the stairs. Good. Oh God this is perfect. Her anger is the way she is managing this. Mary’s defense couldn’t have been better. She was angry, and her anger provided the framework for her to “make sense” of and “manage” this situation. But Lassard knew that meant that he had to break that defense. I’ll use her body against her. Her body will betray her. Mmm, her body is going to be how I break her in.

Lassard gathered what he needed from the garage, the kitchen and the linen closet, placed them in a bag, and started upstairs. As he collected his things he remembered what one of his friends had told him a long time ago. Henry Bouliard, who had joined the army at the tender age of 19, had grown up on the same street as Lassard, and they often rode their bikes together. Henry had gone the military route, and something he had told Lassard when they had both met later in life had really struck him.

Man, it’s not so simple. You can’t just… go AWOL.. You don’t understand what they do to you in the beginning. They use your human weakness against you. Exercise after exercise, I mean fuck man we were doing a hundred push ups in thirty degree stream water, we’d have to hold our breath every time we went down… Christ. That’s what it is y’know? They fucking break you physically. Henry had put his drink down and looked Lassard straight in the eyes, pointing at him repeatedly as if he was a child that had done something wrong. Never think that you – as a civilian – that your mental strength is strong enough to stand that kind of physical punishment. Don’t have any delusion about it buddy. Cuz once they break you down like that, they can build you back up however the fuck they like. If they tell you to go up that hill into a crowd of ragheads and take one for the team, you don’t really think about it. You just do it.

And that was exactly it. Mary Peterson would need to be broken down. The first barrier would go down tonight, and there would probably be more as the days went on – barriers that would be more subtle to break. After that, she would be re-built to Lassard's liking. But for now, Lassard considered himself engaged in charitable activity. Was he not going to be using mostly pleasure to break her after all? She should be gratefulLassard thought as he turned the corner and saw the white underwear hanging on the door knob. A sign of submission. He smiled.

Lassard walked into the room with his back, and saw Mary Peterson lying still as a robot on his bed. Her legs were straight and held tight together. Lassard placed his bag down on the bed and took out a bedsheet, which she started cutting small pieces out of.

“Oh that won’t do Miss Peterson, let’s get those legs wide open hm? Ata girl.” Lassard leaned over and tied one of the small pieces of the bed sheet around Mary’s right ankle, then pulled out a thick rope from his bag and tied it around her ankle and the other end to the post.

“Yes, you’ll be tied down, it’s for the best, trust me.” Lassard proceeded with the other bonds, the final result being Miss Mary Peterson being bound and tied to all four bed posts, her breasts being pushed up by the bra he had had her wear, and her short housemaid's dress riding up rather high.

Calmly, Lassard got onto the bed kneeling between Mary’s spread apart legs, and slowly unbuttoned his shirt.

“You aren’t going to regret this Mary.” Lassard slowly unzipped his pants and removed them, throwing them off the floor, and then finally removed his boxers. He was totally nude, kneeling between her. His chest was well chiseled. His belly firm and defined, and his cock erect, with tip glistening. Lassard lay down on his side between Mary’s legs, resting his head on his hand as he started tracing soft circles on her inner thigh with the back of his fingers.

“Remember what I had said about tension the other night? There are all kinds of places where your body holds tension, Mary.” Lassard leaned in and kissed her thigh. It was so soft, so milky white and perfect. He licked it all the way up to just before he reached her pussy. As he pulled back he saw a little glistening there. He chuckled, abruptly moved up to her ear, and whispered, “I know what this is doing to you.” The tip of Lassard’s cock bumped up against Mary’s pussy, but he didn’t penetrate. “I know what lies deep inside you… just let it go…” he nibbled her ear lobe and then returned to his position between her legs. Her clit was clearly engorged, and Lassard licked his fingers and gently caressed her on her lower tummy, slowly allowing his fingers to drop down, dragging down across it, and then, sliding his fore and middle fingers into her pussy.

Mmm... Mary Peterson was quite wet.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary was totally surprised by being tied up, she hadn’t thought of that and now it was too late to do anything about it. She watched as the doctor undressed, and although she admired his physical appearance very much, she was too angry at what he was doing with her. Luckily he hadn’t undressed her or she would have been totally humiliated.

“Why don’t you just get it over with, isn’t it enough you have me where you want caught in you’re little trap?”

She said as his fingers and lips kissed the inner parts of her milky white thighs. She trembled a bit, but her eyes were cold as steel.

“I know what this is doing to you. I know what lies deep inside you… just let it go…” he whispered in her ear, she could feel his warm breath on her neck.

“No, I don’t think you know, Doctor, you might be able to stimulate my body, that’s not that hard to do. You can even make me wet, as a Doctor you know there are woman who are very self lubricating and it doesn’t take much to do that to them. So what is it you’re trying to prove here. If its to seduce me, bend me to your will, it’s not going to work. I’m a professional whether you fuck me or not. You’re going to have to fuck my mind and that I don’t see happening. So come on, get mad DOCTOR and fuck your maid….come on I’m wet we both know it. I’m not some date you have to seduce, just fuck me like you were going to on the couch. Maybe I should have stayed down there, at least I wouldn’t be tied up.”

Mary’s words were cold and cutting, wanting to piss him off so he could do her and be done with this entire thing. If he thought being taken would be something to win her charm, he was dead wrong. After all, she was a professional and although she hadn’t put up with this situation before, she had many offers she had turned down before him.

When his fingers went into her pussy she still didn’t move just rolled her eyes and said, “Really? Making sure I’m wet or what. I told you I would be, wet and waiting right here, not come on, are you going to rape me, take me seduce me or what. If you don’t know by now, just let me go. I still have plenty of work to get done.”

Of course that was if she didn’t leave afterwards, he couldn’t keep her tied up and looked after all the time.

 

[LassardLost]

Lassard stopped all his motion at Mary's words. He had not thought of that. He had assumed that her body's response would have mirrored what was happening inside. She had now called him out on the fact that he was ignorant of that fact, highlighting her strength before him, embarrassing him in the process.

"You fucking whore," Lassard growled as he pulled his fingers out of brashly and leaned over her, placed his hands on either side of her dress and tore them asunder, revealing her breasts, bouncing free of their former binding. He looked directly into her eyes. He wanted to see her as he did this to her. She had dared humiliate him in this, his, moment?

"You think you can hide behind your work?" Lassard pushed his hard cock up against her pussy lips. He didn't care whether she was wet or not. "You're a fucking maid! And you're going to be my fuck whore for the rest of your God damned life!" Lassard splurted as he pushed his cock suddenly, hard and deep all the way into Mary. "Fuck!" He closed his eyes tight as he felt her tightness around him.

Lassard, with his hands propping him up on either side of Mary, looked into Mary's eyes as his hip joined completely with hers. He just stayed buried inside her for a moment, he wanted her to feel his entire shaft inside her. Then he fucked her. He fucked her hard. He never let his tip leave her, but he slammed her again and again, "If you think... that this is a one time... ohhh you're... you're so wrong... you... are... so... wrong..." Lassard spoke between breaths and between thrusts, pushing himself as deep as he could with each thrust. God she feels so tight, so good... she's mine... the bitch is mine...

Lassard leaned down and took a hard lick of Mary's breast, sucking and nibbling on it, even biting it at one point. But most of the time, Lassard just lay on top of Mary with his arms holding himself up, his back arched, his head down looking at her his hip making a smacking sound against her as he ravaged her.

Breaking Mary Peterson was going to be harder than he thought. But no matter how long it took, Lassard was going to start by marking her as his. He was going to fuck her until she was exhausted. And that would be just the beginning.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary gasped when he ripped the dress allowing him to view her breasts with the sheer little material that barely covered them. This made her blush, it was totally humiliating. But she kept a cold dark stare into his eyes. She wasn’t going to give him the pleasure of knowing how she felt.

When he slammed his thick cock into her pussy, even though it was wet it was a tight fit and Mary gasped again, several times until she was use to the girth of his member.

You're a fucking maid! And you're going to be my fuck whore for the rest of your God damned life!"

“And you’re a fucking rapist, I could take you to court for this, but then who would believe me, a maid, over a Doctor. Oh such an upstanding man you are now. Is this how you deal with your patients.” She said, trying to remind him what he was and wake him from this nightmare he seemed to be playing out with her.

As he fucked her, she remained motionless unless he moved her. Her eyes remained dark and angry and she wanted to unleash all her hatred for this man on him, but then she thought about the money. How much her family was depending on her and no where else could she make the money he was paying her. But dammit, that didn’t mean she was suppose to submit to this man’s every whim. She was a maid, a damn good one, it didn’t include sex in any way, shape or form.

Inside what he didn’t get to see was that it felt good to have a man tight inside her pussy. It had been a long while for her and she practically could call herself a virgin considering the very little experience she had. Working was all she knew.

She was soon gasping for air as he continued to fuck her.

“Take a break you asshole, unless you want to kill me. Give me some time to breath at least.” she finally said, hoping he would stop and not find that fucking her was a pleasure considering she showed no signs of receiving any pleasure.

 

[LassardLost]

“And you’re a fucking rapist, I could take you to court for this, but then who would believe me, a maid, over a Doctor. Oh such an upstanding man you are now. Is this how you deal with your patients.”

Lassard hated that Mary simply lay limp in his bed as he had his way with her. But that's ok, this is the first step. You know it's going to take a lot of work to make her truly yours.For the moment, Lassard just focused on the pleasure of her tight pussy clinging to him.

"Patients?" Lassard balked, "do you think... that I have everything... you see... because I see patients?" Lassard slowed his thrusts as he looked at Mary. He wanted her to get used to his cock being inside her, especially as he used words on her. Pleasure, pain and emotional manipulation. Yes. Yes that's is, nice and slow.

"I am where I am because of WHO I am. And if... ohhh fuck, yeah... and if you want to add rapist to the list, that's fine by me."

Mary's body remained stiff other than the jerking motion it made as he rammed into her with each slower, deliberate thrust. "I'm quite happy to use your holes for my pleasure Miss Mary Peterson, professional maid whore. I own you and them just like I own everything else here."

Mary's other words also were not lost on Lassard.

“Take a break you asshole, unless you want to kill me. Give me some time to breath at least."

Lassard stopped, his balls hanging right against Mary's pussy as he kept himself completely engulfed in her. He cocked his head to the side a bit out of mock concern.

"Oh I'm sorry, you want a break?" Lassard slid himself out of her. He wanted her to suck him off but he dare not risk the combination of her anger coupled with her teeth.

"Here. Here's your thirty second break." Lassard had made sure there was enough give in her leg ropes that he could lift her thighs up and rest them on his knees. He held his cock and repositioned it, right against Mary's tight ass hole. He was sure that no one had entered her here before.

He pushed his tip, slimy from his and her juices, hard against her, but it hasn't penetrated yet.

"Ok, break's over Miss Peterson. I'm going to use your next hole now." Lassard knew she would object but he didnt care. He pushed hard and slid his tip into her ass hole. Her cry of pain didnt deter him as he slowly, ever so slowly pushed his length deep into her. "Ohhh fuck. Ata girl." He didnt see Mary's tears. Nor did he care to. She was going to be used as he saw fit. Lassard started thrusting in her ass. And there was absolutely nothing she could do about it.

 

[DangerousDarkEyes]

Mary let out a blood curling scream when he shoved his cock up her ass, loud enough that even the neighbors might hear. Never had she had a man do this to her and never would she. She decided her doctor had gone plumb crazy as her sobs and tears fell on deaf ears.

She didn’t know if she could ever get over this humiliation, but she was bound and determined not to let him see anything but the pain. Besides that’s all she felt, pain on top of pain, the entire evening was just one big pain, which turned out to be a REAL pain in her ass. Even doctors knew that lubrication was needed for an exam there and yet this man had shown how heartless and cold he was, some how, some time, she was going to get even. She didn’t know when, but he would curse the day he hurt her, she promised herself that. He would never turn her to do his bidding now, not ever. Money she needed, she’d get it from him, but one day she was going to make him pay the price it just cost him when he fucked her ass like he did.

Again she lay there lifeless, gritting her teeth, almost biting her tongue and she knew if he decided to put his cock in her mouth, he better know how to stitch himself up cause there was going to be a lot of blood and a nice chunck of it on the floor. She said nothing more as her sobs quieted and she became almost deathly still and silent.

 

[LassardLost]

Dr. McCallister, CEO and Ownder of Genyx Medical, spent the next half an hour fucking Mary Peterson, his new house help. He stopped short of coming in her ass, pulled out and took a break to clean himself off, before going back into her pussy, where after a few more minutes he jammed himself deeply into her and grinded his hips into hers, arching his back, his eyes clenched, “Oh FUCK!” and he came. He came and he came and he came, filling Mary up with his hot seed, it dripping out the sides of his shaft as it jerked, buried in her pussy.

Lassard was enjoying himself thoroughly. He took a few minutes and then started again in Mary’s ass, coming there as well. After that, he walked downstairs to his kitchen, in the nude, took a drink of water and came back up stairs. Mary lay tied to his bed, her pussy and ass red, sore and lying in a small pool of his cum, probably mixed with whatever she released if anything.

Lassard smiled, got on the bed again and knelt beside her. He slid his hands down into her pussy and rubbed her up, and then used her fluid to lube his cock as he masturbated and released, for the third time, all over Mary’s chest and abdomen. Mary was very professional. But how professional could she be lying used and covered in cum on Lassard’s bed? Knowing it would humiliate her even more, he let one splurt of his milk land across her face.

Then he wiped himself off on her naked belly, and looked at his work. It was clear she had been crying. And for the first time, Lassard felt bad. But he didn’t feel bad the way he would have before all this. Lassard stood at the side of the bed and touched Mary’s cheek with the back of his hand.

“I’m so sorry that it has to be this way, Mary. Once you start to realize how wonderful it is to be my servant all of this will just be a memory we can look back on and laugh at. I feel for you. But don’t worry my dear, it will all be over soon.” There was no more anger. Just pure statement. Pure fact – or at least that was how it seemed. Something had cracked in Lassard as he had crossed this line that he had been driven over via the monster of his anger. But he had dismounted from that beast, and was now in a new land. A land where he was Master of all he saw. And Mary Peterson was the last thing he saw before he stepped out of his room, dressed and ready to start her schooling.

She lay tied on his bed, naked, cold, abused and covered in his mark.