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"No," she whimpered, even more like a child. Her face drained of color and her anger dissapated quickly, replaced by fear. She backed up a little bit, stumbling into her bed. She put a hand down to steady herself, shaking her head in disbelief. "Please, don't....don't hurt me," she knew that she wasn't going to get out of the sex itself, but she didn't want him to hurt her like he had before. It was even harder to bear when he slapped her and held her down.

"I --" she began, cutting herself off. She didn't know what to say. "I...I'm sorry," she tried, the word coming out of her mouth oddly. It sounded like a word in a different language, like she didn't really understand what it meant. "I'm sorry," she said again, swallowing nervously.
 
He sighed as she apologized and pleaded with her eyes and words for mercy. It appealed to the gentleman in him to grant her request. He nodded to her, his smugness replaced for a moment with a bit of kindness, "Alright Elsa, shhhh. Listen, I'll give you the chance to avoid any roughness, but you're going to have to pleasure me yourself. And I'm going to want some enthusiasm."

He stepped slowly towards her, less threatening this time. "Take off that ridiculous outfit and get on your knees. I want to feel you use your mouth on me," he smiled at her smugly again, knowing that more than one woman didn't relish this idea in the first place, much less in such circumstances. It would be interesting to see how she would react. "But know this. If you bite me, you will wish you hadn't," he said it as gently as he could, but there was no mistaking the threat behind it. Temper or no temper, there were some things he had to make sure she never tried.
 
She swallowed nervously again as he walked towards her, laying out his demands. She trembled and clenched onto the comforter on her bed. Pleasure him with her mouth? He meant give him head. She averted her eyes, looking down at the ground while she thought. She didn't have much time for thinking, she had to make the decision fast. She knew that she didn't really have a choice. If she didn't want him to slap her around, she had to do this.

She let out a sigh and slowly lifted her shirt up and off. She let it fall to the ground, leaving her in a regular pink bra. She unbuttoned her pants and let them fall to the ground, revealing light pink panties that matched the bra. The panties hugged her butt a little. She sunk down onto her knees, wordlessly submitting to what he wanted. She shook her head, telling him that she would not bite him.
 
He stepped forward until the zipper of his trousers was inches from her face. He unbuttoned his shirt and took it off, folding it carefully and handing it to her. "Lay that on the bed behind you, won't you Elsa?" he asked with an obvious tone of excitement in his voice. It struck him that this was the first time that she had seen him with his shirt off. His chest was mostly hairless, and naturally so. He was relatively trim, but he didn't sport washboard abs. His upper body, however, showed a good bit of definition. His pecs, shoulders and biceps were obviously well trained. He flexed his arms and chest, perhaps showing off a little.

He reached down and pet her on the head a little, running his fingers through her hair. It wasn't exactly like he was petting a dog, or a small child, but given her current position it might be hard to interpret it as completely flattering. "You look much better dressed this way, Elsa dear," he said with his trademark smugness. He took a single step forward, placing his zipper against her nose, watching her closely to see what she would do and how she would react.
 
She glanced at his chest only briefly. She saw that he was mostly hairless and pretty in shape, though not like a male model would be. She averted her eyes quickly though, not wanting to spend much time looking at him. She knew that the more she looked at him, the more he would think that she was into him, and she couldn't have that. She took his shirt when he handed it to her and placed it on the bed behind her. She gave him a small glare but then quickly averted her eyes again.

When he complimented her, she gritted her teeth and kept her eyes down. She didn't care how he thought she looked ever. It was actually worse that he thought that she looked 'nice' now, though his definition if nice was far different than hers. When he pressed the zipper against her nose she turned her face away in disgust, but lifted her hands and undid his pants quickly. She hesitated a moment and then shover her hands into his boxers and pulled his manhood out, wanting to get this over with as soon as she could.
 
He made a show of moaning appreciatively when she took hold of his semi-erect cock. His smile showed his familiar brand of cocky smugness. There was a fair amount of precum starting to drip from its tip as he had been rather turned on by seeing her in the gown during the car ride and watching her in her state of undress now.

He flexed a bit and his member throbbed a little in her hand. He smiled down at her and said, "He's quite happy to see you, Elsa, my dear." Since she seemed to be a bit hesitant to him, he took the liberty of beginning to thrust a little into her hand.
 
She frowned when he moaned, incredibly unhappy that he was already getting so much pleasure out of this. She heaved another sigh and was about to take action when he decided to berate her again. She shot him another ugly glare, more then tempted to dig her fingernails into his penis' sensitive skin. But she didn't, as she knew that would only get her a beating and a probably a hundred more unpleasant things.

"I can't say the feeling in mutual," she growled through gritted teeth. She was quite unhappy to see him, in fact. She pulled away a little when he began thrusting in her hand. He was so impatient, really. She wanted to stall more but she knew that she was probably getting to the end of his patience, so she just opened her mouth, leaned forward, and took him in without much thought. She held onto his base for a moment longer before letting go of it, glad to have at least one part of her free of him. He felt weird in her mouth, she didn't like it. She'd never been a huge fan of giving head, it seemed like such a degrading act to her. Now it really was.
 
He smiled in response to her retort, but as she took him into her mouth, he let the smile slide off his face. He closed his eyes and just breathed, his breathing slowly quickening. He fought hard to keep his hips from bucking, quite certain she wouldn't like that sort of development. He couldn't resist putting his hand on top of her head however, but he kept the touch gentle, encouraging the motions she was already making rather than using the hold to demand motions.

As he hardened against her tongue and lips, he looked down at her. She wasn't looking back at him, but he could see the look in her eyes. He reminded himself of the concerns a woman would have in this situation and offered gently, "Elsa, I'll warn you when I get close. I leave it to your choice if you wish to swallow, or simply take it on your person." He nodded to her then closed his eyes again, enjoying the unique pleasure that could only be afforded the male organ by a woman's mouth as she knelt before him.
 
At the very least, she was glad that he wasn't making a huge audible fuss. It was obvious that he was enjoying this immensely, but she appreciated the fact that he wasn't being TOO obnoxious about it. He had said that he wanted enthusiasm from her, but she didn't want to give it. She weighed her options as she moved her mouth, slowly taking him deeper. If she didn't give enthusiasm, he might get mad. If she did he might think she enjoyed doing this to him, which she didn't. It was lose lose for her really. She decided to just go at it regularly, not overly enthusiastic but not apathetically either.

She lifted her eyes up once, only to see him looking down at her. She averted her eyes quickly, hiding her wince when he put his hand on her head. She began to bob her head back and forth as she took him deeper, until he touched the back of her throat. Then she stopped -- unwilling to take him into her throat by herself. He would have to push her into that. She was intentionally giving him pleasure though, her tongue dancing along his underside as she sucked.
 
When he felt himself hit the back of her throat, he was genuinely surprised. He gasped a little, not able to suppress it in time. Instinctively, his other hand went to the back of her head, ready to push into her throat, but he stopped himself before he thrust into her face. No, he decided, he wasn't going to force it. Still, the fact that she had him that deep and wasn't gagging meant that later... maybe...

He relaxed his second hand, massaging the back of her scalp for a moment. Then he removed it again, alleviating any concern she might have. He couldn't help grinding just a little bit, but he did his best to keep his hips from outright bucking. He swallowed hard and grunted, his breath coming faster, but it wasn't the passionate moaning he had been teasing her with earlier. He could feel himself being pushed closer to a tingly edge as his member was wrapped in the warm wet silk of her mouth. There were so many exciting sensations that it took him a moment to notice how actively she was using her tongue on him. He couldn't hold back a moan this time, but he caught it in his throat as he realized it was coming out. The realization that she was trying pushed him very close. In a second or two more, he'd be owing her the warning he promised.
 
She could feel his throbbing building up in her mouth. She heard his captured moan and had to hide a smile. For whatever reason, she was actually enjoying giving him this pleasure. She had control over him while she was doing it, which was such a change that it actually elated her. She felt him trying to buck but holding himself back, again appreciating his exerting control over himself. Maybe this wasn't going to be so bad. Maybe it would as soon as this was over, but her slightly better mood from before was returning. She didn't even stop to think about how weird it was that her mood was improving while she was servicing her rapist.

She pulled back off of him quickly and spoke, "I'll swallow," and then pushed back down on him, taking him almost as deep as he was before. She didn't want to have to stop and think about what she was going to do, fearing that he would lose himself and cum on her face before she had to answer. She bobbed her head up and down, hoping to get him off as quickly as she could, she had been more enthusiastic than she had originally planned.
 
His cock throbbed hard in response to her decision. It was impossible, as a man, to take it as anything but a compliment when a woman told you she was going to swallow your seed, even if that wasn't the sentiment it was offered with. When she pushed back down on him, he immediately started to lose it. His cock throbbed wildly, and he threw his head back, groaning loudly, unable to stop it. His legs stiffened and he went up on his toes slightly, and then it started, his cock exploded in her mouth. Jets of hot sticky liquid started to pulse from the end of his stiff manhood. His breath came out heavy and hard. For a few breaths it sounded as if he was dying.

As he finally started to come back down from the climax, his knees felt weak. His hands came down to her shoulders, holding onto them genuinely for support. "Oh... Oh yes.... Oh yes, Elsa," he said, slowly catching his breath. He very gently pulled back, the head of his cock popping gently out of her mouth. His head was so sensitive he couldn't handle being in her mouth anymore. His eyes were still closed and he couldn't converse intelligently as he leaned on her.
 
She was surprised at the intensity of his orgasm. She pulled back a little bit as he began to cum so that she would not choke on it. Now that she had to swallow it she was even more glad that she had taken this route rather than having him cum on her. It would have been an enormous and disgusting mess. At least this way she could just swallow it without worrying about mess or tasting it too much. She swallowed it as he gave it to her, trying to do it as quickly and painlessly as possible.

She was surprised again when he rested his hands on her shoulders, she could feel that he genuinely needed to hold on for support. She winced at the gross sound it made when he slid out of her mouth, immediately stretching her jaw. She sat back and let out a huge sigh, glad that it was over with. She glanced up at him once or twice, unsure of what to say or do. It was obviously over, but where would they go from here? Would he just let her get dressed and they would leave?
 
He was still leaning on her, trying to catch his breath, when he opened his eyes and noticed that she seemed to be trying to figure out what to do now. He smiled a little. "Elsa, would you... do me a favor?" he asked, his words coming between deep breaths. Though he didn't think about it, this was the first time he had asked her to do something for him, not as a boss or a host or as a blackmailer but as a favor. "Could you... perhaps... get me back... into my boxers... and zip my pants back up? I don't think... I can stand on my own."
 
She blinked at him for a few moments, unsure of whether or not she should do what he asked. She finally grasped onto his boxers and pulled them up, covering his now soft manhood. She lifted his pants up too, buttoning and then zipping it closed. She then stood up, slowly, and stretched a little. She turned and looked at her clothes on the bed and then glanced at him again. She wanted to redress but she was almost positive that he wouldn't let her redress the way that she wanted to.
 
Mostly recovered, he walked to her bed and retrieved his shirt, starting to put it back on. He noticed the look at her clothes and then the glance in his direction. He sighed, "I don't mind if you wear something conservative, but must it be downright unattractive?" He adjusted the cuffs of his shirt and started to walk into her bathroom before she could answer, leaving his words hanging more as a statement than a question. He washed his face in the sink and used one of the nearby hand towels to dry his cheeks.

He called to her from the bathroom, "Elsa, make sure you pack whatever toiletries and makeup you need for a couple of days, please, and grab a few changes of clothes." He took a few moments to think to himself. He could keep her at his house for a while, but eventually he would have things to do and need to be able to leave her on her own. He felt that most likely, if he did that now, he'd come home, she'd be gone, this place would be cleaned out, and there would be a for sale sign out front. He doubted that she'd leave anyone a forwarding address either. No, he couldn't trust her to stay with him voluntarily. He needed to remove either her means or her will to run. Her purse was still at his home, which made holding onto her credit cards easy enough. He had most of her personal information at the office, so if she ran, she'd need to use very liquid assets, cash really, to avoid being easily tracked. He didn't need to clean her out, but he needed to get control of enough of her cash that she couldn't pull enough together in one afternoon to simply zip away.

He pulled out his cell phone and closed the bathroom door. He called the HR department and told them that he needed info on his secretary. He asked if she had set up direct deposit and was delighted to find that she had. They gave him the account numbers and the bank. It wasn't one of his, but he did know the manager personally. He had to make two more calls to get the cell number he was looking for then he punched it into his cell. He talked low, "Jack, hey, yeah, how have you been? This is Nick. Hey, I need a little favor." He explained that he was worried about one of his employees stealing. He asked him if he could quietly monitor the accounts, nothing too major, just put something on the account that alerted the manager when there was a major withdrawal. The manager agreed and said he'd call Nick if he spotted anything.
 
She glanced at the clothes on the bed again and sighed. She walked over to her closet again and pulled it open, scanning over her stuff. She pulled out a long sleeved blouse with a little v-neck. She put it on and glanced at herself in the mirror. A little cleavage could be seen, but not too much. It was a light pink color and looked nice against her skin. She put the grey dress pants on again just in case they were going to go to work, she would have to look work appropriate. She slipped her feet into kitten heels and brushed her hair out while he was in the bathroom.

She pulled out a few tops, a skirt, and a pair of jeans. She grabbed a pair of pantyhose, some socks, and a few pairs of panties. She wanted to be prepared for anything so that he couldn't catch her off guard and force her into his snotty fiancee's hand-me-downs. She pulled out a small duffle bag and stuffed her clothes into it, along with the cosmetics she kept on top of her dresser. She scanned the room, trying to make sure she had everything. She probably didn't, but she was going to just have to deal. "I'm ready," she called to him, her voice flat but not too unhappy.
 
After a few minutes, he stepped out of the bathroom. He looked her over and stifled a whistle, going back to being on his best behavior. She looked really lovely, not slutty, but lovely. He smiled pleasantly and nodded his approval. He opened her bedroom door and let her walk out first. He looked at his watch as they headed down the stairs. "Well, how about some breakfast, Elsa? My treat," he offered to her. He walked behind her as they walked out the front door. As soon as she locked the door, he held out his hand, asking for her key with a knowing smile. "Understand, it's not that I don't trust you," he explained, "but I'd rather not have you get tempted."
 
She walked out in front of him, and once she had locked the door she moved to put the key in her pocket. But he was on the ball and had already held his hand out to take it. She gritted her teeth but handed it over, her other hand holding on to the duffle strap tightly. She had to control her emotions, though she wasn't really sure what they were. She was angry, sad, and actually okay all at the same time. She sighed and walked towards the car, leaving him to follow her or whatever. She was hungry, but she didn't really want to eat with him again. He was making hating him more and more difficult.
 
He sighed as she moved off again without even answering him, but he couldn't keep the grin from forming at the corner of his lips. Much as he wanted her to relax and start to enjoy his company, he had to admit that he found this game fun. Jenkins had been waiting outside the car, evidently disturbed that his passengers seemed to be opening their own doors a lot lately. He already had the door open as Elsa approached. Nick followed smiling and climbed into the back beside her. Once the door was shut, he spoke to her again, trying to sell her on breakfast again. "Look, I'm a bit spent at the moment, and I'm hungry. Is there someway I could talk you into taking another momentary break from the 'I hate breathing the same air as you' routine and get some food?" he smiled pleasantly, not arrogantly, as he spoke, tilting his head to the side a little and displaying a sort of happy pleading in his eyes. "Come on," he added a little cutely, trying to get her to smile, "I'll take you to your favorite breakfast place, where ever that is."
 
She climbed into the car and sat down, sighing deeply and allowing the stress to show on her face for the split second that she was alone. When he climbed in after her she brought her face back to normal, crossing her arms over her chest in a little bit of defiance. She gave him a sideways glance when he began speaking to her again. Truthfully she was hungry too. She sighed and nodded, giving in to him once again. "Alright. There's a place called Gemini Cafe. It's on the east side, Elm Street. They have the best french toast in the entire universe," her voice softened a little bit as she began to talk about the food, her stomach even rumbling a little.
 
He smiled broadly, but not triumphantly. He was somehow different at the moment, something she hadn't seen before in their time together. He was happy. He realized he hadn't felt this way in a long while, and for a moment a look of disgust passed over his face as he thought about the reasons for the long absence of real happiness. He quickly realized it and recomposed himself, returning to the smile. He hoped she hadn't noticed, as he wanted to enjoy this. "Sounds wonderful," he said and quickly relayed their destination to Jenkins via the intercom.

He took a long look in her eyes and in a very serious voice he asked, "So tell me, Elsa, what... exactly are we looking at here?" Then a grin spread across his face and his voice took on a friendly teasing tone as he delivered his punchline, "I mean are we talking blueberries and cream cheese french toast here?"
 
She sat back and began to prepare herself for a silent ride to the cafe. It wasn't too far away, probably a ten minute drive and she had hoped that he wouldn't try to make small talk with her. Obviously her hopes were not going to come to fruition. She glanced over at him again, a tiny smile crossing her face at his horrible joke. "They have different sorts. My favorite is cinnamon swirl. It's delicious," her voice softened again, a little more than it had before. Speaking of food she loved lightened her heart. She heaved another sigh, though this one was subtler than any before. She was still a little fatigued, despite all those hours of sleep she got. She didn't want today to be another bad day.
 
He felt his body relax as he noticed her reaction. He had been focused for over a day, except for the few fitful hours of sleep he got on the couch, on her every word and move, analyzing every facial expression and movement, and he hadn't realized how tense that effort had made him. He smiled at her, delighted in even this slight lift in her mood. He couldn't deny to himself, much as he might wish to, that torturing her had been fun to him, but seeing her able to smile, even such a small, slight smile, made colors seem brighter and the dawning sun seem warmer.

His blue eyes danced and sparkled a bit and he continued, "And a glass of chocolate milk to wash it down with?" They were nearing their destination, and he knew they'd once again be in public. He wasn't sure that this temporary pleasantry would survive their exit from the car, and he wanted to keep it going as long as he could.
 
Her eyes widened in surprise when he mentioned the chocolate milk. How could he possibly have known about that? "You like that too?" she asked in shock, her mouth hanging open for a moment after she said it. Then she closed it and turned away, shaking her head a little. She couldn't let herself be charmed by him or think that they had anything in common. But they did have things in common, and he did charm her. Why? She wanted to hate him, but more and more she was finding that he wasn't really horrible. Sure, she didn't enjoy it when he forced himself upon her, but this last time hadn't been as bad as the first.
 
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