Submissive

\"I\'m here to see your boss.\" The dark looming figure cast a shadow over Lucy\'s desk.
Surprise shown in her eyes for a brief second. \"Do you have an appointment?\"
The man gave a snort. \"I don\'t need one to see my fiancé.\"
Lucy buzzed Mary\'s desk. \"Seth is here,\" she stated calmly. A good secretary buys time for her boss.
\"Sir, won\'t you have a seat until Miss Jones is ready to see you.\"
\"I\'ll stand.\"
This was going to be difficult. Lucy knew her boss had broken her engagement to Seth. She knew because she saw the bruises on Mary\'s cheeks and the dark circles beneath her red-rimmed eyes. If she had to guess, Seth was responsible for them. She could tell by the way his hands curled and uncurled into fists, and how he stared at her as though she were a piece of wood he would like to dislodge from Mary\'s door.
After a few tight seconds, Mary buzzed back. \"I will not see him.\"
Lucy almost breathed in relief. At the same time, she was uneasy with having to dismiss him. \"I\'m sorry sir, but Miss Jones is not inclined to allow you in her office.\"
Seth placed both hands palm-down on Lucy\'s desk and gave her the most menacing glare. \"Let me in.\"
\"I can\'t sir,\" Lucy replied, rising from her chair and preparing to reach for the emergency button that would call for security. \"It\'s my duty to deny passage of any visitors whom Miss Jones does not wish to see.\"
Seth saw where her hand was going, and he grabbed it in a painful vice, using the back of his other hand to strike Lucy across the face.
\"Let. Me. In.\"
Lucy could feel blood trickle from a cut one of his rings had created, she was tempted to obey--his grip was crushing the bones of her right hand. \"I\'m sorry sir; Mary does not wish to see you.\"
He released her wrist so sudy; sy; she staggered a bit on her desk.
The last thing she recalled seeing was his fist coming straight for her face.

He was pounding on her door, causing the frame to shake so hard the walls vibrated. With one well-aimed kick, her door flew over with a crash.
\"On your knees. Now.\"
Mary stood behind her desk. She stared straight into Seth\'s eyes and gave the worst response: \"I won\'t.\"
His gaze flickered; the suddenness of the rage that infused his glare frightened her. \"On your knees,\" he said with a deadly calm, \"or I go back out there and fuck your secretary.\"
Mary\'s eyes swept past him to take in the unconscious form of Miss Tomland. Seth had knocked her out with one vicious punch. Mary couldn\'t allow him to abuse her further. With much reluctance and fear, she walked around her desk and knelt in front of it--a good ten feet from where Seth stood.
\"Crawl to me,\" he hissed with triumph.
Slowly, Mary placed her hands on the floor and began to crawl towards him. This was a game he had made her play before, and as she neared his form she kept her gaze level with his crotch. Years of Seth\'s manipulation had taught her one survival trick. She wiped her mind and body clear of any thought, any emotion. She was no longer Mary. Themissmissive creature making her way towards the domineering monster was just a shell.
Seth unzipped his pants and pushed down his white cotton briefs so that his penis was set free. He began to massage his testicles as Mary made it the last few inches. Pausing, she let her warm breath fan the head of his shaft.
\"Lick it,\" he commanded.
She let her tongue out to slowly travel the base of his head, making a perfect, hot circle around him.
\"Now suck me dry.\"
Mary closed her eyes for a brief second as disgust threatened to rage within her. She took him deep into her mouth--as far as she could from her position. But it wasn\'t enough. Seth seized the back of her head, ripping pins and hair from her scalp as he ruthlessly forced his dick further, all the way to the back of her throat. It was too much. He was choking her.
Mary gagged.
The vomit didn\'t seem to deter his state of arousal. In fact, she felt him harden further. Blocking all sense of time, ignoring the horrid taste of stomach acid, Mary swirled her tongue around his shaft, using her own vomit to slicken him. The tip of her tongue made tiny circles across a bulging vain. She ran her teeth lightly to tickle the few strands of pubis she had envelopede lie liked that, she knew. But it wasn\'t enough.
Seth was getting impatient. He tightened his fist, pulling her head back just a bit before he shoved her forward again. Mary took the hint and began rocking back and forth. Sucking out and sucking in.
\"That\'s right Christine, pleasure your master.\"
Mary\'s mind remained blank. She recognized his use of another woman\'s name. When he was taking his sexual pleasures, he never said her name--it was always Christine. Mary might have wondered what became of the woman--if she wasn\'t already trying to save herself.
The grasp of his hand loosened, Mary sped up her pace. The first few drops of semen leaked from him in warning. When he came, the amount of cum threatened to overflow from her mouth, but she made sure to swallow every last drop, though she had to swallow some of her own vomit as well.
She licked his shaft clean, fighting back the urge to gag once more.
Seth took his softening shaft in hand and tapped it lightly against Mary\'s left cheek and tracing her lower lip.
\"You\'re moving your things back to the apartment.\" He didn\'t even wait to see her react. Seth just zipped up his pants and walked out of her office, pausing at her secretary’s desk. With sickening deliberateness, he laid his hand across Miss Tomland\'s ass, stroking it with the flat of his hand. Mary watched--he wanted her too. And then he pulled back his hand and gave a quick, loud slap to her rump. The sound reverberated off the walls and stabbed Mary\'s very spirit. Miss Tomland\'s form flinched.
\"Bring the dog with you,\" he called out as he rounded the corner to the elevators.
\"Yes, sir,\" she whispered.
The first tears of agony escaped her as despair took over. It was stupid to have thought she could end things. He would never let her go.