Page 28 of Force Me To Obey


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My body was overloaded, crying at me, screaming for the release I kept denying it.

“Well, yes, kinda.” I smiled. I could feel his cock, telepathically, throbbing, engorged and pressing against his jeans.

He moved closer, running his hand teasingly down my arm. Then the back of his hand moved gently across my breasts, and tips of his fingers longingly grazed over my pubic mound. Mesmerized by the erotic thrill, I couldn’t move. But while my flesh begged for more, I suddenly realized what was happening, and jumped away startled. I was burning up inside. “C’mon, Skye, what’s really keeping you away?”

No. I’d never tell him; he’d never understand. I hadn’t anticipated feeling anything for Roddy, since my recent lust had converged on Preston and no one else. I guess I was wrong about that. Suddenly, without any forewarning, the desire in me for Roddy became as strong and demanding as it had been months before. Maybe it wasn’t real desire. Maybe this was just the denial speaking—I might have screwed any man with an available erection.

And then there was the day itself… my successful revenge gave me power,

igniting flames of sexual desire hotter and more immediate than anything I’d felt in some time. I couldn’t hold them back. My willpower vanished, and with it thoughts of Preston’s rules. Besides, what would it hurt, an anonymous, meaningless fuck with an old flame? Why not?

Unlike me, Roddy wasn’t battling for answers, or looking for justifications to have sex. He was horny and he wanted me. As long as I didn’t push him off, he’d keep trying. He kept it up, I kept resisting. He moved closer, I stepped back. He touched my face, my body quivered… then he touched my cheek… my temple… my lips… and the gnawing in my belly seemed to expand all around me.

“Oh, what the hell!” I finally exclaimed. I hopped up on the desk behind me and spread my legs. “Here, go ahead and have at me.”

“Ooo, naked,” Roddy whispered in awe, as he gazed at my pantiless crotch. I was a better slut than I’d been before, the evidence was clear. The skin across my snatch was smoothly shaven, and where my pubic hair remained, I’d trimmed it close, leaving it soft and invitingly touchable.

Roddy surprised me. Instead of simply fucking me, he stooped down, and moved on my cunt with his mouth, sucking, licking, devouring the purply folds, making the steamy fissure quickly orgasmic. When he came up for air, I moaned because I didn’t want him to stop; it had been such a long time since such delicious sensations had visited my cunt… and I was just that close.

Then, before I could distract him, offering to let him fuck my mouth or ass with his erection—so I wouldn’t feel so guilty afterwards—he opened his jeans to free his cock. In seconds, it knocked at the doorway of my pussy and pushed inside. Except for fingers toying with that sweet spot, and occasionally finding it fucked by someone’s hand or a rubber dildo, my pussy had been barely used since I became my master’s property. Certainly, no cock had entered me since Roddy’s had months—eons, it seemed—before.

I should have behaved myself and obeyed my master. Fucking Roddy or anyone else should have been the last thing in my thoughts. But I lost all power of self-control. I was gone in a heartbeat, getting fucked hard and coming like I hadn’t come in months. At the moment, I climax with rough earth-shattering spasms, I couldn’t care less about Preston Lockhart and his rules. And yet, just moments later, as Roddy pulled dripping from my cunt, and my body languished in the afterglow, I struggled with my shame. Why was I so stupid to fall for this easy screw?

I must have known then that my lapse in judgment would mean disaster. But my only thought as I came to my feet, cum oozing down my leg, was how fast I could get back to my cubicle and think through the damage I’d done. Unfortunately, I didn’t have the luxury of time.

“Roddy, take your hands off Miss Sinclair, and get your cock back in your pants.” Preston’s voice landed between us, like an unexploded bomb was suddenly ticking in our midst, calmly, patiently and surreal. My heart plummeted like a wounded bird.

I turned toward the door. Roddy turned too, and got hold of his wits. He scrambled so fast to stuff his cock back in his jeans that he caught his pubic hair in his zipper. “Yeeouch!” He came out of it grinning, shrugging off the awkward moment, “Hey, man, it was just a quickie.”

“I’m sure it was—in the company tech room on company time,” he reminded us both. “Miss Sinclair, I’ll see you in my office, once you’re put back together.” He turned away before I could reply, and we listened in silence as his shoes clicked on the Formica, the door opened at the top of the staircase, and then closed with a gentle swoosh behind him.

“Sorry, babe, I guess we took one too many chances.”

“You’re right about that.” I was reaching for Kleenex on the back of his desk to wipe the cum from my legs. “Of all the people…” I muttered.

“He someone special?”

“Oh, I don’t know,” I sighed, being afraid to say too much.

“Hey, you didn’t tell me you were with him.”

“It’s not exactly that.”

“Well, whatever it is, I’m sure as hell sorry.”

“Sorry, why? We had a good time.” I patted him on the cheek and smiled.

“But you’re covering up.”

“Maybe. But I still enjoyed myself.”

“Sure. But he’ll read you the riot act. You want me to go with you? It’s as much my fault as yours.”

“No, no. I can handle Preston Lockhart,” I said starting for the stairs.

“Damn!” He shook his head, “I hear everyone who comes down here. Why didn’t I hear him?”

I looked back over my shoulder, “Maybe because you weren’t meant to.”

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