Natalie #4
“Come on, I can feel you are close.” He thrusts a few more times.
Pinching my clit as he does. My body reacts in the way it's supposed to against my will and I cry out, it’s not the first time an orgasm has been forced from me, yet each time shocks me.
How could my own body betray me like this?
Tears are streaming down my face by the time he finishes and pulls out of me.
His juices flow down my legs as he pulls up his pants and straightens up my skirt.
My underwear is still in his pocket as his disgusting trophy.
I wouldn’t want them back anyway, not after he’s touched them.
“Okay, I think you are done for the day. I shall see you tomorrow bright and early. And I may need you to stay late again to help me count up the money in the safe.” He smirks. I am still bent over the desk, unable to move.
Stay still.
Be quiet.
Be a good girl.
When something has been burned into your brain, you obey. I haven’t been properly dismissed yet. He hasn’t told me I can go. Not properly.
“Miss Baker. Leave my office now. You have a busy day tomorrow.” He demands. I stand up straight and walk as quick as I can without going into a run. I notice my face is stained with mascara streaks as I walk past the mirror beside his office door. I look how I feel - a complete mess.
“See you tomorrow, Natalie.” He sneers. I grab my bag and coat from my desk and run out the building as fast as I possibly can.
I can’t believe my boss just did that. And I can’t fucking tell anyone.
I can’t report him, not with his brother being the chief of police.
So this is why most of the female staff leave town. It has to be.
“Treasure?” Mr Stalker's voice makes me jump. He’s here, he’s really here. My legs weaken under me, knowing I can relax now he’s here. “Woah, what's happened?” He holds my hips, keeping me upright. The green X’s stare into my soul when I look up at him.
“Don’t touch me. Please.” I whimper. Normally I’d welcome his touch, I’d crave it.
But tonight, I feel disgusting . I don’t want to taint him with my filth.
“I just want to go home.” Tears threaten my eyes again and he lowers his face.
His hands which are still on my hips tighten their grip.
Next thing I know I’m against the wall of the building, The streets are nearly empty and the sky is dark. Just how long was I in the office for?
“What. Happened ?” He growls, his British accent more pronounced now he’s angry. I’ve only ever heard this voice once, when he was on the phone to someone he called Bull.
“Please. Don’t make me feel scared of you too.” I try to remove his hands, “Please.” My voice cracks. His hands move from my hips to my shoulders, his thumbs keeping my chin up to face him.
“Boss, let her go.” Another voice calls out.
His voice tinged with a bit of Italian. Mr Stalker lifts his head and growls at the newcomer.
He is also wearing a mask, different to the one I have become accustomed with.
This mask is like the ones old school doctors used to wear.
A bird looking thing. He seems to jolt back when I look his way.
“Boss, we have to go.” His voice sounds a little shaky, as if he’s scared of something - or someone.
I look back at Mr Stalker, the atmosphere around him has changed to authoritative.
Boss?
“Not now.” My stalker replies then looks back at me. “Tell me what happened.”
“Nothing.” I croak.
“Nothing?” He chuckles darkly. “You come out of work over two hours later than usual, you are crying and you have cum running down your legs.” He lets go of one of my shoulders and hits the wall beside my head. “So, did you sleep with your boss, or did he force you like he did the others?”
“What?” I hiccup.
“ You heard me, treasure. Now answer the fucking question. Did you fuck your boss?” He spits. I don’t know what to do. I don’t know how to feel with this side of Mr Stalker.
I break, the one person who I thought I was safe with is now scaring me. For the first time in years, I am terrified of my protector in the shadows.
“Answer me, Natalie.” He growls.
“You’re scaring me.” Is the only thing I can say. His anger fades, I can’t see his emotions, but by the way his shoulders drop and he pulls back a little. I must have upset him somehow.
“Enough.” The bird masked man says, "everyone's waiting, we have to go.”
“This isn’t over.” my stalker tells me, his tone a lot softer, freeing me from the enclosure he creates with his arms, he gently wipes away a falling tear with a gloved hand. “Leave me a note with your answer or I will wake you up and get the answer from you.” He threatens.
As he walks away with whoever the other guy is, I take a deep breath. What just happened. He has never gotten angry with me like that before, ever. So why tonight? Why did he freak out like that? Was he jealous?
I don’t have time to think about this now, I have to get home, back to where I am secure and can wash up. I need to get his smell off me, to get his lingering touch off my skin.
I need you to leave for a bit, I need to be alone with my thoughts.