The force

The office seemed deadly still after the last sound of his footsteps had evaporated. She could hear her heart thudding, and her blood rushing through her body, unable to calm down.

Gulping down the lump in her throat, she picked up the phone, and dialed the number of her employer. Hell, she'd hated that job from the first day she sat foot in the place anyway. Working as a underpaid secretary for a bunch of self important dicks in cheap suits was not a dream job, but at least she had fended for herself, paid her own bills. She shuddered at the thought of what she was now.

As she finished the last call, a new thought came to her head. What if he just wanted to mess with her? Screw up her life? Feeling of angst and sadness swept over her like a cold breeze.
All in all, both her family and friends had seemed almost indifferent to her supposed plans. Not one of them had questioned it, and mostly they had seemed preoccupied with their own things.
Since she had met William, she had neglected the lot. She knew many of her friendships could barely be called that any more. Loneliness washed over her at the thought. She wondered of anyone would really miss her?
She had always had a strained relationship with her parents, and she wasn't close to any of her brothers. Her friends had all but given her up as a lost cause. Then again, that was a pretty accurate description of her current state

The kneeling position was starting to get really unpleasant, and she shifted slightly. Her muscles where all strained, her body reflecting her sense of terror, fear and something else.
She looked around the room, and almost choked in shock, as she noticed a pair of polished black shoes and grey pants not three feet from her. Immediately she felt her pulse quicken, as renewed fear took over.
Tentatively, she looked up at William. He was studying her with what seemed like no emotions at all. Stern and unsmiling, he seemed to gaze right into her core.

"I've brought some papers for you to sign. I don't want you to read them, or even skim them"

He tossed a big pile of papers in front of her, followed by a pen.
She looked at him desperately. Trying to find something in his expression, pity, understanding.. Love? But there was nothing but a cold hard stare.

She felt her eyes filling up with tears again, stinging from all the previous crying. She flipped through the pile, signing her name and the date on all the doted lines. She did not read it, nor did she really care what it was. All she felt was lonely and tired. She could not give him up, and that was the only truth that mattered right here. Like this, she might still feel his love, his approval. Even the coldness was better than being separated from him

Her emotions where irrational, even to her. He wasn't what her friends would call a hunk, in fact he was pretty average. He wasn't rich, powerful or famous even. From the moment she had first met his gaze, she had known he was special though. His self assurance, his calm determined manner, his sharp wit and deep sense of empathy had completely swept her off her feet. When she looked at him, she felt like she was finally being understood. That he could somehow see through all the nonsense, the façade, and look at her like she really was. She felt oddly recognised, like a veil of lonesomeness and artistry had been swept away. But now there was only coldness there, penetrating and hurting her. She wiped her tears away with her already soaked sleeve, and lay the pen down. She kept her eyes on the floor, simply waiting. She knew he was there watching her, she could feel his eyes on her.

He grabbed her arm, and pulled her up on shaking unsteady legs.
"Good girl" he whispered in her ear, as he lowered his head to reach her. His hand brushed her hair, gently, petting her softly. She was completely surprised at the rush of joy she felt at his approval, her whole body aching with pleasure at having pleased him. She closed her eyes tight. What was wrong with her?

He looked down at the shaky mess his girlfriend had become. From her messy hair, tear stained face, and crumbled clothes. He felt her body jerk at his words, saw the tiny smile flash over her face. A smile of quiet joy, something deep and personal, not the fake kind she so often plastered on her face, when she thought she had to be something she wasn't. He felt a rush of power go through him. He owned her now, she was totally dependent on him, emotionally and on just about every other level. He knew that he had made himself vulnerable too. Should she ever escape, he would be in major trouble. Still he couldn't help to indulge in the euphoric feeling of complete control. He would never let her lie to him again, not even with the smallest gesture, nor would he let her escape from what he knew she was or could be.
He wanted to hug her, kiss her, make love to her. Let her feel his warmth towards her. Let her know he would not let her be harmed, not even by herself. But he sensed it was too early. Other harsher lessons had to be learned first.

He picked up the pile of papers from the floor, and threw them on the desk, moving away from her as he did. He could feel her quiet sigh, as he left her.

He looked at her for a little, giving her time to feel uneasy. Her eyes had unclenched, and she looked at him with a blue, worried stare. Like a little puppy, begging to be loved. He thought of her constant nagging complaints of only a few hours ago, and his resolve hardened.

"Strip" he said sternly, ice in his voice and his face.
Gulping down, she started to unbutton her blouse with shaking hands.

Her hands fumbled at every button, zipper and clasp, but eventually she managed to strip of every item of clothing. She reddened under his stare. Never had she felt this naked and exposed, even if the rational part of her knew he had seen her many times like this.

"your hair buckle, jewellery and watch too"
She fumbled to comply, and he held out his hand for her to put everything in.

When she'd finished, he had plunked everything into a plastic jar, and sealed it.
It was odd not wearing even her rings and earrings, somehow even more naked. She wondered if he would ever give it back to her, but found that she didn't much care at the moment.

He picked up her phone from the desk, and while looking her straight in the eyes, he dropped it to the floor, and smashed it with his shoe. The violence of it sent a shock through her, but she did not say a word. Then he emptied out her purse.  Keys, cosmetics and nicknacks crashed to the floor. He picked up her wallet, opened it, pocketed a few cards and her cash, and threw the rest in the trash can.

She could feel her mouth growing even drier, but something deep inside her stirred, contrary to her instincts. Desire? It was so absurd, she could hardly understand it herself. Her life was being permanently screwed with.. And that was her reaction? She brushed it aside, and waited, not taking her eyes from him.

He picked up her purse, and threw it into the garbage can as well, then he kicked it out in front of the desk, next to her scattered stuff.

"kneel. Put the make up and the keys on the table, throw the rest out"

She knelt, and started to sort through her treasures, throwing out all the little things she had gathered over the years, along with the paper towels, wet wipes and other junk. He had seated himself behind his desk, apparently immersed in the papers she had signed.

Just as she had picked up the last lip gloss, she heard a firm knock on the door. Panic set in, as she looked around the room for a place to hide.
William looked firmly at her.
"come in" he replied
She starred at him in wide eyed horror, and tried to cover herself the best she may, as she heard foot steps behind her.

Before she knew it, William was pulling her to her feet, and slamming her belly down across the desk. Hard slaps rained down on her exposed bottom, making her yelp and cry out in pain

"you will NEVER cover yourself from me. Do you understand" he barked, marking each word with a harsh slap

"please, Will.. Master, not that" she sobbed through the pain, another level of panic sweeping over her.

He paused, and she heard his clothes rattle

"I warned you not to speak! You are mine now. Completely. I will do WHATEVER i want to do with you"
His voice was deceptively smooth, and the second it stopped, she heard the swoop of his belt through the air. From the deafening smack, until the pain registered felt like an eternity, after that it was just unbearable pain, sharp and raw. He quickly secured her body and arms with one strong hand, and brought down the belt again and again until she lost all sense of time and space.
The only thing that excited was him, the belt, the pain. Even through the pain and the humiliation, she felt his presence like an overwhelming shadow, filling her completely, taking her over. It was both terrifying and oddly reassuring.

When the blows finally stopped, she was sobbing miserably on the desk. She wanted to rub her butt, to get the sting out, but his hand was still holding her.

"when will you speak?" he demanded
"when spoken too, Master" she managed to croak through sobs

She felt his hand brush gently over her battered skin. An instant flicker of desire shot through her, and she couldn't keep a moan from escaping her lips

She heard a deep chuckle from behind her, and she stiffened. The visitor.

"Stay down" William ordered, and he left her.
She felt her body stiffen again, and she twisted her head to see behind her.
It was a man in his early forties, well dressed and groomed. He looked like he took good care of himself, but what made her heart stop was the look on his face. He looked like a hungry wolf. Enjoying her helpless body with his eyes, unapologetically. She saw him coming closer, now only his pants and shirt was visible from her awkward angle. She could see his cock strain against the fabric of his pants