Part 1
"Mmm… mmm… mmmmm," I moan into my hand, my cheek pressed against the cool wood of the desk as Gerald's hips slammed into me. The sound of his zipper and the rustle of his clothes had been music to my ears just moments ago, but now it was just a backdrop to the rhythmic smack of our bodies colliding. His strong hands gripped my waist, his fingers digging in as he held me in place, his breath hot on the back of my neck.
The room smelled faintly of leather and money, a scent that seemed to be a prerequisite for any building David frequented. The walls were lined with bookcases that reached the high ceiling, filled with dusty tomes and awards, the only things Gerald Benson seemed to value more than his belt collection. The floor was a rich, dark mahogany, reflecting the soft light that streamed in from the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the city skyline. The desk beneath me was a sleek, polished monstrosity, a symbol of the power every lawyer seemed to crave.
The man behind me having the time of his life was, frankly, not much to look at. Gerald Benson was a contrast to the opulent office that surrounded us. His brown hair was thinning and sweat beaded his forehead, a testament to the effort he was exerting. He was shorter than David by a few inches, which I found slightly disappointing, but his body was surprisingly toned for someone who probably spent more time behind a desk than in a gym. His face was a study in concentration, his eyes squeezed shut as he panted heavily, the occasional grunt escaping his lips.
"You like that baby, David would never give it to you like this," Gerald grunted, his voice low and thick with lust as he pumped into me from behind. The words stung, but in that moment, I couldn't deny the truth. He was wrong of course, at least about how he'd give it to me, David was actually quite gifted, that is when he wasn't insisting on either tying me up or having his way with a crop.
When I first met David, I had no idea of his twisted desires. The man who promised to love and cherish me had hidden his true nature behind a mask of charm and ambition. Our sex life had become a series of painful performances, and I was tired of being his submissive plaything.
Sure I knew I lived a carefree life as a trophy wife, but this wasn't the fairy tale I had signed up for. The glitz and glamour of his wealth had been a prison of pain and humiliation, and now, as I felt Gerald's firm grip and his relentless thrusts, I felt a twisted sense of liberation. With every moan, I felt the power shifting in my favor, and every drop of sweat on my skin was a declaration of my independence.
Gerald was older, more experienced, and surprisingly gentle for a man of his stature. He knew exactly how to touch me, how to make me quiver without the need for ropes or whips. His touch was tender, yet firm, and every time he whispered sweet nothings in my ear, I felt a spark of rebellion ignite within me.
"Cass, you're so wet," he murmured, his voice a low rumble that sent shivers down my spine. I bit my lip, my eyes fluttering shut as his hands found my breasts, teasing my nipples until they stood at attention. I arched my back, pushing my chest towards him, silently begging for more.
He complied, his thumbs circling my sensitive peaks as he continued to drive into me. The sensation was overwhelming, a symphony of pleasure that drowned out the guilt and anger that had been simmering for months. Our movements grew more frantic, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing through the quiet office.
"Oh God, Gerald," I gasped, feeling the familiar tightening in my core. "I'm gonna cum."
"Do it," he urged, his voice strained with his own impending release. "Cum for me, baby."
The words were a trigger, and I couldn't hold back. My body convulsed around him, waves of pleasure crashing over me like a tsunami. I screamed into my hand, muffling the sound as best as I could, but it was too intense. The room spun as the orgasm tore through me, and for a moment, I forgot where I was, who I was with, and what I was doing.
But when I opened my eyes and saw the smug look on Gerald's face as he pulled out and zipped his pants, I smiled, knowing I had the upper hand. He leaned in and kissed the back of my neck, his stubble scratching against my sensitive skin, and I couldn't help but feel a pang of victory. I had used his lust against him just as I had planned.
"That was amazing," he murmured, his voice still thick with desire. "We have to do this again."
"I don't think that's a good idea," I replied, standing up and smoothing out my dress.
The shock on his face was priceless. "What do you mean? We both enjoyed it."
"Maybe," I said with a shrug. "But once my divorce is finalized I plan to move on and with half of David's assets, I won't need to settle for a quickie in an office."
Gerald's grip tightened around my waist, his eyes narrowing. "You don't understand, Cass. This isn't just about sex. It's about power."
I raised an eyebrow, my heart racing from the aftermath of our encounter. "What do you mean?"
"Don't you remember my proposal, Cass?" Gerald's voice took on a serious tone as he stepped closer, his breath still heavy from our recent tryst. "I want to take Wolfe down a peg or two. With your help, we could expose his underhanded tactics and get him out of the firm for good."
I stepped away from him, smoothing down my hair and trying to compose myself. "You want me to what?" I asked, playing coy.
"Get into his office at home, find dirt on that private eye he constantly uses," Gerald suggested, his eyes gleaming with ambition. "I'm sure there's something there we could use."
The thought of delving into David's personal office, the one place he kept locked tight and guarded with a key I wasn't privy to, was both thrilling and intimidating. I knew David's secrets could be my ticket to really sticking it to him, but the risk was high.
"What do I get out of this?" I asked, my voice steady despite the racing thoughts in my head. Gerald's proposal was tempting, but I wasn't going to be anyone's pawn without getting something in return.
"I already set you up with the best divorce lawyer around so… What if I told you I could get in with the judge working your case when the time comes?" Gerald offered, his smile a knowing smirk.
My eyes widened with excitement. "How? You can't just bribe a judge."
"Let's just say I have my ways," Gerald said with a wink. He stepped closer, his hand grazing my arm. "But, it's going to cost you."
I felt a shiver run down my spine, but I didn't flinch. "What do you want?"
Gerald leaned in, his breath hot against my ear. "Just a few more nights like this, and make sure I get to watch the look on David's face when he hears the final verdict." His hand slid down my arm, his fingers lacing through mine in a possessive grip. "Think about it, Cass. You, sitting in the courtroom, looking like the picture of innocence, while Monroe is up there, tearing him apart with his own dirty laundry as the judge shuts down his every objection."
I liked the sound of that. The thought of watching David's world crumble around him was almost as delicious as the pleasure Gerald had just given me. I pulled my hand away, turning to face him with a sly smile. "Alright," I said, my voice dripping with sweetness. "You've got yourself a deal."
Smiling I turned to leave, after unlocking the office door I took a step out only to have my heel catch the edge of a toolbox left haphazardly in the hallway. I let out a surprised yelp as I stumbled forward, my hands flailing wildly. The handyman looked up from his work, his bald head gleaming under the fluorescent lights and a scar on his nose that looked like it had seen more than a few bar fights. He jumped to his feet, a wrench clutched in one hand, his eyes widening as he took in the scene.
"Oh, shit, I'm sorry miss," he said in a thick Boston accent, rushing over to help me up. His gaze swept over my disheveled appearance and the rumpled desk before darting back to my face. "I didn't mean to scare ya."
Indignant, I slapped his hand away and straightened up, brushing off any dust that had clung to my dress. "What the hell is going on here?" I demanded, my voice sharp with accusation. "How dare you just leave your mess in the hallway like that?"
"Hey easy, I'm just doing my job here," the handyman protested, taking a step back, his eyes darting from me to Gerald and then back again.
"It's fine, I'm not hurt," I spat out, my cheeks flaming red with a mix of embarrassment and anger. "But you really should be more careful," I added, shooting a withering look at the handyman, who was now awkwardly fidgeting with his wrench. "This is a professional environment, not a junkyard."
Smoothing down the fabric of my dress, I took a moment to compose myself. The dress was a form-fitting black number, with a daringly low back that showcased my toned figure. The material was a soft, luxurious silk that whispered against my skin with every movement. As my hands glided over the fabric, I straightened out the wrinkles caused by our impromptu office rendezvous. The dress had cost a fortune and was one of David's favorites; the irony was not lost on me as I fixed the dress that had just been used to betray him.
"Bye Mr. Benson, thank you again for your… help," I said, my voice dripping with sugary sweetness as Gerald's secretary, a young brunette with a nose that looked perpetually upturned, walked into the hallway. She shot us a suspicious glance, her eyes flicking between us and the open office door before she continued on her way.
I straightened my dress and headed down the hall quickly, if I was going to figure out a way into David's personal office, I needed to do it before he returned from out of town, but first I planned to treat myself with a nice expensive latte in order to celebrate my newfound alliance and the sweet taste of power it would bring.
- ~•
"Evening Mrs. Wolfe, wonderful weather isn't it?" The gate guard to our gated community greeted me with a smile that didn't quite meet his eyes as I pulled into the driveway. His gaze lingered on my car, and I couldn't help but feel a thrill knowing that he had no idea what I had just done.
"It really is, isn't it," normally I'd never bother conversing with the gate guard, but today the thrill of the secret I carried had me feeling untouchable. "Now that said, I'm anxious to get home so would you mind letting me through?"
He nodded and the large wrought iron gates swung open, allowing me to pass through. As I drove down the quiet street lined with million-dollar homes, I couldn't shake the feeling that the walls of the house I shared with David had grown taller and more oppressive. The once majestic home now felt like a prison cell, now more so than ever since she'd had David served divorce papers two weeks ago.
Worst of all was David's secret room, the one beneath his office that I'd been forced to visit when he had decided to introduce me to his darker side. It was a cold, sterile space filled with instruments that looked more suited for a torture chamber than a loving marriage. The mere thought of it made me shiver with revulsion.
Smiling to myself, I decided right there and then that once I win the house in the divorce, I'm going to turn that cold, sterile room into something David would never expect. A place of warmth, laughter, and joy - a stark contrast to the hellhole he had transformed it into. I imagine converting it into a cozy studio where I could do some kind of fashion blog or social media influencing. Maybe even throw in a mini-bar and a few velvet couches for good measure. The thought of sipping on champagne and filming videos while the memories of his twisted games lingered in the walls was a delicious form of retribution.
But first things first, I needed to get into that office. My smile faded as I pulled into the driveway of our large two story cottage style home and saw the lights on in the house and the unmistakable outline of a heating and cooling van parked in the space reserved for David's luxury sedan. I didn't remember David mentioning anything about work being done on the HVAC system while he was out of town.
I parked my Mercedes inside the garage, the smooth purr of the engine echoing off the concrete walls. The car was a symbol of the life I wanted but without the twisted strings attached to it. A life that didn't involve playing David's twisted games. As the door slammed shut behind me, I took a deep breath and steeled myself for the battle ahead.
Stepping out of my car I immediately spotted a ladder leading up into the house through a ceiling hatch in the garage. A long tube was snaking down from the hatch to the HVAC system, which was obviously undergoing maintenance. The sight was so mundane that it barely registered as unusual.
It was so typical that David didn't tell me about the HVAC work, but I couldn't let that distract me from my mission. I walked into the house, the sound of my heels clicking against the marble floor, and headed straight for his office. The door was closed as usual and I was about to look for a way to open it when I caught sight of my reflection…maybe my mission could wait because I looked like a hot mess, no wonder that barista was giving me a funny look.
I headed upstairs to take a shower, I prided myself on my looks and there was no way I was going to let anybody, not even the homely maintenance man, see me in this state. Clicking my way up the staircase, the hardwood creaking beneath my stilettos, I felt a sense of urgency. The house was eerily quiet, save for the distant hum of the HVAC system that was currently being worked on. The scent of David's cologne lingered in the air, a reminder of his absence, and I quickened my pace to escape it.
Twenty minutes later I stepped out of the guest bedroom dressed in a silk robe and a pair of kitten heels. I heard sounds coming from downstairs and to my delight spotted the door to David's office now slightly ajar. The HVAC guy was still here, his tools scattered across the floor, his back turned to me as he worked on the system.
As I approached he spoke, "I'll be out of your hair in a jiffy, ma'am. Just making sure everything's ship-shape before I go."
Stepping by him I smiled to myself, 'this couldn't have worked out better if I'd planned it' I thought as I stood in the doorway.
"Oh don't worry," I replied, my voice light and airy. "Take your time, I've got something to keep me… occupied."
I was about to begin my search when his oddly familiar voice spoke up again, "Oh, by the way your husband called while you were upstairs and left a message, I wrote it down on his desk."
"Great…" I muttered, too annoyed to care that the handyman's voice was oddly familiar. It was definitely something to keep an eye on but I had more pressing matters to attend to. As I approached the desk, my heart skipped a beat when I saw the neatly arranged bundles of rope. For a moment, I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead, fearing he had somehow anticipated my plan and this was some kind of warning. But then I noticed the note paper in the center of the desk, and I couldn't help but laugh thinking I was letting my paranoia get the best of me.
Picking it up, I turned it over and read the words, 'you brought this on yourself.' My heart stopped.
"Any chance my husband told you what he meant by-" My words were abruptly cut off as strong arms gripped me by my shoulders and slammed me down onto David's desk, knocking the air from my lungs. I was momentarily stunned, the note slipping from my grasp. The handyman, who had been working on the HVAC system, now had me pinned beneath him, his face contorted into a snarl.
Looking at his face I recognized him at once, it was the same man from outside Gerald's office, the handyman who had tried to help me up when I stumbled. The realization hit me like a ton of bricks, and I realized he must have been spying on us the whole time.
"LET ME GO!" I screamed, trying to buck him off, but he was too strong. His weight pressed down on me, immobilizing me beneath the cold, hard wood. Panic flooded through me, but I couldn't let it consume me. I had to think, to find a way out of this.
"Sorry Mrs. Wolfe, but like the note said, you brought this on yourself," the handyman, who was definitely not who he seemed, said with a smirk. His grip tightened, his forearms pressing into the middle of my back. I tried to grab at him, but all that seemed to accomplish was making it easier for the man to wrench my arms behind my back. The familiar feeling of nylon wove its way around my wrists until they were bound together tightly. I squirmed and bucked, trying to kick him away, but his weight was like a boulder.
"When I get free I'm going to mmmmmph!" I sputtered as a large red rubber ball was forced between my teeth, muffling my screams. Leather straps bit into my cheeks as what I recognized to be a ball-gag was buckled tightly behind my neck. My muffled protests only increased as I was hoisted up onto the desk and before I could roll over, more rope was being wound around my ankles and cinched tightly together.
"You mean 'if' you get free," the man, now revealed as a private eye, corrected me with a sadistic chuckle.
Rolling over onto my back, the robe parted, revealing the crimson lingerie beneath. The private eye's eyes widened, his grip on the rope loosening for a split second. The sight of my red pushup bra, barely containing my voluptuous D-cups, and the matching thong that barely covered my sex, sent a jolt of fear through me. I quickly tried to roll back over, to hide my exposed flesh, but he was too fast. He grabbed my knees and spread them wide, his gaze raking over me with a hunger that was all too familiar.
"Whoo, David's got some taste," the private eye leered, his eyes glued to my exposed body.
Begrudgingly I had to admit he was right, David used to always pick out my lingerie, the sadistic bastard had a taste for the dramatic. I used to think it was sweet the way he'd lay out a set on the bed with a little note, but now I knew it was just another way for him to assert his dominance.
A calloused finger traced the edge of my thong, sending a shiver down my spine. The private eye leaned over, his breath hot and heavy on my neck. "You know," he whispered, his voice dripping with a malicious glee, "I've always had a thing for blondes." His hand moved up to cup my breast, his thumb circling my nipple through the fabric of my bra, which had pebbled in response to the cool air of the room. I couldn't help the whimper that escaped my throat, and his grin grew wider.
"Sadly I'm not allowed to play," the private eye said, his eyes glinting as his hand hovered over my exposed cleavage. He leaned back, the smirk never leaving his face as he tightened the knot around my ankles, which caused me to whimper in protest. "But I can still appreciate the view."
Just as his hand was about to dip lower, his phone rang, the harsh sound echoing through the room. He cursed under his breath and pulled the device from his pocket, the screen lighting up with an unknown number. For a second, I thought of screaming for help, but the sight of his hand tightening around the phone made me bite my tongue.
"Wolfe," the man snarled, his eyes never leaving me. "Yes, she's right here. Nah, she fell for it. The bitch thinks she's so clever, fucking around with Benson. Dumb cunt never even questioned why a stranger was in your house, she saw your office open and just waltzed in."
I struggled against the ropes, the ball in my mouth making it impossible to protest, as fear and anger swirled inside me like a tornado. The man chuckled into the phone, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Yeah, I'll make sure she stays put until you get home…how long you gonna be?"
He listened intently, nodding, his eyes never leaving me. "Alright, I've got a few…ideas," he said, his voice trailing off into a dark chuckle. "Oh, don't worry. She won't be going anywhere."
My heart hammered in my chest as the private eye hung up the phone. This was it. David had played his hand, and it was clear I was the pawn in his twisted game. I tried to wriggle free, the ropes digging into my skin, but the more I struggled, the more I felt like a bug in a spider's web.
The private eye leaned back on his heels, a wicked grin playing on his lips as he surveyed his handiwork. "Looks like you're in a bit of a bind, sweetheart," he taunted, his eyes roving over my bound body like a starving man eyeing a feast. "Wolfe will be home in a couple hours so I need to make sure you're nice and ready for him."
My heart raced as I tried to think of a way out of this. David had always been meticulous, and now he had outsmarted me. The private eye reached into his pocket and pulled out a knife, flipping it open with a cold, metallic click. The sound made my stomach drop as he approached me, the blade glinting menacingly in the artificial office light.
Was he going to kill me? The thought sent a fresh wave of adrenaline coursing through my veins, and I bucked against the ropes, the ball in my mouth muffling my screams. The private eye just chuckled, his eyes dark with excitement. He leaned down, placing the tip of the knife at the neckline of my silk robe. "Hold still," he warned, "unless you want a little souvenir of our time together."
The cold steel slid through the delicate fabric like a hot knife through butter, and I felt the coolness of the room against my skin as the silk fell away. I lay there in my crimson lingerie, feeling more vulnerable than I ever had in my life. The private eye's eyes lit up with a hunger that was almost palpable as he took in the sight of me. I closed my eyes, willing myself not to cry, not to give him the satisfaction of seeing me break.
This couldn't be happening, what was going to happen to me? Would David really let this animal do whatever he wanted with me? I had to get out of here. I bucked my hips and twisted my body as much as the ropes would allow, trying to kick the private eye in the face with my bound feet. But he was ready for it, dodging my attempts with a chuckle. "Oh, you're feisty, I like that," he said, his voice thick with lust.
As I tried to hoist myself over the side of the desk, my breasts bouncing with the effort, the private eye reached out and grabbed my calf, stopping my escape in its tracks. He leaned in, his breath hot against my skin, and whispered, "Where do you think you're going, Mrs. Wolfe?" His grip was firm, but not painful, and as he held me in place, his other hand snuck up my inner thigh.
I squirmed, trying to shake him off, but it only served to push my hips upwards, giving him better access to my body. His hand slid further up my thigh, his thumb brushing against the fabric of my thong. A whine of protest muffled by the rubber ball filled my mouth, but he seemed to take it as an invitation, his eyes lighting up with a sadistic glee.
"Now, now," the private eye chuckled, his eyes gleaming with malicious intent as he caught my ankle and yanked me back onto the desk. "You don't want to be disobedient, do you?" His hand traveled up my thigh, his thumb grazing my panties. Panic and rage flooded my veins, but fear kept me from fighting back as he leaned in closer, his breath hot against my ear. "You know what happens to naughty girls who don't play by the rules," he whispered, his voice a dark promise of pain and humiliation.
I knew all too well what happened to naughty girls who didn't play by the rules, and the thought of it happening to me again, especially at the hands of this monster, was almost too much to bear. But I couldn't let fear consume me. With a surge of adrenaline, I tried to kick him away again, but he was ready for it. He caught my ankle mid-air and with a sadistic twist of his wrist, brought my leg back down, bending it at the knee and pinning it against the desk. His other hand shot up, grabbing my thigh with a grip so firm it was like a vice, holding me in place as I thrashed against him.
"That's enough of that," he said, his voice a low growl. "You're going to sit here and behave, or I'll have to teach you a lesson."
With a huff I stilled, my breath coming in ragged gasps around the gag. The private eye's grip on my leg tightened for a brief moment before he released me and stood up. He took a step back and surveyed me, his expression a mix of satisfaction and hunger. "Good girl," he murmured, stroking my thigh. "Now, let's make sure you don't go anywhere before Wolfe gets home."
With that he gripped me by my knees and elbows rolling me onto my stomach. When he began pulling my ankles towards my wrists I knew what was coming next and a fresh wave of panic set in. "No, please, don't do this," I pleaded through the gag, my eyes wide with terror.
A rope was connected from between my wrists to the cinch between my ankles, pulling me into a tight, painful hogtie. The private eye secured it with a knot that was as cruel as the glint in his eyes, leaving me utterly exposed and vulnerable on the desk. The cold wood bit into my skin, the only thing colder being the realization of just how utterly I had been outsmarted.
"There, now time to see if Wolfe has any good beer in the fridge," the private eye said with a chuckle as he turned to leave. My eyes filled with tears of rage and fear as he shut the door behind him. I couldn't believe this was happening, and the thought of what David had planned for me was almost too much to handle. I had to get out of here before he returned.
Rocking my body back and forth, I desperately searched for any slack in the ropes, my eyes scanning the room for anything that could help me escape. The only sound was the creaking of the wood underneath me and the distant footsteps of the private eye as he prowled through the house. My heart raced, the panic making my skin feel too tight, too warm. I had to get out of this. I couldn't let David win.
Unfortunately David's desk seemed to have been cleared of anything that could serve as a tool for escape. The only thing that remained was a framed picture of us at our wedding, his smug smile taunting me from the glossy surface. I felt a surge of anger and tried to knock it over with my bound legs, but it remained steadfastly in place.
I began to struggle in earnest, the ropes biting into my skin as I desperately tried to work them loose. Each twist and turn brought a new wave of pain, but I couldn't stop. The fear of what awaited me was stronger than any physical discomfort. The desk was solid, no leverage to be had, and David's large chair would roll away if I tried to push off onto it. This was not the first time I'd been hogtied on David's desk, the stakes however had never been so high.
Just as I thought all hope was lost, my eyes fell on a glint in the corner of the room. It was a heavy bookend, the kind David used to keep his legal tomes from toppling over. It was metal, with sharp edges. If I could just get to it, maybe I could saw through the ropes. The desperation fueled my determination and I began to wiggle my way across the desk, the wood sticking against my skin as I wriggled closer to the edge.
With a grunt, I took a deep breath and let myself topple over the side of the desk, my body falling in a painful heap on the floor. The wind was knocked out of me and the ropes bit deeper into my wrists and ankles, sending shockwaves of pain through my body. But the pain was worth it if it meant freedom.
Gasping through my nose it took me a minute to regain my breath. The fall had been painful, the impact jolting through every inch of my bound body. The ropes had tightened around my wrists and ankles, and the rubber ball in my mouth felt like it was going to pop as I took in deep breaths through my nose. The cold hardwood floor was unforgiving against my bare skin, and I could feel in my side where I'd impacted against the floor.
But I had no time to wallow in pain. I began a slow, painful journey across the office floor, worming my way towards one of the towering bookshelves. The ropes bit into my flesh as I inched along, but the promise of escape was like a beacon in the dark. My eyes never left the prize: a heavy metal bookend that could serve as my salvation.
Halfway across the floor, I felt the loss of one of my kitten heels as it popped off and bounced away. I couldn't help but whimper as I was now even more exposed, my bare foot vulnerable to any sharp object that might be lying around. But the sound of the heel echoing through the quiet room was the only thing that gave me away, and it was a small price to pay for the hope of freedom.
I paused for a moment, listening for any signs that the private eye had heard. When I was sure he was still occupied elsewhere in the house, I took a deep breath and flicked my foot, sending the remaining kitten heel skittering across the floor to join its twin. The sound was faint, but in the quiet of the office, it felt like a gunshot. I waited, tense, for any reaction, but there was only the steady throb of the HVAC system.
Leaning against the bookshelf, the ropes cutting into my skin, I stretched my bound wrists as far as they would go. The bookend was just out of reach, taunting me with its potential for freedom. I took a deep breath and pushed against the floor with my knees arching my back and wrists upward. My fingers had just grazed the cold metal when I heard the door creak open. The private eye's heavy footsteps echoed through the room, and I froze, my heart hammering in my chest.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, David warned me you'd be a handful," the private eye said, his footsteps growing closer. I froze, the bookend just out of reach. Caught, I relaxed my position and tried to look as though I hadn't been attempting an escape.
He walked over to where I lay against the bookshelf, his eyes raking over me, a smug smile playing on his lips. "Now, now, Mrs. Wolfe, no need for that. You're only making it harder on yourself." He leaned down and grabbed my arms, pulling me upright, the ropes cutting deeper into my skin as he did so. The pain was intense, but I bit down on the rubber ball to keep from crying out. "Hmm, looks like you lost your shoes," he said, eyeing my bare feet with amusement. "Well, I suppose that's to be expected with a squirmy little thing like you, still I know Wolfe has a fetish for such things."
Hit the nail on the head with his assessment on that, for every piece of lingerie David bought me he also had a pair of heels to match. But now, as the private eye took in the sight of my bare feet, all I could do was silently pray he didn't decide to indulge in his own twisted desires before David returned.
"Why don't I take you upstairs so we can find you something more comfortable," the private eye suggested, his tone thick with sarcasm as he surveyed my hogtied state. I didn't dare move, the ropes around my wrists and ankles cutting into my skin as I held my breath.
*flick*
The sound of his knife flicking open sent a cold shiver down my spine, and I closed my eyes, bracing for the worst. My feet hit the floor as he bent down and sliced through the rope that had been tying my ankles to my wrist. I groaned from the pain in my toes as they hit the cold, hard floor. He pulled me up, my body stinging and bruised from the ropes.
"Start hopping toots," the private eye grinned, gesturing towards the door with his knife. I bit my tongue, the taste of rubber filling my mouth as I began the painful journey towards the door. Each hop sent shocks of pain up my legs, but I knew better than to argue with a man holding a knife.
With his hand gripping my elbow tightly, the private eye steered me out of the office, down the hallway, and up the stairs towards our bedroom. I stumbled along, the pain in my wrists and ankles a constant reminder of my predicament. The house was eerily silent except for our footsteps and my muffled whimpers. The sight of the open bedroom door sent a fresh wave of dread through me, and I could only hope this gruff scarred man wouldn't take it further than just fitting me with a new pair of shoes.
As we entered the master suite, the plush carpet felt like a cloud beneath my sore feet. The private eye guided me to the center of the room, and without warning, pushed me onto the bed. The mattress sank beneath me, the plush fabric cool against my overheated skin. He leaned over me, his weight pressing the air out of my lungs, and for a terrifying moment, I thought he was going to climb on top of me.
Instead, I watched as he disappeared into the walk-in closet, the knife still gripped tightly in his hand. Time slowed and I began to contemplate making a hop for freedom when he re-emerged, holding up a pair of four-inch red peep-toe heels with a delicate red bow adorning the toe hole. The sight of the heels sent a jolt of fear and anger through me, a reminder of the humiliating games David used to play.
"Hey, maybe if you look good enough, Wolfe will go easy on you," the private eye sneered, tossing the heels onto the bed. He stepped closer, his shadow looming over me as he grabbed my ankles and pulled me closer.
Sighing, I stared at the ceiling as I felt the first heel slide onto my foot, the coolness of the leather which once felt luxurious now a symbol of my imprisonment. The private eye was surprisingly gentle, but the tension in the room was as palpable as the weight of the knife still in his hand. With a swift movement, he secured the strap around my ankle and moved to the other foot, his gaze never leaving mine.
As he worked, I felt a strange mix of anger and resentment swell inside of me. These heels were a part of the façade that David had built around our marriage, a façade that had suffocated me for too long. The red bow was like a mocking smile, a silent reminder of the pretty package he had tried to keep me as.
"Alright, let's get you back downstairs, can't have Wolfe think I was playing with his toys," the private eye said, his voice thick with a sinister undertone as he grabbed my ankles and pulled me off the bed. My feet, now adorned with the crimson heels, dangled in the air for a moment before he set them down on the floor. I had to bite down on the rubber ball to keep from screaming as the pain shot through my bruised ankles.
With a soft push I was once more forced to hop down the stairs, the private eye's hand firmly grasping my elbow. Each step sent jolts of pain through my bruised body, the heels digging into the soft flesh of my feet. The journey felt like it took an eternity, the anticipation of what awaited me in the office, a heavy weight on my shoulders. As we approached the open door, I could see my own reflection in the polished wood and I looked like a sad, pathetic doll that had been played with and discarded.
"Come on, keep moving," the private eye urged, his grip on my elbow tightening as he guided me back down into the lion's den, David's office. The cold, hard floor felt like a slap to my feet with each painful hop. The heels had made the journey back to David's office even more excruciating, but the fear of what would happen if I didn't cooperate kept me going.
As we reached the office, the private eye shoved me back towards the desk. He bent me over it, the wood cool against my stomach as I was forced to lay there. With a cruel smirk, he reached over and plucked one of the ropes that had been lying on the desk and wrapped it around my neck, pulling it tight. My eyes watered and I coughed around the rubber ball, unable to protest.
The rope grew taut as he secured it to a bolt on the underside of the desk, leaving me in a vulnerable, humiliating position. The desk pressed into my stomach and the rope cut into my neck as he stepped back to survey his work. I could feel the panic rising in my chest, my breaths coming in short gasps around the gag. The office felt smaller, the walls closing in on me, as the reality of my situation hit home.
My toes barely reached the floor in the heels, making it difficult to keep balance as I was bent over the desk. The private eye took his time admiring his handiwork, the sadistic grin never leaving his face as he took a few steps back to appreciate the full view. I could feel my breath getting shorter, the rope around my neck tightening as I began to panic. This wasn't just about the pain anymore, it was about survival.
If I couldn't keep my balance in these torturous heels, the rope would strangle me. My eyes watered as I focused on the floor, trying to ignore the burning in my throat and the pressure building in my head. I could feel the private eye's eyes on my bare ass, his breathing growing heavier as he took in the sight of me.
Then the sound of a door slamming drew both of our attention. "Looks like Wolfe's back early," he murmured, his eyes narrowing. "Well, this should be interesting."
Heavy footsteps filled the hallway, the sound of David's impending arrival sending a cold sweat down my back. The private eye's eyes flicked to the door before he leaned in close, whispering, "If I were you I'd be a real good girl." His hand slid down to give my ass a firm squeeze, his grip tightening as he stepped away, leaving me trembling in fear.
The door to the office swung open, revealing David's furious visage. He had a glass of whiskey in his hand and when he took in the scene before him, the surprise on his face morphed into a cold, calculating rage. "What the fuck is going on here?" he bellowed, his voice echoing through the room.
"Hey Wolfe, I just figured you'd enjoy-" the man was cut off as David's rage filled the room, his eyes narrowing at the sight of me tied and gagged.
"Oswald out, feel free to avail yourself of my booze until I'm done talking to my wife," David said coldly, not taking his eyes off me.
With that the private eye 'Oswald' made his way to the door, his booted feet clicking against the floor, leaving me trembling in the wake of his touch. The office felt colder now, the warmth of his body replaced with the frigid air of fear. I could hear him whisper something to David as he left, the words too low for my ears to catch. The door slammed shut behind him, leaving me alone with my husband's wrath.
I felt my legs begin to shake as I felt his hand on my ass, the weight of his anger as palpable as the rope around my neck. The whiskey in his glass sloshed as he took another sip, his eyes never leaving me as he spoke. "You know, Cass, when you first came to me, all wide-eyed and eager to marry a man of status, I had high hopes for you. I thought with a bit of training, a bit of guidance, you could be the perfect submissive," David said, his tone icy. "But it seems that no matter how much I've taught you, no matter how much I've tried to mold you, you just don't have what it takes and what's worse, you dare betray me like this?"
I moaned around the gag, trying to apologize, to explain, to plead for mercy. But all that came out were muffled, desperate sounds. David leaned over me, his breath warm against my ear. "I can't say I'm surprised," he murmured. "You never did truly embrace your role in our little games. And now, you've gone and played with one of the other boys." His hand tightened around the rope, and I could feel the tension in his grip. "That's just not going to fly, but if you want to act like a little whore and leave, who am I to stop you…in fact I'm going to help you."
*zzzzzzzzzt*
"After I give you a farewell fuck of course." Ice filled my veins at David's cryptic statement, I didn't know what he meant by that but I knew it couldn't be good. His hand traveled up my back, the touch sending a wave of revulsion through me. I moaned out muffled words, trying to beg, to protest, but all that escaped were incoherent sounds through the gag. It did me no good.
The sound of David's slacks hitting the floor was like thunder in the tense silence of the room. The rope around my neck grew tighter as he stepped closer, his breath hot and sour in my ear. His other hand reached up, tracing the curve of my spine down to the clasp of my lingerie. The fabric gave way with a quiet pop, and my breasts spilled out, the cool air sending a shiver down my spine.
The piercings in my nipples, which I had been 'coerced' into getting, rubbed against the cool wood of the desk as David slid my thong to the side. I felt the warm tip of his erection press against my bare skin and I gagged, trying to pull away but only managing to tighten the noose around my neck. He chuckled darkly, enjoying the sight of me squirming beneath him like a helpless animal. "You always did look so pretty when you were in distress," he said, his voice thick with lust and malice.
With a swift movement, he pushed the fabric aside and entered me, the suddenness of it making me scream into the gag. The sound was muffled, but the desperation in my eyes was clear. He began to thrust, his hands holding onto the rope for leverage, his grip tightening with each movement. The pain was unbearable, the rope cutting into my skin, and I felt the room start to spin. My eyes searched the room for anything, anyone that could save me, but all I saw was the reflection of my own terrified gaze in the window.
I could feel the tears streaming down my face, my body betraying me with every involuntary moan that was torn from my throat. His thrusts grew faster, more violent, his grunts of pleasure mixing with my muffled cries. Each time he hit the back of me, the rope around my neck tightened further, and I felt my consciousness start to slip away.
But even in my fear and pain, a spark of anger grew within me. I had never truly enjoyed the degrading games David had subjected me to, but this…this was beyond the pale. The man I had once loved, the man I had pledged to be with until death, was now using my fear and pain to satisfy his twisted desires.
This farewell fuck as he called it, was anything but loving. His hands were rough, his grip on the rope unrelenting, and his thrusts were brutal. But as the fear and pain grew, so did the anger. The anger at his betrayal, at his control, and at the life he had forced me to live. I couldn't let him break me, not now, not ever again.
Summoning every ounce of strength I had, I bucked my hips back into him, trying to throw him off balance. Surprise flashed in his eyes, quickly replaced by a grin as he tightened his grip on the rope. "Feisty until the end, I see," he said, his voice a dark caress in my ear. He slapped my ass, hard enough to leave a sting, and I yelped. "That's what I'm going to miss about you, Cass. You always give it your all."
But the pain from the slap only added fuel to the fire of my anger. I began to thrash, my body moving in a frenzy of desperation. The rope around my neck tightened, cutting off more and more air, and spots started to dance before my eyes. Still, I fought. I had to.
David's thrusts grew more erratic, his breathing labored. I could feel the heat building inside of him, his climax approaching. The smell of his sweat and the metallic tang of fear filled the air. And then, with one last violent push, he was done. His vile seed spilled in and out of me, the stickiness adding to the humiliation and pain. He stepped back, panting, his cock pulling out of me with an audible wet sound.
For a moment, the room was silent except for our ragged breaths. The rope around my neck was cutting off my air, the pressure unbearable. I could feel my body going limp, my vision swimming. And then, as if he had finally had enough of his sick game, David loosened the rope, allowing me to gulp in sweet air. I coughed, my throat raw from the gag, the pain in my neck and throat only serving to remind me of the ordeal I had just endured.
As the darkness retreated from the edges of my vision, I heard the beeps of a phone. David had called Oswald back into the room, the sound jolting me back to reality. I watched through tear-filled eyes as the private eye strode back in, his gaze flicking to me, then to the phone in David's hand. He looked at me with something akin to pity before focusing on David, his expression shuttered.
"Oswald, I think we're done here," David said, his voice a low growl. The feel of my bra being fastened back into place was a cold slap in the face, the reality of what had just happened crashing back down on me. The private eye nodded, his expression unreadable "What exactly do you want me to do with her?"
David handed him a card with an address scribbled on it. "Take her to this address. Tell them I said she's a gift. They'll know what to do. Whatever they pay you, it's yours. Just make sure she doesn't come back," he said, his voice filled with a malicious satisfaction.
My blood turned to ice as the words sank in. David was giving me away, a gift to some unknown sadists. I was no longer his problem, but someone else's plaything to be bought and sold like a piece of meat. The private eye, Oswald, took the card, a frown marring his features, clearly uncomfortable with the new development.
"Wolfe, this address is four states away and I don't know if-" Oswald began to protest, but David's furious glare silenced him.
"I pay you good money for a reason Oswald, now did you get what I asked for on Monroe?"
David's words brought my attention back to the present, the coldness in his voice sending a shiver down my spine. The private eye nodded, his hand reaching into his pocket to produce a USB drive. "It's all there, her financial records, her personal emails, and a few other…interesting details."
The mention of my divorce attorney, Monroe, sent a jolt of terror through me. She had been a beacon of hope that at least someone would notice my disappearance, that someone would fight for me. But now, in the hands of this monster and his sadistic games, hope felt like a distant memory.
"You really think Monroe will play ball?" Oswald questioned, eyeing the USB warily.
"With the right leverage, everyone plays ball," David said, his voice cold as he took the USB drive from Oswald. He stared at me with a mix of anger and triumph, the glint in his eye speaking volumes. "You see, Cass, your little friend Monroe has some…let's call them indiscretions. I'm sure Benson thought he was doing you a big favor when he set you up with Monroe, but that cougar has more than a few skeletons in her closet. And now, she's going to be the one who helps us make all this go away," he said, waving the USB drive in the air.
My panic grew as the reality of the situation dawned on me. David had been one step ahead the whole time, orchestrating not just my humiliation but the destruction of any hope for a fair divorce. He knew my every move, my every thought. The private eye had been watching me, reporting back to him, and now he had the evidence to control the narrative and facilitate my disappearance without a trace.
It was becoming clear that if I was going to get out of this situation, I would need to be the one to take control. I had to play along with David's twisted game until the opportunity presented itself. As Oswald picked me up from the desk, the fabric of my lingerie was sticky with a mix of sweat and David's disgusting release. He held me in a way that was almost gentle, as if he felt a shred of pity for me. But I knew better. This man was a monster just like David, and he'd do whatever it took to keep his paymaster happy.
As I was carried out of the office, the weight of despair pressing down on my shoulders, I heard Oswald's voice, a tiny lifeline in the storm of fear. "Wolfe, should I really take the van?" he asked, his tone hesitant.
"No, take Cass's Mercedes." David's voice was a cold, hard slap that echoed through the hallway as we approached the kitchen.
"Really?" Oswald said, sounding excited, "You want me to take the Benz?"
"Not for a joyride," David's voice was a cold, hard slap. "For her. Take it to 'The Last Stop', it's a little truck stop out in the middle of nowhere, it's about half an hour away from your final destination. Ditch it there. It's got a GPS. I don't want a trail leading back to me," he said, his eyes narrowing as he took a swig of whiskey. The ice cubes clinked in the glass, a metallic sound that seemed to echo the coldness in his heart.
"I'll arrange a rental for you there. Make it look like she's just a runaway wife who left her life behind," he added with a smirk.
"Wolfe, you're scary, you know that right?" Oswald chuckled nervously, his grip on me tightening as he adjusted his hold. "Wolfe?"
At my husband's silence, I looked up to see David eyeing me warily, his gaze flickering between Oswald and me. His expression was a complex tapestry of anger, fear, and something else--something I couldn't quite place. The room felt colder, the air charged with an electric tension that made the hairs on the back of my neck stand on end.
"Wait here, my wife is being far too quiet and calm." As David headed back towards his office I knew I'd screwed up, the fear and anger in his voice was palpable. This was the most dangerous he'd ever been. The private eye, Oswald, set me down on the cold kitchen counter.
"I tell ya sweet cheeks, your husband isn't someone to mess with," Oswald said, his voice a mix of admiration and fear.
'No shit' I thought to myself as David reappeared in the doorway, four sets of leather cuffs dangling from one hand and a posture collar and leash in the other. It was like watching a sadistic Santa Claus bringing gifts for a very naughty girl. The moment I saw those cuffs, I knew that my plan to wait for the right moment to escape was as good as dead. Any hope of playing it cool or waiting for Oswald to loosen his grip was gone. The time to act was now.
With a renewed surge of strength, I thrashed and kicked, trying to break free from Oswald's iron grasp. My heart was racing, and I could feel the blood pulsing in my ears. The fear of what was coming was a living thing inside of me, pushing me to fight. But he was too strong, his arms like steel bands holding me in place. "Hold her still," David snarled, his eyes glinting with malicious excitement as he approached.
Despite my best efforts Oswald wrestled me onto my stomach, the countertop digging into my abdomen as he pulled my elbows together allowing David to slap the first cuff onto one elbow, then the next, the leather biting into my skin. My eyes watered with pain as David's cruel smile grew wider with each snap of the cuffs. He was enjoying this, the power play, the control. It was what he lived for.
With my elbows cuffed together behind my back, I was forced into an unnatural arch, my breasts pushed up and out, the fabric of my lingerie stretching over my bruised and tender flesh. I had little time to adjust to the new tension in my body as I felt the ropes around my wrist loosening. In their place, more cool leather soon enveloped my skin, the cuffs clicking shut as he slid tiny padlocks through holes in the buckles, a finality that made my heart sink.
David's hands moved down to my legs next, his eyes never leaving me as he worked. I felt the same process repeat, the leather cuffs wrapping around my knees and ankles, the cool leather biting into my skin as he tightened them to the point of discomfort. Each snap of the cuffs was a reminder of my helplessness, the reality of my situation sinking in deeper and deeper with every second that passed.
Then, with a cruel glint in his eye, he slid the posture collar around my neck. The leather was cold against my throat, and as he tightened it, I felt a fresh wave of fear wash over me. This wasn't just about the immediate pain anymore; it was about what came next.
"Now, now, don't look so sad," David crooned, his voice a mocking imitation of comfort. "This is just a little reminder of your place." The collar was secured with a click, the leather pressing into my throat, the chain attached to it jingling as he tugged at the leash. "You're going to be someone else's problem now," he said, the words dripping with malice.
Oswald, his grip still firm around my waist, pulled me away from the counter, and hoisted me over his shoulder. The sudden shift in position made my head swim, and I could feel my body weight strain against the leather cuffs. The leather bit into my skin with each step he took, the weight of my breasts and the pressure on my throat making it difficult to breathe. I was nothing more than a sack of meat to be moved at David's whim, a prize for the private eye to claim.
"Oh Oswald," David said, his voice dripping with satisfaction as he stepped back to admire his handiwork. "If you do decide to 'play' with my wife on your trip, do remember to use protection, the people you're delivering her to don't take kindly to damaged goods," he added, the leer in his voice making my skin crawl.
Oswald's chuckle washed over me as David stepped back, his eyes gleaming with a malicious satisfaction that made my skin crawl. The private eye adjusted me on his shoulder, his hand firm on my ass as he opened the garage door. The cold night air hit me like a slap in the face, as I was carried over to my own Mercedes. My head bumped against the doorframe on my car as Oswald bent over to fold the front seat back.
Pain radiated from my skull as Oswald let out a little "oops" and deposited me roughly onto the back seat of my own car. I landed with a thud, and fell over onto my side, the leather cuffs and collar biting into me as I tried to right myself. A task that was impossible without the ability to turn my head, thanks to the collar that had my neck in a vice like grip. The world around me spun as the door slammed shut, the sound echoing in the quiet night.
"Let's get this road on the show," Oswald said, his voice gruff as he put the keys into the ignition and started the engine. The sound of the engine roaring to life was the only thing that kept me from breaking down into sobs as I felt the car jerk into gear.