Authors note: Though heavily based in BDSM I have placed this story in Novella’s due to the fact that in my grand design it will cross many categories available on this site. This chapter is very much an introductory chapter which will set the scene for chapters yet to come. I hope you all enjoy it. Please leave comments and or feedback to let me know what your thoughts my new story line.
~ellie
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She had been close to the top end of her graduating class. An Arts History degree in hand, Peri found that, without connections, all her study counted for nothing in getting a job with the National Trust or one of the bigger museums. Resigned to mediocrity, she took a job as a researcher for a publishing firm that specialised in historical biographies and fiction. It was there that she met Josh Craig, a young editor that had been fast tracked by his good looks and family connections. He was cocky and self-assured, but he had a reputation for being precise and methodical. His habits were seen as painfully exacting, exhibiting the diligence which takes infinite patience and attention to details.
Peri dismissed him early as an arrogant control freak who constantly berated the research department staff for misunderstanding hastily scribbled instructions. Confident and at ease with his good looks, he seemed to be oblivious to the way the other women of the company fawned over him. He was just the type of asshole her mother would like. Peri grimaced, her thoughts going down the stream of obnoxious partners her mother brought home and did her best to stay out of his line of sight.
Six months after starting with the publishing house Josh had come in waving a sheaf of paper above his head “Whom the fuck did this research on the Macedonia book?” His voice held an angry edge to it. Peri cringed and tried to hide. Her name was on the research if he had just looked, but she certainly wasn’t going to help him out.
The dark eyes turned in Peri’s direction, and she stood up straighter moving from behind the filing cabinet, “Instead of yelling at everyone you should look at the last page for a name and save your full wrath for the researcher.” He had started to walk toward her, making her bravado crumble. She shakily added, “That researcher would be me,” her voice petered out as he drew closer.
“A mouse like you, who can barely muster more than a squeak, decided to call some of the author’s premises into question and still more outright lies?” Josh’s voice still had an edge as if daring her not to back down.
In a quieter guarded voice, Peri explained, “If the author had even used Google as his point of reference, he would have come up with a more logical history of Macedonia than that.”
“And these notes?” He asked and waved another piece of paper in front of her.
Several people around her gasped. Peri straightened her back and set her shoulders, “Suggested reading. The author clearly needed help with his own research before submitting the book again,” she was mad, and the thought dawned on her that she was arguing with one of her bosses. Gulping she tried to soften it, “I thought he might like to try again. The story line was good even if the research was faulty.”
His face became a cross between a smirk and a sneer, “Oh, so you’re an editor now?”
What little bravado Peri had left crumpled, and she whispered, “No, of course not, I was just trying to help him after trashing his work.”
He watched her fold under his questioning and smirked, “So you read the full manuscripts of what you research and yet still submit before the allotted deadline?” His voice was still darkly serious, but he was impressed he admitted to himself.
“I am sorry,” she whispered, “I was just trying to do the job properly. Nobody said not to read the full manuscripts. How can I know what needs to be done if I do not understand the whole story? I don’t like to disappoint a good author and I worried that my research had signed his rejection letter.” Peri lowered her eyes unable to meet his critical gaze anymore.
Josh considered her then, tilting his head, “So you agree with the editor that recommended this book, even though you ripped it apart with your research?”
Her head popped back up as she answered, “Oh yes. It was absorbing if you didn’t know the region or history at all,” Peri wondered if the last words had pushed her luck.
Josh laughed uproariously and turned striding out of the department. Peri fell back into her chair. She liked to read the whole manuscript and get a feel for why an author used one reference or another. She knew she shouldn’t have over stepped her brief, but it could be quite a good book if the author could just use better historical data to base certain aspects of it.
Peri promised her supervisor to just do her job simply in the future and went back to work. She found it difficult to concentrate as she worried over her first serious run in with Josh Craig. Although she knew the fall out would be serious, she had been surprised when twenty minutes later her supervisor gently told her that she had been called up to human resources. ‘Oh god what have I done. I can’t lose my job,’ she berated herself again.
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The next few weeks whirled around Peri as she found herself in an office of her own on the same floor as the editors. She researched strictly for Josh Craig who constantly quizzed her on her research methods and thoughts of a specific passage. Each time Peri left her office his eyes seemed to follow her darkly. Eventually, she found it easier to forgo lunch with her friends down in the research department. Peri rarely left her office unless to visit the bathroom or kitchenette on their floor or to leave for the day.
Even with the self imposed restrictions on her movements, her happy and fun loving nature endeared her to the secretaries and office personnel that worked on the same floor. She started to find people in the kitchenette at the same time as she took her lunch break. She often invited them to her office to chat and generally hang out while they ate lunch. Peri finally settled into her new surroundings and found herself become less anxious about Josh and his attention to detail if not actually at ease with him.
As time went on she found the manuscripts crossing her desk becoming more explicit than the average romance in a historical setting. Themes of bondage or sadomasochism touched on very lightly at first became darker and more elemental to the storylines. Peri found her research opening her eyes wider to a whole world she realised she knew less about that she thought. It was titillating, but she diligently tried to look at each discovery from behind the facade of pure research.
Her dreams though became hotbeds of imagination and she would often wake panting and horny, needing relief before she could think of sleep again. Her own fantasies grew darker. Abducted by bikers and kept in their club house as a sex slave, or by pirates aboard a black ship where she was tied to the mast and whipped into submission before being taken by the crew. Imagining all these things took place without her consent saved her from having to admit the sometimes violent and humiliating aspects of it were an enormous turn on. It was all fantasy, and she knew real life was far removed from the research she had been doing.
She woke again from a particularly realistic dream and leaned over to grab her vibrator from her drawer, a birthday present from her mother who thought no girl should be without one, and rammed it hard and fast into her soaking wet hole. Raising her hips and tensing her muscles as she drilled herself, she pictured a dozen or so men watching her masturbate and jacking off over her as she came. The scene seemed to be held suspended in her mind as she clawed at her clit making the orgasm ripple on into her, building up, to crash once again through her overheated mind and body.
In her dream laden orgasm high, the men in her fantasy morphed into the single entity of Josh Craig who picked her up and bound her to a whipping post. The fantasy so real in her mind, his smirking sneer painted on his face as he called her a filthy slut, the humiliation of the scene playing in her mind feeding her heated cunt all over again. She could almost feel the whip strokes embracing the pain knowing she deserved it. She would take anything he gave her as the humiliating names rained down on her. “Oh god,” she groaned into her pillow her hand clawing at her clit again as the fantasy Josh Craig cut her from the post dragging her to the slave pens, writhing in pain and humiliation.
Finally, she lay totally spent and sore from the workout she had given herself. She knew she needed real sex with a real guy and lamented breaking up with her last boyfriend, who had inevitably fallen for her mother’s flirty ways. Why was she cursed as the plain daughter of a sexy cougar like Andie? Peri groaned into her pillow, maybe it was time to give in and let her mother make her over again. Even though it had had disastrous outcomes in the past.
She could never be like Andie who was tall and curvy in all the right places. Peri was short and dumpy. She had her mother’s curves, but on her frame she just looked perpetually chubby, even when on the strictest diets. Her mousey brown hair had an unruly wave. She dealt with by tying it back severely, leaving only a thin fringe to hide behind.
Giving up on sleep, Peri stepped from her bed and headed for the kitchen, thinking a cool drink might help settle her fevered imagination. Having got her drink she was sitting in the lounge room in the dark considering her latest research project for Josh and how it affected her dreams when her mother stumbled in throwing on the light making Peri shriek and shield her eyes, “Mother!!”
“Oh, sorry baby.” Her mother flicked off the light switch and tiptoed towards her collapsing on the couch beside her. “What are you doing awake?”
“Just thinking about some research at work,” she looked at the beautiful woman beside her.
“Oh baby I had the best night…” Andie launched into her latest sexual escapade and Peri listened distractedly.
“You know this isn’t something you should probably be sharing with your daughter, right?” Peri stopped her mother’s explicit recount. Andie had the good grace to look shamefaced briefly. “Andie,” Peri began, she rarely called the woman mother anymore unless scolding her, “You let guys spank you, right? What about the rest of BDSM type stuff, you into it?”
Andie’s eyes lit up, “Ooh yes.” She said half dreamily. “Men in control and treating a woman like a woman.” Then she looked at her daughter shrewdly, “You met someone new! Tell me everything! When do I get to meet him?”
“No, it’s not like that,” Peri blushed, “Plus I am hardly going to bring anyone I am interested home to meet the cougar again, am I?” her voice was full of disdain.
To her credit, Andie looked shamefaced, “I am truly sorry baby. I wish it hadn’t happened, truly I do. It won’t ever happen again. I promise. He was a dud fuck, anyway. I saved you actually. Forgive me, baby,” she wheedled.
“Its fine,” Peri gave in even though she knew it wasn’t fine, “If he was going to cheat, he would have cheated anyway. It just would have been better if it wasn’t with you. Then I could have someone to hate.”
“I love you too baby,” Andie hugged Peri tightly. “Ooh just wait a sec,” Andie wandered off to her room kicking off her shoes and rummaging around in her shelf before returning. “Here read this,” she threw a small book at Peri. “They say it’s a true story and will probably help heaps with your questions. It’s got more than just spanking! It’s such a hot story.” Andie winked at Peri and turned back to her bedroom. “See you in the morning,” her giggle followed her as the door closed.
Peri turned on a dim table lamp and looked at the book in her hands. A well read copy of the ‘Story of O’ looked back at her. Intrigued by Andie’s obvious excitement about it, she opened it and began to read. ‘She consented to this abuse,’ her mind kept rolling over as she read, ‘for love,’ truthfully the story was confusing her. The scenes in the Roissy where O was beaten then fucked then beaten again strangely intrigued her rather than repulsed her.
At 6 am, hotter and more bothered than she had been earlier in the night. Peri marked the page she was on and went to shower and dress for work. She yelled at her mother to wake up as she went past her room in both directions, “Don’t make me come in there with cold water,” Peri called out.
Ten minutes later Peri rolled her eyes as her flaky mother hobbled into the kitchen, claiming she was allergic to champagne, “I don’t know what it is. Every time I drink champagne I end up with bruises on my shins.”
“Because you’re a clumsy drunk,” Peri muttered under her breath, louder she said, “You should probably stop drinking champagne then.”
“Oh but I love the way the bubbles tickle my nose,” Andie fell into a chair, and Peri brought her strong black coffee.
Andie had become the quintessential cougar since Peri’s father had left them six years ago, forcing Peri to attend university parties just so she could tag along. Peri didn’t mind so much. She was quiet and studious, and the boys at school never paid any attention to her until her mother burst onto the scene. Within six months of separating, Andie had taken on the title of MILF like a badge of honour ensuring Peri got invited to sensational parties as long as she brought Andie along.
Somewhere in the last couple of years, mother and daughter had exchanged roles. Peri looked after the house, the bills and sat up worrying at night while Andie was out partying. It was Peri who got her mother up for work in the morning and reminded her of appointments and important dates, while Andie grumbled, showered and went to the gym.
Seeing Andie awake and getting her shit together for the day Peri grabbed her bag and keys, slipping the half read copy of O into her bag she turned toward the door. “Try not to be late for work, Andie. They will fire you one of these days, and I don’t earn enough to keep us in this lavish style,” she laughed looking around the small run down house.
“My job is so boring, I want to come to work with you and read kinky books all day,” Andie giggled, “Hey! Why don’t we go to the Hellfire club with me this weekend, if you want to know more about BDSM?”
“It’s research, Andie!” Peri grimaced at the thought of seeing her mother at a BDSM club and ignored the invitation, “Don’t be late for work again, okay?” Andie nodded, and Peri left for work not waiting to hear her mothers sighed response.
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Pushing her laptop away from her Peri rubbed at her eyes. ‘Lunch’ she thought, ‘I need to stretch and stop thinking about sex.’ The ideas she was constantly bombarded with lately made her a walking hormone and try as she might to diligently research sexual slavery in ancient Rome, without emotion, she knew it was getting to her. Maybe she should go to the club with Andie. Some rough experimental one night stand might be just what she needed. She knew going anywhere with Andie was like walking in the shadow of a bright star, but surely someone would notice her if she made herself look available.
Grabbing her bag, she walked to the kitchenette, peeking from behind her long fringe into Josh’s office and finding him watching her again she walked faster. Maybe she could leave a little early and pop down to see her old friends in the research department and see if anyone wanted to go for coffee. She needed some normal conversation and a generous slice of cheesecake.
Fishing a container of pasta from her bag she popped it into the microwave to heat for a few minutes. Grabbing a coke from the machine, she took the steaming food from the oven realising it was way too hot again and turned distractedly to head back to her desk, running straight into a hard tall body.
“Oh fuck! I am so sorry.” Peri backed up pasta, sauce, and melted cheese burning into her chest. She did not even register whom she had walked into as the pain seared into her. Peri headed to the sink to drop the container and splash cold water at the scalding sauce burning her skin. Grabbing copious amounts of paper towel and wetting them, she dabbed at the reddened skin and her dress. “I am really sorry,” she said over her shoulder, “I am not normally so clumsy. Did I get any on you?”
The amused voice of Josh Craig spoke and she froze, “No. It seems like you didn’t want to share your lunch with me after I followed the delicious smell in here.”
Peri held the soggy paper towel to her chest and looked up. “Oh Gawd, Josh!” Peri was mortified, “I am so terribly sorry, Sir. I will clean up the mess. Did you want something?” Peri stepped back further as he walked into the small kitchenette.
“That looks like a nasty scald. I think you need to get it seen to,” he lifted her chin and inspected her chest. “Come with me.” He took her hand, picked up her bag and led her from the room. Passing his secretary, he ordered, “Call maintenance to clean up the kitchen. We will be back in a while. Call my mobile if you need me.”
He pulled her along behind him and into the lift pressing the basement level button. They descended, and Peri found her voice, “I will just go home and change and be back in an hour. I am fine, honestly.”
“I don’t think driving in your condition would be wise, do you?” He raised an eyebrow as he looked down on her.
“I will be fine, honestly,” she pulled the wet towel that she had been clutching to her chest away revealing large blotchy red marks making her reapply the towel and grimace.
Josh hadn’t let go of her hand, and as the lift doors opened he pulled her out. They strode to a shiny midnight blue car. Opening the door he murmured, “In.” Placing her bag on her lap he put the seatbelt under her arm and breasts and leant over her to do it up, cinching it tightly, “So it won’t irritate your chest,” he said in response to her confused expression as his hand adjusted the way it sat beneath her breasts.
She meekly complied, very conscious that she was wet and bedraggled, sitting in the boss’s car. He started the engine and pulled out at speed making her bag fall from her lap, spilling the contents to the car floor. Peri bent to pick up some of it, her hand clutching at the can of coke she had shoved in her bag before spilling her lunch everywhere. It was ice cold, and she sat back up rolling over her chest feeling it take some of the heat from her.
“Good idea,” he murmured watching her roll the can from her neck down over each breast and back up.
Pulling up at a medical centre he got out quickly as she bent to grab up her bag shoving the contents back into it roughly. Her car door opened, and he stood there watching her for a moment, “Leave the rest we can get it when we are done.” He took her hand and pulled her from the car, ushering her before him into the waiting room, “Is Pete on?” He asked the receptionist, who nodded, “Good tell him I will be in surgery 2.” Peri felt powerless as he propelled her forward again.
“Up there,” he pointed to an exam table and he went to a small fridge coming back with an ice pack, “Here use this,” he took the coke can from her hand as a young doctor rushed through the door.
Pete looked over at the two of them, assessing that there was no real emergency he walked to a nearby bench, “So who do we have here, new girl,” he paused briefly before adding, “friend?”
“Not yet,” Josh shrugged.
“I see. So what’s the problem?” Pete pulled on gloves and walked toward them.
“It was lunch time, a nice smell was emanating from the kitchen I went to check it out and ran into her spilling the food down her chest as you can see,” Josh seemed to be speaking for her now she realised.
“Let me have a look then, Miss.” Peri lowered her hands with icepack, “Mm that is nasty. Can you take the top of your dress down please?”
Peri looked at Josh and blushed.
“Perhaps you should wait outside, Josh. Seems Miss uh…”
“Peri, Peri Wells,” she mumbled.
“Seems Miss Wells is a bit shy, or she is scared of you,” Pete smirked at his friend. “You go grab some lunch. I will look after her until you get back. And don’t spill it on anyone this time.”
Josh raised an eyebrow at Peri and turned walking from the room without a word.
Pete smiled at Peri, “Okay little red, the big bad wolf is gone. Let me look at you.”
Peri smiled but said nothing as she slowly lowered the back zip and slid the dress top from her shoulders, down her arms and let it hang from her waist.
Pete had a goofy humour and charm that put Peri at ease. As he caressed the skin of her breasts, he kept up a constant stream of questions to divert her attention away from what he was doing. Finally he stepped back, “Only one or two spots are deep. You were lucky.” He walked away to gather some burn cream and with his back turned to her, he asked the more personal questions, “How long has it been since your last physical?”
Peri blushed she was a healthy girl. She never went to the doctor unless there was no other choice. Andie had screwed over their last doctor, and Peri hadn’t gotten around to finding a new one of her own to avoid the inevitable questions about Andie, returning to her childhood GP would elicit. “My GP moved away,” she lied, “and I haven’t gotten around to finding a new one yet.”
“That doesn’t really answer my question, Miss Wells,” he continued to probe.
She gulped, “It’s been a while,” she hedged.
He scooted over to her on a stool with wheels and looked at her appraisingly. Holding out his hand to her he grinned, “Hello Miss Wells. I am Doctor Lee, your new GP. Now lets get some initial tests run and keep you in the best of health and I will just send the bill to the big bad wolf that brought you in.”
“Oh no,” Peri balked at the idea, “I have health insurance I can pay, honestly.”
“Alright, but it takes some of the fun out of it for me.” Pete pouted exaggeratedly. “Let’s get the blood drawn first. You’re sexually active, I assume?”
‘Wait’ she thought, ‘did I just agree to a full exam?’ Out loud she said “Yes, but I am not sure I have time for this today. Josh will be waiting.”
“Plenty of time, any chance you’re pregnant?” Pete went on unperturbed.
“No.” Peri said emphatically, “It’s hard enough looking after Andie who is like a child.”
Pete raised an eyebrow at her, and she shook her head, “Forget it,” she sighed. She liked the doctor and gave in to the physical fairly easily.
An hour later she was thoroughly examined and had given so many samples of everything she almost felt violated. “You can get dressed now.” Pete smiled at her. Peri frowned at the stained dress crumpled in the corner with her bag and bra. “Here,” Pete passed her several bags. “Josh has been here twice wondering what I am doing to you. He bought you a new dress to replace the one he destroyed.”
Peri gasped looking at the bags as Pete left the room. ‘Well, he did owe me a dress’ she thought bringing her shoulders up. ‘It wasn’t totally my fault.’ She tried to convince herself that accepting his gift was okay, and she would owe him nothing in return. Maybe he would like to meet Andie, she smiled to herself. He was just her type, young, successful and arrogant. Shaking her head wondering what she was thinking, no way was she jeopardising her job by letting Andie mess with it.
She dressed quickly, discarding the idea of a bra and slipping on the matching shoes. The straps of the dress were thin and the band that held her breasts was wide and soft allowing her blotchy chest room to breath. The soft dress swung out from just below her braless breasts cascading around her like a soft blue waterfall ending just above her knees. She felt as if she should be going to a cocktail party rather than back to work.
Shoving her stained dress and shoes into one of the bags she headed out to the waiting room. Josh was talking with Pete, and they both looked up as she walked out. Josh watched her with an odd expression and Pete walked toward her handing her a card, “This has my number on it, the big bad wolf will let you off work early tomorrow afternoon to get your results, we should be able to do the Implanon then since your cycle just finished.” Pete winked, “See you then, Miss Wells.” He said louder as Josh approached.
The new heels she wore clacked over the tiles in the waiting room as Josh took her hand and pulled her out the front door into the car park. Wind blew the flimsy fabric of her dress around her legs as she followed him to his car. He opened the door, and she climbed in as ladylike as she could in the wind whipped dress. Peri leaned back against the leather upholstery crossing her legs and acutely aware of the shortness of her dress she placed her bag on her knees.
“Thank you for this. You didn’t have to go to so much trouble.”
“I am glad it fits. I had to ring your mother. You always wear such baggy clothes it was hard to know your size.”
“Oh great,” she mumbled, “Andie knows,” sighing she said, “Let me guess she invited you out for a drink to thank you?”
“Actually, she did,” he smirked, “I had to decline. There is a thing tonight I have to attend.”
“Oh!” Peri was genuinely surprised, “I bet Andie didn’t take that well,” she looked over at him as he drove.
“You call your mother Andie?”
“She’s not exactly the maternal type.” Peri said stiffly and looked out her window.
“I put the things that fell out of your bag into the glove box. Interesting book you’re reading,” Josh smirked.
“It’s Andie’s,” Peri blurted, “I told her about my current research she thought it would help me,” she tried to keep her voice light and easy.
“Interesting,” Josh murmured his arrogant smirk still in place.
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Back at the office, Peri hunted through her bag looking for gum or a tictac, anything to take her mind off her empty stomach. The longer than expected visit to the doctor had meant forgoing any sort of lunch. She came up with some butterscotch and tearing the plastic off, popped it in her mouth savouring the sweet creaminess of it. Grabbing some change she went to grab a coke from the machine thinking the sugar would give her the burst she needed to get through the rest of the afternoon.
Peri could hear the laugh before she saw her mother, ‘Oh no, she promised never to come to work.’ Hurrying out of the kitchenette Peri grabbed her mother’s arm and whispered menacingly, “You promised, Andie. Not at work.” She smiled at the young assistant who had been guiding Andie into the offices and thanked her as she steered Andie into her own office. “What are you doing here?”
“I came to see if you were alright. That marvellous Josh Craig called me…”
Peri cut Andie off, “He’s not your type Andie and even if he was, you would be screwing up my job! Don’t do this. You promised to leave my job alone.” Peri was distraught knowing exactly what her mother’s motives were.
“I was worried about you,” Andie tried again but stopped at the look of disappointment on her daughter’s face.
“You could have just called. I have a phone remember, but then you wouldn’t have got to check out Josh right?” Peri’s voice was hard, “Please Andie just go. I like this job. Don’t screw it up for me.”
The mild scalding, lack of food and sleep and now Andie’s appearance conspired against her, and she felt herself break out in a cold sweat, “Please Andie, just go,” she managed to whisper before crumpling in a heap on the floor.
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Peri’s eyes fluttered open, and she found she was lying on a leather couch. Andie was sitting beside her looking worried, “Going all maternal on me after all these years, Andie?” Peri murmured, her eyes seeming to want to close again.
“Oh good, you’re awake,” Andie smiled. “Josh is just calling his doctor friend. He’s quite something, isn’t he?”
Peri groaned, “I’m fine. Go home, Andie. And for fucks sake, leave my boss alone. Don’t make work harder for me than it already is. Keep your pants on for once. Promise me.”
Andie looked guilty, “Okay baby. I promise.”
Peri rolled her eyes at her mother and sat up slowly, holding her head. Her stomach growled at her reminding her that she needed food. Josh walked over handing her a phone “Here talk to Pete.”
“Hello,” she said tentatively. The doctor quizzed her on how she felt, how much sleep she had and when she ate last remonstrating about a healthy diet and looking after herself. Handing the phone back to Josh, she felt like a little girl who has just been chastised.
“Right,” said Josh hanging up the phone, picking up the can of coke she had been trying to drink all day and handed it to her, “Seems wearing your lunch is not as healthy as ingesting it. I am supposed to take you out to make sure you eat something sizable and sustaining.”
“Dinner sounds great,” Andie chimed in “What time should we be ready?”
Josh turned around eyebrow raised, “I am sure you have to get back to work, Andie and I am also sure you already have plans tonight.” He smirked a little turning back to Peri, “I will just take Peri out for an early dinner now and have her home and tucked into bed early.”
Andie’s face fell. She was so used to men falling all over her that she didn’t take being turned aside well. “Oh okay,” she mumbled before recovering, “Are you sure you’re alright, Peri? I can always cancel my plans and come with you?” Andie smiled sweetly.
“No, I am fine Andie, really. You go have fun.” Peri was enjoying the look of chagrin on Andie’s face.
“Well as long as you’re sure there is nothing I can do for you,” Andie turned to leave.
“Wait” Josh called out, he went Peri’s office and came back with the bag containing her lunch stained dress and shoes. “You will have time for a load of laundry before you go out tonight, wont you?” Josh pushed the bag into Andie’s arms.
Andie began to stutter and, taking pity on her mother while stifling her giggles, Peri answered for her, “Just leave it in the bathroom, Andie I will put it to soak it over night when I get home.”
Andie left without another word, stalking back down the corridor.
Josh turned to Peri, “I see why you don’t call her mother. Now stay there and drink your coke. I have a few things to do before we leave and I don’t want you fainting all over the place.”
Her eyes closed and she leaned back against the couch again. She fell into a light doze and her dreams once again turned dark. She was once again in the doctors surgery with Peter Lee. He was smiling kindly at her while strapping her into a gynaecologists chair. Her arms and legs held immobile by leather restraints, her breasts held fast by leather straps. He held up long handled clamps and pulled her labia apart opening her up and exposing her deepest parts. Her dream self looked away. Turning her head in shame to the far corner of the room, she cried out startled finding Josh watching her. The doctor inspected her inserting a speculum.
Peri woke with a start, Josh’s hand on her shoulder as she panted hotly his eyes boring into her. “That must have been some dream.” Peri blushed ten shades of red and sat up trying to breathe deeply, not looking at him. Josh smirked and helped her up. “Let’s go,” he said, “I am suddenly very hungry myself,” Josh leered at her and she dropped her gaze to the floor, still blushing deeply. He laughed at her then, “Pete called you little red earlier. It suits you.”
Taking her hand he led her from the building as they approached his car Peri stopped, “What about my car? How will I get to work tomorrow?”
“We will worry about that tomorrow,” His grip on her hand tightened and he pulled her forcefully to his car pushing her in the open door and once again strapping her into the seatbelt himself making sure it was tight. His hand lingered over the pink spots still decorating her chest and he smiled.
Getting into the car, he drove out at speed. She watched the city fly by her before pulling up at an Italian restaurant. He ushered her in and ordered for them quickly, “We’ll share,” he said by way of explanation.
The wine arrived almost immediately, and she put her hand over her glass, “I don’t think I should drink on an empty stomach.”
“Nonsense signorina, the food will be here in a moment. Try a little. It’s a good bottle.” The waiter encouraged and she removed her hand letting him fill the glass, not intending on drinking it. The waiter watched her expectantly. Reluctantly, she pressed the wine to her lips and took a small sip smiling up at him.
“Good, yes?” He said and moved away as cheesy bread arrived with an antipasto platter. She ate and drank happily. Josh asked questions about Andie. Peri opened up about being the adult in the house as her mother screwed everything with a penis over the last five years including her ex boyfriend. Josh laughed loudly when Peri referred to Andie as a MILF and cougar with predatory tendencies. She told him that the only reason she had shown up at the office was to prey on him.
“Believe me, even before your story, I could have told you she is not my type.” Josh continued to laugh good naturedly.
Peri tilted her head startled, “I thought Andie was every guy’s type?”
He sobered a little and smirked at her, “My type is quieter, intelligent, and even a little bit shy. I can’t imagine Andie is shy about much,” he chuckled. Peri laughed with him, but in the future when she looked back, she would realise this was the moment she fell for Josh Craig.
“So how far have you read in the book I found in your bag?” Josh asked changing the subject. Peri was relaxing as she drank more, helping herself to the huge bowls of pasta that came for them to share. Peri told him about what had happened in the story so far, and they discussed some of the things she could not quite get her head around. He chatted amiably, sharing his take on the book and summarising the last two chapters for her in the process.
He didn’t let her back down as she blushed throughout the conversation, pushing her to explain what she felt about certain characters and scenes. She likened Jacqueline to Andie being vain and needing male attention to be validated even though she and O had become lovers, not a girl who could survive the Roissy. Josh leaned back with a pleased smile as the plates were taken away, “How are you feeling now?”
“Great thanks,” Peri smiled at him. “With all those carbs I could probably run a marathon, or just go home and sit around reading and waiting to get fatter.”
“I have this thing tonight…” Josh began.
“Oh shit. You told me. I forgot!” Peri clamped a hand to her cheek, “I am so sorry. Have I made you late? I lost track of time,” Peri began to gather up her bag and try to signal a waiter, “You go,” She murmured, “I can pay the bill and catch a cab home.”
Josh was chuckling again, “Sit still girl and let me finish.” His good humour increased as she immediately sat back into her seat again. The girl across the table from him had intrigued him since the first day he had spoken with her in the research department. He had realised she was intelligent and when she believed she was validated by facts she would stand up to his questioning of her research methods and conclusions. He had tried to gauge her moral and ethical views with the work he gave her to complete recently. He found that even though some of the themes crossed societal norm’s she had treated them with the same care and thoroughness in her research as general ideas and themes.
“I was wondering, do you want to come with me to my thing tonight? That is if you feel up to going out tonight?” Josh sounded unsure, even to himself, but one look at the surprised girl made him smile. She was so unassuming, where most girls would have hinted at him for an invitation. This meek little mouse seemed to be totally thrown by his words.
Peri gaped at him, “I… I mean….” She opened and closed her mouth several times, but nothing came out. Swallowing noisily she suddenly blurted, “I wouldn’t have anything to wear. I don’t go out that much, and I am sure it’s a swanky do you’re going to.”
He laughed loudly, “Swanky do?”
“Well you know what I mean. Best I just go home, I am not cut out for soiree’s with the rich and famous,” She lowered her eyes, hiding her disappointment behind her long fringe. She had enjoyed the dinner more than she would have thought possible before today’s events.
Josh considered her across the table as he signed the credit card slip the waiter brought him. “You’re a unique girl, Peri,” inwardly laughing at her words again, “The soiree as you so eloquently put it, is an art exhibit and yes there will be some swank,” he paused and smirked liking that word, “but I would like you to come. So let’s go see what you have to wear.”
Taking her hand he again pulled her along behind him. At well over six foot his stride was equal to two of hers, and she struggled to keep up. He buckled her into the car and asking the address drove at speed once again through the darkening streets.
For once he let her lead the way, and she went into the small house she shared with her mother. “Peri, is that you?” Andie called walking out of her bedroom and looking up with a smile that said, ‘I knew you would be back’ painted on her face as she murmured in a sultry voice, “Hello again, Josh.”
“Hi,” he said easily before turning to Peri, “Okay, show me what we have to choose from,” and purposefully walked away from Andie who looked genuinely confused.
Peri walked into her room, aware it looked more like a library than a bedroom with a myriad of books and posters of some of the great works of art hung carelessly over the walls. “I am sorry about the mess,” she whispered as she flung open her closet. Peri pulled out the few good dresses she had and held them up against herself. She watched him as he shook his head at each one before discarding it.
“That’s it,” she shrugged and moved to put the dress back in the cupboard.
“Well that’s just pitiful. Let me look,” he pushed past her into the closet doorway.
Josh pulled out a short black pleated skirt she had forgotten she owned and said “Here put that on for starters. Do you black stockings?” He threw a pair of black CFM boots out behind him, “Oh eureka, these too. I am guessing Andie bought them for you. Get dressed I will be back in a moment.”
Peri could hear murmuring and peeked her head out to see Andie leading Josh into her bedroom and died inside. Sitting back on her bed, she sadly called herself a fool for believing Andie wasn’t his type.
A minute later he was back in her room, “Why aren’t you dressing? Here, it’s your mothers but it will do for tonight.” A sheer almost see through red blouse landed next to her making her look up. “Hurry up. The longer you take the longer I am out here with the barracuda and she looks hungry,” he grinned and walked out closing her door. He opened it again and poked his head in, “You really shouldn’t wear a bra, those burns are still fresh, and I don’t want you uncomfortable and fidgeting all night, okay?” The grin was still in place as he closed the door.
She changed in a rush of excitement not quite knowing why, except that this arrogant man was being nice to her and it made her feel good. Better than good, special. Brushing out her hair, she pulled the sides back with a clip leaving the back hanging down past her shoulders. Tying a red satin bow around the clip she smiled and dusted her face with glow. She rarely wore make up and nights like this just a small dusting of a foundation power called glow sufficed with eyeliner and mascara. Some clear lip gloss and she was ready.
Checking her reflection she grimaced, her breasts were too large to go without a bra, but she noted the nipples sat up high, so they looked perky on the full, round globes. The silk blouse caressed her breasts, making her feel even more uncomfortable about not wearing a bra. But after the lovely dinner and the unexpected invitation she genuinely didn’t want to disappoint him.
She walked out into the living room and realised Andie was not looking happy, “Oh I agree whole heartedly, Andie. There’s a lot to be said for age and experience, but I am not a young stud out to sow his wild oats and learn the ropes so to speak. So you need to back off already,” Josh’s voice was hard.
“Oh, Andie, You promised!” Peri was overjoyed that for once a man she thought she liked didn’t fall into Andie’s bed. But she was also heart broken that her mother would try to do it again. She sighed resigned to life with Andie and walked to the door, “Don’t say anything,” Peri looked at her mother sadly, “I have heard it all before,” and she walked out.
They drove in silence. Heading into the shadier side of the city and Josh pulled up at a warehouse. It was brightly lit, and she could see people milling around the entrance, waiting. She stepped out of the car when he opened the door and offered his hand. Even in the heels, he dwarfed her. Not just his height but he was solidly built. She didn’t feel so chubby as she stood behind him when they stopped close to the entrance, and no one knew she was there until he pulled her forward having his name checked on the list, “Josh Craig plus one.”
They walked in and he spoke cheerfully, “There are five artists exhibiting tonight. Let’s see what they have to offer.” Josh introduced her to many people as they walked around and she stood quietly at his side smiling and not saying much. Photography, digital art, painting, sketches and sculpture, each artist brought their own unique slant to erotica, from fairytale romance to hardcore BDSM, something for everyone so to speak. Some of the artwork was so explicit Peri felt she was witnessing extraordinarily intimate and sometimes painful moments, her over active imagination feeding her recent fantasies as she became lost in a collection entitled, ‘Bound’.
Josh lowered his head to her ear, “You like the idea of this, don’t you?” Her eyes looked back up at the photo. The girl in the picture was blindfolded and bound by her wrists to a rough stone wall facing her tormentor blindly. Legs wide showing wet thighs, the tormentor held a candle over the wax covered breasts, a single drip caught in motion. Josh slid his hand over her shoulder to caress her breast, making her let out an involuntary squeak. “Still sore after your scalding today?” He murmured hotly in her ear.
Peri shook her head, blushing deeply, but found herself arching her back slightly and pulling her shoulders back, wanting to feel more of his hand. She continued to gaze at the picture. “Lovely,” he whispered into her ear and kept his hand draped over her shoulder playing with her nipple as they walked to the next one. While not aggressive like Andie, Peri enjoyed sex and the man standing beside her fondling her in public view made her feel extremely sexy in a naughty way. She hoped, even though she knew she shouldn’t get involved with her boss, that he would take her home tonight.
“Ah there is Charles. I wanted to run into him tonight,” Josh waved over an older distinguished looking gentleman. Peri smiled shyly at him as he came closer, “Charles, this is Peri.”
“Hello, Peri,” Charles smiled in her direction before looking her up and down in a decidedly overt way, “Nice Josh, new girl…” again a strange pause occurred, “friend?”
“Not yet,” Josh replied, “but I do have one for you if you’re up for a challenge.”
“I do love a battle of wills. Let’s grab a drink, and you can tell me of this challenge,” there was a gleam in Charles eye and smirk in place as he led them to the bar.
She took the glass of champagne offered to her with a whispered “Thank you,” as she mused over the introduction to this man. That was the second time she had heard that conversation today, New girl? The pause before the word friend and the corresponding answer, not yet.
Her reverie was interrupted momentarily as Peter Lee appeared in front of her frowning. “You should be home in bed little red, not here drinking champagne and looking at porn with the big bad wolf.”
Peri grinned, “I just can’t seem to say no to him, or you for that matter, did the tests come back fine?”
“Yes, you’re a healthy specimen,” he smiled at her.
Josh turned from his murmured conversation with Charles, “Pete! Great, look after her for a moment would you.” He placed her hand into Pete’s almost symbolically and walked a few paces away with Charles.
Pete smiled at her, and they made small talk, about how they each knew Josh. Pete’s humour made her giggle and relax with him once again.
Pete sighed as Josh returned, “Take her home to bed, Josh, or I will. She is worn out.”
“If you insist Pete,” Josh picked her up and cradled her in his arms, “Hear that! Doctor’s orders, I get to take you to bed,” he chuckled, and she squeaked when he picked her up and strode out of the warehouse.
“I can walk, put me down,” Peri squirmed in his arms, but he merely threw her over his shoulder and smacked her ass several times as she gasped without much conviction, “Ow, hey!”
Carrying the buxom girl over his shoulder, her plump ass bouncing under the smacks he gave her, Josh knew he wanted her tonight. He knew he wanted her his way, not like those half hearted fucks he got from the bimbo’s he normally had one night stands with. This girl appealed to him on so many levels, and he wanted to see the sexual energy he knew they could have together. He just hoped he was right and that her needs matched his.
Opening the car door he strapped her into the seatbelt again his hand grabbing a breast tightly, looking deeply into her eyes. “You have been a delightful surprise today,” his eyes twinkled. Peri whimpered not struggling at all as his hand squeezed her breast cruelly. When he let her go she breathed deeply not realising she had held her breath. Encouraged, Josh undid the buttons of her blouse and pulled it open letting it hang loosely from her shoulders. “Don’t move,” he growled as he closed her door and got into the car. Josh pulled the car out of the car space and sped back toward the city lights.
Peri was horny now and even though Josh’s actions surprised her. She felt all her pent up arousal boil up to the surface. Her face was hot, and she knew coloured deeply but she wasn’t sure if it was just from the arousal she felt for him or the fact that her breasts were exposed for any who looked into the car to see.
I have been watching you scurry around the office over the last few weeks like a shy little mouse. Dressing like a frumpy old woman, trying to blend into the back ground, I knew you would be a hot little bitch under that quiet librarian like exterior. Taking her hand he put it on his crotch as he drove and groaned, “You and those perky breasts did that to me, sexy bitch.” Rather than pulling her hand away she massaged his cock through the material of his pants looking up at him through her hair. He quickly undid the button and fly shoving her hand inside his pants. “Take it out and stroke my cock for me,” it was a command and wrapping her fingers around the hardening flesh she pulled him free of his pants.
His cock felt so hot in her hand, and she looked down into the dim illumination from the instrument panel only to see the large and red helmet of his cock head. Veins protruding as it’s girth extended hardening more as she stroked him freeing his cock from his underwear. She squirmed hotly in her seat, “Rub that hot little pussy with the other hand, let me see what a bad, bad, girl you really are,” Josh’s voice was deeper and breathy as he spoke.
‘He was right,’ she thought, ‘I am being bad, but it feels so good. It’s what I need and what I want right now.’ Her hand delved down ripping holes in her pantyhose. She pulled her panties aside, and she stroked her clit in time with the stroking of his cock. She was panting in heat and need when they finally pulled into his parking garage.
Reaching forward and pushing his seat back he clicked the button on her seatbelt and lifted her pulling her to his lap and impaling her on his cock. “Oh yeah,” he groaned, “Fuck me, you slutty bitch.” His hand released the seat back, and he reclined half way down as she began to rise and fall on him.
He slapped her ass several times as she rode him and Peri squealed in delight, “More,” she begged, “more!”
Surprised by her begging, he reached up and grabbed her breasts milking at them with hard strokes pulling the nipples out from her body and twisting them to hear her cry out. “Fuck me harder bitch,” her eyes were glassy and she bucked, pounding down onto him. Her long hair flew around her as he slapped and mauled her breasts roughly. He was close, and he wanted her to cum with him, he growled, “Cum with me! You’re such a bad girl. You look so innocent but fuck like a cock starved nymphomaniac. Cum with me!” Josh roared at her, and her mind twisted as her body shook uncontrollably. Driving down onto him, her hips rocked as the muscles inside her clamped with spasms around his spurting cock.
She was wobbling as her eyes closed, her breathing ragged. He picked her up and forced her backward to the small space in front of his seat. Bringing her head forward he pressed her face to his groin, “Now clean up the mess you made dirty bitch,” he sighed in pleasure as he felt her tongue lap out at his cum soaked groin. Letting her up finally he opened his car door and stood up putting his cock away.
Reaching down he grabbed her hand and helped her from the car. He gently did up the buttons of her top and smoothed her hair. “There you go my innocent looking girl. Now let’s get you to bed shall we?”
Peri smiled up at him. She had needed that fuck, hard and rough as it was, “Wow,” she whispered, “I have never been so horny. Can we do it again?”
Josh smacked her ass hard and grinned at her, “What a delightfully naughty slut you turned out to be.”
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Peri woke slowly from a deep exhausted sleep taking in the unfamiliar surroundings of Josh Craig’s bedroom and a consistent beeping. ‘Oh shit,’ she thought, ‘What have I done?’ Sliding from the bed she wrapped the sheet around her and went in search of the beeping. She found her clothes neatly folded on a chair in the bedroom with her purse and phone lying on top.
She picked up her beeping phone, and turned the alarm off having not remembered setting it. She checked her messages, several from Andie which she ignored for now, and one from Josh.
The apartment was eerily quiet as she padded to the bathroom while reading the message. He had left for an early meeting and would be back to collect her by nine. Peri quickly showered and redressed, discarding her ripped pantyhose and rinsing out her filthy panties hoping the flimsy fabric would dry enough in an hour to be wearable again.
The apartment, far from the palatial palace she had imagined he would live in, was compact and serviceable. ‘He obviously did not spend much time here,’ she thought. She poked around in the kitchen coming up with a breakfast bar and a glass of juice and went into the living to wait. Picking up a large book from the coffee table she thumbed through it looking at pictures and titles not looking too closely at the actual text. Peri realised it was a family history of sorts. It was out of sequence and appeared incomplete and she turned back to the cover, curiously.
The beautiful leather cover was bare of both author or title so she turned to the first page of print and read the page that had clearly been edited more than once, confirming her thoughts that this was a manuscript in progress.
The Law of the Twelve Tables (Latin: Leges Duodecim Tabularum or, informally, Duodecim Tabulae) was the ancient legislation that stood at the foundation of Roman law. The Law of the Twelve Tables formed the centrepiece of the constitution of the Roman Republic and the core of the mos maiorum (custom of the ancestors).
The Twelve Tables came about as a result of the long social struggle between patricians and plebeians. After the expulsion of the last king of Rome, Tarquinius Suberbus, the Republic was governed by a hierarchy of magistrates. Initially only patricians were eligible to become magistrates and this, among other plebeian complaints was a source of discontent for plebeians. In the context of this unequal status, plebeians would take action to secure concessions for themselves using the threat of secession. They would threaten to leave the city with the consequence that it would grind to a halt, as the plebeians were Rome’s labour force. One of the most important concessions won in this class struggle was the establishment of the Twelve Tables, establishing basic procedural rights for all Roman citizens as against one another.
Peri stood up to take her glass back to the kitchen and check her panties, bringing them back with her. They were still damp and she lay them on the arm of the couch as she picked up the manuscript again. Absolutely engrossed Peri continued to read not watching the time.
During the early 1800’s twelve rich and powerful men from across Italy travelled to Rome. They had participated in the defeated revolts against the despotic rulers of Modena, Naples, Venice, Milan, Bologna, Rome and other cities. Drawn together by dealings in business and pleasure, they discovered within each other like minded patrician sentiment and a reverence for the customs of their ancestors. Each had established the power of the pater familias within the community of his own extended familia. He held legal privilege over the property of the familia, and varying levels of authority over his dependents: these included his wife and children, certain other relatives through blood or adoptions, clients, freedmen and slaves.
Each of the twelve men bore the name Esposito or a variant of it. In ancient times the surname was given to children who were abandoned or given up for adoption and handed over to an orphanage and each man had traced his origins back to a noble and distinguished family and a slave girl. The text went on to list the families and regions their estates lay in and Peri felt her eyebrows raise at some of the names listed.
Each family had agreed to send a younger son, his wife and a body of slaves to the new British Colony to set up a new seat of power for the table of twelve they had created. The Sons would regain their lost family names for their travel documents leaving behind the tainted label of Esposito and the legacy of a bastard ancestor. In 1883, with the successful migration of the families younger sons to the new America’s fifty years before, the treaty between Italy and the British Isles allowing citizens of both countries to travel an work freely within each others states set the wheels in motion for immigration of the fore runners of the families to the new colony, Australia.
A new generation of younger sons could forge their way as pater familias and bring success to the Twelve tables from yet another land. This would safe guard the families against the near extinction they had suffered during the revolts against the Austrian French and swiss usurpers of their lands. In the not so distant past.
Peri heard the door open and looked up as Josh came in. Placing the book carefully on the table she uncurled her feet and stood smiling. “Hi. How was your meeting?”
Returning her smile Josh looked her over remembering the passionate and exciting sex of the night before. She had seemed insatiable as they come up to the apartment and he had fucked her hard until they both passed out from exhaustion. Seeing her voluptuous curves in the red and black outfit made him want her again and his smile widened. He closed the distance between them and bent his head, “You look very,” he paused searching for the right word. His mouth curved into a smirk and he murmured, “fuckable,” his mouth taking hers in a deep kiss.
“I am not really sure this is the right outfit for work,” she whispered blushing. His hand had travelled up her thigh and was caressing her naked ass.
“You could be right, I am finding it very distracting and I believe we will be late to the office this morning,” he had walked her back until she was pressed against the wall. At a distinct height advantage he towered over her lifting his hand to unbutton her blouse, his lips finding hers again.
Peri melted against him. Last night had been incredible and she wanted more. Her hands reached out blindly for his belt fumbling with nervous fingers. They stripped each other, hands fondling and caressing sensitive skin as the kiss deepened and went on leaving them both breathless. He pulled back stepping back to gaze at her with hungry eyes. In the light of day Peri’s insecurities rose again and she demurely put an arm over breasts and a hand to cover her pussy.
He saw her move and sternly said, “Arms down. I want to look at you. Don’t you know how fucking sexy you are?” Josh was staring intently at her as she slowly lowered her hands. She had large firm tits with high perky nipples and wide hips that carried a soft rounded ass high above tapering legs. Her frumpy clothes had made her seem chubby but he could see there was no fat on her buxom figure. She was short and stacked and his cock hardened more as he looked at her. “Who knew the shy frumpy research librarian would be such a sex kitten.
Blushing deeply she gazed back at him. She didn’t know how she had got to this point but she thanked the gods for the Adonis that stood before her with his huge hard cock pointing at her. He was classically handsome, dark hair, startling blue eyes, a thatch of dark curly hair across his chest which led down in a small thin trail past his naval to his groin. She noted that he kept his pubic hair short and this made his cock look even bigger as he stroked it gently. Unable to stand the scrutiny anymore it was her turn to close the distance and she stepped forward suddenly, in a rush almost and knelt at his feet wrapping her lips around his cock.
“Oh yeah,” Josh groaned stroking her hair his hips rocking gently. She was not very experienced and had no real technique but Josh enjoyed the fervour with which she sucked him. He could feel her need and arousal rather than the jaded bimbo’s who went through the motions until they could get off themselves.
Tugging on her hair he pulled her up to him and guided her back to the couch. Sitting he made her straddle his hips and impaled her on his cock. Grasping her ass cheeks in both hands he guided her as she rose and fell on him, watching mesmerised as her breasts bounced before his eyes.
Peri was panting and whimpering hotly as she worked her thigh muscles to fuck with him. Moving suddenly he rolled to his side pinning her to the couch underneath him. Josh pulled her legs up over his shoulders and began pounding into her hard and fast. She cried out and bucked her hips to his thrusts as she felt the pressure inside her build.
Lost in the pleasure he gave her, Josh lifted a hand to her throat and circled it tightly, her eyes widened and as his fingers gripped her tighter she came on his cock, “Fuck yes!” he roared and she felt him drive deeply into her and his cock pulse within her shaking body.
His grip loosened but his hand stayed around her throat as he collapsed heavily on top of her. Peri breathed deeply and closed her eyes. If anyone had told her yesterday morning that she would be lying here like she would have called them a fool. She had believed him a selfish arrogant control freak, and while she wasn’t sure she had changed her mind, she now looked at those qualities in him in a totally new way.