13 comments/ 17250 views/ 4 favorites Ignition By: BadKat135 Forward: This is the introduction to a set of characters moving from a very traditional marital relationship to eventually a more rounded sexual lifestyle. The sex in this story is fairly vanilla, intentionally. Thanks to rexbrookdale for your superb edits. **************************** It was a nice night for a party. The chilled evening air blew gently from the north, the grasshoppers serenaded in the night, and stars shone brightly in the cloudless sky, as Hannah cleaned up inside after an eventful supper. She and Chase had bought this house almost five years ago, just after they were married. It was a charming little relic, set just a few miles outside of town near some apricot orchards. On summer nights when the skies were clear and the city lights didn't shine too brightly they could just make out the brilliant white river of the Milky-Way. Tonight had darkened into one of those nights. Warm water ran over Hannah's almost child-sized fingers. Soapsuds coated her petite forearms up to the delicate crook of her elbows. She had been doing dishes for over an hour now and was growing weary of the monotonous chore. Straw-colored hair fell loosely around her face, her green eyes fixed on her task. Her mind wandered tiredly through bitter memories of harsh words and empty kisses. Tonight, she had used just about every dish in the house. After days of planning tonight's gathering, and a full morning preparing little delicacies after deep-cleaning every surface, heartsick thoughts filled her head. "At the very least ... he could have ... given me some credit ... for all of my effort!" Chase had invited the regional branch managers and executives of Clark, the major acquisitions firm for which he worked, over in order to angle his way to a promotion. Thus it had been paramount for her to perform her role as the dutiful wife beyond reproach, regardless of how things really were. Outside, sending off the last of their guests, Chase stood: a perfectly chiseled specimen of a man. The evening air filled with his deep throaty laugh as he threw his head gleefully back and reveled in his successful evening. He had thrived tonight, displaying his natural intelligence, and easy confidence. The chief financial officer had taken a shine to him, laughing and joking the whole night; and had even let slip a half-serious remark about the upcoming merger and Chase's place within the new structure of the company. Hannah was proud of him; proud of his hard work, proud to follow a man with such a clear head and the ambition and drive to realize their dreams. And to achieve such success as a young man. She did not follow him in the traditional 'You-are-the-man-of-the-house-so-I-will-follow-your-lead-regardless' as her grandmother had followed her grandfather; she followed Chase because he was a worthy leader. She respected him, appreciating how he asked her opinion on a matter, carefully considering her words, then making a smart rational decision that more often than not brought them prosperity in the end. He was a wise man who loved her ... or at least who used to love her. Lately though, Chase had been cold. Stress over the tightness of money seemed to have stolen his compassion. In an effort to bring in some extra money Hannah had taken a job as a bartender three nights a week; but somehow this had only exacerbated the situation. While the pay wasn't great on its own, she brought in good money in tips ... as long as she acted the role of "tease" for her customers. Anxious about the merger, and haunted by thoughts of his wife flirting with strange men at the bar, Chase had lashed out at her a few days ago. "I can't believe you would whore yourself for pennies in a jar...!" His words echoed in her head. "...Well I woke up to the sound of silence, the cars were cutting like knives in a fist fight, and I found you with a bottle of wine..." The racket roused Hannah. She fumbled to dry her hands and unlock her phone. "Hello?" "Hey! How are you?" "Hi, Sis. Ummmm ... I'm okay. How 'bout you?" "Heeyyy ... what's up? You don't sound like you." "Oh, I ... it's just ... Chase. He hasn't been himself lately. I ... I honestly think he resents me for getting a job at the bar." "Oh, Sweetie...." Hannah listened as she paced around the kitchen and back to the sink. The timing of her call was uncanny! The pressure to confide in her came bubbling up to the surface.... Talking to each other like this was a fairly recent development between the two. It had begun about a year ago when Abby had moved back to the area and they'd started doing things together, like their Pilates class. Something had changed between them when Abby had moved away. They used to hate eachother but now, gradually, they'd grown close. Perhaps it was part of what happened to many siblings as they grew up? She had no idea.... Whatever it was, she gave in and placed full trust in their mutual understanding. With this in mind, she plunged ahead. "I know his cruelty is rooted in his insecurities, but ... knowing that doesn't help me feel any less empty or hurt. Abbs ... I miss the real him ... I miss the intimacy and respect we had for each other, you know? I mean ... I miss the soft words and ... the gentle touches. I fucking miss my happy marriage! Is this what is left of love after the shiny wears off? This ... isn't the ... life I signed up for! He's not the same man I married. Not the same man who .... loved ... me to the ends of the earth ... and back!" she paused. "He's changed ... we've changed ... I want to go back to before." Hannah began to sob into her phone. "If you aren't happy yet, your story isn't over." Her sister's soft words made Hannah bend over the sink and sob harder into her dishwater. "Listen, keep at it, Han. I know you hurt, I know the pain makes you feel like your life is imploding. I know you want to quit. But you can't. You do not want that. You cannot give up on your happiness just because it isn't easy any more. You have to stick it out. It will get better. I promise." The firm voice gentled on the phone and paused. "I love you, Sis. I'm always here for you. You know that, right?" "Thanks Abbs. I ... I'm sorry, but I need to go. I've got to finish these dishes and clean up, and Chase will be inside any minute now." "Alright Sweetie, I will see you tomorrow afternoon at Pilates, right?" "Yeah, I'll see you there." Hannah tried to put a smile in her voice, but somehow trying to turn up the corners of her mouth led her to emit an awkward squeak. She closed her eyes and hung her head low taking a deep breath to calm down, and reconcile the overwhelming grief that coursed through her petite frame. She heard the soft sound of footsteps creeping toward her over the hardwood floors, then felt a warm body press against her. Familiar hands wrapped around and pulled her close. Chase leaned in and gently kissed the nape of her neck. "Thank you," he whispered. Instantly, Hannah responded. Her head fell back to rest on his shoulder, and she surrendered to his strong arms. This affection was exactly what she had wanted ... yet something was wrong. It seemed forced ... artificial, somehow. Maybe it was his stance as he held her; she sensed an unfamiliar rigidity and tenseness. Maybe if they stood this way for a long time, things would ... fall back into place.... She sighed, longing to feel the intimacy they once shared. Something dripped on her forehead; she looked up and all at once her musings changed to horror. She could count on one hand the number of times she had seen Chase cry! "Heyyy ... heyyy." She spun around and placed her wet hands on Chase's cheeks, wiping a tear away with her thumb. "Baby, what's wrong??" "Come outside with me," he said hoarsely. Hannah's breath caught in her throat. This was it, she was sure of it! This was the conversation she had been dreading for months. He was going to tell her it was over. She knew he hadn't been happy with her, why else would he have pulled back from her, and pushed her away so forcefully? They stepped outside onto the patio, the night air smelt of sweet apricot, the moon nowhere to be seen, the brilliant stars shining out along the vast expanse of the celestial river. Under the brilliance of the galaxy rested their patio. They'd planned it together. It was bordered by white boulders and paved with sandstone upon which sat two neatly arranged dark wicker chairs with vibrant blue cushions, a matching wicker couch, and a stand-alone hammock. She remembered the day they'd bought the furniture.... Chase walked over to the hammock and sat down. He looked up at Hannah as she stood there, carefully weighing which seat to take. She readily complied when he motioned for her to take a seat next to him in the hammock. From out of his coat pocket he produced an old tobacco pipe that had once belonged to his great-grandfather, who had brought it home after the First World War. Tonight though, she knew he was not intending to use it for tobacco. "Chase! What are you doing!?! We haven't ... not since college! What about your job?" "Hannah ... trust me." His words sealed her lips. Just hearing her name spoken so gently calmed her frantic objections. He pulled a small mint tin, half-filled with dried leaves, from his pocket. As he loaded the bowl, he carefully compressed the buds and then looked over at his wife. His face was somber and very serious. Filled with a sense of grief and longing, he felt contorted inside by the words left unspoken that fought to be set loose. Hannah felt some unnamed terror grow as she watched his expressive face changing, flickering with emotions. Still, she sat quietly if a little stiffly, and tensely waited. He carefully lit the herb, slowly inhaled deeply, and then handed Hannah the pipe. She took it and followed her husband's lead. "I had no idea...." He tried to begin, looking down as a tear of remorse streaked down his cheek. Smoke seeped from between his lips. "What? Baby, what happened? What are you talking about?" Hannah's emotions seemed almost feral: fear shifted to intense confusion, to fear of sudden abandonment, to panic. Understanding finally dawned: she had been overheard on the phone, earlier! She felt like she had been caught in a horrible lie, or rather, a horrible truth ... caught red-handed during her confession! She didn't yet know how much he had heard, nor could she tell what he was thinking about her ... about them ... or about their future together. He took another hit. "I didn't know you felt ... like that.... So hurt. I thought ... because of the job. I ... I wasn't sure ... you were...." His voice was heavy with shame as he spit out mumbled sentences through hard sobs. "Useless ... not a good husband...." He'd carried his worries for so long; he'd been sure that she hadn't still wanted him.... How could she want a man who couldn't even provide for her? Why would she want someone so clearly flawed, perhaps even broken? Hearing her grieve for the loss of intimacy felled him. He had hurt her ... he had never wanted to hurt her, had promised himself he would never do so. He had punished her, albeit unwittingly, with his own doubt. But she clearly did not care about money, or material things ... or a better man. She wanted him, as he was, without restraint! The thought astounded him. For her part, Hannah was overwhelmed at the sight of her husband sobbing. She felt dismay, and a thousand other feelings as she realized that her honest words spoken to another meant this much to him. "I thought you were going to leave, that you were pushing me away because you were done...!" Tears welled up in her eyes, spilling over her cheekbones and down along her jaw. She distractedly took another hit, and her eyes gazed upward. A thought came to her, unbidden: the galaxy was overseeing their discourse. Chase leaned in toward Hannah. He reached over and wrapped his arms tightly around her waist, pulling her down to lie next to him. The hammock rocked as he moved them both, then slowed and swayed gently as their movements stilled. He rested her head against his shoulder. The sweet smell of jasmine and bamboo filled his nostrils, her smell. A chill went up his spine, thinking of how close he had gotten to losing this. He felt her body press even more closely into his ... sinking into him like a puzzle piece. He leaned his cheek against the crown of her head and whispered, "I'm so sorry baby, I'm so sorry...." They lay there, smoking and embracing, crying softly into each other's arms, letting the strange combination of relief, guilt, and joy flow through them: relief from letting go of a burden held for too long ... relief in the realization that the other could feel the distance too, and that neither had been the only one who had missed what they'd had before. Guilt for making one's soulmate feel so poorly; great sadness at the discovery that they had become what they had promised they wouldn't ever become.... And, joy at the realization that this pain was a new beginning. Suddenly Chase withdrew his arms. He placed his hands on either side of Hannah's cheeks and pulled her face to his, planting a long, passionate kiss on her lips. "Hannah, I love you. I have always loved you and I always will. You are beautiful. You are the woman of my dreams. I love your smile, I love your cute little dimples, I love your eyes. You are insightful, you're resourceful, you are kind. You are everything to me, I could not ... would not be anything without you. I love you, my dearest. I am so sorry I have been so angry, so distant. I am so sorry I hurt you!" Hearing this Hannah's tears welled out of her eyes, but before she could become lost again in weeping, Chase leaned in and kissed the tears where they ran down. She felt his soft, muscular lips flutter against her face, wiping tears away, and it sent shivers down to her toes, filling her with affection and desire. Her hands found the hem of his shirt and slid underneath. They glided up along his torso to his ribs, then around and up his broad back, coming to rest on his shoulders. She pulled him into her, digging her fingers into him. Chase moved his hands into her hair, twisting them gently through her golden locks and pulling her head firmly toward him, deepening their kiss. She gently nudged her hips against Chase's endowment. In response his powerful cock throbbed; it had been weeks since their last encounter and both were hungry for love, longing for the satisfaction of their carnal needs, for the intimacy they used to share so regularly. He tenderly planted kisses down her neck, moving lower and lower. His kissed just behind her ear, then trailed down to the nape of her neck, across her collarbone and down to her silky skin above her breasts and into the dip of her cleavage. His hands avidly kneaded her breasts, squeezing and pulling them through the thin fabric. They were large for her small frame; beautifully symmetrical, firm ... plump ... her delectable nipples rested proudly atop her chest waiting for his exploration. Swiftly he slid a hand down her body and in one motion moved it back up underneath her shirt. He traced the edge of her bra with nimble fingers and flicked at her sensitive nipples until the pink flesh stiffened and ached for him. She in turn fumbled at his belt buckle. Her head fell back, and her mouth opened as her breath quickened. The buckle undone, next she ran the pants zipper down to its base and slid her hand into his boxers to capture his member. She squeezed and then gently stroked his cock as she ground against him, pulsing in a rhythmic circular pattern, all the while kissing him passionately. They lay there, snogging and stroking for a long time, swooning under the stars, wrapped up in renewed affections ... until they realized their mouths had become desert-dry. Hannah took a deep breath and pulled away, placing her hand reassuringly on Chase's chest. "Let's go inside and find something to drink," she smiled alluringly. Lying in the hammock, he'd felt that things could not have been more perfect. "Okay." He nodded, but couldn't help grimacing a little as he moved to follow; he felt bereft without her. They got up shakily from the hammock and walked a little reluctantly back into the house. Hannah strode over to the kitchen cabinets and opened the cupboard above the dishwasher to retrieve two tall glasses. She stepped over to the refrigerator to fill the cups with ice water. As she turned away from Chase and stood at the refridgerator door he stepped up behind her, lifted her shirt and skillfully unhooked her bra, pulling it from her shoulders and tossing it emphatically across the kitchen island where it skidded before landing on the floor. He kissed her neck, his breath on her skin causing goosebumps to rise and the hair at her nape stand on end. He pressed his body against her back, his hands caressing her breasts. He rubbed his aching groin against her tiny sweet ass. Hannah swayed a little, fighting playfully against her husband's most welcome advances. She managed to take a quick drink of cold water before placing both glasses on the counter and turning to her husband. She slipped her shirt over her head, then his shirt over his shoulders and up over his head. Then she moved into him until her breasts pressed against his bare chest. Standing on the tips of her toes she kissed along his jaw, up beneath his earlobes, and nibbled at his ear. He reached around and clasped her ass, pulling her tighter against his erection. He undid and then pulled at her tight jeans easing them down over her hips and down until the taut waistband rested midpoint on her tight round ass making the flesh bulge above it. She released him for a moment in order to strip, tossing her jeans aside to rest on the floor next to her shirt. He tore the rest of his clothes off in turn. Standing to face her, he gathered her in his strong arms and lifted her to the countertop to where it came up just below the level of his cock, and spread her legs open. As he pressed the tip of his straining hard cock against her now slick cuntlips, she nudged to the edge of the counter closer to him, positioning her hips so he could easily thrust into her. She was rewarded with a firm swift thrust into her that stretched her tight, the head of his cock pressed against her cervix. "Ahhhh!" She threw her hands around his neck and ground her hips into his groin. Chase thrust slowly, each advance sending waves of pleasure through his limbs causing him to moan out and grasp her ass to steady himself. His knees buckled with ecstasy as his cadence accelerated, beating out the song of his desire on her now dripping drum. With each thrust his swollen testicles slapped against her ass cheeks, forcing them apart, caressing her tight hole gently, and the throbbing vein atop the base of his cock pulsed against her clit. Hannah clung to him, arms around his shoulders, grasping him like a life vest in a turbulent sea. "I love you, Chase...!" With that he lifted her up off of the counter and quickly carried her toward the bedroom. When they reached the hallway he stopped, panting with desire, and slammed her against the wall, unable to hold back the need to slide into her warm welcoming cunt again. He kissed her passionately, his tongue darting eagerly into her mouth as he ran his fingers through her hair and pulled it tight momentarily, before releasing his grip. She arched against the wall and then set them in motion toward the bedroom, entwined, with Chase stumbling a little in their mutual eagerness. He staggered in and threw her down on the bed; then stood back for a moment, drinking in the beauty of his wife as she lay there sprawled out on the bed: her shaved cunt, glistening with her desire for him, nipples swollen, quietly moaning in an agony of desire, awaiting the completion of his gaze and the return of his touch. The scent of their lovemaking drove him wild and his mouth watered in anticipation; his appetite for her flavor was insatiable. Swiftly he knelt and lapped at her juices, drinking in her lust. He licked at her perfect hood with his skilled tongue, then plunged three fingers deep into her chasm until rivers of her sweet nectar flooded her thighs, and she screamed for mercy. Ignition Withdrawing his fingers, he sucked her honey from them as she became frenzied to return the favor and taste his engorged cock. It had been years since his cock had been so hard, and she jumped at the chance to swallow him. Eagerly she guided it down her throat, not allowing her gag reflex to defy her intent. His erection filled her mouth and stretched her esophagus as she thrust herself down on him moaning so deeply and lustily that his shaft vibrated from the tip to its base. Her hands moved to cup his balls, tumbling them through her fingers, gently twisting and pulling at his sac. Chase's eyes rolled back in his head and his knees turned to jelly. He pushed against her shoulders and leaned his weight on the bed to steady himself. As she fiercely sucked his shaft, he could feel the climax building quickly. He pushed her to lie down on the bed and she moved to the middle while Chase climbed over her and lowered himself, sliding effortlessly into her weeping cunt. She worked in counter-tempo to Chase's momentum, grinding herself against his groin at the pinnacle of his thrusts. Sweat dripped down Chase's body as he moved to lean down onto his elbows and suck at her pointy nipples, licking and nibbling one, and twisting the other between his fingers. His groans sent her over the top. Ecstasy swelled within her, threatening to erupt ... and then did so, coating Chase and a good portion of the bed. "AAAHHHH!!" Her screams rattled the windows as she gushed. Cum flowed over Chase's cock. Wave after massive wave of hot, sweet-smelling cum spilled from her and pooled beneath them. At the feel of his wife's ecstasy flowing around him, he made one final thrust into her, breaking his massive load against her cervix. "Unggghhhh!" Exhaustion overtook them. Chase fell to his elbows, lowering his sweat-drenched brow to rest on Hannah's breast. She wrapped her arms around his back and held him. Afterglow monopolized their thoughts. They were lost in the embrace of their love, and the peaceful bliss of deepest intimacy. Chase heaved his weight off of her petite frame and fell to her side, pulling her close to him. He spooned her body along his own, settling her protectively in his arms, to rest. Sleepy and content, she whispered a gentle goodnight "I forgive you ... never, ever leave, okay??" "My dear, you are precious to me; you couldn't ever get rid of me even if you tried." Ignition A few weeks had passed since John took my body countless times and in so many places during our "pleasure weekend". I had been used and abused in so many ways, yet each time, my body betrayed my self-respect by letting loose a moan, or arching my back to allow him to sink deeper into me. I let him to have his fun; but knew that as soon as he stared working with me at the company and moved his family to town, that I would end the relationship. Two and a half weeks after John had been installed as the new manager and for me it was business as usual except for a few things. I changed my cellphone number, and was preparing to move to a much more secure address that happened to be a lot closer to work. I also began arriving much earlier to work taking lunch at irregular times and also began leaving through the rear exit of the building. I was avoiding any face to face interaction with John; hoping that when I did finally have to see him, lots of other people would be present, and that I wouldn't feel the spark of attraction I had felt so many times before. I kept telling myself that I was officially over him. No chance of a relationship- none. He was bad news, and oh yeah, a total back stabbing jerk who stole the job I had worked so hard to obtain. He was a freak in bed, and I could not do that sort of thing on a regular basis, especially with a man who already had a wife. By the third Friday of John's tenure at the company, I can only assume that he had gotten the hints I was dropping. The hint that I was done with him and his weird game-playing psycho sexual personality. I know this because when I did see him he was waiting near the ladies room on my floor as if hoping to run into me, with an expectant expression as I spied him before he spotted me. "Sam." John said as I held my eyes to my wrist watch hoping to look busy. "Can we talk?" I was formulating a decline, when I realized Pat, my current boss, was also exiting the ladies room and within earshot of whatever response I was about to give, The last thing I needed was for her to scrutinize any response that would put me further behind any prospects of a promotion. I smiled a fake smile and replied in my usual people pleasing tone: "sure!" and followed him to his office on the next floor. He led me to his office (the one I had hoped would be mine), and closed the door. He gestured for me to sit nearer to his desk, but I optioned for his sofa that was closer to the door. I had hoped that by creating a clearly defined physical distance between us that he would be easier to say no to. He began by clearing his throat. "I guess you've been avoiding me. You've been very hard to find Samantha. I've been wondering how you've been, and was hoping to catch up." John picked up a paperweight from his desk and gently tossed it in the air with a big charming grin plastered behind his beard. It was looking slightly unkempt, but that may have been my own interpretation. I didn't really care. "I want to keep this thing going between us. It was really good don't you think?" he asked. I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I don't think I'm feeling the same." I replied with my head bowed. I abruptly stood and walked out of his office. Not remembering much of the remainder of the day. I can recall stepping out to the bar down the street from my place, but my mind was stuck in a fog; trying to figure out why this guy thought he could simply ask such a thing of me. He stole my job! He fucked me in all the ways imaginable- both literally and figuratively. I just wanted to erase the memory of having slept with someone I hated. I sat at the bar and ordered a shot of Jamieson's Whiskey and a beer- something to take me back to my college days. I easily consumed the shot and took a long hard drink from the beer bottle. When I reached for my purse, the bartender stopped me: "it's already paid for, hun." My eyes traced back to the area where the bartender had motioned and there he was. John sitting in a booth looking back at me with dark eyes and a drink in his hand. The alcohol was blurring my anger toward him. I didn't feel as pissed off to see him sitting in the same bar as me, nor did I feel as upset as I should have that he followed me here. Although to be fair, it wasn't impossible for this to have happened since he was doing an excellent job narrowing down the distance between us. I walked over to his booth and sat down. "Why are you here? Didn't you get enough of me earlier today?" I asked trying not to make it obvious that I was feeling the alcohol. He sighed to build up a delay for his response. Probably because he had rehearsed this over and over again in his mind. "No Sam, quite the opposite. I need much more of you. Why do you want to keep me away?" John cooed, laying on as much seduction as he could in his voice. "I thought we could continue our conversation from earlier. It's much easier to do over drinks, don't you think?" John slid closer to me in the booth. I stayed. Stupid-fucking-me. I stayed like an idiot and allowed his charm to work me over. He kept ordering drinks for me before I finished the one in my hand, and three, or four, or maybe even five drinks later I was completely gone. I was totally in the bag and it was not getting any better. After I slowed my alcohol consumption, John suggested that he take me home to rest, and I was in no mood to argue. In my drunken state I thought that I would be able to fend off his advances. So naiieve. "You look so gorgeous in that dress," John whispered in my ear as we walked down the sidewalk to my apartment. "So, I think I am going to have to walk you home... To make sure you get home safe." A chill ran down my back when he said those words. My mind immediately went back to our sex-weekend. He was beginning to break down my defences. When we neared the entrance to my building, I slurred some kind of speech about not wanting to have guests over and having to work on a project for work that was due this week; and was immediately interrupted by a hot embrace from John. He gripped me by my waist and cupped my face as he kissed my lips with urgency. I'm a sucker, as you can probably guess; and it wasn't more than a few minutes after kissing me outside that John had me lowering myself onto his white dick. I could see his intense eyes staring at the scene unfolding before him as his pale rod disappeared in and out of my pink lips. I shrieked with pleasure, and shock at how raw he fucked me. We used no protection this time. I was ashamed of how good it felt to have his cock sliding in and out of me barrier-free. My whole nakedness exposed to this married stranger, with my round cocoa breasts and dark nipples bouncing wilding to the rhythm of his cock-thrusts. I felt torn. He was married- but while he was inside of me, he was also mine. John came much faster than the times before. Unwrapped contact usually does this even in the most controlled of encounters, but for our hot session he lasted less than five or six minutes. My drunken mind was dizzy and I fell over onto the bed beside him. I could feel a wetness- likely his seed- oozing out of me and creating a small puddle on the sheets. John got up to use the bathroom but when he returned, he began to swear and grunt. "Fucking bitch." He said under his breath. "What?" I asked him in a blurry murmur. "You are a fucking bitch for doing that." He replied in a matter-of-fact tone. "You acted like a slut and seduced me into your apartment. You know that I'm married right? I have a family at home." I immediately sat up and kneeled on the bed to face him as he stood in front of me. "What the fuck are you talking about John?" I raised my voice considerably. The searing pain from the contact of his right hand with my face was so quick that I was not immediately sure of what had happened. John had slapped my face. Tears came to my eyes in both anger and hurt. I began to sob. "Why did you do that?" "Because that's what you deserve for wrapping that black pussy around a married cock without protection. You're a whore." John replied as he pushed me backwards onto the bed. I attempted to get away from his grip. I managed to wrestle away from him, but he caught me again in my living room and he pushed me down over the arm rest of the sofa. "Where do you think you're going Samantha?" John muttered as he continued to manhandle me. He pushed my head into the cushions while the lower half of my body balanced over the armrest, causing my naked ass to point into the air. John began to slap my ass; first my left cheek, then my right, adding more pain with each slap. My eyes welled up again, and I could still feel my face burning from his earlier assault. "Don't move." John instructed as he pulled away from me. I could hear his footsteps retreat back into the bedroom. I moved into the kitchen trying to create some distance between he and I. John returned with handcuffs. Not the fun fuzzy ones, but the hard steel ones. The ones that cause a shiver down the spine of any one who is loath to wear them. They represent submission to me, and no matter what I tried, John was dead set on having me submit to his will. In my drunken state, I thought that it would be better if I just allowed him to do what he wanted to me. I wasn't afraid for my life per se; but I did not want him to slap my face or hurt me anymore. John proceeded to handcuff my wrists to the metal handle of the oven in my kitchen. The only way I could move was by opening the oven door-which obviously would not help me get away. He leaned me forward so that my legs were spread and my asshole could be exposed with a gentle spread of my cheeks. They were both still sore from the spanking he handed to me a few minutes before, so I could not feel much sensation until he began to rub olive oil he had taken from my pantry, all over my behind. He coated every square inch of my chocolate pear and also took his time lubing up the opening of my asshole with his fingertips. "Such a little whore..." he murmured to himself as he coated his white cock with oil. With some resistance he began push his cock into my tight hole. I cried out asking him to stop, but he simply laughed, slapped my ass and told me to shut up. "Open up for me. Don't fight me. Just breathe deep and open your ass for me. " I did what he told me to do like a good little sub. His stroke became longer and he pushed deeper into me. Even though John was taking my ass in such a dehumanizing way, I felt so horny and used that I shamefully felt the urge to orgasm. I pushed my arms out in front of me and bent over further to give myself room to see what was happening to be by looking between my legs. I could see John's legs thrusting back and forth, as he sodomized me. I could also see my pussy creaming and beginning to drip its wetness down my leg. The last thing I clearly remember was the orgasm taking a hold of me and a groan escaping my lips. The next morning I woke up with a wicked hangover and a very sore asshole. I called in sick that Monday. John had left to go home the following morning, and I could barely lift my eyes to meet his. I was ashamed of how he had treated me and used my body. He had been so rude and hurtful with his comments. I couldn't think straight. So many thoughts kept clouding my mind, and I found myself thinking of him constantly. I was allowing this office romance to completely derail me. My career was going nowhere, and I was being manipulated into becoming a submissive for an abusive philanderer. Two weeks had passed and my stress was beginning to show on my face. I was nervous, jumpy, and I even found a couple of grey hairs. Now that he was my manager I was afraid to say no to him, and I found myself almost considering him my "boyfriend". It was as if the physical intimacy had tricked my mind into believing he cared for me- as if I was more than just a toy. I felt exhausted one evening as I checked my emails and found an invitation from an old friend from childhood to join him on vacation. He had moved to the other side of the country a few years back, but we always kept in touch. Scary Barry- as we always called him in high school- was one of those guys who seemed really put together and intimidating, but to me: he was always a cuddly teddy bear I loved like a cousin or brother. The email said that Barry had broken up (again) with his girlfriend of the month, and had an extra ticket to visit the Dominican Republic. The ticket was originally intended for the girlfriend, but he said that if I could get the time off work; he would gladly sell it to me for cheap. I jumped at the chance. Luckily for me, John was not the manager I needed to get permission from to take the time off. Pat was obliging, even offering an extra week for me to take as vacation. She must have also noticed how stressed I was, although I can only assume that she attributed it to having passed me over for the managerial promotion I had wanted. It had not occurred to me how badly I needed a vacation until the opportunity arose. I had begun to see my situation as unending and without hope. A week in the sun and sand would be a perfect way to clear my head. I could take some much needed time to sort out my feelings, party with Barry, and even figure out what next steps I needed to take in my career. Hopefully when I returned, John would be a ghost of the past. "Sam! What's up girl!?" Barry yelled when we met at the airport and embraced in a big hug. "Girl you look great. We are gonna party, and have drinks! Maybe not today though, I think I might be a jet lagged, I've been up for like 32 hours now, but once I get some sleep it's going to be on like Kong!" Barry was always a rambler, but it was one of the best qualities about him. He could put you at ease in under 10 minutes, no matter what was going on in your life. "Barry! I missed you. We have so much to talk about. I can't believe it's been so long!" I exclaimed. I was truly happy to see my old friend, and couldn't wait to have fun adventures in the DR. Barry and I took it slow- I always hate drinking too much on the first night of a vacation, so I allowed myself to have a few local beers and just relaxed in the mezzanine of the hotel by playing cards and catching up with Barry. I told him everything about John- most of the bad stuff, but leaving out the anal sex. "He fucking hit you? What the hell Sam?!" Barry raised his voice a few times. A table of very cute strangers began to look over at our table at that moment. I guess I seemed like the damsel in distress type, because their looks were quite sympathetic. "Keep your voice down! I don't want the entire hotel to know!" I whispered to Barry. "It's ok." "No way Sam, it's not alright. I want to meet this guy." I changed the topic knowing that it would come up again later that week. In the morning of the second day, there was an influx of guests at the front desk. Apparently several flights had been delayed causing many people to be late. By the looks of the types of women I has seen checking into the hotel at the same time as us however, it wouldn't be too long before Barry would be off the market again. Many of these women were slim fair skinned and blonde, just Barry's type. Barry was my height and complexion with short cropped hair. People would often mistake us for siblings. Lately he had gotten into body building (another rub off from a previous girlfriend), so he had developed very large and muscular arms. Even I took notice of how many women has been smiling and winking at him. I knew that I would be spending most of this week alone. That night I sat in the hotel's restaurant waiting for Barry to join me. He was late as usual, but I figured that he would have a good explanation. This trip was for him to enjoy himself too- I could use this time to sort out my feelings for John. "Excuse me ma'am are you dining alone?" said a voice from the waitress who had appeared beside my table. "Oh, my friend is supposed to join me, but I think he's cancelled. Do you have a menu I can look at?" I replied coming out of my daze. I seemed to drift off like that lately. "Oh, sorry, I mean to say that because the table of gentlemen over there would like to invite you to join them," the waitress said with a Spanish accent. "I can add a chair to the table if you'd like?" My eyes followed to where she had been pointing and discovered a table behind me with three men were seated. Two were brunettes with olive complexions, and the third had greying- blondish hair. His smile was the widest as he waved and motioned for me to come over. Feeling nervous I decided that I needed to do this. I needed to leave my comfort zone and meet new people; especially other attractive men. I have always found that meeting new people is a great way to get over old stale connections. I picked up my chair, and walked over to their table. One hour later Barry made his way into the restaurant with a gorgeous and anemic looking blonde on his arm. "Barry! I see you made a new friend! Hello I'm Sam" I said with my usual pleasant greeting. "Hello Sam, I'm Samantha." The blonde replied, clearly not catching on that we shared the same name. She seemed a bit delayed, mentally. Or drunk. Either way this was par for the course when it came to Barry's romantic endeavours. I smirked at Barry and he gave me one is of his patented shoulder shrugs. "Barry, Samantha I'd like you to meet my new friends: Jack, Jim and Jan" The three men smiled at Barry and exchanged handshakes. "All of your names start with J? So weird..." Samantha mused as she began to lose her balance in her high heeled shoes. "I had better get this one off to bed. It was nice meeting you all. Sam- be safe, I'll see you in the morning ok?" Barry gave me a peck on the cheek and walked slow-wit-Samantha off to her room. "Don't worry" the cutest of the three men called after Barry. "The only one here getting lucky tonight is you!" "You'll have to excuse Jan," Jim said leaning in to me. "He's a bit drunk, and you happen to be all he's been talking about since we saw you here the other day." "You saw me here? When?" I asked. "When you were talking to you friend about your ex-lover. You talked about how he had hit you." Jim replied. "That's all in the past now! Let's order three rounds of drinks and have a game of cards!" exclaimed Jack. Jan continued to smile a half drunk smile at me throughout the night, and surprisingly, I began to feel safe and at ease. As we played cards and chit-chatted over drinks, Jan's warm eyes met mine quite frequently throughout the night. I could tell that he liked me, or at the very least, found me to be attractive. I was thousands of miles away from my problems, and my vacation had just begun.