Taming of the Shrew - Chapter 2
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Hetero, Dom/Sub, Mdom
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1
It was the longest three days of Trevor's life. Whenever the telephone rang he expected the call to be from Human Resources with the dreaded three words, "Got a minute?" Even though Sue hadn't mentioned the smack he gave her butt, he was sure he was going to be fired. But the call never came -- and nothing changed. Well, things were subtly different. Sue was quieter around him, speaking softer and less often. And thinking he was going to be fired anyway, Trevor became bolder. When his eyes locked on Sue's, hers would dart away.
Trevor opened Sue's door quietly and stuck his head into her office. "We have a dinner reservation at Angelo's at 6:30."
Sue looked up from her work, her lips pressed together and eyes mere slits at the interruption. The reprimand caught in her throat as she bit her bottom lip and held her breath. Then she said, "You mean I have a dinner reservation with Mr. Campbell. Yes, I know."
"No, I mean we have a dinner reservation. Mr. Campbell called yesterday and cancelled."
Openmouthed, Sue stared at her subordinate. His eyes bored into hers and hers momentarily looked away before bouncing back. Her mouth closed and reopened, but no words came forth. She left it open as Trevor closed the door. The click caused Sue to flinch, but she just shrugged. Good, I don't have to decide what to do about dinner, she thought before returning to work.
The air was brisk as they waited outside the building at 6:15. Sue silently stood to Trevor's side and a little back. She had followed him from her office to the elevator and now the street. She watched Trevor's confidence as he whistled and made a single motion with his raised arm and extended index finger. The taxi screeched toward the curb in a ball of dust causing Sue to take a quick step back. Trevor held the back door open and Sue immediately climbed into the cab. When the door didn't close, she looked up and saw Trevor motioning. Dutifully, she slid along the vinyl seat and then Trevor got in. Following his gaze, Sue quickly pulled down her business skirt and smoothed it over her thighs. They drove the few blocks and came to another squealing stop.
"Pay him," Trevor said.
Sue had been staring at the back of the driver's head, wondering why she was having dinner with her insignificant young subordinate. His voice brought her out of her thoughts and after looking up she immediately dug into her pocketbook to fetch the fare. Trevor was waiting with the door open so Sue slid to the other side, this time clutching the hem of her skirt. She took the offered hand and carefully climbed out of the taxi.
The maitre de smiled when he saw the regular customer, exchanged pleasantries, and acknowledged Trevor, assuming he was Sue's client. Looking down at his seating chart, the smartly dressed man with a thin mustache and a white flower in his lapel led them to a semi-circular booth in the back. Waiting patiently for them to sit, he noticed with interest Trevor's athletic bag on the end of the seat as he scooted to the middle. That was something he didn't see at business dinners. Then he handed them menus and lifted Sue's napkin, flicked his wrist, and laid it across her lap. Glancing over at Trevor he saw the gentleman had taken care of that himself. The maitre de clicked his heels and bowed his head before turning and walking away.
The waiter arrived and turned to Sue. "Are you ready to order, madam?"
Both Sue's and the waiter's heads snapped towards Trevor when he said, "Yes we are." He never looked up from the menu. "We'll both have dinner salads with the house dressing. Ms. Holloway will have the salmon and I'll have a fillet ... medium."
The waiter turned back to Sue just in time to see Trevor snatch the menu from her hands. She jumped. Stacking Sue's menu on top of his, Trevor handed them to the waiter who looked back at Sue. She silently nodded and he left.
"You eat salmon, don't you?" Trevor asked.
"But what? You expect me to choose your lunch, so why not dinner too? Isn't it nice to just sit back and let me make the decisions?"
At that moment Sue felt a weight lift from her. Her whole body relaxed, and her mind enjoyed the liberation. Looking down at her fingers toying with the fork, she nodded.
Dinner went by quietly, neither one having much to say to the other. Whenever the waiter returned with a question, it was Trevor who answered. At first he beat Sue to it, but after a while she didn't bother, relegating it to Trevor. It was the first stress free meal with another person she had in a long time. She didn't have to make a decision. She didn't have to say the right thing. She didn't have to impress anyone. In fact, her overactive mind took a vacation as she relaxed and enjoyed the delicious food.
After dinner, Trevor flagged down another cab and told Sue to give the driver her address. While speaking through the opening in the Plexiglas shield separating the back seat from the driver, Sue jumped when Trevor got in and bumped her. She automatically shifted to the left and then finished giving the driver her address. As the taxi bounced along the potholed road, swerving through traffic and around double parked cars, Sue kept glancing over at Trevor. Not a word was spoken until they arrived and Trevor said, "Pay the driver," before jumping out. Sue did as she was told and slid across the taxi seat, again accepting Trevor's hand. But when Trevor slammed the door shut and the taxi sped off, Sue looked confused.
"I live all the way in Brooklyn," Trevor said. "It's late so I'll stay with you. We'll go to work tomorrow together."
"What! You'll stay with me? In my apartment? I don't think--"
Trevor took Sue's arm and began walking. The suddenness caused her to stumble and she scraped the toe of her expensive shoe before matching Trevor's quick pace. The doorman bowed and opened the door, waiting silently for Trevor and Sue to enter.
The elevator ride was in silence, and when they were inside her apartment with the door shut Sue said, "Did you say we'll go to work tomorrow together?"
"Yep." Trevor locked the door.
"But what about a change of clothes?" Trevor held up his athletic bag and smiled. "I don't think--" she began.
"Trust me. Let me decide what's right. You have enough to worry about. When you're with me you don't have to worry about a thing or make any decisions. Here, let's get this jacket off."
Sue kept her arms straight at her sides as Trevor slid her suit jacket down them, folding it neatly over his forearm. When he grabbed her wrist and tugged, she followed him and sat on the couch. Moving behind her, Trevor draped her jacket over the couch and began massaging Sue's neck and shoulders.
"Ahhh, that feels so good," Sue purred.
"Just put yourself in my hands. I will make your life simple and peaceful. You won't have to worry about a thing when I'm with you. I'll make all the decisions."
Sue's head fell forward as the tension left her body. She sighed and purred, her eyes closed, her mind at peace. Trevor's fingers and hands felt wonderful. He rubbed her neck and shoulders, her upper arms, even her scalp. She felt so light she expected her limp body to float off the couch. She was more relaxed than she could ever remember being. But something felt amiss. Her heavy eyelids opened slowly and she stared dreamily. It took a while to realize her blouse was unbuttoned and Trevor's hands cupped both breasts, his fingers massaging them like he had her shoulders.
"What are you doing?" Her voice was soft, lethargic, bewildered.
"I'm making you feel good. Trust me. I'll decide what you need."
"But your hands are--"
"Making you feel good. Trust me. Just relax and enjoy."
Sue's eyes closed again. This is not right, she thought, but why bother to tell him. I feel good. So relaxed. Mmmm, just a little bit longer. Feeling her bra being pulled up, she cupped her now bare breasts automatically. But when Trevor nudged her hands she dropped them to her sides. The sensation of skin on skin was more intense, causing Sue to moan out loud. Her head fell back onto the couch.
"Ms. Holloway, lean forward."
The voice was coming from far away. Sue used all her strength to push away from the couch, her chin dropping to her chest. One limp arm was lifted, and then she felt a silky sensation dragging along her skin. Something dug into her wrist, and then there was tugging until her hand popped free and fell to the couch next to her like a lead weight. She leaned back but immediately felt a hand on her naked skin pushing her forward, followed by her other arm being lifted. When that hand fell to her side she wanted nothing more than to lean back, but Trevor was hunched over her, whispering in her ear.
"Ms. Holloway, are you feeling good?" She nodded. "Do you like for me to make all the decisions?" Another nod.
Sue didn't like being bent forward. She wanted to lie back, but Trevor was in the way. Then she felt the release of the tension in her bra strap and both arms being lifted as the garment was pulled off. Sue tensed, her raised arms frozen like the victim of a holdup. Her eyes popped open, looked down, and then her hands dropped to cover her breasts. She jumped from the couch and spun around, naked from the waist up, her hands cupping her tits.
"What the fuck are you doing?" she screamed.
"You're raping me!"
"I'm doing no such thing. I'm--"
"That's enough! Shut up!"
"Who do you--?"
"What are you going to wear tomorrow?"
"Huh? What? I don't know. What the hell does--?"
"What are you going to wear to bed tonight?"
"I don't know. What's your point?"
"I can pick out your clothes. You don't have to fret over that anymore. I can decide what you wear ... what you eat ... everything. Just think about it. No more decisions. No more headaches. Just let me help you. You once asked for my help ... now I'm offering it. You won't get a second chance. This is a one time offer. Take it or leave it. Do you want your life to be simple? Do you want to feel good? Or do you want it to be like it was? Afraid ... headaches ... nervous. I'm offering you an out. The alternative is a nervous breakdown. Think how good you just felt letting me take charge of your body. Did you enjoy your dinner? I know you did. I bet you haven't been that relaxed in a long time. Did you have to answer the waiter? No! I did it for you. And I know that felt good. You can feel like that all the time. All it takes is for you to understand that I make the decisions. You do what I say and your life will be simple and stress free."
Trevor took a deep breath, his first break from the flurry of words that had spewed from him non-stop. And then he spoke much slower. "I'm going to use your bathroom. Think about it. When I return I want an answer. It's the last decision you will have to make ... if you agree. The last time you have to make a decision. If you agree, I will make all the decisions. But only if you agree."
Trevor scanned the apartment and walked to what he assumed to be the bathroom. Going inside he closed the door and leaned against it. Shit, she's going to throw me out and maybe call the police. This time I'm really going to be fired. His hands dropped to his knees and he bent over, his head hanging, gasping for air. What the fuck was I thinking?
Pressing his ear to the door, Trevor listened at the silence. He waited for what seemed like hours, but it was only a few minutes. Taking a deep breath and letting the air out slowly, he gently opened the door. The hinges squeaked -- he froze -- fingers tightening on the doorknob -- breathing suspended -- time stopping. He waited but didn't hear anything. Taking another deep breath, he flung the door open and pulled his shoulders back, stretching to his full 6'1" height.
Sue paced, looking down at her wringing hands. Trevor's footsteps caused her head to pop up like it was on an overly tight spring. But just as quickly, she lowered her eyes. Trevor noticed she had put her blouse on without the bra. It was hastily done with the buttons fastened incorrectly, making the bottom uneven and leaving some gaps.
"Have you decided?" Trevor asked, trying to suppress the shakiness in his voice.
There was no answer. Sue stared at her shoes. He waited but she remained silent. Trevor walked slowly to the couch and sat down, crossing his legs and drumming his fingers on the couch arm. Sue's eyes were drawn to his hand, seeing it as impatience rather than the nervousness it was. She looked up and then quickly down, and nodded her head. After a moment of silence, she peeked at Trevor with her head still bowed.
"Yes," she whispered.
"I want you to help me. I need you to help me."
"I will make your decisions?"
"So you're putting yourself in my hands?"
"Yes, but..." Sue's voice faded.
"Come on, but what?"
"What will I have to do?"
"Whatever I say. Isn't that what you want? To tell you what to do?"
Trevor waited. He interlocked his fingers, turned his palms outward, and cracked his knuckles. "Hmmm, maybe you don't really want this." Trevor stood and picked up his bag, walking towards the door.
"No wait!" Sue shouted, running after him. She grabbed his arm. "Don't go. I really want you to tell me what to do. My head is going to explode if you don't help me. Please. Ohmigod, please don't abandon me. I'm begging you."
Sue dropped to her knees, wrapping her arms around Trevor's leg and hugging it in a death grip.
"Okay, okay," he said soothingly, gently lifting Sue to her feet. Her cheeks were wet. Trevor brushed the tears away and then pulled her to his body, patting her back. "Don't worry, I won't leave you. I'll take care of you." He felt her upper body rise and fall with each sob.
Sue held on tight as Trevor attempted to push her away. It took some effort for him to untangle her arms from around his body. She was trembling and her tearstained face looked up at him pleadingly.
"Now look at you. You can't even button your shirt properly without my help."
Sue looked down at her blouse, and then at Trevor's fingers undoing one button at a time. When he pulled the two halves of her blouse apart, exposing her naked tits, she kept her hands at her sides. And then Trevor began re-buttoning her blouse, but stopped after the bottom three were done.
"It's late," he said. "No sense dressing you again. Let's get you ready for bed. Show me where you keep your pajamas."
Sue turned and began walking, but stopped to look over her shoulder, making sure Trevor followed. Extending her arm behind her, she spread her fingers. Trevor took her hand and she led him to the dresser in her bedroom and opened the middle top drawer.
Trevor rummaged through the contents. The right half had stacks of neatly folded pajamas, some cotton and some silk. They had button-up tops and full pants with elastic waists. The other side contained dainty nightwear, cooler for summer wear.
"Here, you'll wear these tonight."
Sue took the baby-blue, very shear babydoll. Holding it in her hand, she looked at Trevor.
"See, no decisions," he said. "Isn't that a relief? You don't even have to decide what to wear. Go on, put it on."
"Aren't you going to leave?"
"Why? I can't keep running out of the room every time you change. We're a team now. Right? Stop worrying. Put on your PJs now."
Sue stared at Trevor and then looked away. She clutched the flimsy garment to her chest, her breaths coming quick and short. And then she turned her back on Trevor, dropping the babydoll onto the bed. Her fingers undid the few buttons on her blouse and let it slide off her shoulders. Although facing away from Trevor she automatically covered her breasts with her hands.
Taking even shorter, more rapid breaths, Sue lifted the nightgown part of the babydoll off the bed and held it in front of her. Adjusting it, she grabbed the hem and quickly placed it over her head, letting it slide down her body. She didn't have to look to know that her breasts were clearly visible. But she looked anyway, aghast that her nipples were stiff and pushing the fabric out. The nightgown was very short, covering only half her buttocks. It was designed for the frilly, also very shear, panty-bottoms to show. She thread her arms through the armholes and adjusted the spaghetti straps.
Sue nudged the hem of the babydoll out of the way to unfasten the side hook and lower the zipper to her skirt. Stopping to glance over her shoulder, she instantly looked forward again. She let her breath out and pushed the skirt down her hips and wiggled, letting the garment drop to her feet. She blushed knowing Trevor could see most of her panty covered ass. As quickly as she could, Sue snatched the babydoll bottoms off the bed, found the front, and stepped into them. They were at her knees when Trevor told her to stop.
"You don't wear both panties," he said.
"Um, I sometimes do," she lied.
"Well not today. Stop making decisions. That defeats the whole thing. Let me tell you what to wear and do. Now take your other panties off and put your PJs on properly."
Sue stepped out of the babydoll bottoms, placing them on the bed for quick access. Then she rapidly shoved her panties down and off, and in one motion grabbed the frilly ones from the bed and stepped into them, pulling them to her waist so high they wedged into her pussy slit. She quickly pulled it out, adding to her humiliation.
Trevor had had a brief view of her naked ass and even the dark hair between her thighs. The shear fabric did little even now to cover her butt, her crack quite visible.
"Turn around. Let me see if I made a good decision," Trevor said.
Sue took tiny steps as she turned. The blush on her face extended down her neck to the top of her breasts. She crossed her hands over her crotch, but didn't want to draw attention to that area so by the time she was fully facing Trevor they were at her sides. She looked away when his eyes scanned her body. But not knowing where he was looking was worse so her eyes fell on his again. She shifted her weight from foot to foot, but her jiggling tits and the rubbing of the chiffon fabric on her sensitive nipples forced her to stand still.
"What do you think? Did I make a good choice?" Trevor asked. "No wait! Don't answer. I told you that you won't have to make any decisions when I'm around. Do you have any wine?"
"Good. Show me where it is. I'll choose."
Trevor couldn't believe he was seeing his boss almost nude, a woman ten years his senior. Her tits were firm and slightly upturned, and she had dark areoles and long nipples. He was amazed at how much hair she had between her legs. That was something he would address at a later time.
When she walked to the kitchen, her tits bounced slightly, brushing the material against her nipples which grew even longer. He lagged behind to watch her round butt sway beneath the transparent, frilly material. Sue pointed to a cabinet and waited silently. Trevor moved several bottles, finally selecting a Merlot. He didn't know much about wine, but preferred red to white.
"Where's the corkscrew and glasses?" he asked. After Sue told him, he said, "Go sit on the couch."
Trevor walked into the living room with the bottle wedged under his arm and carrying two half full glasses. Carefully, he extended the arm not holding the bottle. Sue took the offered drink and brought the glass to her lap. Trevor placed the bottle on the coffee table and sat next to her.
"Drink up," he said boisterously.
Sue brought the glass to her lips, leaving her other hand in her lap strategically covering her dark pubic hair. She was about to take a sip when Trevor lifted his glass.
"To our new relationship," he said and clinked his glass against hers.
They quickly emptied their glasses so Trevor refilled them. They drank silently, each consumed with their own thoughts.
"Ms. Holloway, since I will be making your personal decisions, I need to know more about you. For instance, do you have a boyfriend?"
"Really? Did you recently break up?"
"No, I never had one."
"What do you mean never? Do you mean not recently?"
Sue looked down and said softly, "No, I mean never."
"How can that be?" Trevor said more to himself. Then his eyes widened. "Are you a lesbian?"
"For god's sake no."
"Never mind. Okay, this is a little more personal, but I gotta know everything about you. When was the last time you had sex?"
"You know, with a boy."
"I told you, I never had a boyfriend."
Trevor was silent and then he blurted out, "You mean you never had sex with a boy?!"
"No." Sue's voice was barely audible, her eyes glued to her clasped hands in her lap.
"What a minute! When I asked you when the last time was you said something about what kind. Frankly I'm stumped. If you never had sex with a boy and girls and animals are out..." Trevor chuckled, "what other kind of sex is there?" Sue blushed bright red. She glanced up for a spit second but then quickly looked back down. "Come on, we can't have secrets."
Trevor could just barely hear Sue say, "Masturbation."
"That's okay. No need to be embarrassed. You know, there are two kinds of people. Those who masturbate and those who lie and say they don't." Sue's head shot up. "Yep, everyone does it. I do it too. Wanna see me--"
"No! I'll take your word for it."
"But why haven't you? I mean ... you're so beautiful and everything. Come on, stand up. Let me look at you."
"Do I have to?"
"Don't ask questions. To create a question you have to figure out answers. And that's not what you want, is it?" Sue shook her head slowly. "That's right. No more decisions. I will make them all. So if I say to stand up all you have to do is do it. Okay?"
Sue put her glass down on the table and stood. She moved to the middle of the room.
"You really are beautiful. Now turn around slowly."
Trevor watched his gorgeous boss expose all sides of her almost naked body to him. His cock was unbelievably hard, but he hid that fact from her.
"Okay, show me around your apartment. I will need to see everything."
Sue gave Trevor a tour. It was even more embarrassing for her because he was still fully dressed. New York apartments aren't large, even for executives like Sue. Soon they were back in her bedroom going through her closet and dresser. She thought she'd die when he checked out her panties. But her heart dropped to her stomach when he went to one end table and opened the drawer.
"Oh no, don't look in there," she pleaded.
Trevor smiled when he saw the contents. He grabbed the small and larger dildo and vibrator, holding them up. "Which is your favorite?"
Sue couldn't speak. Her body trembled and her legs felt weak. She staggered to the bed and plopped down.
"Come on, no secrets. Which is your favorite?"
"It depends on the mood," she said softly.
"Okay, fair enough," he said, fondling the dildos that he knew had been inside his boss' pussy. After replacing them he turned back to Sue and said, "Ok, it's late. Time for bed. We have to get up early for work. Go do your bedtime stuff in the bathroom. I'll go next."
When Sue disappeared into the bathroom, Trevor opened the end table drawer again and took out one dildo. He held it under his nose and sniffed. I wonder when it was inside her cunt last? Trevor noticed the panties she had removed earlier still lying on the floor and stuffed them inside his pocket.
When Sue reemerged, Trevor told her to set the alarm and get into bed. He carried his athletic bag into the bathroom and closed the door. Removing the panties from his pocket, Trevor brought them to his face and inhaled. Oh god, these still have her smell. Mmmmm.
Trevor stripped and wrapped the inside of the panty's crotch around his cock. It only took a few strokes before he erupted. Quickly covering the tip of his cock with his boss' panties, Trevor jerked his hips with each ejaculation. When finished, he wiped his cock clean with the panties and dropped them into the hamper.
Trevor came out wearing only his boxer shorts. With his arm hanging at his side, he let the athletic bag slip from his fingers and drop to the floor, and then he walked to the bed. Sue was lying on her back in the middle, the cover up to her chin, her eyes wide open watching Trevor's every move.
"You take the left side," Trevor said walking to the right side of the bed. "This way you'll have easy access to your, um, toys if you need them in the middle of the night."
When he climbed into bed, Sue hastened to the very edge of the other side, almost falling out of bed. Clamping her legs together, her arms went on top of the blanket and pressed down on either side of her body, encasing her in a cocoon. She couldn't breathe.
"Good night," Trevor said, shutting off his bedside lamp and turning onto his side, facing away from Sue.
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