Taming of the Shrew - Chapter 5

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Hetero, Dom/Sub, Mdom
Previous parts to this story - Chapter 1, Chapter 2, Chapter 3, Chapter 4

Coming back from a meeting one day, Sue hesitated at Trevor's desk. He waited for her to speak, or yell, but she just stood there silent, motionless. She looked lost, helpless, confused.

"Is there something you need?" he asked.

"What? Um, no. Yes! I mean ... I don't know."

Trevor turned to his coworker. The redhead stared in disbelief. He turned back to his boss.

"Ms. Holloway, maybe we should go into your office."

"What? Oh yeah. Come into my office."

Sue entered her office, hesitating momentarily as she looked over her shoulder to make sure Trevor was following. When they were both inside, Trevor peeked out the door at the redhead. She was staring at him so he winked, causing one of her eyebrows to rise. Closing the door behind him, Trevor looked at his boss and waited.

Sue sat at her desk, looking at the stacks of papers. She picked one up, stared at it and flung it back down. Then she did the same to another piece of paper. Her shoulders were hunched and she looked like she was going to fall face first onto the desk. Her head rose and she stared at Trevor. He waited, but she didn't say anything.

"Do you need something?" he finally asked.

"Yes, I need help."

"Okay, what?"


"Ms. Holloway, can you be more specific?"

"I don't know what to do anymore. I just came from a meeting and all they wanted was for me to make decisions. They kept asking questions, but I couldn't answer. It's not like when I'm with you. You don't make me think. I'm so confused. I needed you there to help me."

"Well I can't go to those meetings with you."

Sue's eyes lit up. "Of course! That's it! You'll come with me."

"Ms. Holloway, I can't just--"

"Nonsense. I'm an Exec VP ... an important person. I can bring anyone I want. From now on you will come with me."

Trevor actually felt sorry for Sue. She had looked so lost and helpless, and now she was jovial and smiling. What harm could it do if I went with her? he thought. It will be great experience. How many people like me get a chance to sit in meetings with the big wigs?

Less than an hour later, Trevor tailed Sue to a meeting. After some people questioned his presence, Sue dismissed their issues by saying he was there to listen so that she wouldn't forget anything later. After a few humphs, Trevor was permitted to stay.

They began discussing a marketing strategy and someone asked Sue which city should be the test market. Sue stared blankly at the fat man chewing on his unlit cigar. Then she turned to Trevor and whispered, "Which one?"

Trevor looked around the large table feeling a knot in his gut. Everyone was staring at them. He leaned close to Sue's ear and whispered, "Columbus."

"What?" Sue said a little too loud.

"Columbus," he repeated. The others in the room stared in wonderment.

Sue turned to the executives and said, "Columbus."

"Why?" the man with the cigar asked, his eyes darting from Sue to Trevor.

Sue leaned toward Trevor again and whispered, "Why?"

"It's the right size and has the right age group and income level."

"It's the right size and has the right age group and income level," Sue said to the men around the table.

The silence in the room was unnerving. Then a few more questions were asked. Sue kept repeating the question to Trevor until he caught on. Then, each time she leaned towards him, he supplied the answer before she asked. Then she'd repeat his answer.

When they were walking back to her office, Sue was bubbly. "That was great! We'll do that in every meeting."

Trevor was in shock. He had seen the looks on the executives' faces, even though Sue was oblivious to it. It was scary. He followed Sue into her office and locked the door.

"Thank you," Sue said. "You deserve a bonus."

"I was thinking the same thing."

Trevor took Sue's hand and guided her out of her chair. He opened his belt, undid the pants button, and lowered his zipper. Pushing his pants and underwear to his knees, he sat in Sue's big leather chair.

"Suck my cock."

Sue dropped to her knees and stuffed his dick into her mouth. Her head moved up and down as she used her lips and tongue the way Trevor had taught her. She sucked noisily, saliva dripping down his shaft onto his balls and her chair. Grabbing the chair arms, Trevor humped his hips, fucking her face by lifting his ass off the seat. Sue gagged a few times but managed to keep sucking. And then he grabbed her head and held it still while he shot load after load of hot, slimy semen into her mouth. Sue gulped it down, pulled away, and sucked in a lungful of air through her open mouth. Strings of white goo hung from her teeth.

From that time on, Trevor was Sue's sidekick at all meetings. People came to expect Trevor to answer, sometimes forgetting protocol and asking him directly. But Trevor never responded, waiting for Sue to lean into him. Then she would repeat his answer to the group.

They were in Sue's apartment one night and she was fretting over her bills. Her face was flushed, her forehead against the heels of her hands, her fingers digging through her hair rubbing her scalp. She had them all open at once, scattered over the dining room table. Pushing her chair back so hard it toppled over, Sue stood and screamed. No words, just a loud shriek. Then she stomped her foot.

"Whoa, what's the matter?" Trevor asked, peering over the top of the book he had been reading.

"It's the bills. There are so many. I used to have a method for paying them, but I forgot it. Now I don't know which to pay when. My head is killing me."

"Do you want me to help?"

Sue's eyes brightened like a child in a toy store. "Would you? Please do it for me."

"Hmm, but I don't have the money to pay them."

Sue turned and grabbed her checkbook off the table. "Here, I have money," she said, waving it frantically.

"That won't work. I can't sign your checks."

"Oh yeah. Damn. Now what am I going to do?"

"We can go to the bank and you can transfer the money into my name so that I can sign the checks."

"Yeah, why didn't I think of that? Of course. That will solve all my problems."

So the next day, Trevor became the owner of Sue's checking account -- and while they were in the bank, her savings account as well. Over the next few weeks, they transferred her stocks and other assets, and then the lease on the apartment. Sue was content, no longer having to worry about anything.


"Mr. Willard wants to see you," Trevor told Sue, sticking his head into her office. It was the first thing in the morning.

"I wonder what he wants. You better come with me."

Trevor was uneasy about that, but the CEO had been in many of the meetings he attended with Sue so he shrugged and went with her to the other side of the floor. Mrs. Anderson looked up at Trevor and frowned, then looked strangely at Sue. They entered the lavish office.

"What are you...?" Mr. Willard said to Trevor. "Never mind. Please wait outside and I'll call you in shortly."

"Can't he stay?" Sue asked desperately.

"Not this time."

There was a moment of tense silence and then Trevor left. He closed the door and stood uneasily next to Mrs. Anderson's desk. Looking around the area he saw the beautiful paintings hanging on the walls. They were not like the prints the other areas had. He strolled to one after the other, leaning forward to inspect each one. After he completed the tour he looked at his watch. Almost fifteen minutes had passed. He glanced at the CEO's closed door and then walked over to the leather couch. Plopping down, he picked up a National Geographic magazine sitting on top of the table in front of him.

Trevor was reading an article on the extinction of dinosaurs when Sue came out. She was pale and walked aimlessly, clutching a large envelop to her chest. Trevor leapt from the couch and walked in front of her. She stopped, her eyes on his face, but he didn't think she saw him.

Mrs. Anderson put down her telephone and said, "Mr. Willard will see you now." Sue turned like a zombie and began walking back to the CEO's office. "No, not you ... him."

Sue followed the older woman's pointing finger to Trevor. Letting out a deep sigh, her shoulders slumped. Trevor led Sue to the couch and sat her down. Her eyes fell to her lap. He handed her the magazine he had been reading, but she kept her head down so he placed it on her lap. Trevor looked over his shoulder at Mrs. Anderson and gave her a questioning look.

"You better go in. Mr. Willard is waiting."

Trevor entered the huge office and sat down in a chair across from the CEO's desk -- it still felt warm. He leaned forward with his hands on his knees. His fingers involuntarily twitched.

Mr. Willard said, "Our company no longer needs the services of Ms. Holloway." Trevor's jaw dropped. "Don't worry, she got a very generous severance package."

"Am I fired too?"

"For heaven's sake, no. Why would you think that? In fact, I have a proposition for you. I've been observing you in meetings and have heard from others as well. You have a good head on your shoulders, young man. You're smart and very insightful. You're the kind of person we look for. It's obvious to us that Sue ... Ms. Holloway that is, had us fooled. It's now clear that you're the brains behind her. This is what I'm offering..."

Trevor left Mr. Willard's office in almost as much a daze as Sue had. He did not get Sue's job, but was by far the youngest vice president the company ever had, and if he worked out would be younger than Sue was when he got the Exec VP job. He took Sue by the hand and led her back to her office.

"I don't know what to do," she said softly, her shoulders rounded, chin on her chest, her eyes staring at the floor.

"Sit down and let me read what they gave you. No, not there. Here," he said, pointing to the visitor's chair.

Trevor sat at Sue's big oak desk, reading through the severance package. Mr. Willard was right -- it was very generous. The severance pay, the stock, the options, and a lot of other golden parachute perks amounted to nearly a million dollars.

Trevor looked up. "You've been well taken care of."

Sue raised her head and said softly, "That's what he said. But I don't know what to do."

"Don't worry, I'll take care of you."

"You will?"

"Yes, you won't have a thing to worry about. I'll just tell you what to do. Your life will be simple."

"But I don't have a job. How will we live?"

"Leave that to me. First thing," he said holding up the envelop, "we need to get these put in my name. Then I will be able to take care of you."

"You'll do that for me?"

"I told you a while ago that I'd take care of you. That all you had to do was trust me and put yourself in my hands. I will take care of you."

Sue jumped from her chair and ran to Trevor. Leaning over him, her butt sticking out, she hugged him around his neck and cried. "Thank you. Thank you so much. I don't know what I would have done without you."

"Don't get so emotional."

"But I want to thank you."

"You want to thank me?"


"Okay, back away. Now pull your skirt up over your hips. Yeah, now take off those panties."

Sue kicked off her shoes and quickly pushed her panties down and off. She was standing with her tight skirt bunched at her waist when Trevor stood. She turned as he moved, continuing to face him as he stepped around her.

"Now get yourself wet."

Sue licked a finger and began rubbing her clit. Her legs spread more as she sunk the finger into her cunt, her other hand reaching behind her to rest on the desk for support. With her upper body tilted backwards and her knees pointing outward, she finger-fucked herself, her hips moving slowly.

"Are you wet?" Sue nodded. "Let me see."

She pulled the finger from her cunt and held it up. It was shiny.

Watching Sue masturbate in her office -- her old office -- gave Trevor an instant hard-on. He spun her around, pushed her upper body forward onto the desk, and dropped his pants and underwear. He told her to spread her legs and, when she did, he rammed his cock into her in one thrust. Holding her hips, he began fucking her hard. Wanting to get deeper, Trevor leaned forward, his body draped over Sue's back and crushing her against the desktop. He fucked her like a maniac.

Outside the office, the buzzer was going continuously. The redhead looked at Sue's door. What does Shrew want? Trevor is in with her. Then she feared the buzzing was meant for her since she had the desk next to his. Tentatively, she walked around the desks and softly knocked on the door. She heard noises coming from within and pressed her ear against the door. The buzzing didn't stop so she took a breath and opened the door.

"Ohmigod!" she cried out, both hands over her open mouth.

"Close the door, damn-it!" Trevor said, panting hard.

The redhead was about to leave when she turned back and stepped into the office saying, "The buzzer is ringing out there."

Trevor reached under Sue's body and pulled the intercom out, yanking it so hard the cord snapped. He flung it across the room and both he and the redhead watched it bounce a few times and then roll to a stop. He then turned back to the door.

"There! Now close the door!" he said through gritted teeth.

The redhead shut the door and leaned against it, staring at "The Shrew" bent over her desk. Trevor meant for the girl to close the door after she left, but he just shrugged and resumed fucking Sue, pulling back and lunging forward, ramming his entire cock into her. He kept glancing at the redhead leaning against the door, standing still, both hands pressed to her mouth, her eyes wide open, her breathing sporadic. But soon she was of no concern as he dug his fingers into Sue's shoulders and grunted, grinding his pelvis into her meaty buttocks, filling her with semen.

Still leaning on Sue's back, Trevor turned towards the redhead and panted, "What are ... you ... doing here?"

Shaking her head, snapping out of her daze, she said, "I thought Shrew, um, Ms. Holloway, was buzzing me. What's going on?"

"It's a long story. Will you keep this a secret?"

"Um, yeah, I guess. Who'd believe me anyway? Jesus, you were doing her! In her office!"

The side of Sue's face rested on the wooden surface, her eyes watching the redhead, her ears hearing what was said. But it didn't matter. Trevor was going to take care of her. If this is what he wanted, so be it.

The redhead's eyes got big when Trevor pulled out and she saw the white stickiness on his cock. But then they widened even more when he pulled Sue off the desk and turned her around, the hand on her shoulder applying pressure. Sue dropped to her knees and stuffed his slimy cock into her mouth, sucking and licking.

"Oh yuck!" the redhead cried out.

Sue glanced at the young girl just barely out of high school staring at her and felt the redness burn into her cheeks, but continued cleaning Trevor's cock with her tongue and lips. That's what he wanted. That's what he told her to do. She wished the secretary wasn't there and hoped Trevor would tell her to leave, but the only thing important to her was to do what Trevor said. He promised to take care of her -- she needed him.

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