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They loved each other, but her disrespect drove them apart.

I shivered uncontrollably, his pointer fingers having to nudge my chin up as my face hung forward so that I wouldn't unwittingly choke myself on his hands. Lost in the euphoria of his touch, my eyes startled open as a new sensation of thick rubber smoothed up the back of my neck, catching on my skin as it slid towards its goal. Finally the collar wrapping around my pale neck, as his body sheltered around me in order to work the buckle at the front, capturing me in such a simple way.

Still unwilling to let go of my gruff exterior, unwilling to be vulnerable, unwilling to chance even a small rejection, I sat stiffly facing the screen of my computer, clearing my throat and feeling it press into the tight encircling collar.

"It's okay if you are busy, I've got all this work to do anyways and I'm still pretty sore from the party." I said as my eyes drifted closed and steeled myself for some excuse, or agreement, or posturing, or ..rejection.

I winced as the silence still choked the air, fighting the urge to turn around and look at him, or find an empty room. I nearly jumped from my chair as the hook to the end of a leash attached to the circle at the front of the simple collar I wore. A shivering sigh escaping my lips, as I almost felt the tension and distrust drain from me, but not quite. There was too much at stake when a man was involved.

His hands cupped under my arms as he used gentle pressure there to tug at me, I obediently stood from the chair without a second thought, instinctively responding to the silent command. The chair spun away from my legs in a flurry of racket and movement, as he must have kicked it away to crash into the closed door, his hands staying firmly on my shoulders, one pressing the handle of the leash into my skin where it peaked through the gaping collar of my shirt.

With another gentle but firm pressure, this time to my shoulders, I bent forward; my hands catching my upper body's weight as palms met the desk. He went so far as to smooth palm and fingers up my neck, and raked them through my hair as he pushed my head down, forcing it to bow submissively where I would hold it high and proud otherwise.

His touch and control left me for the briefest second before his hands found the waist of my shorts, giving them a swift tug and letting them fall to the floor in a puddle of cloth around my ankles. I gasped; startled to be suddenly bare from the waist down, the cool air already tracing delicious invisible chills on the wetness that had formed between my thighs. I arched my back, bending forward even more as I presented my ass to him, my knees bending slightly at an angle to spread my thighs, assuming that his fingers would find my sex immediately.

Instead I gasped and nearly launched myself into the backing of my shelved desk, as his hands began to rub and knead at the tender bruised flesh of my ass. I moaned in response, my cool demeanor, my aloofness, and my disregard shed so easily, as his hands worked so simply at my cheeks. My arms trembled and finally gave way, depositing me with my cheek to the cool wood surface of the desk, suddenly so prone and impossibly vulnerable.

His hands trailed up my back, bunching my shirt on his wrists as his hands travelled, and then unraveling it as his finger tips tickled down from the ridge of my shoulders, repeating the path over and over again. My eyes were softly closed as my expression melted into utter complacency.

One hand left its gentle torment, my ears perking to the sound of zippers and shuffling clothing that followed.

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