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I pulled him along, out of the copy room and toward the executive office where he worked. His nicely furnished office used to be a reception room for the President’s exclusive visitors. Since Kagura came, the room had been made over with expensive furniture, lamps and pictures. There were new customized leather sofas near the panoramic windows with a city view. His work space was connected to the President’s office by an open doorway.
I dragged him past his desk where his computer was on, its screen brightly lit. It was the only light in the room.
“The President will have a pretty bad day on Monday,” I said and shoved him onto the sofa. “He’ll lose his favorite fuck toy and the company’s secrets.” I ran my hands through his hair–sifting the soft strands through my fingers. ”But I like you. Since the day you came to this company, I’ve always thought the President shouldn’t be the only one to sample this body,” I said. I took off his shoes and socks and pants as I spoke. He was shaking; his body tense as I stripped him. He was probably trying to decide whether or not he should put up a fight. “Nice things should be shared.”
As soon as I pulled the pants and underwear off him, he struggled to hide himself and close his legs.
“Don’t do that,” I said warningly. “I won’t tell you again.”
He stopped moving. I spread his knees open and he allowed it.
“Are you going to rape me?” he asked again
I loosened the tie around my neck and smiled. “Getting ahead of yourself,” I said and undid the top three buttons of my shirt. “You’ve not been properly punished for what you did yet.”
”Are you going to let me go afterward?”
”Maybe,” I said and undid my belt buckle. “Depends on how sorry you are.”
He frowned. He didn’t understand what I meant but he didn’t say anything, either.
“Get on the sofa,” I said. “Turn around and on your knees. Let me take a look at your ass.”
It took him a few moments, but he decided to do it.
”How does he fuck you?” I said, running my hands along the soft surface of his ass.
”Are you kidding?”
”Not at all,” I said. “Tell me what he likes to do to you.”
”He can’t keep his hard-on up for more than a minute,” he said finally. “He fucks me with a dildo while I suck him off.”
“Oh?” I said and slid a finger between the cleft of his ass. “So this hasn’t been used very much? Maybe I’ll ask you to find that special toy for me later.”
”You can’t keep it up either?” he asked, looking over his shoulder at me.
That was the only thing he had left– the last thread of resistance. It made me happy. I pushed a finger between his cheeks and into him. He tensed. ”I can keep it up longer than you can take, darling,” I said. “You will be wishing for that dildo soon.”
”Fuck you,” he said in a whisper.
I shoved my finger in hard, knuckle-deep and it made him wince. “I intend to,” I said, twisting my finger in the tight warmth. “I intend to do so quite thoroughly…”
I pulled my finger out and straightened. I slid my belt out from the loops and folded it half. “Ah – I keep getting distracted,” I said, tapping his ass with my belt.
”I can make this worth your while,” he said.
”I do intend to make this worth my while –you don’t think I compromised my position for nothing, do you?”
”I can promise you more than what you are getting now.”
”Don’t bother,” I said softly. “Money’s not an issue for me. My family owns twenty-five percent of the shares in this company. My parents care more about this job than I do.”
He silenced. He probably came to a realization that I may not let him leave the building with the information he had worked so hard to harvest for the past year.
”I could probably have your throat slit after I’m done with you, and not one person would object, and then I could probably move into the President’s position within months if I exposed this terrible problem he brought into the company.”
He looked away.
I brought the folded belt down across the flawless flesh and left a bright red mark across both cheeks. A welt rose from the skin instantly. He gasped, choking down the scream that nearly came. I struck him three more times before I paused to stroke the damaged flesh. There was a single hairline break of his skin, a droplet of blood was collecting on its surface.
”Who sent you?”
He said nothing. I pressed a nail into the hairline cut and drove in until I felt his body go taut.
”I am not a very patient man,” I said. The droplet of blood rose and trailed downward until it thinned into a red line. “And the more my patience is tried, the crueler I become. Understand?”
His hands curled into fists. His head was down and he was shaking. I continued to whip him with the belt–covering his ass and his thighs with welts. Some had started to darken into bruises while some bled. He took it all, swallowing the screams.
“Are you sorry about breaking the company rules, Edmonton-san?” I asked, discarding the belt on the floor. I turned him over. His face was damp from sweat and tears.
He said nothing, only reacted with a changed expression in his eyes as I pulled down the zipper of my pants. He shook his head, looking at the thickened erection that would soon be inside him. I folded his knees forward until they almost touched his chest. I pressed my cock against the small puckered hole and pushed. His eyes widened and his teeth clenched.
“I would have been nicer to you and even prepared you if this wasn’t part of your punishment,” I said. I pushed harder and a scream came this time. His body was fighting me, refusing to let me in. I hooked two index fingers in the rim and pulled apart the small opening. I pushed in again and again until the delicate skin around the mouth of his hole tore. The coppery scent of blood wafted up, the scent stronger as I drove in deeper. He was crying and screaming. I didn’t stop until I was all the way in.
”Please…,” he gasped. He was panting, as if his breaths had been stolen.
I stilled, just savoring the velvet-like warmth that was like a tight satin glove wrapped around my cock. The columns of his muscles contracted violently. It felt so good that I nearly came then.
”You should be used to this,” I said and moved my hips in a circle. He bit down on his lower lip. “I know you fucked your way into this position.”
“What the hell do you know?” he shouted, his lovely eyes glassy with tears that continued to trickle down. “What the hell do you know about me?”
I held him by his chin and made him look at me when he tried to turn his face away.
”You need to look at me as I fuck you,” I said.
He looked as if he was restraining himself from spitting at me. For no particular reason, I smiled. Defiance looked good on him, even in a situation like this.
”Your last known address was in Long Island, even though you were raised in Kyoto until you were seventeen, then you studied at Stony Brook University where you majored in Medical Science. You stayed there until something brought you back to Japan eighteen months ago. Not even half a year after your return, you maneuvered your way through the corporate ladder and into this posh little position that usually takes most salarymen a lifetime to get to, if they even reach this floor at all.”
I pulled my cock out and pushed back in hard. He winced.
“In fact, you’ve been with this company since you came back to Japan. You worked in one of our branches in Osaka for a few months in an entry level position. Somehow, you were at the right place at the right time when the President visited that branch a year ago, and coincidentally you landed a job the old man created just for you.”
I stopped talking for a bit and thrust in and out of him, pulling screams that echoed in the spacious room. He never begged for me to stop — he took the pain as it was given to him.
“What you’ve acquired could not have taken a year to steal. Why did you stick around when your job should have taken you only a couple of months to finish?”
He didn’t answer. I picked up the pace and drilled him a little longer. Although I was still hard, my arousal was waning. I pulled out of him–his blood coated the length of my cock and was smeared on my groin.
”You might think otherwise Kagura-san, but truth be told, I am the only one in this world who is truly kind to you. I am the only one who can save you.”
It was then that I saw surrender–absolute and final–in him. He sobbed, crying harder. I got up and went to the adjacent bathroom. I wiped myself off and tucked back in before I wet a towel and came out with it. He was still as I had left him, but he had stopped crying.
I turned him over to unwrap the tape around his wrists. After he was freed, I left the wet towel over one thigh. I sat on the sofa facing him and lit up a cigarette.
”S.D.I.” he said finally.
”The collapsed company we acquired in a hostile takeover two years ago?”
”Yes….”
”The president of that company committed suicide three days after the takeover –”
He pressed a forearm over his eyes. For a long time, he didn’t speak. I smoked half of cigarette before he did.
”That was my father.”
“That was a guess,” I said. “He must have spent a fortune hiding you, and with good reason, I suppose. The yakuza would have made a good portion of their loss back with you . You’ll do very well in porn; in between being rented out to suck cocks in their Clubs. ”
”People from the company tricked him into taking loans from the mob — the excessive interest rates destroyed the company in less than a year.”
”It was still your father’s mistake and no one else’s,” I said and got up. “He’s too old to be naïve about the ruthlessness of this business.”
I went to the bathroom and flushed the remains of the cigarette down the toilet. I splashed some water on my face. When I came out he was sitting up wiping off his bloodied thighs.
“So you’re ready to throw away everything your father did to hide you just so that you can have your revenge?”
He said nothing. His movements were languid as he continued to clean himself off.
”Since this place is your little love nest with the President, I’m sure you have spare clothing here. Take a shower and get out.”
”What are you going to do?”
I walked toward him and stood between his spread thighs.
”You owe me a good long fuck,” I said. “I didn’t get to finish.”
I fished my wallet out from my pocket and tossed my card at him. It fluttered and landed near him on the sofa.
”I’m sure you will remember to thank me properly after you finish with your job here.”
He looked down at the card then up at me. “You have no loyalty to this company?”
”I only have loyalty to myself,” I said and walked away. “As far as I understand the situation…I own you. All of you.”
”Thirty days,” he said when I was about to walk through the door, “before this place sinks.”
I winked at him and waved before I stepped out.
Next morning, I studied his work. He had left little trace of his presence — no one knew what he had taken or even if he had taken anything. It took me five hours before I figured that he had spent the months programming a dormant virus into the central database. If his warning had been correct, in a month the privileged data housed there would mass distribute to thousands of competitors worldwide. It would then only be a matter of days before the once invincible corporation would start to crumble, and perhaps in a month it would collapse completely.
I sat in the chair, marveling at his exquisite work while the resignation letter I had drafted sat in a folder beneath my right hand.
It only took me minutes to decide what I wanted to do next.
TBC-End Part 2
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