Leaving early

Cheryl's expression and attitude were thoroughly professional over the next hour as Vanessa explained what piles of paperwork she could work on with the remainder of her day, how she could help Vanessa prepare, and what not to touch or go forth on without permission. Vanessa could feel her secretary's eyes flick over her when her back was turned, but she didn't, couldn't let it bother her. She didn't have time for that.

"Ready to go Ms. Lockley?" Both women turned to Brand, lounging in the doorway, openly calling the shots for Vanessa.

She really didn't have time for that.

Cheryl's eyes brightened at the sight of him, and fell demurely. Vanessa's just fell. She picked herself up, careful not to level any defiance his way, not even to ask respectfully for more time to give Cheryl any parting instructions. Brand escorted the older black woman away with a swat on her rump. Vanessa flinched, feeling her face grow hot as the insolent girl behind her gave the briefest, suppressed little titter.

How could she?! Vanessa was so clearly... Didn't Cheryl see that there was something wrong here? Vanessa had a black eye, she was behaving and acting differently yet Cheryl... and she knew Vanessa yet she...

She laughed!

Vanessa, lost in thought about her increasingly worrisome secretary, her life, barely registered Brand's wandering hand inappropriately, openly caressing her backside as they walked alongside each other. Not that she would have done anything about it anyway - except feel even worse, even sicker inside, even more self-conscious of the stares she was surely getting. She came out of her daze only when they were in the elevator.

The doors started closing on the pair, and Brand turned toward Vanessa. Something in his eyes...

In an instant, Vanessa felt herself whirled in Brand's arms and slammed against the steel elevator wall. She gasped at her sudden, almost violent repositioning, but there wasn't even time for that as Brand locked lips with her, yanked her pencil skirt up around her hips, and pressed close.

Despite her resolve to at least pretend to be more submissive to Brand, Vanessa found herself squealing, slapping, fighting for a moment against the sudden ****. Her bare ass pressed against the cold metal wall behind her. Her bush was completely bare. Her mouth was left open and **** by her own gasping and squealing - Brand pressed in. Their teeth clashed, their tongues tangled, and down below Brand spread Vanessa's nethers, opening her up to the public elevator air.

"I can't believe you kissed that creep." Brand said as their lips parted. It felt like minutes, but the slow elevator just started its rumbling journey downwards. He was looking at Vanessa, his storm-gray eyes almost... jealous. Angry. But it had been Brand! Brand's fault! Vanessa jerked again, struggling against the unfairness, against Brand's tight, violating grip on her butt and thighs that was leaving her open. "I knew you'd suck his dick, slut. I was counting on it. I can't believe you kissed him though."

Some part of Vanessa knew Brand was just attacking where she was ****, something that she had expressed verbally and he had consciously decided to pick up on. But her shame was so complete about that kiss, about everything, that it didn't matter that Brand was just twisting the knife. She shook her head. Brand's hand flashed to her hair, pulling painfully. His eyes penetrated her, forcing her words -

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, Sir. I shouldn't have done that. I'm sorry." Brand let go her hair with a final head-bobbing jerk. He backed away, and Vanessa slowly pinched and lowered her skirt.

Vanessa breathed deep. It... this was good. That she did what Brand wanted. She was supposed to be submitting, at least on the surface. And she had been given a little room for it, just like she planned.

But... she hadn't thought that, been thinking that way when she apologized. It wasn't just on the surface. She had simply wanted Brand to stop staring at her, stop making her feel so guilty about what she had been **** into - something that wasn't even her fault. She had honestly, disgracefully apologized.

"I forgive you. I know this is a lot to take in. You're a good girl, you show that to me all the time. You'll get used to it." Brand's hand went back to Vanessa's hair. She suppressed a flinch, and he... just stroked her hair. Gently. Tenderly. His eyes appeared deep and caring as they looked into hers. He played with her hair, lightly between his thick thumb and forefinger "You'll get used to everything." Vanessa felt a growing fear as she considered Brand's words. She hadn't even thought of that awful possibility - that she might actually become accustomed... that couldn't be though. She would never adjust to this hell. Brand kissed Vanessa's lips. Lightly, sweetly.

"I promise."

It was the last thing that Vanessa wanted to hear. The fact that she was growing wet below, in that dark place that kept on betraying her, didn't help her newly planted fears one bit.

The elevator stopped. Bottom floor. The doors opened. They stepped out, and Brand halted Vanessa.

"Show me your tits. I want to see them in the rear view mirror."

Vanessa's plan of submitting seemed far more dangerous than she anticipated. What if Brand was correct?

But... it was her only plan. She didn't have anything else. She didn't have another way to gain space, room to maneuver. To gain trust... whatever that might mean in this sick, twisted relationship.

Vanessa started unbuttoning her top, all too aware of the parking lot cameras capturing her latest submission. Any security guard could be watching her reveal her dark breasts, if they were actually doing their jobs. But she didn't have a choice.

"What's for dinner?"

Vanessa paused for a moment. What was for dinner? What had she been doing, planning just a little more than an hour ago? She was normally quick, a good multitasker, but it was so hard to think like this, "Uh, a... green beans and lemon-garlic chicken." Facts. Data, known data. It actually felt better to think about something else. Having attained its goal, Vanessa's mind clung to her meal plan as her hands began working again. "It's got potatoes too it's just not in the name. I found it online." Her shirt and jacket came off without further problem. Brand held out his hands, letting Vanessa drape her clothing over his forearm as she continued and started on her bra, "The chicken is to be pan roasted. It shouldn't take more than an hour..." Vanessa paused.

What would they do together until that hour? Her meal planning, her domestic enslavement was becoming far more appealing by the moment.

Jesus, how would her weekend go? Tomorrow was Friday. How would Brand use that free time?

Every free moment that Vanessa had to spend with Brand in the upcoming days... weeks... months suddenly loomed in her mind. Her brain stopped working, frozen at the whirling of possibilities her future would surely contain.

"Good. We have plenty of time then."

Vanessa, bare breasted, handed her bra over to Brand.

"We're going shopping."

Brand held her clothing for her as Vanessa's heels clicked behind him, her bare breasts swaying with her gait.

Shopping?

Vanessa crossed her arms over herself, holding her shoulders tight. Not to protect her revealed chest - to cover her pokey, upright, deep chocolate nipples from the public space around her, but because she felt so utterly cold inside.