The Company Retreat Day 1

The tension between Andrew and me had been building for weeks. Ever since I’d taken the job, he had become more watchful and even suspicious. It wasn’t hard to see why—our sex life had dwindled to almost nothing, and I was sure he could sense the distance between us. I couldn’t bring myself to fake it with him anymore, to pretend that I still craved him the way I once had. Mark had long since taken that part of me. The few times we had sex now were just to keep Andrew off my back, to give him enough so he wouldn’t ask too many questions. But each time he slid into bed beside me, fumbling through his predictable routine, I felt nothing. I let him fuck me, but my mind was always somewhere else, far from the dull rhythm of our marriage.

That night, as I packed my bag for the company retreat, the tension between us finally reached its breaking point. Andrew stood in the doorway, his arms crossed, his face twisted with frustration.

“I don’t get why you need to go to this retreat,” he said, his voice edged with irritation. “You’ve been distant for weeks, barely touching me, and now you’re running off to some corporate getaway? What’s going on, Rachel?”

I didn’t turn around. I couldn’t look at him. Instead, I kept folding my clothes, keeping my hands busy to distract myself from the rising wave of annoyance. He had no idea—no idea what my life had become, what kind of release I had found outside of him. The job, the secret meetings with Mark, the control he had over me—it had opened something inside me that Andrew would never understand.

“It’s work, Andrew,” I said, my voice calm but firm. “The retreat is mandatory. It’s part of the job.”

“Mandatory? Really?” he scoffed, stepping closer, the frustration in his voice thickening. “You’ve never needed a job before. And now, suddenly, you’re too busy for me? You barely even look at me anymore, Rachel.”

I paused, finally turning to face him. His eyes searched mine, looking for something—some answer, some reassurance that things were still the same between us. But they weren’t. I wasn’t the same. Not after everything I’d done, everything I’d experienced with Mark and his colleagues. Andrew still thought I was the same woman he had married years ago, but he was wrong. I had changed. I had become something more.

“I’m not avoiding you, Andrew,” I said, my voice more controlled now, though the frustration still simmered beneath the surface. “I’m doing what I need to do. This retreat is important, and I’m going.”

His jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing as if he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “So that’s it? You’re just going to go off for the weekend like nothing’s wrong? Like we’re fine?”

I stared at him, my resolve hardening. I had tried to keep the peace, to give him just enough attention so he wouldn’t dig too deep. But this retreat wasn’t about him—it wasn’t about us. It was about Mark, about surrendering fully to the life I’d been pulled into. And I wasn’t going to let Andrew stand in the way of that.

“I’m going, Andrew,” I repeated, my voice firmer now. “I need this, and I’m not going to argue with you about it.”

He stared at me for a long moment, the disbelief clear in his eyes. But I didn’t care. I had made my choice long before this conversation. This retreat was about more than work—it was about giving myself to Mark completely, letting him push me further than ever before. Andrew had no idea, and I intended to keep it that way.

The company retreat had been on the calendar for weeks, but from the moment Mark mentioned it during one of our secret meetings, I knew this weekend wouldn’t be like any others. There was a darkness to Mark’s tone when he casually dropped hints about what would happen at the secluded lakeside resort—far from the office, far from prying eyes. My heart raced as I packed my bag, carefully placing lace lingerie under the professional outfits required for the weekend’s official "team-building" activities. My mind wasn’t on the workshops or group dinners. I knew why I was going.

As the company shuttle rumbled up the winding road toward the resort, I could barely focus on the chatter around me. Mark sat beside me, calm, and composed, like always. To the outside world, we were just colleagues, but beneath that professional exterior, he held all the control. I felt his power in every stolen glance, in the way his knee brushed mine when no one was looking. His presence alone sent shivers down my spine. My body was already responding to the anticipation of what I knew was coming.

By the time we arrived at the resort, the sun was setting over the sprawling grounds. The lake shimmered under the fading light, and the cabins stood nestled among the trees, secluded and perfect for what was about to happen. We all checked into our rooms, and I went through the motions of normality—smiling at co-workers and engaging in polite small talk. But my thoughts kept returning to Mark, to the others who were in on our secret. They were waiting. They knew what the night would bring.

It was almost 11 p.m. when I received the message from Mark:

"15 minutes, Wear nothing but your collar, kneel and wait"

My heart raced as I read the words. I had known it was coming, but the directness of his command, the reminder of my submission, sent a rush of heat through my body. I stood in front of the mirror in my cabin, my fingers trembling slightly as I fastened the black leather collar around my neck. It was the only thing I wore, just as Mark had instructed. Mark had told me before that this weekend would push my limits, that I’d be used in ways I hadn’t yet imagined. The idea thrilled me. I was his, after all—his to command, his to share. And tonight, he would do exactly that.

I knelt as instructed and waited, My breath caught in my throat as I saw them: Mark, and three of his colleagues—Derek, Kyle, and James entered my cabin, their gazes fixed on me. They had all used me before, and now, here they were, going to claim me again. Mark locked the door behind him.

Mark’s voice broke the heavy silence. “Good girl. Come here.”

I moved toward him, my body trembling slightly, my body already responding to the weight of their eyes on me. I was naked, completely exposed, the collar around my neck a symbol of my submission. When I reached Mark, his hand reached out to touch my skin. His fingers traced the line of my collarbone before drifting lower, his touch light but commanding. Mark’s hand brushed my cheek, a silent approval of my obedience before he motioned to the others. The men stepped forward, their gazes dark with desire, ready to take me.

They all undressed, preparing to use me, Derek was the first. His cock was already hard as he stood in front of me, I opened my mouth willingly, taking him in, feeling the familiar weight of his cock on my tongue. He groaned, his hand tangling in my hair as he pushed deeper, filling my mouth until I gagged slightly, but I didn’t stop. I knew what they wanted—what Mark wanted—and I would give it to them without hesitation.

Behind me, I felt Kyle’s hands spreading my ass cheeks, his fingers cold with lube as he prepared me. My body tensed for a moment, but the anticipation was too much. I wanted this. Needed it. When I felt the head of his cock press against my asshole, I moaned around Derek’s cock, my knees buckling slightly from the overwhelming sensation.

Mark’s voice, smooth and commanding, echoed in the room. “Take them, Rachel. Every hole. You know what to do.”

Kyle pushed into my ass slowly at first, letting me adjust to the fullness, but soon he was thrusting hard, the slickness of the lube making it easier. The pain mixed with pleasure, sending waves of heat coursing through me as he fucked my ass, each thrust making my body shake. Derek groaned as I continued to suck him, his cock hitting the back of my throat with each thrust. My body was stretched and used, and I loved every second of it.

The men took turns. Derek came first, pulling out just in time to cum across my face, his hot, sticky release covering my cheeks and lips. I swallowed the drops that hit my tongue before Kyle pulled out of my ass and lay on the floor and pulled me on top of him, he guided his cock to my pussy and I pushed down, swallowing his full length, both of us groaning. James got behind me and pushed his cock into my ass, it was time for double penetration, something I adored, they both began to fuck me, and the sensation was overwhelming. It wasn’t long before they each filled my holes with their cum, I felt each squirt up my ass and up my pussy, I groaned and closed my eyes.

Mark watched the entire time, his eyes never leaving me as his colleagues used me. There was something almost primal in the way he looked at me as if he were watching his creation come to life. He knew what I had become—what he had made me. And tonight, I was giving myself fully to him, and to them.

Each man took his turn, filling my mouth, my pussy, my ass. They came in me, on me, their hot cum dripping down my skin, mixing with sweat and lube. My body was a mess, trembling, barely able to hold itself up as they used me without mercy. I was nothing more than a vessel for their pleasure, and I wanted it more than anything.

By the time James finished, groaning as he pulled out of my ass, I could barely move. My body was spent, every hole aching, my skin slick with their cum. But it wasn’t over. Mark stood then, his cock hard and ready as he moved behind me. He didn’t need to say anything. I knew what was coming.

With one swift motion, he thrust into my ass, his cock sliding easily into the cum-filled hole, the mixture of their releases making it slick. I gasped, my hands gripping the floor as he fucked me slowly at first, savouring the moment. His hands gripped my hips, pulling me back into him with each thrust, harder and deeper until I felt like I might break.

“You’re mine,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous. “Don’t ever forget that.”

I moaned in response, my body trembling as he fucked me harder, the sound of his hips slamming against my ass filling the cabin. My mind was spinning, my body completely given over to him, to them. This was where I belonged—on my knees, being fucked, being filled with their cum. I was theirs.

Mark came hard, his cock buried deep in my ass as his hot cum filled me, adding to the mix of fluids already inside me. He groaned as he finished, holding me in place for a moment before finally pulling out. I collapsed onto the floor, my body trembling, completely spent, but there was a deep satisfaction coursing through me.

I had given them everything. I had taken everything. And I loved every second of it.

As I lay there, panting, covered in sweat and cum, Mark knelt beside me, his fingers tracing the line of my jaw. “Good girl,” he whispered, his voice soft now, full of approval. “You’ve done well tonight.”

I smiled, exhausted but fulfilled, knowing that this weekend had only just begun.

Derek, Kyle, and James got dressed, their balls empty and they left my cabin satisfied. After a few minutes, I got up and Mark helped me, he walked me to the bathroom, sat me down ,ran the shower, waited until it was nice and warm and we took a shower together, the water cascading over my used, spent body revitalized me, gave me new energy and I began to wash my master all over, he then did the same.

We got out of the shower and dried each other and Mark didn’t say a word, and neither did I. His eyes locked onto mine, dark and hungry, and without hesitation, he pulled me into him, his lips crashing against mine. The kiss was raw, intense, and filled with all the need and passion I had been suppressing for weeks. I melted into him, my body surrendering instantly as his hands slid down my back, gripping me tightly, possessively.

We didn’t speak at first. His eyes met mine, and in that moment, words weren’t necessary. The need between us was palpable, but tonight it wasn’t urgent or rough like it had been before. Tonight, something softer passed between us, something deeper. He reached out, his hand cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing gently across my skin. I leaned into his touch, my heart swelling with a tenderness I hadn’t expected.

"Rachel," he whispered, his voice low, intimate. There was something in the way he said my name, something that made my breath catch.

I didn’t respond, just closed the space between us, pressing my lips to his in a slow, lingering kiss. His arms wrapped around me, pulling me closer, and I melted into him, letting the warmth of his body seep into mine. The kiss was tender, and unhurried, as if we had all the time in the world. His lips moved softly against mine, each touch igniting something inside me, but it wasn’t the usual frantic lust that had consumed us before. This was something different, something more.

I shivered as he touched my skin, but the warmth of his hands soothed me. He kissed my collarbone, and the curve of my neck, and I sighed, my body already responding to his touch. There was no rush, no urgency—just the steady build of desire as we explored each other slowly like it was the first time all over again.

Mark’s hands roamed my body, but they were gentle and reverent. He took in every inch of me with soft caresses, his lips trailing kisses along my jawline, down my chest. I let my fingers trace the lines of his body as well, feeling the heat of his skin under my touch. I pressed my hands against his bare chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat beneath my palms. I loved the feel of him—strong, solid, yet tender in moments like this.

He laid me down on the bed, his body hovering above mine as he kissed me again, slower this time, more intimate. Our breaths mingled, the room filled with the soft sound of our lips meeting, the quiet intensity between us deepening with each touch. I arched into him, my hands tangling in his hair as he pressed his forehead against mine, our bodies so close I could feel his heart beating in time with mine.

When he finally entered me, it was with such care, such tenderness, that I gasped softly, my eyes fluttering shut as I wrapped my legs around him. His movements were slow and deliberate, every thrust filled with passion but not rushed. He moved with me, his hands never leaving my skin, his lips finding mine between gasps of pleasure. It was like we were completely in sync, our bodies entwined in a rhythm we both knew instinctively.

“Rachel,” he whispered against my ear, his breath warm, sending shivers down my spine. “You feel incredible.”

I moaned softly in response, my fingers gripping his shoulders, my body lost in the warmth, the closeness of him. I wasn’t just submitting to him this time—it was more than that. He was giving me something too, something real, something I hadn’t felt in so long.

His pace stayed slow, his hips moving with mine in perfect harmony, each movement sending waves of pleasure coursing through me. My body arched into him, needing more of his touch, more of this quiet intimacy. I could feel myself coming undone, but it wasn’t the frantic release I was used to. This was something deeper, something that built slowly, filling every part of me until I was trembling beneath him.

He kissed me deeply as I came, swallowing my soft moans, his body pressed tightly against mine as he held me through the intensity of it. I clung to him, my nails digging into his back as the pleasure washed over me, leaving me breathless, completely consumed by him.

Mark came moments later, his release slow and quiet, his lips still pressed to mine as he groaned softly against my mouth. I felt his body tense, the warmth of him spilling into me, filling me in the most intimate way. He stayed like that for a long moment, both of us breathing heavily, our bodies still tangled together.

When he finally pulled away, it wasn’t with the usual abruptness, but with care. He rolled to the side, pulling me into his arms, my head resting against his chest. His hand stroked my hair, the tenderness in his touch almost overwhelming. We lay there in the quiet, the only sound the soft hum of the night outside the window.

“I’m yours,” I whispered, my voice barely audible in the dark, my heart swelling with a kind of peace I hadn’t felt in a long time.

Mark kissed the top of my head, his arms tightening around me as he whispered back, “And I’m yours.”

We stayed like that for hours, wrapped up in each other, the world outside forgotten. In that moment, nothing else mattered. It was just us—tender, passionate, and exactly where we both belonged. We both sank into a deep sleep.