Ramya: Raj bends me over and delivers an ultimatum

Raj ignores me for ten minutes, then opens my office door without knocking. He stares, I grin, and he shuts the door behind him.

He stares at my nipples poking through my top for a few seconds while I notice the generous bulge in his jeans, then I lay into him. "What did you do to me?"

He gives a cocky grin and replies, "Explain, Ramya."

We've never talked about "us" in any way at work before, but I'm going there now. "Your girl was right. I masturbate thinking about what you did to me. The pain. Submitting. Make it make sense."

He gets a chair and moves it to the front of my desk before continuing. "You are a natural submissive. You crave it. But it's not like people think. Tell me what else you've noticed that's different."

"I have zero tolerance for weak men," I say.

"I noticed," he chuckles. "You walked all over that guy from Marketing today. He won't disagree with you publicly again."

"When you had me beaten, you wiped out most of the dating pool for me. I just can't suffer most men now. Raj, I met an Indian for my parents last weekend. I just... I can't. He was nothing. There's plenty of chauvinism in the men I've met for the whole arranged marriage thing, but no masculinity, no true power to back it up." Raj is nodding empathetically. "I don't think I can marry an Indian."

"Then don't. You should marry a white American."

"What?" His quick answer surprises me. "Okay. Why are you telling me this?"

"You're Christian, not Hindu, right?" He waits for my nod. "Good. And we just found out you're already a quarter German. You're westernized. You have a preference for white men."

I shrug my shoulders. "Maybe. Mostly. My parents would shit."

"I doubt it. Wait until you start cranking out light-skinned grandkids for them and see."

"Oh my God," I say and inevitably blush.

He leans in, stares at my tits again, then says. "Ramya, I am the only Indian that's good enough for you."

I shake my head in mock disbelief. "You're so arrogant. I rejected you already. And it's Ms. Venkatesan to you," I laugh, thinking of how he addressed me in the audition. Still, there's a compliment to me there in his arrogant words, and it lands well.

His eyes drift. At first I think he's just pondering how awesome I am and how horribly sad he will be for the rest of his life without me, then I notice with horror that he's looking at my panties that I left on my desk! My blush deepens.

Raj stands and comes around my desk. "Stand up, let me see you," he says.

"Um... What? Okay." I stand, and Raj pushes the chair out of the way.

"Bend over the desk," he commands.

I was so mad at him. I turned down his money and walked away from the chance to be his wife. But now I feel compelled to obey. Something shifted during those fifty strokes and kept growing in the weeks we worked together without ever speaking of it. The seed he planted has rooted. I bend, put my hands on the desk, and arch my back.

He's pushing impatiently on my upper back. "Lower. Flatten your breasts on the desk."

I comply, putting my tits on my desk and looking forward with my arms gripping the other side of the desk.

Why am I doing this for him? He doesn't own me. He does not have this right.

Raj lifts my skater skirt, and my bare bum is presented to him. I already spread my legs to get low enough to lean on the desk, so cool air circulates around my exposed pussy and tickles the wet flesh. He rests one hand on my lower back. The other traces over the smooth skin of my ass. "You healed completely from the caning. I'm glad," he murmurs. “Not a mark left. You’ve got the best ass in this entire company, Ramya. Every man at this company wants to fuck you. They just don’t have what it takes to succeed.”

"Some of them have tried," I say with a nervous laugh.

I should stand up. I should not let him control me like this!

I ignore the rational side of my mind as it screams. The submissive part of me has been simmering and waiting too long to come out and play.

"Have you been fucked in the pussy yet? You've had some time since the audition."

"No," I whisper, embarrassed when I should be proud.

He chuckles. "Such a waste." Then he grips the globes of my muscular ass and spreads my cheeks. "Your pussy is wet. The lips are swollen and parted," he observes quietly. “Were you masturbating before I got here?”

"Yes," I admit. It doesn't occur to me to lie or deny him this view he hasn't earned. "I use two fingers now."

He gives a low, amused sound. “Not worried about that virginity test anymore?”

“I’m still very tight,” I say. “I’m careful.”

Raj's zipper slides down. My heart races, and sure enough, I soon feel the fat head pressing against my lips. I gasp, but I don't move. The shaft behind it is rock hard.

Raj nudges forward, just enough to seat the tip inside me and part the lips. I freeze, unable to move or process why I am letting this happen. But deep down, I know the truth. I am his. If he wants to fuck me, I will let him do it. He mercifully slips out, then rubs the head lower, teasing out my clit. I groan.

"I can tell you're tight still," he says. "But if you can take two fingers comfortably, you're ready for cock. It might hurt a little, but not as much as if you'd been deflowered before your audition."

"I know."

Raj nudges my opening again. I gasp as the head almost pops in. He's a big boy. Then he chuckles and puts his cock back and zips up.

I feel a weird sense of loss. He could have fucked me, and I wouldn't have stopped him. He knows it, loves the power he has over me.

Raj leans down, kisses my back right above my butt crack. "I want you to lose your virginity this weekend. You will call me afterward and tell me everything.”

I swallow. My voice comes out small but clear. “Ok.”

“Goodnight, Ms. Venkatesan.”

The door clicks shut behind him.

I remain bent over the desk for a moment longer, pulse racing, the order sitting heavy in my chest, already knowing I am going to obey.