Meeting Gone Wrong, Part 1

:I sat opposite the bank manager in his pinstripe navy suit, sky blue tie and crisp white shirt as he looked at figures on the screen, tapping the keyboard intermittently, his eyes roaming the sheets of data at his fingertips,  occasionally glancing my way.  I smoothed out the skirt of my mid length, maroon, corseted leather dress and leaned back into the chair, I caught the eye of the manager and slowly crossed my legs gracefully before brushing my long flame locks from my shoulders.   I ran the tips of my fingers across the bare flesh of my knee and smiled at the male before me:  “So Marcus,  do we have a deal?”  He tapped a couple of buttons again before a smile crossed his lips. “Yes Miss Termagant,  I do believe that now we have your deposit and your paperwork is completed, everything is in order,  the First Bank of Caldwell is happy to approve your loan.”  :A smile flashed across my lips, excitement that finally I would be able to run my own bar instead of working at one bubbled in my stomach::  “Really?  That is fantastic,  thank you so much, you have no idea how much this means to me.”  

:He got up and circled around his mahogany desk and reached out to me,  I stood up and slipped my hand into his and shook it.  “It was a pleasure to do business with Miss Termagant.  Now,  can I interest you in a post deal drink or two?”  He was gripping my hand slightly tighter than was strictly necessary, his thumb rubbing the back of my hand in a circular motion.  I wrestled my hand from his vice like grip and rubbed the feeling back into my digits.  I shook my head slowly, a smile forced upon my rouged lips:  “Thank you Marcus,  but I already have plans tonight,  perhaps some other time.”  His eyes looked over me hungrily and I knew the thoughts that consumed his mind,  the same that ran through most Males and I knew I should leave as soon as I was able.  His smile dropped,  the fire in his eyes dulled slightly as he realized I was giving him the brush off.  His darkening features told me that he wasn’t used to hearing the word No.

I bent over to pick up my purse, leaning over the side of my chair, my eyes off of Marcus for mere moments,  but that distraction was enough.  Whilst I was busy with my attempt to leave his office quickly, Marcus’s hand snaked behind his back and grabbed a paperweight from his desktop and palmed its weight.  As I began to stand,  returning to my full height,  Marcus swung hard and fast, cracking the paperweight off of the back of my skull. My knees’ buckled as consciousness threatened to abandon me.   

My vision swam in a sea of black dots as my weight fell backwards into Marcus’s waiting arms,  his biceps clamping my body close to him as he ground his growing erection against my ass.  I struggled weakly in his arms as a rivulet of blood trickled down through my hair onto my forehead, tracing down my face, mixing with my tears.  I whimpered as he leaned in toward me, his tongue running up the side of my face, catching the blood mixed tears, he groaned with enjoyment.  “I wonder if all of you tastes as good”

Marcus half marched, half carried me over to his desk and pinned me to the front of it. His voice a low guttural growl in the shell of my ear as he leaned over my shoulder “Deny me, will you Whore?  Somehow I don’t think so.  I gave you something, so it’s only fair you give me something in return!”  My lips moved and words spilled incoherently from them. “Marcus…plea...”  Before I could say anymore,  Marcus’s hand slid up to the nape of my neck and grasped it firmly. With one quick movement he slammed my face off of the surface of his desk,  a crack reverberated around the office as my nose broke,  blood gushing from it, in hot streams.  As I tried to mumble a complaint,  utter a scream,  he lifted my head from the table and brought it down hard again,  my cheekbone didn’t stand a chance against the sturdiness of the desk,  it shattered as if it were made of glass.  I felt his knee force itself between my legs, spreading them apart with ease.  With a rough hand he forced my dress up, over the curve of ass, exposing my milky flesh to his hungry eyes. His hand came down heavy and hard against the meat of my ass check, causing my body to jerk against the desk and his hold. As he felt his grip loosen against his hold,  he grabbed my arm and pulled it from where I had been clutching at the side of the desk, behind me, over the small of my back.  I tried as hard as I could to buck him off, I wriggled under his iron grip, but the hold on my wrist grew tighter, the angle he held my arm at grew sharper, until I heard it.  The sound of bones shattering as the bastard broke my arm.  I screamed in agony and he laughed, letting go of my useless arm, he slapped my ass once more, harder than before:  “Come on Annalee...I know you wanted this,  look how you are dressed,  that dress….fuck that dress…!  You were just begging for it baby! :The blood oozed from the wound on my head, and I writhed under him, it poured down my face in a hot coppery river.  I tried to clear my vision of the darkness that threatened to envelope me but it was no use, with each blink the river of black became a sea and within mere seconds I was drowning,  swallowed whole by unconsciousness,  left defenceless at the hands of this monster.