Clarissa McDermitt had a problem, she was hopelessly in love with her employer. With most men it wouldn't have been a problem, since Clarissa had the face of an angel, the body of a harem girl, and the hidden passion of a volcano. Long chestnut hair covered her back like a cape, and she should have been able to attract the attention of any male. But it hadn't worked out with Al Sykes.
She couldn't figure out what she was doing wrong. She was highly intelligent, so she knew she didn't turn him off by being stupid. She knew she had a nice body and nice features. He had to be able to see her interest. So why didn't he notice she was alive? In all her twenty-two years she had never met a man who made her feel like he did - but he never even noticed her' In actual fact, Al had noticed her just fine, but he wasn't about to do anything about it. He was a cocksman of some repute, and he would have loved a romp with Clarissa, but he had a policy against messing with the hired help, no matter how tempting it was. It took a great deal of self-control to ignore the availability signals she was putting out, but he'd managed. So far.
Clarissa almost despaired of attracting him. In desperation, she unburdened her troubled heart to her roommate, Kate Westerhouse. Kate was far more experienced than she, maybe she'd know how to get Al's attention.
"So that's it," Clarissa said. "I'd done everything but a strip tease and he's never noticed. What am I doing wrong?"
"Nothing," Kate said, brushing her hair slow. "Everything you've done so far should have worked. Maybe you just need a more drastic approach."
"Like what?"
"That depends on how serious you are." Clarissa's eyes expressed her seriousness, and Kate nodded. 'Well, it may not be the most fun in the world, but there's one way that never fails...."
Later, Clarissa could never quite understand how she'd come to accept Kate's advice. It was so - so bizarre! But Kate was right, it certainly ought to work. All she needed was an opportunity, and she found that all right, the next weekend. Al would be working that Saturday while everyone else in the plant was gone - all she needed to do was be waiting for him when he arrived.
By the time Clarissa heard feet on the floor outside the office, she wasn't at all sure she hadn't made a terrible mistake. She was sunk in a dull pain, for the hot spurts in her outraged shoulders had been replaced by the dull, numb ache of choked circulation and long-term stress. Her earlier eroticism had vanished in the face of the realities of pain - and the knowledge of approaching humiliation when her boss opened his door and saw her there! Every reaction trained into her from childhood said what she was doing was wrong, dirty, even sinful. It was demeaning and degrading. Yet her need for Al Sykes had driven her to do it, and she could only curse herself for a fool and curse Kate for suggesting it.
The door opened and Al Sykes stepped in, carrying a briefcase. He glanced at his desk and froze, taking in the dangling beauty hanging from the ceiling behind it. His briefcase thudded to the floor as he stared.
She was worth staring at. The ropes and cuffs emphasized Clarissa's soft beauty and classic bone structure, just as the tiny, white satin triangles of her lingerie covered her treasures without hiding them. She was coated with sweat from the stress of her night of suspension bondage, and she gleamed under the lights. Al stared about the office as if expecting someone to attack him from a corner, then walked slowly towards her, face incredulous.
Clarissa wanted to die! In her fantasies she hadn't pictured it happening quite this way. Al was supposed tone so smitten with her that he raced to her, ripped off her clothing and his, and fucked her passionately. He wasn't supposed to be so dumb-founded that lust was the last thing on his mind! All she'd done was make an utter fool of herself - and probably lost her job in the bargain!
Al was about to round the desk when he saw the piece of paper in his typewriter. He took it out and smoothed it as he read it, his eyes going over the words three times before they penetrated.
"Dear Al," the note said. "I've done everything I can think of to attract your attention, and you've ignored me. Well, I figure you can't ignore this. If you want me, you can have me - any way you want. If not, I gave it my best shot, Clarissa."
Late Friday night, Clarissa let herself into the plant. The cleaning crews were gone and she knew the security guards' routine well enough to avoid them all. She let herself into Al's office and closed the door quietly. Enough light spilled in from the parking lot poly-arcs to show her what she needed to see.
Clarissa knew she had to work fast before she lost her nerve so she wasted no time. She stripped off her coat and wiggled out of her dress, folding them both over a chair. Then she sat at Al's typewriter and typed out her message to him, leaving the paper in the machine. She opened her purse and took out the coil of rope and the leather wrist cuffs Kate had given her.
Clarissa stood on a chair, stretching on tiptoe to thread rope through an eye bolt in the ceiling. She knew it was sunk firmly into a rafter above because she'd been there when Al installed it to hold a hanging plant basket, long since deceased. Then, still standing on the chair, she bent over and tied her ankles together, jerking the ropes good and tight. She winced a little at the pressure of the hemp and she felt hot tingles of arousal in her crotch as she went higher and tied her knees together. Then she slid the free end of the ceiling rope through her wrist cuffs and tied it tight so the open cuffs dangled just above her eye level. She licked her lips nervously and took the gag from her purse, fitting it tightly into her mouth and strapping it behind her head. She took a deep breath and yanked the roller buckle painfully tight, eyes popping open as the ball spurted between her teeth and parted her jaws. It hurt, but she could stand it. She just hoped she could stand the rest of her plan!
She managed to fasten the wrist cuffs snugly around her wrists despite the awkward angle. She stood, trembling, swaying slightly on her bound feet. Then she took another deep breath, closed her eyes, and kicked the chair over on the carpeted floor. She plummeted downward perhaps six inches before the rope on her wrists came taut with a jerk. She groaned with pain, feeling sudden fire in her shoulders. Her body spun slowly this way and that and she felt as if her arms were tearing out of their sockets. She blinked tears, not having realized just how much it would hurt, but there was nothing she could do about it now. She'd made sure of that herself. There was no way to get herself loose, and the gag prevented her from calling for anyone else. She swung back towards the rest of the room and saw the lighted digital clock on Al's desk. 2:35 - and he wouldn't be in until 8:00 or 9:00 at the earliest. She bit at her gag and tried to tell herself she hadn't made a terrible mistake.
Al stared at the note in disbelief, but there was no denying its content. Clarissa had sneaked in here - probably late last night - and hung herself up like a side of beef, just to attract his attention. The seriousness of her interest in him was suddenly clear, even if he'd never heard of anyone going to such lengths to declare it!
His first instinct was to take her down immediately and assure her that he got the message. Then, maybe a little later, they could move on to more pleasurable pursuits. If she wanted him that badly, then by God she could have him. But then his other instincts began to probe at him. He'd never had an opportunity like this before. She'd tied herself up, gagged herself, and left herself alone with him in a deserted plant. Why, he could do anything to her, and he even had her permission to do it!
Al argued sternly with himself. He shouldn't take advantage of her this way! But wasn't she begging him to? And besides…
The "besides" were his hormones. Al was as lusty as the next man, and the sight of Clarissa's helpless charms had a disturbing effect on his libido which he couldn't deny and didn't want to. There were things he'd always wanted to do with a woman, yet had never done. Here was the golden opportunity, presented to him on the proverbial silver platter.
Al folded the note carefully and laid it on the blotter, then turned to survey Clarissa more closely. He could see the pain in her brown eyes, and the pleading helplessness in their depths. Was she pleading to be released? Maybe she was but he preferred to think she was asking for something else. Something he'd much rather do.
A1 reached out and stroke her fluttering, sweaty bel1y. Clarissa's eyes widened at the touch of his hot hand on her chilled flesh. The juices began to bubble deep inside her, super-heated in a strange way by her helplessness and her long yearning from the moment he noticed her. She managed to push her belly against his hand and saw his eyebrows rise in speculation. Then his hands rose higher, squeezing her breasts through the satin, tickling her erect nipples. She moaned and quivered, swaying from her numb arms and closing her eyes in surrender as he slid a hand into her panties and cupped her crotch, forcing his fingers between her roped thighs. She felt him pressing her clitoris and knew her juices were pooling in the palm of his hand.
A1 nodded to himself. She was hot, all right, hotter'n a nine-dollar pistol. He decided to take that as confirmation and to proceed to do what he really wanted to do. He began to remove own clothing.
Clarissa stared in some confusion as he peeled his shirt from his powerful chest and shoulders. Why wasn't he taking her down to make love to her? Maybe that would come later, after he had his clothes off. She watched eagerly as he removed his trousers and shorts, exposing a rampant erection far larger than she had expected. Her eyes widened at the curving scimitar that lanced from his loins and she felt a momentary quiver of fear. She'd never taken a cock that large before!
Al opened a desk drawer and took out a tube of ointment. Clarissa wondered what he was going to do with it, but he moved around behind her before she could see. She tried to turn head, but her aching arms were in the way, so she didn't see A1 slowly and carefully greasing his hard shaft of male meat. He spread the ointment thickly before he was satisfied.
Al moved closer behind his unexpected treasure and untied her knees. Clarissa sighed with relief as the rope came away maybe he was going to untie her now. But Al had other plans. He gripped a thigh in either hand and lifted Clarissa slightly, easing the stress on her arms and opening the crevice of her ass. Clarissa moaned with relief as the tension came off her arms, sure now he was going to free her. But he didn't. Instead he aligned himself carefully with her virgin anus and slid forward, dropping her lower with the same motion.
Clarissa's eyes bulged in shock and pain as white-hot pain seared into her ass. She writhed and bucked, squealing through her nose in feminine anguish. But it was useless, the penetration had been too quick. too powerful. He was already inside her before she even knew he was going to attack!
She moaned as he stood absolutely motionless, buried to the shaft in lower bowels. Friction pain seared along her nerves and he was so huge she thought her bowels must split with the pressure. The heat of his hard maleness radiated into her like a white-hot spike. No one had ever fucked her ass before. It hurt!
Then one of Al's hands reached around in front of her. She moaned again as he trailed his fingers through her chestnut love curls, stroking her gently. She stared down between the slopes of her straining breasts and jerked in surprise as his fire-finger penetrated her, crooking inside her sheath to press against his cock through her inner tissues. The sensation was indescribable - but it was wantonly arousing, too, despite the pain in her ass. And his knuckle nudged gently against her clitoris, each touch jolting her with flashes of electric tension. She moaned and quivered, unable to cope with the sensations coursing through her intimate flesh. She didn't know if she felt agony or bliss!
Then he began to move within her. She sobbed and her hands clenched into ivory-knuckled fists with the slow, tearing pain in her ass. Her muscles fought to lock him motionless, increasing her pain. But with every movement, his finger pressed against himself, trapping herself through her and filling her sheath while his knuckle brushed her clitoris into searing pleasure. She wept and moaned through her gag, but the confused maelstrom of sensations within her body defeated her efforts to comprehend them. Clarissa reached mental overload and went limp, surrendering passively to whatever Al wanted to do.
It worked a miracle! As soon as her muscles released their frenzied lock on his erection the pain in her ass faded to a fraction of what it had been. It still hurt, but the hurt was now far less than the pleasure blazing in her clitoris and breasts. She gasped with the sensation and her muscles gripped his finger like a vise. Then, fearfully, hesitantly, she gripped with her ass muscles. She heard Al gasp with pleasure even while fresh pain stabbed her bowels, but she understood the workings of it now. She had come to give pleasure to him, and she would!
Al's eyes dazed as her muscles squeezed rhythmically and her sweating ass humped to meet his every stroke. God! The little bitch was getting off on it! And so was he, by God! He sped up his pace, pounding in and out of her harder and harder, and tears rolled down her cheeks with the pain. She looked down and saw her breasts bouncing up and down with the fury of his assault and she closed her eyes, her breath exploding in short, gasping pants through her nose. Yet all she had to do to relieve the agony was relax, and every time she relaxed as he withdrew, fresh pleasure spiraled in her mind and body.
Clarissa writhed, a beautiful butterfly pinned on contrasting shafts of pleasure and pain that pierced her innermost being. Her mind wavered on the edge of coherent thought and she felt her fires building higher and higher. When Al hosed a jolting, jubilant blast of white lava into her bowels, she boiled in response, arching away from him as she quivered in the grip of jagged orgasm, shooting the rapids of lust like a ship in a tide race.
Slowly, slowly, Clarissa relaxed, hanging limp in her ropes once more as she regained control of her faculties. A new awareness tingled deep within her, and if it had not been for the gag, she would have smiled, a bittersweet smile, but a smile nonetheless.
She had set out to trap Al. She had to admit it now. She had set a trap for him and baited in with her body, desperate to capture his attention and his affection. Well, it had worked. The tender way his hands now explored her sweating, pleasure-aching breasts was proof of that. But it had worked another way, too, one she had not anticipated it might. Al was making no effort to release her from her ropes, nor would he. Clarissa knew that now. He had tasted the pleasure of her bound beauty, and he would want to taste it again and again and again.
And the supreme irony of it was that what she had intended as a one-time only trap had set its spell on her as well. She didn't want to be released. Not ever. She wanted to spend the rest of her life pleasuring him and drinking in the pain-pleasure he would give in return. Clarissa had set a velvet trap, and the silken jaws had closed not once, but twice. She was as trapped as Al. She only hoped that he had enjoyed it as much as she had.
The End
