They were all watching her, every man and woman in the office, every one she had ever worked with, they all stood there, watching her, laughing and pointing at her and there was nothing she could do to stop them. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, her heart pounding as she struggled in his grasp. No, this wasn't happening, he couldn't have brought her here; if she closed her eyes it would all go away and she'd be safe again.

"You're my slave, Linda. That's all you'll ever be now," he growled against her ear, the hard length of his still clothed body pressed against her all too naked back. "Accept it and show the world your true self. Don't fight me on what's going to happen. I don't want you disgracing me. Is that clear?"

"Y-yes, Master." She forced the words into life. "I-I understand."

"I will push you to your limits and beyond my slave. I will break you and reform you in the way that you need to be. By the time I am finished with you, you'll be unable to deal with life as anything other than my slave. It's who you were meant to be and you will come to accept that no matter what I put you through. You will be unable to remember a time when you lived any other way."

Terror boiled in the pit of her stomach as she tried to move, to cover herself only to find that her hands were locked into cuffs behind her back. She couldn't speak. Her throat was too tight, her heart racing too fast as she tried to shrink back against Mark, hoping he would protect her from the others in the room. A room that had always offered her safety until this point, she should have been in control here, he'd stolen that from her, stolen it and she'd never get it back.

"I always knew she was nothing more than a slut!" A man's voice pierced through the throng of mocking comments. She knew that voice, didn't she? But her memory refused to put a name to the man. "Show us what she can do, Mark! Put her through her paces! I want to see what she can do."

"We all do. Stuck up little bitch needs to know her place, she's ordered me around too many times!" Heather called out from the crowd.

Heather? What was she doing here? Hadn't Mark said Heather was a problem?

"Please Master, don't. Don't do this to me." Her voice little more than a whisper but she had to hope he would hear her. Her heart threatened to sink into the pit of her stomach as her toes pressed against the industrial carpet tiling that covered the floor. "Let me go home, Master -- please, I'm begging you, I want to go home."

"No." He tightened his grip on her. Her nipples ached and pussy clenched at his touch. His voice a cold, harsh whisper that tore through her soul. "We're not going anywhere until this is finished, my girl."

The cold air put out by the AC unit, brushed over her naked flesh. Gooseflesh followed the path of the cool caress and she shivered. Helpless. Bound. Exposed before those she worked with. Her nipples pebbled, the skin crinkling around the base, forcing them to stick out and throb with the need to be touched. Her inner walls clenched, heat flooding between her thighs as her heart raced. She pressed back against Mark, feeling the hard outline of his cock, and knew without a doubt that he wanted her.

Just as she wanted him.

But not like this. It was never supposed to be like this.

Her body had other ideas. Her body craved his touch, even if it meant this all too obvious humiliation that would go with it. This wasn't what she'd signed up for and yet it was everything she'd ever wanted. Everything her darkest dreams had tormented her with since he'd first hinted at the darkness that he could introduce her to.