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it was painful. It was the strongest orgasm I had ever experienced. Never had one come so quickly and with so much force. Every hair stood on its end. Goosebumps spread across every inch of my flesh. I cried out his name.
    The orgasm flowed out of me and I was left in its wake, Strauss still inside of me. I was silent. I could hear him breathing heavily. He must have come with me because I could feel it dripping out of me when he pulled out slowly. His hands would not release me until he was fully out of me. When we had separated, another small moan escaped me, this one decrying his departure.
    “Do not open your eyes yet. Do not move,” he said.
    Hours passed. Days passed. The sun exploded and the universe itself ended in a cataclysmic flash. He finally laid a caressing hand against my firm ass cheeks and rubbed them gently, his finger sliding in between them to touch my asshole.
    “Get dressed. You may open your eyes now.”
    I turned around, naked and exposed. He was fully dressed again, composed perfectly as he was before. I dressed quickly, averting my eyes from his. I had never experienced anything remotely like what had just happened. Confusion now arose over the dissipating feelings of satisfaction and fulfillment. He had just totally dominated me in a sexual way. How had that happened? And how had it felt so right?
    In a daze, I rushed out of his office and the security guard was waiting with the elevator door opened, as if expecting me. The secretary did not look up.
    I hurried out of the building as quickly as I could without looking like I was hurrying. I didn’t return to my desk; I doubted that I would ever return to my desk. A reverberating feeling of Strauss’ touch hung on my skin, spreading in waves with every step. It was though my body hadn’t left his office, yet my mind was fleeing the scene. The thought that I should pinch myself struck me as almost absurd and I fought the urge to laugh.
    What had just happened?
     

Chapter Three
     
    I made it back to my apartment in a daze. When I opened the door, I stopped to try to remember how I had even gotten home. I sat down in my kitchen. Should I make coffee? Isn’t that what people normally do when they try to collect their thoughts after something major has occurred? I thought of showering, but somehow I didn’t want to wash off the memory of what happened, at least not yet. I settled for a glass of wine from a bottle I had opened the previous night. The sun was still out, but falling fast.
    Strauss hadn’t fired me. Yet. The more that the idea of being fired by the man that I had so willingly gave myself up to sexually turned over in my head, the more I welcomed it. If he fired me, it would save me having to quit. Hopefully, he would have my boss fire me and have it be done with. The heat of the moment had worn off now and I was left with the reality of what had just happened. I had slept with the CEO of my company the very same afternoon I had met him!
    I couldn’t continue to work there. It would just be too humiliating.
    I would go in tomorrow and collect my things. I’d go to my desk and try to hold my head up as high as possible, above my shame, as I placed my few items in a cardboard box. As much as I didn’t want to see Alexander out of embarrassment, I felt something much deeper. Even if he personally fired me to my face, I would have a chance to actually see him before me. In the flesh. This man who I had let take me, who I had stepped outside of myself and become his submissive partner, still dominated my thoughts. As much as I wanted the thought of him gone, I needed the sight of him again.
    I showered. I ate a small dinner. I watched television and couldn’t pay attention. No distraction was capable of taking my mind off of what had happened in Strauss’s office. I felt like I had betrayed my own integrity. I had acted like a whore, that nasty word that only a woman can truly know its full scorn. I had let a man dominate me. And