Surrendering

Brandy is 25 is single never married from San Antonio, she is a associate lawyer in my San Antonio office. She has no social life, she is in Dallas for a conference. Reading the society page Brandy seen an article talking about me and the rumor of me dating local young women. Suddenly it is ok to think about me – and did she start thinking.
Brandy finds herself fantasizing about me after a trip to my office; She’d play with her nipples and imagine it is me nuzzling at them, She’d finger herself and dream of me bending her over the desk in the office. One of her favorite fantasies is of giving me head in the garage, hearing me moan as she deep-throats me.

After the conference, she asks me about the article, and told me people were saying I was on the prowl for young local single women for one night stands. ” Is it true?” She asks me. ” Mayyyybe,” I answered, giving her a look with a wicked glint in my eye. Brandy feels a flash of desire run through her. If I’m looking for a new one night stand woman, did that mean she stood a chance? She found me in my garage at my Turtle Creek estate, she stood beside me while I looked information on the computer. She casually let her breast brush my arm. I didn’t seem to notice. She didn’t want to be too obvious because my helper is was working in the next bay, might notice. When she moves away I look at her and smile. She knew then I had noticed.

” Hey,” She said nervously. ” Um.. look. If you feel like getting some dinner, I’d like to go with you,” Brandy stammered. I smiled, sending my helper to lunch and then on a errand. I walk up to her, partially blocking her against the wall. Before she can move, there is a sudden flurry of movement as my hands yank her into the darkness of the garage. Startled, she gasps as she turns her ankle, tripping sideways as a sharp pain shoots through her right foot. Trying to right herself, she stumbles wildly as she is flung hard against the brick wall of the building. Her head ringing, she tries to push away from the wall, but stops when she feels my steely fingers pressing hard into the soft skin at the base of her throat. She is quickly pushed tight against the wall, her arms flailing helplessly against me.

Brandy can’t breath, or scream, or think. She feels her racing heartbeat in her head and feels the panic start to overwhelm her. Digging her fingers into my arm she pulls frantically but can’t match my physical strength. She is helpless and feels the fight draining out of her. Everything is starting to get a little fuzzy and she suddenly feels tired. The sound of her small, short gasps ring against the walls of the garage as I press my body against her. ” Not a sound, I enjoy rough sex with a woman,” I growl, placing my lips to her right ear. I pull back a little to look into her face, she feels my body heat through my pants as I slide my legs between the bare skin of her thighs. My hard eyes are penetrating and she feels tears welling up in her eyes. Her vision blurs and as she blinks away the tears, she feels her lips begin to tremble. Brandy shudders as she feels the cold fingers of my other hand being drawn down the side of her face; Brandy can’t help but turn away. I chuckle and she grimaces; the fear has settled deep and I know it.

The tightness against her throat lessens as I release my grip and she finds she can finally draw a deep breath. I’m close enough that she feels the warmth of my breathe on her face, my legs still pressing against hers. Her hands are shaking as she slowly draws them up to rub the sensitive skin of her throat, her eyes big and round, locked on my face. I place my index finger to my lips and raised my eyebrows in question. Brandy slowly nods that she understands and I smile. But the smile doesn’t touch my eyes; they remain cold and penetrating. ” Good girl,” I whisper. ” You are young and beautiful, especially with those tears.” With my thumb I gently trace a tear down her cheek. Brandy can’t help the low moan that escapes her lips as she presses herself against the brick wall at her back desperate to get away from my touch.

She licks her lips, ready to ask me what I want of her. The dark flash of fire in my eyes warns her and the question dies unspoken in her throat. She closes her eyes, trying desperately to gather her breath, her thoughts and her courage, she has never been with a older man. She has never experienced rough foreplay and rough sex.
My hand slides across her chin and for a brief moment my touch is gone, then her world explodes in a shower of pain. Her head rings wildly as her head snaps back from my fierce open-handed slap; the surprise of the strike more powerful then the actual touch. Her left cheek is on fire. The strike takes her breath away, thoughts and courage in a single moment. She thinks she might collapse, but I’m still close, pressing leg to leg, forcing her into the brick wall.

Brandy raises her hand to feel her cheek but freezes when I snatche her wrist in a crushing grip. She is trembling from head to toe as I glare intently at her, silently menacing. I pull her hand down to her side and then gently reach for her face. She wants to pull away, but the look I give her stops her cold. She stands like a stone while I stroke her check, fire hot from my slap. My touch is oddly soothing and her mind tumbles at the conflict. My hand moves lower as she tenses as I put the full weight of my hand again on her throat. She can breath, but the threat of pressure is there. ” Good girl,” I say again. ” I think you might understand now, what it will be like to be with me, right?” She swallows hard and slowly nods. Brandy can’t tear her gaze from my dark, hard eyes. Her mind is numb. I stare at her for a few moments longer then suddenly pull away. It is shocking to suddenly lose my body heat and she feels her knees go weak. She leans forward slightly, and concentrates on a few deep breaths, wishing desperately that her head would clear. Slowly, with each ragged breath, the roar in her head begins to diminish and she can feel a little of the fear subsiding.