Her Nemesis Master (Dark BDSM Erotica) Read Online Free PDF

being spooky, it had come as no surprise to see him
when the elevator door opened - Her Nemesis incarnate. Emily
quickly noted his presence then got in. It had never occurred to
her that perhaps she could have left the office by another means -
taken the stairs, or left by the service elevator. Why should she?
That would be cowardly. And perhaps this was her fate!
    Whatever! Emily would not be intimidated. She was determined
that she was going to show this man that he didn’t affect her –
that she could rise above his confident taunts; that she was immune
to his musk and alpha-male aura, and was unmoved by his hunky
rugged good looks, which Emily refused to acknowledge were becoming
more and more appealing. The man was an uncouth lout; how could
Emily possibly be attracted to him? She would prove that the man
meant nothing to her if it was the last thing she did. So she got
into the elevator and pressed the ‘LOBBY’ button then stood with
her back to him, her head held high.
    Emily waited. She was sure of her poise. She had heard all the
man’s filth, and had not reacted the previous time – what could he
possibly say that would affect her today. Nothing! Of that Mrs.
Johnson was certain. ‘Nemesis be damned!’ she thought. It was only
a fabrication that everyone got their just deserts – a story used
by teachers to frighten little schoolgirls.
    Perhaps!
    But again, then perhaps not, as retribution has a knack of
taking you by surprise...
    “So tell me, Blondie - did he make you come on Tuesday
evening?” the man casually asked. “You know the time I mean – after
we last met, when you rushed home and got him to fuck you on the
floor like a dog!”
    Emily froze, shocked at the insight. She tried to disguise her
fright and bizarre arousal, but the sharp intake of breath betrayed
her.
    There was a derisory sneer. “I thought as much. And he
didn’t... Did he? You were kneeling on the floor thinking of me,
but still you didn’t come. He must be a really lousy fuck, that
husband of yours. What is it? Is his cock too small? Does he treat
you like a princess when deep down you’re a dirty whore? Does he
always shoot inside you instead of coming over your face? Or do you
make him wear a condom just to be safe... safe.......
safe...........”
    Emily spun around. Her nostrils were flaring. She raised her
right hand as if to strike him but instead she placed it over her
ear, her left hand flying up to cover the other.
    “Shut up! Shut up!!! I’ve had enough of this.
I’ll...”
    The man interrupted Emily with a laugh.
    “I’ll...” Emily croaked.
    “You’ll what?” the man mocked. “Tell on me? Go running to your
boss and have me sacked? I don’t think so, Blondie. All I did was
make a pass at you, and I’m sure I’m not the first bloke to have
admired that lovely ass of yours – you certainly make a point of
flaunting it around the office with the tight skirts you always
wear... A pass, that’s all. Anything else would be my word against
yours. And you still get in the elevator when you see that I’m
here. I’d say that was encouragement. Wouldn’t you? So don’t you go
telling tales, Blondie! Save your pretty mouth for sucking my
dick.”
    He smirked at Emily and stuck a finger in his mouth, pushing
out his cheek in a crude simulation of fellatio. Emily blushed at
the display then she looked away, infuriated that the man was right
about one thing at least. There was no way she could now report
this without incriminating herself.
    Fuming with rage, Emily tried to pull herself together. She
could hear slurping noises behind her, as the man continued to
gobble on his finger. Emily refused to look round, again determined
to ignore the despicable ill-mannered lout. Thankfully for Emily,
the rest of the ride was otherwise uneventful, and again they
parted ways in the lobby - the man laughing softly, Emily shaking
violently – infuriated, yet oddly excited.
    At home that night Emily sucked her husband