Bree Bellucci - Fucked by Force

By lunchtime Mandy had had just about enough. Even Ally’s perky personality couldn’t carry the uncomfortable lunch conversation. Jen laughed way too loudly at anything she said and Meghan seemed to want to eat her lunch as fast as possible so that she could disappear.

“I’ve had it!” Mandy exclaimed, pushing her salad aside. The women eyed her nervously. “This is ridiculous! Why are you treating me so differently? I thought we worked this all out on Monday morning? What happened?”

Jen, looking even more embarrassed than she had on Monday morning, spoke. “It’s just — we’re not sure what we can and can’t say around you.”

Mandy rolled her eyes. “You can say anything you want! Just because I’m the stupid Property doesn’t mean you need to censor your thoughts! I’m not going to run to Justin and blab everything you tell me!”

“Well, that’s what the last assistant did and she was really close to becoming the Property,” Meghan spoke up. Mandy stopped, realization dawning on her. She looked at Ally for assistance.

“Oops. Forgot to mention that yesterday. We all kind of spoke in confidence and then she told Justin. Plus she couldn’t handle the whole orgy thing,” Ally looked sheepish at the lapse in her memory.

“Great,” Mandy said, frustrated. “Now none of you are going to trust me. I’m not one of those girls who runs and tells my boyfriend everything.” She looked embarrassed. “Not that Justin’s my boyfriend — I just meant — you know — I’m not like that!” she stuttered. Certainly, she and Justin were nothing like boyfriend and girlfriend. She knew next to nothing about him.

Finally, Jen seemed to be at ease for good, and even Meghan seemed to lighten up a bit. The rest of the lunch passed in easy conversation and Mandy felt relieved when she returned to her desk. Not five minutes later, Justin came striding down the hall. He went behind closed doors and didn’t emerge until five o’clock. He barely even looked at Mandy and she felt hurt. Here they were, supposedly starting some type of relationship, and Justin could hardly look at her, especially after a hard fuck the day before.

Annoyed, Mandy stormed out of the office once her work was finished. She fumed all the way home, and was in a foul mood all evening. Chrissy took care to avoid her, and Mandy turned into bed early. Not even the glamorous evening gown hanging from her closet could lift her spirits. At the moment, she had no desire to attend the ridiculous costume party.

Mercifully, Thursday was a much better day between the women in the office. Jen was back to normal, and Meghan was back to her normal self as well, though she was never as kind or friendly as Jen was. Justin was only in the office for an hour, and he spoke to his three assistants collectively before he left for the day. Not only was Meghan annoyed, but she was hurt even more than the day before. She was beginning to regret her decision to become Justin’s Property. It wasn’t worth the hassle or stress, and she didn’t need Justin’s help in making her feel worse about herself.

Near the end of the day on Thursday, Ally swung by her desk to drop off the mask she had found for Mandy. It was beautiful, with large blue and green feathers, and intricate painting around the eyes. It was attached to a slender rod.

“Justin picked it out himself,” Ally said proudly as she handed the mask to Mandy.

“Thanks,” Mandy said softly. “I think he’s mad at me though, so I don’t know how I feel about the party right now.”

“Why would he be mad at you?”

Mandy knew exactly why, but she shrugged instead. She didn’t know how Justin could know about her meeting with Brad.

“He’s very moody, Mandy. I’m sure it’s nothing you did,” Ally said gently. “Go home, have a glass of wine and tomorrow’s Friday. Plus, you have looked amazing the past two days in your new clothes!”

Mandy smiled at the mention of her new clothes, but then her face fell as she thought of how Justin had neither noticed nor commented on her new attire. Mandy thanked Ally and went home. She spent another miserable night at home, staring at her completed costume, wondering how she would attend a party with Justin when he barely seemed to be speaking to her.

Friday morning Mandy woke up and resolved to say something to Justin. She dressed in a teal sleeveless dress with a thin silver belt. The slipped on silver sandals, and even blow-dried her hair. Mandy always felt better when she knew she looked her best. She strode into the office with a purpose, and sat down to begin work, being highly efficient for the morning.

Justin arrived and barely looked at her, or Meghan and Jen for that matter. Mandy gave him a few minutes in his office to get himself situated, and then she matter-of-factly walked to his office and knocked on the doors.

“What?” Justin barked. Through the half-open doors, Mandy could see him peering at the computer screen and tapping his fingers impatiently.

“Can I speak to you please?” Mandy asked, her voice sounding much more calm then she actually felt.

Justin looked up and for the first time in days, he seemed to actually notice her. He took in her dress and her hair, and a happy look seemed to flit across his face before his usual stony at-work glare came back.

“Yes. Shut the door behind you, please.”

Mandy stepped into the office and pulled the door shut with a resounding click. Justin looked at her, his eyes curious yet wary.

“And what can I do for you, Ms. Ray?” he asked, his voice almost playful.

“I want to know what the hell is your problem!” Mandy demanded, and she couldn’t keep the anger or frustration out of her voice.

Justin looked taken aback. Perhaps he wasn’t used to people speaking to him this way, or perhaps he was surprised at Mandy’s outburst. Either way, Mandy didn’t care.

“What do you mean?” he asked slowly.

“That way you have been treating me ever since I became your Property!” she exclaimed, even though a small voice inside of her head said ever since I saw Brad on Monday night.

“I don’t know what you mean, Mandy. I’ve been busy at work.”

“Yes, you’ve been busy, but you’ve barely said two words to me. Is that how you treat Properties? If so, tell me now. You fuck me with unusual roughness on Tuesday, and then hardly speak to me all week!” She was furious.

Justin almost looked amused as he wheeled his chair back away from his desk and surveyed her. He steepled his finger under his chin as his eyes roved over her.

“You look incredibly sex,” he said softly. Mandy was caught off guard, not expecting this response.

“Thank you,” she said, confused.

“You’re wearing your new clothes. You look very polished and elegant. In fact, my dick is getting hard at this very moment.” His voice was low and gruff. Mandy shifted, unsure of how to handle this new direction in the conversation.

“Do you want to be my Property?” Justin asked slowly, and as he spoke, he moved his hand down to the bulge in his pants.

Mandy merely nodded.

“My dick just hardened even more.”

Mandy’s eyes widened and Justin parted his lips, his tongue grazing his top teeth.

“As your master, I command you to come over here,” he breathed.

The slow burn that had begun unnoticed in Mandy’s groin, burst forth and she felt a hot rush of desire blossom within her. She walked towards Justin, waiting for his next command. This is what she loved; pleasing Justin.

Justin had unzipped his pants, and pulled his pulsing cock from his boxers. He was stroking it softly, and Mandy noticed his chest rising and falling faster than normal.

“On your knees,” he ordered. Mandy dropped to her knees, eyeing Justin’s cock with reverence. Her lips ached to ensconce it and she could already feel the moisture seeping through her panties. She kneeled before Justin, and like an eager puppy, waited for him to give her the okay.