Corporate Blackmail Pt 03

Author's Note: This story is set in the fictional country of Nordland, a small island nation in the North Sea between the UK, Norway, and Denmark.

This story is a work of fiction. All characters, events, and places described in this narrative are products of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.

Appreciate all comments and feedback.

HF

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Astrid awoke on the bed in her dimly lit hotel room, her head spinning from both the alcohol and the guilt of the night before. The lingering guilt that she felt in her mind was mirrored by the physical residue that Richard had left in her body from their encounter, she felt the cold slimy sensation of his seed still covering her pussy and inner thighs. As she recoiled at this sensation, the events of the previous evening replayed in her mind in nauseating clarity, the disgust churning in the pit of her stomach -- her second encounter with Richard, their meeting at the lounge, the return to her hotel room, the pleasure he effortlessly drew from her despite her best efforts to ignore it, and the undeniable emotional turmoil this had left in its wake as she had collapsed and fallen asleep on the bed, the site of her defiling by his black cock. How could I even enjoy something like that, she thought guiltily to herself?

Reluctantly, she glanced at the clock next to the bed -- with a grimace of pain, regret and guilt, Astrid realized it was time to prepare for another day of meetings with Richard and the other Horizon Energy Solutions executives. Despite her overwhelming desire to pull the sheets back over her head, to try and forget everything that had happened over the past few days, she knew she couldn't do that -- she needed to put on a brave face, appear to the world as if nothing had happened. That was the only way that she'd be able to escape Richard's insidious plan of blackmail. Unwillingly dragging herself out of bed, Astrid forced herself to shake off the lingering physical and mental remnants of the night before, bracing herself for the day ahead with its series of meetings and corporate discussions.

Whereas several days ago, she had looked forward to these meetings with an optimistic spark, the opportunity for her to pursue new corporate relationships and developments for the North Sea Oil and Gas Corporation, now she was weighed down with despair and guilt over what had happened to her -- her formerly positive outlook on life tarnished because of Richard's insidious blackmail scheme. With a sense of grim determination to get the meetings completed as rapidly as possible and return home to her family, Astrid showered and dressed quickly before making her way to the Horizon Energy Solutions office in downtown New York, every step she took heavy with the weight of her guilt and shame, as if every passerby was somehow aware of what had happened to her, what she had allowed Richard to do to her.

When she entered the bustling Horizon Energy Solutions office and made her way up to his office, Richard's smug smirk greeted her, a silent little reminder of the tangled web of blackmailed deceit and desire that now bound them together -- his insidious plan to both enjoy her nubile Nordic body and extract North Sea Oil and Gas's most valuable corporate secrets from her. When she saw him, Astrid swallowed back a surge of bile, doing her best to put on a façade of normalcy that belied her true feelings of guilt, shame and anger that boiled inside her. That fucking bastard, she thought bitterly to herself, her mind recalling the events of the previous two evenings with him.

The meetings dragged on for the next two days, each moment seeming to stretch into an eternity for Astrid. As much as she tried to focus her attention on the discussions around the proposal between Horizon and North Sea Oil and Gas, Richard's presence loomed over Astrid like a dark, malevolent shadow, his insidious charm a constant reminder of the precarious balance she was forced to maintain between the two extremes she now found herself in.

Despite her best efforts to physically distance herself from him, citing the need to catch up with emails from her corporate headquarters or make calls back to her family back in Nordland, Richard found opportunities to corner her in secluded corners of the Horizon office, the black man's touch igniting a firestorm of conflicting emotions within her. With each illicit encounter, Astrid's guilt and self-loathing deepened.

And yet, despite the overwhelming weight of her guilt, there was a twisted allure to Richard's touch, a primal, base instinct that stirred within Astrid's heart and mind despite her best efforts to suppress it. In the darkest recesses of her mind, Astrid found herself succumbing to the desire to again experience the forbidden pleasures his dark, handsome body offered, her resolve crumbling with each passing moment and each illicit touch.

*****

Astrid's heart pounded in her chest as she pressed her hands against the cool surface of Richard's desktop, bracing herself as he thrust into her pussy from behind. The sound of their bodies colliding filled his private office, punctuated only by their ragged breaths. His black cock stretched her tight sheath, each thrust sending shivers of pleasure down her spine. Every time he hit that sweet spot inside her, she couldn't help but let out a soft moan despite her intense hatred and loathing for this man.

"You like that, you little white bitch?" Richard snarled, gripping her hips tightly. "I knew you would." He was enjoying seeing the formerly proud and confident Nordic executive sprawled across his desk. It hadn't taken much to get her to come back to his office during the lunch break between meetings.

She had hissed vile abuse at him in Nordic as he spun her around and bent her over his desk, hitching her skirt up around her waist. She had sworn that she'd have her revenge on him as he had hooked his fingers into the waistband of her pantyhose and panties, tugging them down around her knees. She had told him to go to hell, cursing the day he'd been born as he'd unbuckled his belt and dropped his pants around his ankles, but her words had dissolved into a loud groan of pleasure and pain as he'd entered her hard from behind.

As he unleashed a flurry of thrusts to open her up, Richard reflected that this scheme was going so much better than he'd expected. He'd actually anticipated that she would go to the police after their first night together; her reaction to the video being a pleasant surprise. He knew he had her over a barrel, the video was sufficient to destroy her career, her marriage, and she knew it.

Not only was it intensely enjoyable breaking down the personal and professional barriers that Astrid had erected around herself, turning her life into a perfect little world, Richard knew that she held the key for Horizon cracking the rapidly changing European energy market. In a world wracked with concerns over energy security, Richard knew he, and Horizon, wanted to be at the forefront of this market. And for him, Astrid was another piece in this complex puzzle. A very enjoyable piece, he reflected as he refocused his attention on the white wife and mother sprawled on the desk in front of him.

Meanwhile, Astrid's world had shrunk down to the intimate space the two of them inhabited. Thoughts of her family, career, and life outside of this room had disappeared as she submitted to his vile sexual demands. The dichotomy of her situation was not lost on her, a loving wife and mother, a valued corporate colleague, found herself sprawled on a desk in New York being taken forcefully by this horrible black man.

Astrid gritted her teeth, refusing to give him the grotesque satisfaction of hearing her plead or beg. Instead, she pushed back against him, meeting each of his rough strokes with equal force. Her body betrayed her hate, however; her nipples hardened beneath her silk bra, and her pussy clenched around his thick, black cock, demanding more.

"I know you hate me," Richard said between grunts, "but you can't deny how good this feels." His black cock pulsed inside of her as he drove himself deeper and deeper. Tears trickled from the corners of her eyes, the physical pleasure and emotional pain of the encounter fighting inside her for dominance. I fucking hate you, she thought bitterly to herself as she guiltily admitted to herself how much she enjoyed the pleasure his cock was creating inside her white body.

Astrid clenched her fists atop the desk, digging her nails into its surface as she tried to push him away. But there was no escaping the sheer force of the black man's powerful, incessant thrusts. This wasn't the enjoyable lovemaking she'd experienced with Erik. It wasn't even the nervous fumbling of her youth. This was just pure, unadulterated sex; with Richard dominating her, bending her to his will, using her for both his twisted pleasure and the pursuit of his insidious corporate goals.

"Please..." she gasped out. "Stop...please!" She didn't want to orgasm, to give him the satisfaction of seeing her come undone on the end of his black cock. He could tell she was getting close and realized she didn't want him to trigger her most unwanted of orgasms in this way. He pulled out till just the head of his cock remained inside her pink folds. Her cries hesitated, was he going to stop, she thought?

Richard chuckled darkly at her plea. "Looks like we both know what we want here," he said, slapping her ass sharply before diving back into her depths. The impact drove the air from her chest as her blue eyes bulged in equal parts shock, guilty pleasure, and disgust at what he was doing to her and how she was reacting to it.

"Urrghh..." she groaned loudly as her fingers scrambled to find anything to hang onto on the desk. Papers, pens, files had all been scattered onto the floor, Richard seeming uncaring as he continued his inexorable march towards his own climax. "Fuck, Astrid...you're so fucking tight..." he growled, intent on prolonging his pleasure and debasing the Nordic wife and mother as he twisted her towards his own ends.

Astrid whimpered, unable to deny the intense pleasure building between her legs. As much as she despised this man, hated him more than she'd ever hated anyone or anything in her life, there was no denying the intensity of desire pulsating through her veins. She could feel Richard growing harder within her, and she knew it wouldn't be long until they reached their climaxes together.

"N...no...please..." she gasped as she felt his thrusts becoming more erratic as he started to crest his orgasm. As much as she desperately wanted her body to experience the pleasure of the orgasm that was building inside of her, she equally wanted him to stop, to avoid this unwanted pleasure. Moreover, despite the precautions she took every day with her birth control pill, she desperately wanted to prevent him from spilling his vile African seed inside her body.

With a final surge, Richard buried himself deep inside her, holding her pale hips in a tight grip. He groaned loudly as his thick, creamy seed spilled forth. "Ah...fuck...yeah..." he moaned, enjoying the sensation of cumming inside the married Nordic woman's tight sheath.

Unable, and unwilling, to stop herself, Astrid felt herself follow suit a moment later, her walls contracting fiercely around him as waves of ecstasy washed over her. For just a moment, she forgot about everything else -- about the blackmail, the humiliation, the anger boiling below the surface. All that mattered was the raw, primal connection between them, binding them together in a way neither of them fully understood.

Collapsing on top of her, Richard lay there for a moment, enjoying the feeling of her soft body shivering under him, before he pulled out, leaving Astrid feeling emptied and violated. She pushed him off her, turning to face him with eyes burning with all the hatred she could muster. "You fucking bastard...I fucking despise you," she spat, "I'll never forgive you for what you've done to me."

Richard simply smirked, pulling up his pants as if nothing had happened. "Don't be late back to the meetings," he sneered before walking out of the room, leaving Astrid trembling and broken as she leant against the desk.

*****

As the final day of meetings ended, Astrid felt a profound sense of relief wash over her, mingled with a profound sense of regret at what she had succumbed to with Richard. Pasting a false smile on her face, she thanked Richard and the assembled Horizon executives for their warm hospitality before she made her way to the airport, the weight of the blackmail and her secret activities weighing heavily upon her as she boarded the AirNordland plane home to Nordhaven.

It wasn't until she was on board the plane, after it had taken off and was climbing high over the Atlantic that the shaking started. Dashing from her seat, she'd made it to the small lavatory on board before she vomited violently into the toilet. The stress and strain from the last few days coming out in heaving sobs as she knelt on the floor of the small compartment.

Eventually, Astrid emerged and made her way back to her seat on shaky legs. Asking the flight attendant for a drink of water, the flight attendant had returned with a glass of wine. "I think you might need this more than a glass of water," she said sympathetically in Nordic as she noticed Astrid's puffy eyes and pale complexion.

Astrid gratefully accepted the wine, and the flight attendant returned soon afterwards with some light snacks for her to eat before the main meal was served. As she gazed out the window, she started to feel a sense of normalcy return to her. With an unhappy sigh, she pulled out her folder and laptop, intending to use the time to focus on some work in the hopes of clearing her mind from the troubling thoughts that continue to swirl in her head.

Sitting in her comfortable seat as she flew home across the Atlantic, she did her best to focus on her work. She reviewed her notes from the meetings -- the Horizon executives were very impressed by her proposal and would be presenting it to their Board shortly for a decision. Although Astrid's eyes gazed at the notes of the meetings, her mind was still on other thoughts, not just the infidelity she had endured over the past several days, but also on Richard's plans for Horizon and North Sea Oil and Gas now that he had gained access to her confidential information. What am I going to do about that? She'd given them so much confidential information. Information that could give Horizon a massive advantage in the competitive energy sector.

Moreover, she knew that whatever happened in the future, there was no way that the actions and decisions of her time in New York could ever be undone -- these were bound to follow her for the rest of her days, a constant reminder of the choices she had made and the consequences she would have to face. She just hoped that she would be able to find a way to break free from the tangled web of guilt, desire and deceit that now threatened to consume every aspect of her life.

*****

The salty breeze whipped through Astrid's hair as she pounded along the familiar path that lay along the picturesque Nordland shoreline, the rhythmic thud of her footsteps echoing in sync with the crashing waves. With each stride, she pushed herself harder, the burn of exertion a welcome distraction from the turmoil and anxiety raging within her.

It had been two weeks since her return from New York but, even so, Astrid couldn't shake the vivid and haunting memories of her encounters with Richard, the blackmail, and the conflicting emotions of pleasure and guilt that he had caused within her. Hatred and disgust warred with a primal, almost visceral, longing for the pleasure he'd given in a way she couldn't begin to comprehend, leaving her feeling adrift and confused.

"Why did you do this to me?" she whispered to the wind, her voice lost amidst the roar of the ocean waves crashing against the shore. "Why can't I just forget you, you bastard?"

But try as she might over the past two weeks, Astrid couldn't escape the memory of Richard's touch, the electrifying pleasure he had ignited within her despite the overwhelming revulsion she felt towards him. It was a maddening contradiction, leaving her feeling more confused and conflicted than she had ever thought possible.

With a frustrated groan, Astrid veered off the path and headed towards a secluded stretch of sand, hoping, and praying, that the solitude would offer a brief respite from the chaos of her thoughts. Collapsing onto the soft sand, she buried her face in her hands, tears mingling with the salty spray of the ocean. Why, she thought? Why?

Closing her eyes, she could see Richard's handsome dark face, contorted in a grin of sinister pleasure. She remembered his smile well; she had seen it numerous times as he fucked her. She realized it was a smile of power, of malice, not a smile of pleasure and tenderness that Erik gave her when they made love. "I hate you," she whispered fiercely to the imaginary face of the black man hovering in her mind, her voice tinged with anguish. "I fucking hate you..."

But even as the words left her lips, Astrid couldn't shake the gnawing ache of desire for the pleasure that he'd unleashed within her like the opening of Pandora's Box. This desire that lingered deep within her soul haunted her waking moments in the office, with her family, when she lay awake in bed at night. It was a betrayal of everything she stood for, of her commitment to her family and her career, a cruel reminder of the power Richard now held over her.

With a heavy heart, Astrid rose to her feet and began the long trek back to her home. With a start, Astrid realized what scared her the most was not the uncertainty, shame, or guilt of his blackmail but her reaction to the pleasure Richard had given her. With this troubling and disconcerting though in her mind, she started back on the lonely path towards her home.

*****

Astrid's heart hammered in her chest as she read the email from Richard, her eyes skimming over the words with a mixture of dread and resignation.

"We would like to thank you for your recent presentation in our New York office on the proposed agreement between Horizon Energy Solutions and North Sea Oil and Gas Corporation. Your proposal has been reviewed by the Horizon board and received in-principal agreement.

Prior to the finalization of this agreement, Horizon would like to inspect the North Sea Oil and Gas facilities in Nordland, particularly those identified for the future North Sea Initiative project..."

Astrid's mind raced as she processed the implications of Richard's impending visit. She knew all too well the precarious position she found herself in. With a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach, she glanced at the email header, her heart plummeting as she saw the long list of recipients, including the CEO of the North Sea Oil and Gas Corporation, Anna Bergman.

Later that afternoon, Astrid received a message from Anna's executive assistant, requesting her presence in the CEO's office. With a sense of trepidation gnawing painfully at her insides, Astrid made her way down the corridors of the North Sea Oil and Gas corporate headquarters, her footsteps echoing in the corridor as she passed the offices of the C-suite executives.

As she entered Anna's office, Astrid forced herself to maintain a composed demeanor, despite the anxiety that was simmering beneath the surface. Anna greeted her with a warm smile, motioning for her to take a seat as she settled behind her desk.

"Well, Astrid," Anna began, her tone laced with a hint of excitement. "I've had a chance to go through the email from Horizon. This is good news indeed. It looks like all your efforts have paid off, getting this agreement with them over the line." She paused. "I have to say, I'm very surprised at their interest in the North Sea Initiative. Was that your idea to float that with them?"