Author's note: This story involves elements of non-consent. It is a work of fiction. While my intention is that this is a story about unconscious consent, even romantic non-consent, such a thing does not exist in the real world. In the real world, it is our responsibility to always ensure that consent is present, comfortable, and agreed on by all involved. Fantasy, including fantasy with elements of non-consent, can be an exciting and healthy expression of our sexuality. Once we are certain that all involved are safe from harm, we can safely explore what we might feel if we gave up control. I hope you enjoy the story in that spirit.
Lily closed her eyes and took a deep breath, carefully counting: Four seconds in. Four seconds hold. Four seconds out. Four seconds hold. Waiting for the shaking in her chest to subside. In. Hold. Out. Hold. Her heart started to ease its beating. There really was nothing wrong when she thought about it; there were no problems with the project, or at least, no more than was normal and expected. There were just so many goddamn eyes on it!
She raised her head and locked gaze with herself in the executive bathroom mirrors. Good, nothing visible there. The waves of her long, mahogany hair remained immaculate, and she resisted the temptation to fuss with them. Glancing down, she nodded in satisfaction at her Savile Row suit, subtly projecting strength in the shoulders, sharp down into the waist. No skin on show, yet the yielding tightness of her figure was unmistakable, artfully displayed by concealment.
Just the hint of a frown appeared as Lily found the flare of her hips, wider than she would have preferred, but she had chosen the dark cashmere of the suit precisely to conceal that, and her legs distracted from it anyway. Though she would never be so graceless as to use the word exquisite, she'd caught enough furtive, slightly stunned glances in their direction from both men and women to know their worth. Beauty, charm, the ability to command attention, these were leverage, these were power. Lily composed a smile at the mirror and studied the effect, bright smile below, dark eyes not-quite-smiling-as-much above. "Alright." she huffed, back in control.
Tapping her nails on the counter-top, Lily gave in and acknowledged what she wanted now with a half-smile. She did
technically
have time, and studies showed that dopamine improved performance. Smiling again at her own need to justify the decision, she caught a final glance at herself in the mirror and snatched her purse up, heels clacking on the tilework as she moved to one of the stalls. Snapping the lock shut, she combed quickly through her purse until her fingers found the smooth cylinder she was looking for, but she paused momentarily before flicking the switch on. The little silver toy had been a gift, and she smiled sadly at the memories that came with it. That had been good for a while... until it hadn't. Lily frowned briefly and shook herself. That wasn't what she was here for right now.
Bracing her legs and leaning one hand against the side of the stall, Lily slipped her jacket buttons free and ran her other hand slowly over herself. She paused briefly to pinch at a nipple, rolling it between her fingers through the shirt, then grunted in satisfaction and moved her hand up to grip at her neck. Her hands were never really strong enough to get a good effect, but memories arose of other, stronger, hands, and how fragile her neck had felt under their insistent grip. Lily discarded the sadness again, impatient with herself, but kept the rest: the squeezing of hands that could crush, weight and musk above her, hot breath in her ear.
Lily smoothed a hand down her torso, stopping again to grasp at her breast, squeezing hard and feeling a catch in her throat in response. Reaching her inner thigh, she teased herself, nails grazing lightly at the sensitive area before returning to find the texture of her panties, releasing a small sigh as she rubbed their texture against herself. Massaging slowly, she searched for the right narrative to get herself off: taken by pirates, too contrived today; intruder in her home, "
Mmf...
" Lily let out a small grunt as she noticed her fingers again. That one.
She slipped around her underwear and started to circle herself directly, feeling an urgency begin. The shock of finding a man in her room as she came out of the shower, mirrored in his own surprise at finding her there. A brief struggle, hopeless against his strength, sudden awareness of his hard muscles as his hands pinned her wrists down into the bed. Unable to look away as he freed himself, already rock hard, realising that she was still wet, sensitive, freshly shaved from the shower.
Lily flipped the vibrator on and pressed it against herself, taking her other hand off the wall as her intruder flipped her onto her front on the bed, pressing her face into the covers as she was now pressed into the stall wall, entering her as her own fingers did, pushing slowly and deeply inside: thick, inescapable. Massaging her g-spot with one hand, Lily's other hand pushed the vibrator harder against herself as the intruder drove into her. Outrage in her mind as she felt a warm tingling start to rise in response to his relentless motion, willing herself not to cry out, not to moan, not to give him the satisfaction. The infiltrator starting to lose control behind her, his thrusts becoming hard and ragged, the urgency of her own real-life movements rising in response.
Feeling her orgasm rise, Lily arched her back and prepared to squeeze down, when suddenly she heard footsteps and the executive bathroom door opening. In a frantic rush of motion, Lily fell to the floor as she lost balance on her heels, buried the vibrator inside herself, and clenched her legs together to muffle the noise. Unable to resist the magnified sensation, Lily stiffened and shivered as an orgasm rocked through her; she tried desperately not to bang against the stall or let any whisper of noise from her throat, the vibrator mindlessly forcing and prolonging her spasms.
Lily heard the footsteps pause, then resume, and with slick fingers madly tried to find the off switch as they reached one of the other stalls. Throwing the cursed object into her purse, Lily scrambled to her feet and rushed for the exit, sweaty and flushed, cringing at the loudness of her heels. The tingle in her core jarred against the embarrassment burning in her face and distracted, Lily didn't even pause to check herself in the mirrors.
"Ah, Lily, you're here." If there was a hint of reproach in David's tone, Lily chose to ignore it. David was a common type she found herself working alongside at this level: apparently confident and competent, his ego was fragile, and he spent much of his time positioning himself to take credit for successes and avoid responsibility for failures, and little time actually producing anything. Coasting on his inoffensive charm, ambitious but ultimately frightened. Lily had to admit he could have been attractive were it not for his compliance, he had nice shoulders, a good jawline, and knew how to dress; but he was always rather embarrassingly grateful when Lily turned her attention on him and pretended that they were conspiring together on some in-joke or secret. Easily manipulated, useful but not dangerous. Some of the other executives here were much more clear on how to play the game, but like recognised like and those players and Lily had long ago assessed each other's strengths and weaknesses, and they were all absorbed in their own agendas for the moment it seemed.
"We're just waiting for Mark and we'll begin." Continued David, seeking connection and trying not to be obvious about it; Lily wasn't in the mood. She was still affected by her encounter in the bathroom, and the post orgasmic warmth in her belly was distracting. Irritated that she had panicked rather than brazening the situation out, Lily decided that rather than cringing over her mistake, it was better to make use of that energy. Fuck it, someone was going to get it. Catching up with the conversation, Lily realised she had missed a beat,
"Mark?" she queried with raised eyebrow.
"The new hire, from the US?" David shifted his weight, trying to mask his discomfort. Well, he was right, Lily hadn't had time to prep for the meeting, and she tightened her lips at herself. David glanced towards the door. "Ah, here he is."
Lily's eyes widened slightly as the new boy entered from the direction of the bathrooms, and she again became aware of the tingling warmth she'd been trying to dismiss. He must be what, 6'2, 6'3? Look at those shoulders,
mmf.
Great cheekbones, strong jaw and a little dimple at the cheeks, nose that should have been boyish, but instead gave him a hint of charm, made sure he didn't fade into the blandness of the many 'handsome' men who found their way to the executive level.
