Free BlackmailedbyHisRival by Adriana Rossi Page B

as she felt her pussy throbbing and the slow drip of semen.
    * * *
    The wind whipped her hair around her face as she left the office building, shivering from something more than the crisp weather. Her coworkers walked with her, oblivious to Mary’s inner turmoil.
    “Oh my gosh, there he is!”
    The girls laughed nervously and Mary looked in the direction of their gaze. A black town car was parked along the curb. The passenger window was unrolled and Mr. White’s pale face was staring at her.
    Mary felt a shock from his gaze as if he had thrown a dagger at her heart. It was then that she heard heavy footfalls behind her and a presence by her side. Her heart hammered. She stared at Mr. White longingly, but knew Mr. Gray’s gaze was burning holes in her head. She gave Mr. White an imperceptible shake of her head.
    He looked away and the window rolled up. The car drove away and Mary breathed a sigh of relief.
    “Don’t worry,” said the cold voice behind her. “There’s no need to be so frightened. I know you’ve been following my orders.”
    He grasped her wrist lightly and stroked her skin with his thumb. The small touch was enough to flood her mind with images from earlier in his office, and she remembered with a violent blush how he had fucked her in his office. Guilt swelled inside her as she watched Mr. White’s car disappear from view.
    It came as a relief when Mary finally arrived at her apartment. Her back ached from being bent over what used to be Mr. White’s desk. A hot bath would ease the stiffness in her back, and maybe with a glass of wine she could mull over her situation with Mr. Gray. She had to do right by Mr. White—he was her master.
    She crammed her key into the door and pushed it open, sighing upon entering the door. She flicked on the light switch and screamed.
    It took a few seconds for her to recognize him. A man in a suit was standing inside her kitchen with his arms crossed. Mr. White’s face looked…curious. There was sadness mingled with rage, but whether it was directed towards her, she couldn’t tell.
    “Mr. White!”
    But a torrent of emotions swirled inside her upon seeing him, and she blinked back tears as she ran forward, sobbing. He caught her in his cold, hard embrace and stroked her blonde hair. Her emotions spilled over when his arms tightened around her. How could she ever feel anything for Mr. Gray when he was always the one for her. She had missed his control, missed how safe it made her feel. She didn’t realize how badly her heart was aching until she had fallen into his arms.
    “I—I’m sorry. Mr. Gray forbade me to talk to you, or see you. Otherwise—”
    “Yes,” he said smoothly. “I know, my pet. I gathered as much when I looked at you and saw that fucker standing behind you.”
    His fury rumbled in his chest; Mary felt it through his shirt and quailed in fear. She knew she had to tell him, but she was so afraid that he would leave her. But he was still talking.
    “Now I know how Steve Jobs felt when his own company threw him out,” he said in a morose voice, which quickly rose in anger. “Those fucking imbeciles have no idea what they’ve done.”
    Mary couldn’t take it anymore. “He forced me to fuck him in the office!” And I liked it.
    “What?” he roared. Mr. White released her and paced the small kitchen, looking like a lion pacing its cage. He rounded on her. “He touched you?”
    “Yes, but—”
    “I’ll kill him!”
    And he actually tore across the kitchen to leave. Mary ran towards him, “Wait!” she screamed. “You can’t! He blackmailed me—both of us!”
    He shuddered to a halt, his chest heaving. “What do you mean?”
    “He showed me a photo of both of us at the BDSM convention. I was in bondage and you were holding the leash. He must have followed us.”
    Mr. White’s face blanched as he grabbed one of the chairs for support and lowered himself onto the seat.
    “He made me promise to work for him and fuck him whenever