~ Chapter 8 ~
At the Bottom of the Box
I was still reeling with shock two hours later, when I finally got into the office. I went about my work like a zombie. But I knew I had to pretend nothing had happened so that Deacon remained unsuspicious.
At lunch break, I went over to Deacon’s office. I grinned at him, although inwardly I felt like tearing him apart for his betrayal.
Deacon didn’t look pleased to see me. “Where did you go last night?”
“I’m sorry, baby. I remembered I hadn’t finished some work Mr. Fenmore had asked me to take home, so I went back to my place to do it. I wanted to tell you last night, but you looked so cute asleep, I couldn’t bear to wake you.” I felt sick listening to my gushing tone. Deacon however seemed to believe me.
“So do you … want to head up to the top floor?” he smiled (now that I knew his true colors, his smile wasn’t so much heartwarming as sickening).
I forced myself to smile back at him and said, “Oh baby, there’s something I’ve always wanted to do with you, right here.”
He looked a bit perturbed. “Really? I’m not so sure about that. Someone might come in at any moment.”
“Lunch break started, like, 2 minutes ago. No one will be back here for almost an hour. That’s more than enough time for me to do what I’ve always wanted to. Besides, I’ve locked the door.”
He seemed to buy it. “So what’s this surprise you have for me? You know you can’t fuck me, right?”
“No, I understand about that. Trust me, you’re going to love this surprise,” I said as I pulled out the said surprise.
I saw his eyes light up with lust. “A rope? You want me to tie you up and fuck you?”
I grinned flirtatiously at him. “No, actually I was hoping you’d let me tie you up.”
I could see the uncertainty in his eyes. I pretended to be upset. “Well, it’s either the rope, or you’re not getting these lips around your cock today.”
His lust took control over his reluctance. “So what exactly are you going to do for me?”
“Wait and see,” was my only reply. “Oh, you’ll have to take off that suit first. Don’t want to get it dirty now, do we?”
Deacon started to pull off the tie, but I told him to leave it on. He obliged, stripping off the rest of his clothes until he had only his boxers on. I told him to sit back in his chair, and then I took the cord I’d brought along with me and tied his hands to the armrests.
“Ummh,” he moaned, as I used the tip of my tongue to trace circles around his nipples. A noticeable tent was forming in his boxers. I took a pair of scissors. A look of fear flashed across his face.
“What … what are you planning to do with those?”
In reply, I started to cut his boxers off him. “Hey, I didn’t bring any other underwear.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure you can go commando for one day.”
Now that his cock was free of its cotton prison, it stood straight up, pointing towards the ceiling, a drop of precum glistening at its tip. I grasped hold of his cock, and began to pump it furiously until, with a loud and stifled moan, Deacon came, spewing his cum onto his chest and abs. I continued to jerk him off until he shot a second, and then a third load, all over his face and body.
As he gasped with the effort of spurting so much cum in one wanking session, I stepped back and took a marker from his desk. Then, as his eyes widened in surprise, I wrote on his cum-streaked chest, “SLUT”.
“What the fuck are you doing?” he said angrily. “Untie me NOW!”
“Why Deacon, you don’t seem to be enjoying it now that you’re the one at my mercy.”
He realized the difference in my tone. “Did I do something wrong?”
I was stunned at his audacity. “Do you really want me to make you a list? Let me just mention the fact you hid that you were married, with a kid, or that you were simultaneously having an affair with Martha.”
He was stunned. He stammered, “Look, I don’t know who’s been telling you all this stuff, but it’s not true. You know I love you. I didn’t mean to hurt you at any time.”
“Oh yeah? What about all those times I was begging you to be gentle, and you still fucked me like I was your slave with no say in the matter?”
He struggled against his bonds, but I’d made sure to tie the cord tightly around his wrists. The dawning realization that he was helpless seemed to infuriate him.
“Let me go, you fucking bastard! I’m not the kind of guy you want to mess around with.”
“Funny, you didn’t seem to have a problem ‘messing around with me’ just now.”
“This is because I didn’t want to let you fuck me, isn’t it?” he sneered.
I couldn’t take it anymore. Finding some masking tape, I cut off a strip and used it to cover his mouth. I unlocked the door and pushed the chair, with him in it, out into the empty reception area. He trashed wildly in his chair. I wished I could stay to see the look on the faces of the staff when they came back from their lunch break to find Deacon, tied up with streaks of dried cum on his naked body. I knew I couldn’t stay for that though.
I went back down the hallway and put my letter of resignation on Mr. Fenmore’s desk. I looked around the office one last time and went back out to the reception. The fight had gone out of Deacon. I could see the pleading in his eyes as he silently begged me to release him. It still wasn’t too late to go back now. Then I thought of myself after he pounded my ass, of Martha being an unwed mother, of the wife and child Deacon had betrayed.
I bent down and told him, “You want to know what the worst part is? You killed my dream – my hope that there was actually someone who would love me in return.” I turned away before he saw my eyes filling with tears and walked off.
***
Needless to say, there was a scandal that afternoon when the staff came back from lunch. I guess Deacon didn’t mention my name because he was probably too embarrassed to. But I’m sure most of the staff guessed since I had tendered in my resignation so suddenly and never went back to the office again. Deacon lost his job and was the laughing stock of the city when the story spread through the business community. He moved away from the city and I never saw him again.
Martha also left her job and moved in with her parents back west to have her baby, a girl. After a few months of unemployment, I got a new job. My life had gone back to its dreary monotonous existence. I thought I’d never fall in love again.
It was pure coincidence that I saw the obituary in the Pinewood Gazette. Sarah Ann Sullivan nee de Vere, had passed away, leaving behind sons Deacon and Dylan, and a grandson Deacon Junior. I stared at the notice and the contact number given for Dylan Sullivan. I don’t know why I did it, but I grabbed my phone and punched in the number. A few moments later, a familiar voice said “Hello?”
“Hi … um … is that … is that Dylan Sullivan?”
“Yes, and who is this?”
“You won’t know me but … I … I used to know your brother, Deacon.”
There was silence at the other end of the line.
I forged ahead. “We had … an affair. He …” I couldn’t continue. The memories were too painful.
Dylan however seemed to understand what I was trying to tell him. “Oh my god. I’m sorry. Can I … can I meet you?”
I gave him my address. I was hoping, with the last ounce of hope still left in me.
That afternoon, there was a knock on my door. I opened the door and saw a familiar face. He had Deacon’s features certainly, but his blonde hair was neatly combed and he wore glasses. He looked like an adorable nerd.
Dylan was, of course, the guy in my dreams. He was also Deacon’s identical twin brother. Identical in physical terms, but otherwise they were completely different. You see, as I found out that day, we were both Deacon’s victims. I thought it was bad for me and Martha, but it had been worse for Dylan. He and his brother had been high school seniors when it had started. He’d felt guilty, but shame kept him from telling anyone – until he met another guy who was also a victim of his brother.
Dylan and I have been dating for more than half a year now. We took it slow at first. We were four months into our relationship before we actually had sex. It was exactly as it had been in my dream. When I look back, I realize that, as terrible an experience as it might have been, if I’d never gotten involved with Deacon, I’d never have met the guy of my dreams. And now I can be sure that I have a relationship that’s based on mutual love, not lust.
When Pandora let loose the evils from the box, only one thing remained at the bottom – hope. And that’s what makes us carry on with our lives, knowing that someday, it will get better. And mine certainly has.
~ The End ~
Author's Final Note: This chapter contains some incestuous overtones. Please bear in mind that I am not trying to portray incest in a favourable light, but rather the opposite. Please tell me what you think of this final chapter, and of the story as a whole. Thanks.
Wishing all my readers a Merry Christmas and a Happy New Year!
(I will start a new story after the New Year)
