Captive in the office...New romance (M+/FM)

[Richman65]

Captive in the Office

Javier and Anna had been working together for months in the same graphic design office, where the tension between them had never crossed the boundaries of professionalism. Javier, a young man with an intense gaze and seductive smile, had noticed how Anna, a brunette woman with sinuous curves and captivating eyes, watched him when she thought he wasn’t looking. Anna, for her part, felt an irresistible attraction to him, but the fear of rejection or complicating her work environment had kept her at a distance.

That night, both had stayed late to finish an urgent project. The office was silent, illuminated only by the dim light of their desk lamps. Javier approached Anna’s desk, leaning on the edge with a playful smile.

"Do you need help with that?" he asked, pointing to the design she was working on.

She looked up, her eyes shining with a mix of nervousness and amusement.

"Do you think you can help me?" Anna asked, smiling shyly.

"I’m always willing to try," Javier responded, moving closer with an expression that mixed curiosity and something more.

The space between them narrowed until their faces were just a few centimeters apart. The beautiful woman held her breath, feeling Javier's warmth envelop her. Her eyes scanned his face, stopping at his lips, which seemed to invite a kiss they had both been avoiding for weeks.

"Javier..." she whispered, her voice trembling but full of desire.

"Anna," he replied, his tone deep and charged with intention.

Without a second thought, he closed the gap, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. She responded with equal intensity, dropping her pencil and running her hands through his hair. The kiss brought them to the floor, where they began to explore each other anxiously. Javier slid his fingers along the back of the brunette woman, feeling the softness of her skin through the thin fabric of her blouse. She, on the other hand, caressed Javier’s chest, noticing how his breathing quickened under her touch.

In that moment, the office seemed to disappear. Only they existed— their bodies intertwined and the desire consuming them. Anna felt her blouse sliding off her shoulders, revealing more of her skin as her lover explored every curve with a mix of adoration and voracity. Anna’s skirt had ridden up slightly, exposing the nylon stockings covering her legs, and Javier couldn’t resist sliding his hand along her thigh, feeling the smoothness of the fabric beneath his fingers.

"Javier..." Anna murmured between kisses, her voice filled with need.

"Don’t stop," he responded, his warm breath against her skin.

Just as they were about to completely lose themselves in the moment, something interrupted the magic of the night. The office door burst open, breaking the spell that had enveloped them both. Three hooded men stormed into the room, their dark silhouettes outlined against the dim light of the lamps. One of them, the tallest, held a gun firmly in his hand, while the other two carried canvas bags and ropes.

"Stay still, both of you!" the leader shouted, his voice rough and authoritative.

They pulled apart abruptly, their faces pale with shock. Anna tried to cover herself with her hands, feeling her silk blouse slide off her shoulders, revealing more than she wanted. Javier instinctively stood up, placing himself between the woman and the intruders, as if he could protect her from what was coming.

"Don’t do anything stupid," one of the thieves warned, a man with a deep voice and cold gaze. "We just want what’s here. But if you complicate things, this will get ugly."

The leader approached them, holding the ropes with a sinister smile.

"Come on, don’t move," he said, while his accomplices surrounded them. "We don’t want to hurt you... yet."

Anna tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat. One of the thieves threw a coarse white cloth at her and ordered her to tie several knots in the center, place it in her mouth, and tie the ends tightly behind her neck.

"Shut up, sweetheart," the man said mockingly. "We don’t want to hear your screams."

Anna obeyed, feeling how the rough fabric scraped her tongue and dried out her mouth. Her companion received the same treatment. The leader placed a gag on him forcefully, ensuring he couldn’t talk or scream.

"That’s better," he muttered with a dry laugh. "Now you won’t be able to ask for help."

"Now, take off your clothes," the leader ordered, looking at them with a mixture of cruelty and amusement. "We want to make sure you’re not hiding anything."

Javier hesitated for a moment, but a threatening gesture with the gun made him comply. With trembling hands, he removed his shirt, revealing a muscular and tense torso. Then he lowered his pants, exposing very tight and small white underwear. The garment, tiny and snug, left little to the imagination, accentuating every curve and fold of his anatomy. Anna, despite her fear, couldn’t help but look, feeling a mix of shame and curiosity as she saw him so exposed.

"Very good, sweetheart," one of the thieves said, addressing Anna. "Your turn now."

She felt as if the world had stopped. With tears in her eyes, she began to undress slowly. First, she removed her silk blouse, revealing a black lace bra that contrasted with her golden skin. The delicate and provocative piece highlighted the fullness of her breasts and the narrowness of her waist. Then, with trembling hands, she pulled down her skirt, exposing equally tiny black panties. The fabric, soft and silky, clung provocatively to her hips, accentuating every curve and leaving little room for imagination. She also kept on her soft silk stockings, whose elastic reached up to her thighs.

"Quickly! Take off your bra too!" the thief shouted, pointing the gun.

The humiliation was overwhelming, but there was something else, something neither of them could deny. Desire, mixed with fear and shame, consumed them from within.

"What a beautiful couple," one of the thieves commented with a mocking laugh. "Now, tie him up, and do it well, or there will be consequences."

Anna took the ropes with trembling hands. The sturdy material unraveled in her palms as she tried to figure out how to proceed. Despite her fear, her instincts guided her. She started with Javier’s wrists, noticing how the rope sank into his skin as she tightened it. Then, with clumsy but determined movements, she tied his ankles and legs above the knees.

As she continued tying him, Javier felt increasingly powerless. Finally, she tied his arms above his elbows, leaving him completely immobilized and lying on his back on the carpet.

"Well done," the leader said with a sinister smile.

Once Anna finished tying Javier, the thieves approached her with the remaining ropes. The leader, with a mocking smile, ordered her to extend her arms behind her back.

"Don’t worry, sweetheart," he said, while one of his accomplices grabbed her wrists. "This won’t hurt... much."

Anna tried to resist, but a threatening gesture with the gun made her obey. With trembling hands, she extended her arms, feeling the rough rope wrap around her wrists. The nylon material scraped her skin, leaving red marks that burned slightly.

"Tighter," the leader ordered, watching with satisfaction as the knot tightened. "We don’t want you to escape, do we?"

One of the thieves tied her elbows together behind her back. She felt her shoulders tense, forcing her to arch her back slightly. The position was uncomfortable and humiliating, but the worst was yet to come.

"Now, sit on him," the leader commanded, pointing to Javier, who lay motionless on the floor.

Anna obeyed, feeling her body settle onto Javier’s. The thieves tied her waist to him, making sure she couldn’t move. The tight binding pressed against her abdomen, forcing her to stay in that position. They also tied her ankles to each side of Javier, with her legs spread apart and her vulva almost touching his virile member.

"What a beautiful couple," one of the thieves commented with a mocking laugh. "You look like two dolls."

Anna tried to move her arms, but her bindings kept her completely immobile. Her hands, tied behind her back, couldn’t reach any knots, and the rope securing her waist to Javier prevented her from getting up.

"Don’t move so much, sweetheart," the leader said, approaching her. "You don’t want this to get worse, do you?"

The girl felt fear taking over her, but she also noticed something else: Javier’s proximity, his warmth, his agitated breathing. Despite the humiliation and terror, a part of her couldn’t help but feel attracted to the situation, to the intensity of what they were experiencing.

"Look at them," one of the thieves said, taking pictures with his phone. "This is going to be fun to share."

The discomfort was overwhelming, but there was something else, something neither of them could deny. Desire, mixed with fear and humiliation, consumed them from within.

"While the thieves searched the office, Javier and Anna remained silent, with no other option and nothing they could do.

Despite the fear and humiliation, a wave of pleasure overwhelmed them. Their muffled moans, stifled by the gags, were the only evidence of the storm of emotions consuming them.

The thieves, satisfied with their loot and the humiliation they had inflicted, prepared to leave the office. The leader approached the two, who lay motionless on the floor, and gave them a final mocking glance.

"Enjoy your night," the leader said, slowly approaching. "Although, hopefully, it won’t be the last one you spend together," he added with a smile that froze Anna’s blood.

With those words, the three men left the office, closing the door with a sharp thud that echoed in the silence. The sound of their footsteps faded down the hallway, leaving them completely alone.

The office was plunged into near-total darkness, broken only by the faint light of a streetlamp filtering through the windows. The rays of light partially illuminated the couple’s bodies, creating shadows that moved slowly with each labored breath.

Anna tried to move, but the ropes kept her immobile. Each attempt only made the bindings sink deeper into her skin. The vulnerability consumed her, but Javier’s proximity, his moans, and his hot, sweaty body awakened a mix of fear and desire she couldn’t ignore.

Javier, on the other hand, tried to free himself, but the knots were too tight. Every movement only made the ropes dig deeper into his skin, causing a dull but constant pain.

In the darkness, their thoughts became more intense. Anna, with the gag still in her mouth, tried to hold back the tears that threatened to fall. She thought about how she would be discovered the next day, half-naked and tied to Javier. The helplessness and fear consumed her, but she also felt a strange excitement she couldn’t ignore.

Javier, for his part, noticed how Anna’s chest moved with each breath. Despite the situation, he couldn’t help but feel attracted to her. Anna’s tight thong, so thin it almost seemed nonexistent, allowed the friction between their bodies to drive him to the brink of madness.

As the minutes passed, the tension between them increased. Anna felt Javier’s warmth enveloping her, and he, in turn, noticed how her breasts moved with each labored breath. Though both tried to resist, they couldn’t help but feel how their skin responded to the situation. In the darkness, fear and desire mingled, leading them to a silent climax neither could control.

"Mmmmff..." Anna murmured through the gag, attempting to communicate.

Javier tried to respond, but the words choked in his throat. Instead, he simply looked at her, noticing how her eyes shone in the darkness.

As the night progressed, the anxiety of being discovered the next day grew more intense. Anna wondered how her colleagues would react upon seeing them in that position. What would they say? How could they look each other in the eye after this?

Javier, for his part, imagined the looks of disdain and the mockery they would have to endure. But he also thought about Anna and how this experience would unite them in a way they had never imagined.

Finally, dawn began to break through the windows, slowly illuminating the office. The sound of the door opening startled them.

It was Martha, the receptionist, who entered the office with her usual punctuality, carrying her bag and a freshly bought cup of coffee. But when she turned on the light, her world stopped. The scene before her eyes was something she had never imagined: Anna, partially naked and tied up, sitting on Javier, who was also nearly naked and immobilized.

"Oh my God!" Martha exclaimed, bringing a hand to her mouth. Her voice trembled, and her coffee fell to the floor, spilling onto the carpet.

For a moment, she stood paralyzed, observing the scene with a mix of horror and fascination. Though she knew she should act quickly, Martha couldn’t help but feel a strange excitement at seeing Javier so vulnerable.

She knew the right thing to do was to untie them immediately and call the police, but a part of her wanted to prolong the moment. She approached slowly, feeling her heart pounding in her chest.

"This is... this is incredible," she murmured to herself, watching the couple’s bodies move slightly, still bound and gagged.

"Mmmmmmph, mmmmp" – muffled groans could be heard from beneath their gags.

Finally, she decided to act. She knelt beside Anna and began untying the ropes that bound her. However, she did so with deliberate slowness, enjoying the opportunity to be so close to Javier.

"Don’t worry, Anna," Martha said, trying to sound reassuring. "I’ll free you... though it seems you’re not the only one who needs help," she added, casting a fleeting glance at Javier with a mischievous smile.

Martha worked carefully on the knots, noticing how the rope had left red marks on Anna’s skin. As the bindings loosened, Anna began to regain some mobility, but Martha made sure the process was slow enough for her to enjoy the view.

"Are you okay?" Martha asked as she removed the tied and damp cloth from Anna’s mouth.

Anna coughed, feeling how her dry and sore mouth filled with fresh air.

"Yes... yes, I’m fine," she responded, her voice hoarse and trembling. "Thank you, Martha."

Martha nodded, but her attention was already on Javier.

With Anna freed, Martha turned to Javier. She pushed him aside to untie him, accidentally touching one of his buttocks barely covered by his small briefs. Her hands trembled slightly as she touched the ropes binding him, noticing how his skin was hot and tense.

"I’m going to untie you, Javier," Martha said softly and slightly flirtatiously.

Javier looked at her, noticing how her eyes sparkled with a mix of concern and something more. Though grateful to be freed, he couldn’t help but feel uncomfortable under her gaze.

Martha worked on the knots even more slowly than with Anna, enjoying the opportunity to touch Javier. Finally, she removed the gag and the last knots, freeing him completely.

"Thank you, Martha," Javier said, his voice hoarse and his face reflecting relief.

Once freed, Anna and Javier covered themselves with what remained of their clothes, feeling a mix of shame and greater calm.

"What happened here?" Martha asked, trying to sound concerned but unable to completely hide her curiosity.

"We were attacked," Anna explained, her voice trembling. "Three men... they tied us up and..."

"That’s enough," Javier interrupted, noticing how Martha was looking at them with a gaze that wasn’t entirely appropriate. "We need to call the police."

Martha nodded, but before doing so, she couldn’t resist giving Javier one last look, noticing how his beautiful body still trembled slightly.

"Yes, of course," Martha said with a smile that didn’t reach her eyes. "I’ll call right away."

While Martha called the police, once freed, Anna and Javier sat in silence, sharing a look full of complicity.

"What are we going to do if someone finds out what happened?" Anna asked in a whisper.

"The first thing is to stay calm," Javier said, taking her hand. "If anyone asks, we’ll tell the truth: we were victims of a robbery. The rest... the rest doesn’t matter."

The days following the incident were uncomfortable for both of them. Though they tried to keep a low profile, whispers in the office were inevitable. Their colleagues whispered behind their backs, speculating about what had happened that night. Some looked at them with curiosity, others made sarcastic comments, but no one dared to ask directly. Anna and Javier decided to ignore the rumors, focusing on their work and supporting each other. However, the tension in the air was palpable, and both knew that the shadow of what had happened would follow them for a while.

Despite the initial discomfort, the incident strengthened the connection between them. What began as a friendship based on trauma transformed into something deeper. They spent more time together, sharing not only their fears but also their dreams and desires. One night, after working late, Javier approached Anna with a shy smile.

"Do you want to go grab a drink?" he asked, hopeful.

Anna looked at him, noticing how her heart beat strongly in her chest.

"Yes," she responded with a smile. "I’d love to."

That night, in a small bar near the office, they talked about everything: their fears, their dreams, what had happened that night, and how it had changed their lives. Despite the horror, something had united them forever.

One of their fears was the security camera footage, which never went public, but they knew it existed. The police had reviewed it as part of the investigation, but the thieves had been careful enough not to be identified. However, rumors arose that someone in the office had seen the images, which increased their discomfort.

"What if someone sees them?" Anna asked, showing concern.

"It doesn’t matter," Javier said with determination, feeling her slight trembling. "What matters is that we’re together, and besides, I feel less vulnerable to any other shame."

Despite the trauma, certain memories of that night became something that excited them. For Anna, it was the sense of vulnerability and the intensity of the moment that drove her to the brink of madness. She remembered how Javier’s body moved beneath hers, and how the friction between their bodies brought her to the edge of pleasure.

"Do you remember that night?" Anna asked, looking at him with a mix of nostalgia and shame.

"Every day," Javier responded with a sigh. "Sometimes I wonder if I should feel guilty for not hating it completely."

For Javier, it was the image of Anna, tied up, showing her teeth through the gag and exposed, that excited him. He remembered how her breasts moved with each labored breath, and how the black thong barely covered her curves.

"And you?" Javier asked, curious. "What do you remember?"

Anna smiled, feeling how the warmth of his words enveloped her.

"Everything," she responded lovingly. "Everything."

Over time, Anna and Javier began to openly talk about the experience of being tied up. Though it was initially a taboo subject, with time it became something that united them even more.

"Do you think we could try it again?" Anna asked one night, her voice full of curiosity.

Javier looked at her, noticing how her cheeks blushed.

"Yes," he responded with a voice full of determination. "But this time, it will be because we want to."

Anna smiled, feeling how the warmth of his words enveloped her.

"I’d love to, really love to," she said.

Anna and Javier considered asking Martha for help, who, during the rescue, had shown a curiosity and interest that went beyond the professional. Martha, with her secret attraction to Javier, seemed like the ideal person to help them in this new adventure.

"Do you think Martha would be willing to help us?" Anna asked, her voice full of curiosity.

"I don’t know," he responded with a determined voice. "But we can ask her." And he let out a nervous laugh.

"Do you think it was worth it?" Anna asked, looking at him intently.

"It was horrible," Javier admitted with a sigh. "But it also made me realize something: I don’t want to live in fear. And I don’t want to lose you. That, for me, is worth it."

Anna smiled, lowering her gaze.

"For me too," she said, her voice full of love. "For me too."

From then on, they would always remember how fragile control can be and how powerful desire can become when unleashed