I'm working late one night, for some strange reason he is also there.

I'm working late one night, for some strange reason he is also there. There is no reason that he should be there. His department does not get to work overtime, yet there he is sitting at his pc hard at work. I look up and look through the glass window walls that divide our department and find him watching me. I blush. I feel a tingle deep within me. I look down and continue hack away at my keyboard completing the pile of work on my desk. I get a message on my screen, "New mail has arrived, would you like to read it now? Yes No" I click the Yes button instinctively. The message reads, "meet me at the lifts in EXACTLY 3 minutes." I look at the clock and note that in 3 minutes it will be 18:42. I glance around wondering if anyone has noticed my message. Not a soul has moved, the rest of my work colleagues are deep in their work. I'm sure that if a bomb went off next to them they would not notice. 18:41 . . . I get up and walk over to the door, hit my access card against the terminal and exit the main doors. I'm standing alone at the lifts. "Fuck I'm an idiot," I think to myself. I sense some-one behind me before I can turn around I am grabbed from behind, his one hand over my mouth, pulling my head towards my shoulder. His other hand across my chest holding my arms down. He is a larger than he seems. "You will keep quiet and do exactly what I say." He whispers deeply into my ear. I nod. He lets go of my mouth and pushes the up button on the lift control, quickly replacing it once the light lights up. My heart is beating so fast and loudly I am sure that he can hear it. My body stirs to its own rhythm underneath his hands. My head still pulled at an angle I feel his lips against my exposed neck. His tongue flicking my sensitised flesh. My neck suddenly burns and I feel something warm and wet trickle down my shoulder and back. I try to lift my hand to feel but am still held under his control. I am half pulled, half dragged backwards into the lift. I see him hit the roof button. We move up. Once the doors open onto the roof, I am gently pushed out the doors and led to the centre of the floor. There is a blanket on the floor. "Down, and keep quiet" is all he says and motions to the floor. I obey. My hands are lifted and tied roughly with a length of rope that is laying on the floor. They are lifted above my head and tied to an outlet pipe sticking out the floor. I wiggle my hips and legs. He forces my legs apart and positions himself between them. Unbuttoning my shirt he lets the flimsy fabric fall aside, takes a knife and cuts the piece of material between my breasts. My nipples immediately taut at the sudden gust of cold air against them. I gasp. You lower yourself onto me, I can feel the heat of your body through your clothing, the beginnings of a bulge in your pants as your cock gains a life of its own. I squirm under you wanting to feel you against me. Leaning up on one hand you reach over your back and pull your shirt off, laying down on me once more letting our bodies ignite in a fury of lust and wanting. Somewhere between our bodies melting into each other and me flying high on the smell of desire our clothing has disappeared. You slither down my body nibbling and biting as you move down. I whimper at your touch You move lower still. I feel your tongue over my stomach. Moving lower, you stop at the beginning of my lips, edging, teasing me, flicking your tongue between my swollenness. My clit begins to throb at your touch. I try to arch my back, but you have me pinned down. Lower still you move. There is a burning sensation on my inner thigh. I groan at the pleasure of the pain. You place your lips against mine and kiss me. I taste your lips, your mouth, your being. There is a slight metallic after taste. I don't notice it at first. I want to feel you inside me, on me all over me. I want to feel you take me to places I don't know exist. I feel your manhood at the opening of my cunt, begging entry. I raise my hips slightly to accommodate. You slowly enter me, filling me, my pussy walls stretching to the max. You thrust yourself into me harshly. I let out a muffled scream. "Shh," you say as you once again kiss me, this time the metallic taste is more profound. You run your hand down my body, over my tummy between our sex and onto my inner thigh. Bringing your hand back up you put a finer into my mouth. I finally figure out what I taste in your mouth, its blood, my blood. Although this time its mingled with our sexual juices. My need, my lust, my wanting becomes apparent as you force yourself harder and deeper into me. I begin to groan and mumble as my orgasm nears, I can feel you are close. Our bodies become engulfed in hot sweaty orgasm. You come into my body as you climax deep into me. My teeth come down on your shoulder biting you as my body vibrates and convulses in orgasmic bliss. We lay there for a while. You undo my hands and caress the aching muscles. I wipe across the teeth marks on your shoulder, smearing the little trickle of blood across your pale flesh. Taking my bloodied hand from your shoulder you say, "open your mouth." As I do this you place my fingers into my mouth letting me taste. "Good girl." You say smiling at me. "We had better get dressed and back down stairs, they will start to wonder where you are." "Oh shit, I forgot about that," I gulp. We make our way back down to our floor and separate desks, my colleagues have not moved I doubt if they even realise that I have been gone. I finish my work and leave the building . Upon entering the office the next morning I look over to where you sit, and notice that you are smiling quietly to yourself, your complexion is somewhat perkier than normal, or am I just imagining it? I go to the ladies and look in the mirror, I can see the bite marks from the night before, not as dark as I would have expected, but there non the less. I do look paler than usual though. I smile and make my way to my desk. rn"