Previous Parts Here: Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

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Part 4

“Amber, hang on...” She heard Ethan calling out to her as she trotted down the stairs at the back of the unit. His voice back to the maddeningly calm tone that had pissed her off so much before.

She carried on walking, pretending she hadn’t heard. Crossed the little sun-baked service yard out the back of the coffee shop and made a beeline straight for her car. Should she drive away? Could she trust herself if she turned back and gave her regional manager a piece of her mind like she’d planned?

“Amber!” Ethan’s voice echoed off the back wall of the building, loud enough to have her pulse racing.

There. That frustration.

That growl - deep voice raised as he shouted his command... That’s what she was worried about. 

Worried she couldn’t trust herself, worried she’d react like she had in the office – all her pent-up need and deviant fantasies taking over again. She felt so fucking guilty – here to defend Matty, only to flirt with temptation as soon as she was in the same room with her boyfriend’s bully...

But if she ran away now, what did that make her? All her noble intentions reduced to a scrawled, bratty protest – something she’d barely had time to think out. A reaction, a panic response of sorts – desperate to take back control and find a feeling of agency. Defend against the overwhelming presence of Ethan in that little room... And all that she wanted him to do with her...

“Amber. Stop.” Her feet obeyed before her brain had time to process what was going on. Ethan’s voice so close now, practically next to her ear... Frozen in place, she heard him breathing hard behind her, clearly having had to exert himself to catch up.

Turning slowly, she steeled herself, feeling the afternoon sun on her face, noticing the sheen of sweat on Ethan’s brow as he glowered down at her. Her eyes were drawn to where his hands worked loose his tie – adjusting it under his collar and opening the two top buttons of his shirt. She was glad she had her summer dress on, what little breeze there was cooling her bare legs and shoulders.

“Too damn hot out here...” Ethan muttered before acknowledging her properly. “Amber, what was all that in the office? Talk to me – what’s going on?” His glaring green eyes seemed earnest, almost approachable now. 

He’s a sly one, that’s for sure.

“You... ahem,” She cleared her throat quickly, trying to quell the tremor in her voice and keep a hold of the anger that had carried her this far. “You had no right to fire Matty... No right! And you know it! And if you’re just gonna make me sit there, and... and listen to you talking shit about him, then I’m gone... Find yourself a new manager and a new shift supervisor!”  

Ethan frowned, having the audacity to look confused of all things. 

“Why are you sticking up for him? After what he did, I would have thought-”

“After what he did!?” Amber snapped back, stepping close and pushing out her chin as she craned her neck to keep eye contact. “Can you hear yourself! The store was a mess, sure – but guess what, asshole... We cleaned up! We fixed it! There’s no way you came in today and found anything bad enough to fire him over – no fucking way!” 

Ethan’s reaction was only pissing her off more, big man staring down in quiet judgement, frown deepening with every word she spoke.

“You’re just a bully, aren’t you?” She shouted, feeling a little thrill when his eyes widened in surprise. “No, it’s worse than that – you’re a fucking creep, and a bully...” 

His jaw tensed as she said the words, Ethan’s green eyes flashing a warning. 

He didn’t like that – not one bit...

“Lower your voice...” He growled, angry eyes scanning the parking lot now. They were a fair distance from anyone else, but she was really shouting now.

“Oh, I’m so sorry,” She bit back, tone laced with sarcasm. “Is this a bit inconvenient? Me calling you out on your shit? Someone finally standing up to you?” She didn’t let him answer, mouth suddenly dry as she noticed his arms tense, the change in his stance, his towering presence. 

“What the fuck are you talking about?” Ethan hissed, looming over her now, every muscle in his neck suddenly activated as he clenched his jaw.

Amber doubled down, fighting her body’s horny reaction to this sense of dominance, the dull ache starting to build and throb between her legs once more. She tried to smother it - desperate to stick this out and make Ethan pay for what he’d done to her boyfriend. Make him account for turning Matty into the bitter asshole who’d lashed out at her earlier.

“The girls in the bar, Ethan...” She lashed out, venomous now. “You know, the two top-heavy skanks you were grooming last night while me and the others were left slaving away here? Busting our asses to clean this place up while you were out trying to fuck college sluts?” She noticed his expression change again, confused rage shifting to exasperation.

“He told you about that?” Came Ethan’s reply, eyebrows raised in genuine shock and surprise. “You know about what happened at the bar and you’re still fighting for him?” 

It made her pause for a moment... but she was on a roll now, she had him on the ropes... 

“So that’s what gets you off, is it? Mr Big-Shot?” She bellowed, way too loud now. “Spend all day beating up on a manager who’s down two staff and up against it, then go out for the night to celebrate? Congratulate yourself on another ‘hatchet-job’ site visit by getting drunk and dick deep in some coed pussy?” Amber was shrieking at him now, taking pleasure in his furious reaction, Ethan looking around them, clocking faces of concern looking over from the other side of the parking lot.

“Enough...” He muttered through bared teeth.  

“Oh, I’m just getting sta-” Her angry words died in her throat as he leaned over, face level with hers, big hands on her bare arms, not squeezing but holding her very firmly in place... 

“Enough, Amber!” Ethan growled, lips just inches from hers, smell of his sweat and cologne drifting out from where he’d unbuttoned his shirt. 

God, he smells amazing...

“I can’t believe he’s left it to me to do this... But I suppose I should’ve known he’d leave his mess to someone else to clean up.” The big man sighed, looking off to one side and relaxing his grip on her arms before he looked back into her eyes. That intense green stare softening, almost sad. 

“Wh-what do you mean?” She queried, feeling the rage drain out of her – feeling herself tilt off axis, suddenly unsure. Fragile shell of delusion finally starting to crack at last.

“Not here...” He murmured, looking back over his shoulder at the back door of the coffee shop. “Come with me – let’s talk in the car.”

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The big Benz was whisper quiet as they swept onto the freeway.

Ethan looked more comfortable now, tie finally dispensed with and thrown onto the sumptuous rear seats, a/c blasting from the vents and cooling the cabin. Sleeves pushed up his wide forearms, he worked the wheel with unconscious ease, Amber’s eyes drawn to the delicious ripple of tendons and muscle below his elbow as he straightened the steering. The sun streamed in, still ferociously warm for early fall.

“I’m sorry, Amber. What you said earlier?... I thought Matty must have explained everything to you already.” His voice sounded different in the quiet confines of the big Mercedes. Bass rumble still there, but smoother now. 

“He told me you’d come in and sacked him on the spot-”

“No, no – sorry,” He interrupted. “I meant about last night, not today. When I was at the bar and saw Matty...”

Amber fell silent, confused all of a sudden. It still didn’t make sense – Matty had been at home, getting drunk and eating shit, right?

What was Ethan talking about?

“I stopped in at the bar to see some friends and catch the end of the game.” Ethan continued. “That’s when I saw him, making a scene. He was bothering these two college girls – wouldn’t give it a rest. They found it funny at first, took it in turns to tease him while he kept drinking more and more.” He sighed and looked over at Amber in the passenger seat, eyes resting on her just long enough to make her blush. 

“I kept waiting for you to appear – come out the bathroom and chew him out.” Ethan shook his head. “I would’ve done something sooner otherwise... I’m sorry. Anyway, next thing I know he’s stuck his hand up this girl’s skirt – she’s screaming at him and security are swarming. I stepped in and told them he was with me; said I’d sort him out. I sent him home to sober up and then spent the rest of the evening smoothing things over with the two girls. Bought them drinks, managed to talk them out of anything too drastic.”

She could hear his words, but was struggling to comprehend them – all of Amber’s earlier anger surging back. Delusion evaporating now, she was livid with Matty. 

How could he have done this? 

All while she’d been trying her best to fix his mess...

“Amber? You OK? – You need me to pull over?” The concern in Ethan’s tone made her realize what she’d been doing, sat doubled over with her head in her hands.

“Yeah. Please.” She answered, feeling numb. “Let’s find somewhere to stop.” As Ethan signalled to come off at the next exit, Amber asked the question she realized she’d never got a straight answer to from Matty when they’d spoken earlier. 

“What happened this morning, Ethan? – why’d you ask if I’d seen him?”

“He was late.” Came the answer. “I was worried something might have gone wrong on his way back from the bar. First I know he’s made it into work is when I hear shouting. I come out front and see him fighting a customer – some guy who’d said his uniform needed a wash...” Ethan slowed the car, turning into the empty parking area of a local beauty spot, guiding the Benz towards an area hidden from view of the road, shaded by a group of trees. “I had to fire him on the spot, Amber. He was a mess – still drunk I think. The store cameras had footage of him swinging for the customer – he had to go.”

Amber was out of the car as soon as they stopped. Hands on her knees, bent over, trying not to be sick.

How could he do this to her? 

Act like this and then gaslight her so badly – make her think she was somehow being disloyal, when she’d been right all along?

“Hey, you OK?” Ethan jogged around from the driver’s side. “I’ve got some water in the back if you need it...” He placed a hand on her back where she was bent over.

The contact grounded her, but there was something else too... Something about the spread of his fingers, the weight of his arm. Nothing tentative or hesitant in his gesture. There was nothing there that crossed the line, nothing that truly broached her boundaries, and yet... It was that feeling of entitlement she’d picked up from him before, when he’d been looking at her in the office. That sense of what he could and would do with her given the opportunity... 

“Water, yeah – good idea.” She managed to answer, standing fast enough that his hand slid swiftly down her lower back, brushing her backside with a heavy swipe. Anyone else would be blushing and stammering by now – apologising... Not Ethan, he simply stood to one side, holding open the back door to the Mercedes’ plush rear seats. 

It was as though he didn’t care. 

Like your body is already his.

He joined her in the rear of the Benz and handed her a chilled bottle of water, easing his big frame into the soft leather seat. It was spacious back here, almost like a limo, but the sheer size of him made it feel cramped, like he was looming over her. His dark blue tie sat on the middle seat between them – a burning reminder of her fantasy about him.

She’d been consumed by guilt after that moment, believing she was this awful, base creature for wanting to be bent over, spanked and fucked by this beautiful beast of a man. Yet now she knew the truth – that Matty had been doing his best to finger some random in the bar as she’d driven past, oblivious. And all while she was busting her ass to clean the mess he’d made for himself. 

In a heartbeat, the thought took hold – she had to end it with Matty. This breach of trust, combined with their dead bedroom situation, her growing feeling of disgust towards him - it was too much to repair. She needed to be sure though... Make sure she was absolutely clear about Matty’s actions that night before she made such a drastic change in her life.

Sipping her water, she looked up at Ethan. 

“How do I know you’re telling me the truth?” She asked, trying to keep her breathing regular when his eyes flashed in challenge. “How do I know you’re not just making excuses – trying to drive a wedge between us?”

He didn’t answer. Just held her stare while he slid his phone out of his suit pocket, handing it over once he’d flicked though to what he wanted to show her.

Hands shaking, she held his phone and looked at the image on the screen. 

A selfie, Ethan between two guys, his friends presumably - beaming at the camera while they all raised their beers. In the background was the slightly fuzzy bar, draft beer taps glittering. One of the two girls Ethan had mentioned on her tiptoes, leaning over to get the barman’s attention. Matty in his ‘going out' shirt next to her, his hand clearly on her ass...

Amber felt her heart ache, upset but full of cold fury. Consumed by a towering feeling of injustice – and a need to redress the balance... She’d denied herself so much, put up with Matty’s lack of intimacy for so long, all to be humiliated like this? 

She couldn’t resist swiping through to the next image, Ethan watching her thumb move but not reaching over to take the handset back. 

The next two pics were similar, selfies like the first, but charted the progress of Matty’s groping paw as it moved closer to the bare skin of his poor victim. The next picture was different, another selfie, with Ethan sat between the two gorgeous girls from the bar, plenty of cleavage captured where he’d angled the camera to look down at the three of them.

The next pic was very dark, a grainy image that took Amber a second to make sense of... The lower half of a woman’s face, glossy lips just inches from a sizeable bulge in blue denim. The brassy-gold of a zipper out of focus in the foreground, held between manicured fingers.

“Seen enough?”

No, I want to see what comes next. I want to see your huge cock fucking that girl’s throat...

Amber bit her lip and handed his phone back, mind made up. Ready to take the next step. Ready to commit to what she wanted.

“I’m sorry I was such a brat earlier.” She said softly, looking over. Shamelessly letting her eyes drop from Ethan’s, lingering on his lips. “Guess I’m lucky you didn’t put me over your knee!” She laughed, “Growing up, I’d have been spanked silly for saying half that stuff...”

He stared back, eyes hot. Boring into her again, just like in the office. That green glare stripping all her control away, leaving only her desire.

“Oh, I like to keep spanking in reserve... For the girls that really deserve it.” He joked, eyes smoldering with dark levity. Clearly trying to weigh whether she was serious or not, happy to play in the meantime - “Good girls like you, Amber? I don’t usually have to go that far... Besides, you were reacting without knowing the whole truth, right? It’s OK, I understand.”

“Good girl, huh?” She teased, heart racing at the way those two little words made her feel. “You think because I’ve put up with a gaslighting asshole like Matty for as long as I have that somehow makes me a good girl?”

He smiled, humor still there but something predatory joining it now – teeth bared. “I just assumed you must be doing it out of loyalty... I mean, you could take your pick of men – you’re gorgeous. Why stay with someone like that when you could have them lining up for a chance with you?”

He thinks I’m gorgeous...

“Would you ‘line up’, Ethan?” She murmured, leaning closer, enjoying the feel of his eyes moving down her neck to her chest. “Would you stand and wait with all the others?” Amber parted her lips and looked up at him, putting all the charged need she could into her sultry stare. “Or would you push to the front of the line?... Take what’s yours?”

He laughed - not unkindly though. Tone full of the confidence that she’d loathed before but now made her ache and squirm. So sure of himself... 

“I always found good girls don’t like it when you get too pushy...” He answered. “Besides, I’m used to them coming to me.” 

He leaned in, almost touching now, closeness of his big frame making Amber shiver with excitement. All the arousal from before was back, all that swirling, surging energy. Nipples tight points in her little blue sundress, molten heat and a deep throbbing ache between her thighs making her want to roll her hips and moan...

“There you are with that ‘good girl’ shit again.” She answered breathlessly, swallowing had when she saw his eyebrows shoot up in reaction to her profanity. 

It was time to double down – time to commit to what she’d wanted for so long. 

She picked up the tie where it lay between them, pulling it slowly over her wrists until it held in a loose figure of eight, binding her slender arms. 

“Would a good girl have imagined being bound with this tie last night?... Fantasizing about being bent over and fucked senseless?” Amber whispered hoarsely, barely able to speak her throat was so tight... Then she slowly spread her legs, watching Ethan’s eyes widen and his mouth fall open in surprise when he glimpsed the mess between her thighs. Amber felt a flush of heat race up her chest and cheeks, scarcely able to believe she was being this bold with Ethan. Heart racing in her chest as she went beyond the point of no return: 

“Would a good girl be sat like this in her boss’s car, presenting him her soaked panties, desperate for his cock?”

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Part 5 will be along very soon...