This story is unrelated to any of my others. It is about Bob’s relationship with Eva over seven days. I will put a new one on each day as I have the rest of the story roughed out.

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My name is Bob and I manage a small office, part of a large business in a provincial city.

Every day I made a point of being the last to leave and I all the time checked all the rooms before I left. In the toilet I heard a whimper and one of the two cubicle doors was locked. “Hello, who’s there?” There was some more whimpering. “Come on out you can’t stay there all night,” I said encouragingly. I have worked hard at having a good relationship with the staff, inspiring rather than bossing.

The door opened and a weeping, abject Eva was almost on her knees “Sorry, sir I didn’t mean to make a fuss, I will go now.” Tears were flowing.

Eva is a quiet girl who has worked for me for about a year. Quite attractive in a mousy kind of way. A good worker but if you came into the office she would be the last one you would notice. She had medium length brown hair, no makeup, a baggy top and below knee length skirt.

“Come and sit down and tell me what the problem is,” I helped her to sit down in my office, made two coffees from the fancy machine and waited. And waited, I am good at listening and good at allowing a person time to speak. She sipped her coffee. “I’m sorry sir, I’ll go now,” she repeated.

“Not until you tell me why you wanted to be locked in here for the night in fact for the whole weekend.”

Amongst more tears she said, “my boyfriend threw me out and I’ve nowhere to go.”

“I have a spare room you can stay at mine tonight while you sort things out,” I offered. It must be serious if she is eager to spend the weekend locked in the office having only coffee to live on.

“I..I..I can’t do that, sir,” nobody calls me sir, I might be the boss but I insist I am called Bob.

“Yes you can and you will, put your coat on we’re going.” I gave her no opportunity to refuse. We went to my car and I drove straight home.

In the car, through her sobs she explained that she had argued with her partner and he had thrown her out with nothing. He owned the house so she had no recourse. “Tomorrow is Saturday, we will worry about it then, tonight we will have a meal and a drink and sleep on it. We will sort it out, try and relax.”

In the house I sat her down with a glass of wine and started cooking “You are not a vegetarian are you?”

“No, I eat almost anything,” she replied, sounding much more calm.

“Good, my special egg fried rice coming up, chicken, prawn and gammon.”

“Sounds lovely,” almost some enthusiasm. We ate and she seemed to enjoy my masterpiece. The third glass of wine appeared to have calmed her down. We watched some television and avoided her problems. I showed her to her bedroom. “I don’t have any clothes suitable for a lady, can you manage with a large t-shirt for tonight?”

“Yes, thank you, that will be fine,” she said. I dug out a Rocky Horror t-shirt with ‘don’t dream it, be it’ printed on. We went to our separate beds. I thought what her whole issue was, more importantly what was I gonna do with her.

Eva

My world has gone to pieces. My boyfriend of three years got drunk again, hit me, shouted at me and threw me out. I spent the night in the shed, wrapped in old blankets, cold and uncomfortable. My home life has not been good. This is not the first time he has abused me. I love my work, I have good friends there and the boss doesn’t hassle me.

I got into work early, washed as best I could, turned my knickers inside out and carried on as typical. Some of the staff looked at me rather oddly but all were friendly and the day wasn’t too unpleasant until it was time to go home. Where was I to go? Not to the shed again for sure. I will stay here at least it’s warm.

The boss found me hiding in the toilet and took me to his house. He fed me, gave me some wine and didn’t press me for details. He gave me a t-shirt to sleep in, with a slogan I should have heeded a while ago. I rinsed my knickers and bra in the bathroom and put them on the radiator.

Naked, I looked at myself in the fairly large mirror in the bathroom. My bruises were quite colourful, up both arms and several particularly flamboyant ones on my ribs. I put the t-shirt on and went to bed. I was so tired but I couldn’t sleep. What was I gonna do? Having an evening of ignoring my issue didn’t help, I still have it.

I have no clothes aside from what I was wearing. I have no money, no makeup. Everything I own is at Billy’s house. I got up and made myself a cup of tea. It was strange being in a strange house drinking tea wearing just a t-shirt that wasn’t long enough to cover my bum. Bob had been the perfect gentleman, unlike Billy.

I quietly went to Bob’s bedroom door, opened it and peeped in. Bob was asleep, on his back with his bare chest exposed. I slowly entered the room and looked down at him from the side of the bed. I imagined being in there with him, hugging him, comfortable and safe. My pussy was wet, I walked out, my nipples poking out the t-shirt. I went back to bed and with erotic thoughts instead of worries I managed to sleep.

Bob

I woke up and made a brew, caught up with some e-mails and watched some television. At about 10.30 I took a mug of tea and knocked on the spare bedroom door. “Eva,” I called. I heard something so I pushed the door open slightly. “Are you decent?”

“Yes,” she replied. I walked in with the tea. She was sitting up in bed in my Rocky t-shirt, looking dishevelled and vulnerable. She saw me looking at her badly bruised arms and quickly brought the sheet up, not to hide her rather nice tits which did reshape the t-shirt rather well but to hide her bruises.

“I have another t-shirt and some jogging bottoms you could wear. We can go out and buy you some clothes.”

“I have no money, everything I own is at Billy’s,” she sobbed with a snivel.

“I will lend you the money so that you can be dressed decently when we go to collect your stuff.”

“Will you come with me and help me?”

“Of course, I would not let you go alone. I will fetch the t-shirt and joggers if that is what you want to wear.”

“Oh, yes please sir,” she said. Sir for God’s sake, where did that come from? I found some joggers and a plain t-shirt and gave them to her. When we were washed and dressed we went to the shops where we found a ladies dress shop. Sophie bought a top and skirt, a bra and a pack of plain knickers. She wore these and packed my clothes in a bag.

“Breakfast, next,” although it was nearly midday. We went to a nearby cafe and had a full English breakfast. She ate all of it which made me wonder when she had last eaten aside of course from my exquisite fried rice.

“Right back to mine for a chat,” I was determined to determine what was going on.

Back at mine I sat her down opposite me. “I have seen the bruises on your arms and when I think about it I have never seen you in short sleeves in all the times we have worked together. Have you been abused all this time?” She burst into tears. I waited.

“Yes, he regularly gets drunk and hits me, he always apologises afterwards and promises it will not happen again. It does.” She was still crying. Crossing her arms in the way girls do she grabbed the bottom of the jumper and pulled that over her head.

Ye gods, here ribs were all the colours of the rainbow, both sides. She was really crying now, her bruises were so bad it took a moment or two to notice she was wearing a lace bra. She has been hiding a lovely pair of tits. Very nice too. I held her to me and her tears soaked my shirt. “I’m so sorry,” I said. “Why didn’t you tell me or one of the girls? Have you been to the hospital? You need an x-ray.”

“No please I am alright, I am fine”. She started putting her jumper back on, still sobbing.

“Wash your face, I’m sorry and believe it or not I have no makeup you could use but brush your hair, put your big girl knickers on and we will get as much of your stuff as we can.

“Yes, sir,” why is she calling me sir? She did not sound certain about going.

“Would you like me to phone a couple of the girls to help you?”

“No, no they must not know!” she demanded.

“Okay, let’s go.” We set off, Eva directing me. I was nervous about doing this. I’m no hero but I think he is a bully who might not want to take on someone his own size. As it happened I used my authoritarian voice and we collected as much of her stuff as we could without any problem and went back to my house.

“Now look, while you sort yourself out you can stay here if you want.”

“Yes please,” she said. She produced some cream that she uses for her bruises and asked me to put it on her, taking her tops off as she said it. Now that I knew what to expect and was not shocked by the state of her wounds I could take in the rather nice breasts with dark nipples just visible through the lace of her bra. I’m not made of stone and I moved to hide my erection. I was enjoying massaging her ribs and as I moved to her arms she kissed me.

“Whoa, there is no need to thank me like that. I don’t want sex out of gratitude.” I carried on creaming her arms.

She dropped to her knees. Not out of thanks sir. I want you to please help me, I make so many wrong choices.” She held my legs and her cheek was pressing onto my erection, so much for trying to hide my excitement. “I’m so sorry sir, do you want to punish me? I am naughty.”

I pulled her up by her hair and sat her in an armchair. “Put your hands on the arms and do not move them. Do not speak until I ask a question which you will answer truthfully. What is going on? Do you enjoy taking the beating you have from Billy?”

“No, sir, I hated that, it was angry and hurtful and he hated me when he did it and I hated him. I do like to hand over control which is probably why I accepted it.”

“Why are you asking to be punished? It is no wonder you have been beaten so much when you are asking for it.”

“Yes sir,” she was crying again.

“Go into your bedroom and unpack your clothes and your belongings. Take the time to think about what you want as you work and let me know when you are ready.” I poured myself a drink and sat thinking about what was happening. She must have had a strange relationship, I wonder if he punished her when he was sober or if he saved it all for when he was pissed.

She came out, made up and sexy underwear and with a model walk she came and knelt between my legs, took my cock out and sucked it. She has done this before, a fabulous blowjob with hardly any use of her hands. It didn’t take me long to reach orgasm, she swallowed all of it, a considerable amount.

I lifted her and sat her on my knee, I stroked her hair and her left tit. “Pour two glasses of wine,” I asked (ordered). We spent the rest of the evening like this with just one break for a delivered take away. And a better way to spend an evening I do not know.

“Time for bed,” I told her, directing her to the spare bedroom.

Eva

He brought me some tea in the morning, I sat up, he stared at my arms! Shit the bruises, I quickly covered up hoping he would think I’m hiding my boobs, the nipples were protruding. I hope so.

He gave me another t-shirt and jogging bottoms, my bra and panties had dried so I put them on, the joggers and t-shirt. I put my long sleeve top on to hide the bruises. He took me to the shop and I bought clothes including a pack of knickers. If I cannot change anything else I can have clean knickers no matter what I was gonna do in the next few weeks. Bob lent me the money.

Back at his house he asked me about the abuse and I burst into tears, I couldn’t really speak so I took my top off, and cried more. He looked really angry. He held me and I soaked his shirt with my tears. Why is he so nice to me? I don’t deserve it. I should have done something ages ago. I cried and cried. He wanted me to go to the hospital, he wanted me to ask some of my workmates for help. No, no one should know.

He took me to Billy’s, no longer my home, and with his authoritarian voice, God that voice turned me on, he told Billy we were collecting my things. We did, all the essentials and told him we would be back for the rest.

He said I could stay at his house until I sorted myself out. I wanted to thank him. I had picked up some cream that I had Billy put on me the days following a beating when he was contrite and loving. I asked Bob if he would do the honours and took my top off leaving just my rather sexy bra. He put the cream on my ribs, both sides and before he started on my arms I said thank you and tried to kiss him.

He stopped me saying that I did not need to show my thanks that way and carried on putting the cream on me. The authoritarian way he spoke made my knees weak, made my pussy tingle and my nipples tent out my bra.

I fell to my knees and held his legs. I pushed my face into him and felt his erection, he must discover me a little sexy. I begged him to have me, to punish me, to make decisions for me. He doesn’t find out, I don’t find out. He sent me to unpack and think.

I wondered and decided to let him not have a shadow of doubt about what I wanted. I sorted some sexy underwear, put some makeup on and high heels. I walked out with a wiggle, knelt between his legs and started to unfasten his flies. He made no attempt to stop me or help me for that matter. He soon became erect. I sucked his cock, clean and a decent size. It didn’t take him long to climax and I swallowed all of it. It was wonderful, to think of the position I was in this time yesterday and now I was pleasing this awesome man.

He gently pulled me up and sat me on his knee, he lovingly stroked my hair and then massaged my boob. We spent most of the evening like this with occasional breaks to eat and refresh the drinks. His hand did not leave my boob and he only stopped stroking my hair to take a drink.

He sent me to bed, in the spare room! Oh why cannot I distribute your bed?

To be continued.