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I've been told that this story will get me a reputation which will be hard
to shake off!

I hope not!

Although it involves M/F violence it's not gratuitous and it should be
emphasised that I don't condone such things in real life.

Its a story about provocation and anger rather than good ol' S&M, but there
should be something in it to please anyone.

If your worried it does have a happy ending, so if thats not what you're
after - well sorry. Read it anyway, you may just like it!

Anyway, my excuses for having a sick mind are done, so read and enjoy!

Usual copyright stuff applies, no archives or reposting without asking etc.
etc. and don't claim you wrote it! (Unless of course I get some really bad
flak, then I'll blame you!)

Also any comments, good and bad are welcome - there's nothing worse than
sending a story that you've spent at least half an hour on, into the void
never to hear from it again!

Nick@cassandra.demon.co.uk

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Building Bridges by Nick

I rang the door bell feeling more than a little anxious. I didn't know what
had been eating Kate recently, but her attitude to me had been obnoxious to
say the least. It had come to a head a few days ago when she had revealed
to our work-colleagues something about me I had told her in strictest
confidence, and had made a joke out of it. Indeed it was difficult for me
to show my face at the office these days!

Nevertheless, I needed Kate's goodwill and still valued her friendship so I
had come to build bridges.

"Oh its you!" Kate said disparagingly as she answered the door.

I tried to smile, but her attitude did not help.

"May I come in?" I asked as evenly as I could manage.

She looked blankly at me.

"There are some things to discuss." I explained.

She shrugged and stood aside.

"I haven't got long," she said as I walked into her hallway, "I was on my
way out in fact."

I suppressed the anger at the unwarranted pressure she was putting on me. I
had a difficult task ahead of me and she knew that. I smiled back at her as
disarmingly as I could.

"Don't worry, this won't take long - I hope!"

My smile was not returned as she brushed passed me into her lounge.

"I know it won't!" she said as she busied herself checking her purse.

I caught her perfume as she passed, and watched her hips swaying easily
with her movement. She certainly had a wonderful figure, and the overall
effect was enhanced by the smart business suit she wore.  This consisted of
a short green skirt and matching jacket over an expensive looking white
silk blouse.

For a moment I regretted that she was Peter's girlfriend and that our
relationship was at best only ever friendly, and it certainly was not at
its best now!

"So shoot!" she said as she poured herself a small Scotch.

I was not offered a drink, nor was I offered a seat. She just wanted me out
as quickly as possible.

"Kate, I think we have to clear up that little misunderstanding the other
day."

"Oh?" she said, "Which misunderstanding was that?"

For a moment I felt myself being trapped into recounting that days
humiliating events, but I still had some dignity left.

"I think we both know what we're talking about!" I said a little acidly.

She looked at me coldly, but said nothing. Maybe a little charm would do
the trick.

"Look Kate, I know somethings been bothering you," I walked towards her
arms outspread, "there really is no need to be afraid to talk to me about it!"

She smiled at me sweetly.

"I really don't know what you're talking about!" she said, turning away.
She was starting to ignore me as she carried on with her preparations.

"OK!" I decided to come straight out with it. "I want an apology for what
you did the other day!"

She shot a glance at me, then burst out laughing!

"You!?" she said, peals of laughter ringing through the room, "apologise to
you?"

I was losing it.

"Shut up!" I yelled.

She carried on laughing.

"SHUT UP!"

No change.

Suddenly the laughter stopped! I found myself staring at her horrified
face- her body pressed against the wall, my fingers around her throat!

For a moment I thought of Peter. What would he do if he could see what I
was doing to his woman!? I told myself that this was somehow nothing to do
with him. This was an argument between two adults, and if in this day and
age she couldn't look after herself that was her problem, not his! After
all I wasn't planning to make love to her - that was his department!

So what was I planning to do?!

I thought fast, and just before she was able to recover from the shock I
had an idea.

I let go of her throat, and seizing her arm I swung her round and pushed
her in front of me toward the patio doors. She yelped as she stumbled over
the coffee table and I took wicked pleasure in the sight of her upper
thighs under her stretched business skirt as she fell forward.

I strode past her and opened the patio doors. I was dark outside and it had
been raining. The cool air blew into the room as I turned to pull her up by
her long chestnut hair and propel her through the door.

"Aaaaaah!"

I could see the fillings in her back teeth as she opened her mouth in pain.
She reached up to grab my wrist and twisted her body to ease the pressure
on her scalp, thrusting her breasts forward against the blouse as she
arched her back.

I had had a deep respect for this woman. She was a highly professional
person and conducted herself with an almost intimidating dignity. Now,  I
had her under my control and the primeval experience of seeing her, no
longer smart, no longer sophisticated, but bucking and writhing like a
trapped animal, seemed vagueley blasphemous.

I bundled her through the door, and pushed her headlong into the garden
sending her sprawling across the muddy lawn.

Ruining her suit was all I really intended to do, but as I stood smiling at
her predicament, she turned to face me as she lay on the ground. I took
pleasure in the fact that her beautiful face and her hair were caked with
mud down the left side - hardly the clean efficient image she had been
cultivating!

"You sick bastard!" she sneered, her face twisted with hatred. "I'll get
you for this!"

In a brief moment of lucidity it occurred to me that I had completely
failed! Not only had I failed to repair our relationship, but I now had a
powerful enemy. She would finish my career after this, of that there was no
doubt.

I had nothing left to lose, and so there no longer seemed any point in
exercising self-control!

In a single movement I had lunged towards her, siezed her arm and swung her
to her feet. As she tried to regain her balance, I pushed her against the
wall knocking the breath from her.

I slapped her face!

Her head swung to the left as she gasped. She started to bring her hand to
her sore cheek.

I slapped her again snapping her head to the right this time!

I had seen her expression begin to harden and I was not going to put up
with any more of her vitriol.

Again she gasped and as she massaged her cheek she turned to stare at me
again, her face fearful now.

"Noo!" she yelped cowering and raising her hands defensively as I slapped
her again a third time for good measure.

This time she couldn't bring her eyes to meet mine. She bit her lip and I
saw her eyes moist. At last I saw what I was looking for. Her hatred was
long gone, and now the fear had been replaced too. I saw remorse - genuine
and deep - for what she had done. She seemed to accept that if I hit her
again, she deserved it, and that softened my own anger. When she did look
at me again there was a certain expectation in her eyes which at first I
could not fathom.

Her suit was, as I'd intended, ruined with streaks of damp mud from the
garden, but her silk blouse, apart from a few spots, seemed to have escaped
reasonably untouched. It may have been the light, but for the first time I
noticed her nipples distorting the smooth fabric as her breasts rose and
fell with her now short breathing.

It was this that awoke the base instinct that told me what I needed to do to.

Her eyes remained locked on mine as I advanced towards her. Her mouth, lips
moist, hung half-open.

She gasped as I thrust my hand up her skirt suddenly. My fingers felt the
smoothness of her inner thighs and the silky panties that covered the hard
sweep of her crotch between them. I felt the curves of her flesh, probing,
searching but not invading. It was warm and humid, but not wet. She had to
be wet, I wasn't going to hurt her any more.

Our eyes remained locked as I carressed her right breast with my other
hand, feeling her distorted nipple against the palm of my hand.

Still dry.

I slid my fingers under her blouse and inside her thin lacy bra. She
continued staring at me and I saw her tongue dart out momentarily,
moistening her lips. She closed her eyes now, and swallowed and I detected
the slightest movement of her hips against me.

I hooked my fingers under her bra-cup and pulled suddenly. The front clasp
gave immediately and buttons flew from the blouse. Her left breast quivered
free, and before it could settle I had the rock-hard nipple in my mouth,
gripped between my teeth and being worked at with my tongue.

She moaned a long deep cry from deep within her as if she was finally
releasing something that had remained trapped within her for far too long.

In that instent I felt her liquid gushing over my fingers.

She was ready now.

(the rest can be tacked on from your own imagination or favourite story in
ASS if you don't have one!)

Epilogue:

Kate and I are best of friends now. This episode was a one-off and she
never told Peter about it. In fact the next time I saw him there seemed to
be a definite spring in his step!


Nick

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