When A Man Sets His Eyes On You And Presses His Advantage

I worked for a toxic male. Believe me, it's in the definition. For instance, 'that's for women to do', because your a woman', 'you have Daddy issues'. 'Get out of my way, I'll do it for you'.

Or, 'hold your shoulders back, why are you hiding your tits from me'.

It came to a head one day when I showed up at the office on Saturday morning in work shorts and he pressed me against the secretaries work ledge with his hand between my legs, 'give me pussy'.

He grabbed me hard, forced a kiss on me, 'this is man work', and didn't quit till he fucked me to completion. 'I'm tired of playing cat and mouse with you'.

He won a moral victory on me, broke my will, and took 'possession' of his winnings. I never again refused him. I stood by his chair with my hand on his shoulder. Called out to him, drove 100 miles to see him. Dressed for him, and pulled my shoulders back, and broke a smile and laughed with him. And, buried my head in a pillow, let him massage my pussy that way before fucking me.