Rules 30 - Crashout

The door clicked shut behind them. The sharp morning air bit at Sage's nose. She adjusted her sunglasses as she stepped onto the porch, Theo trailing behind her like a lost dog. He tried carrying a casual air about him, but as usual, it was easily seen through. Sage would be glad to be rid of him once they got to work. His insistence on wearing Jeremy's hoodie and jeans to 'blend in' didn't help matters. She looked at him with regret, and the smile he gave her looked more like armor than an expression.

They had barely reached the sidewalk when David stepped out from behind Sage's car, phone raised like a trophy.

“Morning,” he said.

Sage's heels clicked once more before she stopped entirely. Theo instinctively stepped closer to her side.

David held the phone screen toward them like a badge. “Guess who’s got some footage Jeremy would love to see?”

Theo and Sage flashed across the screen. Her bare shoulders, Theo’s shirtless torso, shifting and moving in soft lamplight. Sage only caught a few seconds of it, but those seconds were enough.

Her stomach flipped as her jaw locked in place. “How the fuck did you get that video?”

David didn’t blink. “I have my ways.”

Her green eyes snapped to Theo. “Did you help him with this?”

Theo’s back stiffened. “Absolutely not. I haven’t talked to him in months. Like I said.” He shook like a small dog, Sage grimaced at the sight.  

She studied him a moment longer, letting the silence needle into him. Theo stared straight ahead, his fist clenching tightly.

She turned back to David, who hadn’t stopped glaring at Theo since he’d arrived.

“You’re a piece of shit,” Sage said coldly. “Do whatever the fuck you want. I honestly don’t care anymore.”

She stepped past David, her heels clicking fast against the concrete.

“I have to get to work, you and I will talk about this later,” she threw her purse over her shoulder. 

Theo gave a weak half-smile, following in Sage's footsteps. “Yeah, we’re going to work.”

David grabbed Sage by the wrist. He squeezed it hard, enough to make her wince. Sage stopped mid-step.

“If you don’t want me to blow the lid on your little fucking affair,” he hissed, voice low and shaking, “you and I need to have a little chat. Right now.”

Sage spun and slapped him with every ounce of strength she could muster.

The sound cracked like thunder in the quiet morning. A bird flitted from a nearby tree.

David’s head jerked sideways. His grip loosened.

“We are way past the point of playing games, David,” Sage said, eyes flashing. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She ripped her arm free from his hand.

“I haven’t heard from Jeremy in months. I don’t even know if he’s coming home after all the bullshit you've caused and you still have the fucking balls to keep on like this is a game?”

David didn’t speak. His cheek was bright red, one hand still half-raised, dumbfounded.

“You can’t do any more damage than you already have. You think that little video’s going to hurt me? I don’t care. I had a hookup, and I damn well made sure it wasn’t you.”

Her voice dropped to a low, vicious whisper. “And it will never be you again.”

She turned on her heel and walked toward the car, Theo quickly following, his eyes locked on David as he cautiously maneuvered around him. But David didn’t move.

Sage slid into the driver's seat, slammed the door shut, and tore off down the road, tires biting into the asphalt. Leaving David standing in a deadlocked stupor.

He stared at the horizon, one hand slowly balling into a fist, the other clenched tightly around his phone. His fingers trembled. His eyes burned.

She had humiliated him in broad daylight. Slapped him. Mocked him. Spoke to him like some stranger. Like he was the problem. She hadn't learned anything at all. 

His mouth was dry. His temples throbbed.

David looked down at his phone. The video glowed on the screen, mocking him.

He swiped out of it and opened his messages to Jeremy. He sent it without a second thought. But he already knew there would be no response. There would be no change, there would be no difference, and it wouldn't get Sage back.

“Fuck,” David frantically tapped the screen again and called Jeremy.

It went straight to voicemail.

It wasn't working. Nothing was working. Sage wasn't bending to him. Jeremy wasn't responding. David racked his brain, desperately trying to find a way to gain the upper hand.

That’s when something shifted in his chest. Something feral. Something that had been pacing in the dark corners of his mind.

He couldn’t wait for Jeremy anymore.

But there was another path.

He backed up toward his house, chest heaving, and sat on his patio steps. His fat fingers fumbled through his phone's gallery.

Photos. Screenshots. Old clips.

There. Her office. Her desk. Sage pushed over with his cock buried inside her. Back when she knew her fucking place. His face wasn't in camera, it was perfect.

David watched the video for a moment. Then he closed the photo viewer and opened his email.

To: Calden.Klein@...

Subject: Employee Conduct – Urgent Review

Mr. Klien,

I regret having to bring this to your attention, but I believe it's necessary given the seriousness of the matter. I’ve come into possession of several videos that appear to show your employee, Sage Powell, engaging in inappropriate sexual activity within the premises of her office. These recordings raise substantial concerns regarding professional conduct, ethics, and workplace safety.

For obvious reasons, I would ask that you keep my name anonymous. But please review the attached file carefully. This is not an attempt to slander or attack, but a necessary step to ensure standards are upheld. I hope you’ll treat this matter with the seriousness it deserves.

Regards.

A concerned Employee

He attached one of the shorter videos they had shot together.

His finger hovered over the send button.

His whole body trembled.

He knew he could back out right now. He knew he didn't have to move forward with this. But that would mean she had won. It would mean that he was truly nothing at the end of the day.

That was unacceptable. Sage needed to know there was no world where she would wind. She would be his, and she would like it. 

As images of her riding his cock flooded his mind, David's lips curled into a thin, twitching smile.

Then he pressed Send.

David leaned back against the patio door, exhaling like he’d held his breath for hours.

His smile began to fade. Small measures of guilt flooded his system. 

There was no going back now. 

–

Sage sat in her office, defeated, agitated, and tired. She would need another coffee before lunch if she was going to continue on, and continuing on is all that she had. 

She buried herself in work, buried herself in the fantasy that maybe, just maybe, Jeremy would come home. And if he didn’t, then maybe she’d be able to rebuild the parts of herself David had so expertly torn apart.

But fantasies are often short-lived.

Rebecca knocked gently on her office door. Sage looked up from her pile of work.

"Yes?" She said. Rebecca peaked inside with a weak smile.

"Hey Sage. He wants to see you," Rebecca said, her voice quiet.

Sage blinked. "Who?"

Rebecca hesitated. "Mr. Calden. He didn’t say why. He just told me to tell you now."

The name made Sage's heart skip a beat.

Mr. Calden.

The owner of her company. 

The man she rarely saw outside of skip-level meetings. He had never asked to see her directly. Never stepped foot in her office, never even acknowledged her beyond polite hellos in the hallway.

Until now.

Sage stood slowly, smoothing the fabric over her hips. "Okay. I’ll be right there."

–

Calden’s office was on the top floor. The elevator ride up felt excessively long, and as she walked across a sea of executive-level boardrooms and offices, Sage felt utterly exposed. Calden was already standing when the doors opened. Tall, built like a statue with just enough bulk to suggest he still hit the gym. His broad shoulders stretched beneath his dress shirt, jawline sharp beneath a touch of salt-and-pepper stubble. He stood a solid 6’5”, and as Sage stepped into the room, he didn’t move. He just watched her with a familiar look of hunger in his eyes. 

"Come in," He said, turning and walking over to his oversized desk. He sat, placing his laced fingers beneath his chin, watching Sage like a chess master contemplating his next move. Sage stepped into the office slowly. The room was wrapped in glass. As elegant as it was impersonal. A fortress for a man who lived and breathed control.  

"You wanted to see me, sir?" She said. The timidity of her own voice grated on her.

"Close the door," Calden said.

The firmness of his tone made Sage’s spine straighten. She did as she was told.

He didn’t say anything at first. His gaze fell down her body as Sage adjusted her skirt. 

"Sit," He said cooly. Sage walked across his large office, averting her eyes as Calden watched her figure sway. Once she sat, Calden smirked.

"Comfortable?" He asked. 

"Yes sir," Sage said. 

"Very good. I'm sure you're curious why you are here." 

"Yes, sir." 

Calden pulled out his phone. "Best I just show you." 

Then, he tapped his phone screen and turned it toward her.

A video began to play.

Her office.

Sage bent over her desk.

With David's cock plunging into her.

Sage’s stomach dropped. The blood drained from her face as her hands began to tremble. 

He paused the video and set the phone down.

"Would you like to explain that to me, Mrs. Powell?"

She opened her mouth, it took every ounce of strength to form a sentence. 

“I—he—"

He raised a hand. "You don’t need to lie. I know who he is. Despite his desire to remain anonymous, it didn't take much homework to figure out it was our contract worker, David." 

Sage's stomach lurched. David… fucking David. 

Calden stared at Sage a moment longer. 

"I can't imagine Jeremy would be happy seeing something like this." 

"Mr. Calden…" 

"And I know exactly what this would mean for you, and your future here also."

Sage’s throat burned. She couldn’t meet his eyes.

"Please... it wasn’t—"

"Save it." His voice was steel. "You’re smart enough to know what I could do with this. But I don’t want to report you, Sage. That’s not why I called you up here."

Sage looked up, slowly. He stood and walked around the desk.

He was tall. Taller than David. Trimmed and polished. His suit hung on his large, built frame like a second skin. His cologne was subtle, masculine, and expensive. He moved towards Sage and rested against the edge of his desk. 

"Here’s what I propose," he said, voice quieter. "You walk me through exactly what you did in that video. Right here. Right now, and I bury this."

Sage looked up at him. Her lips parted in disbelief. "You can’t be serious."

He tilted his head. "I need to be sure you’re not a liability to this company, Sage. I need to know that you are a team player. And... If that was a moment of weakness, I need to know how weak you really are."

Her face flushed hot. Humiliation clawed up her spine. But under it… deeper, more treacherous… was heat. Shameful, wet heat.

He moved closer, until she could smell the woodsy sharpness of his aftershave.

"Unless you’d rather I forward this video to HR?"

Her breath caught.

"Fine," she whispered. Her voice cracked. "I’ll show you."

It happened quickly. Calden took his seat, and Sage dropped slowly to her knees in front of him, her fingers trembling as they unbuckled his belt. His rock-hard cock fell out of his pants. Thick, veiny, more elegant than David’s brute girth. But commanding in its own way.

Sage stared at it. Her throat tightened.

"Something wrong?" Calden asked. Sage glanced up at him and shook her head. 

"No," She said.

Everything was wrong. It felt like she was standing in the wake of an oncoming avalanche. Helpless under its power. But it didn't stop her hands from moving up and down his pulsing cock..

"Don’t be shy," Calden said, voice low. "Like I said, play-by-play. Show me how good you are."

Sage gave Calden a death glare, her defiance boiling just underneath her skin. Only this time, she wasn't in control. Calden's smile made that perfectly clear. 

She gripped the base of his cock, leaning forward slowly, stopping just before the tip touched her full lips.

"That's it," Calden said softly.

Sage closed her eyes. Hating how much she was enjoyed wrapping her full lips around his head. Calden let out a slow exhale as he thrust upwards into her mouth. Sage took his length, her tongue circling him. Her hands stroked the base of his cock with practiced rhythm.

"You really are something…" Calden spoke calmly. His cock pulsed in her mouth, engorging as he moved her hair out of her face. "Look up at me while you do it." 

Sage obeyed, her green eyes locked on his, shimmering with defiance and heat as she swallowed him. She hated the jolt of electricity that flared each time their gazes met. Hated how powerful he looked towering above her, the way her moans spilled out with gasping breaths, the slick heat soaking through her panties.

But most of all, she hated how badly she wanted more.

Calden's hand brushed the back of her head, encouraging her to suck more aggressively, but not forcing. He didn’t have to.

Sage swallowed him, throat relaxing as he penetrated her with his full length. She bobbed faster. God she missed this. The familiar stretch, the need to control her gags. The salty taste. The slickness of spit trailing down her chin.

"That’s it," he murmured. "That’s the girl I saw on that video."

She wanted to slap him.

Instead, she sucked harder. Moaned louder. She wanted to make him cum, to gain power over him, to have some say in this situation.

But Calden didn't flinch. He didn't lose control, he simply stared at her. Admiring her work, her beauty, her sensuality. 

His cock throbbed, and he pulled out suddenly. Slick strings of saliva trailed from Sage's lips to the tip of his shaft.

"Stand up," Calden said. 

Sage obeyed. Calden put his hands gently on her waist, turning her around and bending her over his desk. Just like the video. Her cheek pressed against the cold glass surface. Her excited exhale fogged the surface. 

His hand tugged her skirt up, revealing her soaked panties that clung to her pussy tightly.

"Jesus," he whispered. "You’re dripping."

"Shut up," she said softly.

He chuckled. "Still pretending this isn’t what you wanted?"

"Just fuck me already," she snapped.

"I've always admired your fire, Sage."

Calden slid her panties aside and pushed his cock against her entrance. Slow, deliberate, teasing. Sage gasped, her nails scraping the desk. She wanted him so badly, her body ached to be taken.

He gripped her hips, letting his cock slide between her ass cheeks as he leaned over her. 

"You don’t make the rules here, Sage," he growled into her ear. "You gave those up the second you fucked that man in your office."

Sage moaned. Her pussy quivered as his cock rubbed against her. Every teasing thrust sent electric shocks down her spine.

"You’re such a mess," he said. "I bet your husband doesn’t turn you on like this."

Her eyes fluttered. Jeremy. A thousand memories and sorrows flooded her body, and then they were gone. Replaced with the sharp slap of Calden’s palm against her ass.

"You’re mine now, Sage. If you want this job, if you want to stay clean, you do exactly what I say."

Sage looked back at him, her mind swelling with a wave of emotions she had hoped to never experience again. 

A desire to be taken, to lose control to someone truly worthy of her. 

And that person was Calden.

"T-take me..." Sage's words were drowned out by a wrap on the door. Calden cooly pulled down Sage's skirt and guided her to her chair. 

"Sit," He said calmly, putting himself together as he sat back in his desk chair with smooth efficiency.

"Enter," Calden said cooly. It was Sage's floor manager, Mike. He fixed his thick-framed glasses and gave a timid nod to Calden. 

"S-sir! So sorry to bother you, but we actually have a meeting at two that I really need Sage for," Mike said nervously. 

"Don't you think a call would have been sufficient?" Calden asked. Mike let out an awkward laugh.

"Y-yes, well, under normal circumstances of course, but this is a big project and…" 

Calden raised his hand.

"No need to explain. Sage, you had better get back to your floor and keep things in order. I believe in you, and congratulations on the promotion once again." 

Sage looked at him, confused. "S-sir?" 

Calden gave a smoldering smile. 

"The promotion we just talked about? You're the new art and marketing director for our external department. Congratulations." Calden looked over to Mike and smiled.

"W-wow, Sage! That's great news!" Mike said, doing his best to feign enthusiasm.

Sage let out a nervous laugh and adjusted herself. 

"I… yeah, thank you." 

"We’ll keep in touch," Calden said. "Plenty more meetings to be had."

Sage didn’t respond. She stood and followed Mike out of Calden's office. 

Hating how badly she already wanted more.