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  Now the two of them were travelling to Washington, DC. A sub-department of a sub-commitee of one of the Houses (something like that, Sara was never quite sure) was holding an inquiry into the crash of the domestic automotive market during the Global Financial Crisis, and Mark was being invited to give his opinion, and to help the committee understand how Terringer International had such success while the rest of the industry in America did terribly.

  Mark was understandably nervous. He didn’t want to give away trade secrets that would end up on the public record, helping his competition whom he knew would immediately scour his entire testimony in an attempt to increase their own bottom lines. He was currently in his office, meeting with his upper level executives, trying to find a solution, while Sara sat at her desk, manning the door and organizing her notes from the previous few days that she hadn’t had the chance to sort out.

  The phone ringing unexpectedly made Sara jump, she reached over to answer it. Only around a dozen people had the direct number for this line, and the receptionist in the lobby rarely put calls through to Mark Terringer himself.

  “Terringer International” came Sara’s standard reply.

  “I need to speak to Mark” came the gruff voice on the other end of the phone. Sara could tell the person on the other end of the line was muffling their voice, it sounded as though he was speaking through a sock. Red flags went up instantly. In her head.

  “I’m sorry, he’s not available right now, can I take a message?”

  “Tell him if he testifies in Washington, he’s dead.”

  Sara stared at the phone for a second and hung up immediately. Her heart was racing. She’d never actually taken a message that was a death threat before.

  After a couple of minutes, Sara’s heart beat returned to normal. She tried calming herself down. “It was probably just a prank call” she thought to herself. But how on earth would a prank caller get that number, a number that only a dozen people knew? She dialed reception in the lobby and asked if they had put anyone through, and they told her no. So it had definitely been someone who knew the number. Then she wrote down everything she could remember about the man’s voice. “I knew watching all of those crime shows would come in handy someday” she thought to herself.

  When twenty minutes later Mark’s meeting ended, Sara dreaded having to tell him what had happened. He already looked weary and tired. Even his hair didn’t have the smooth sheen it normally did, it hung loose and limp on Mark’s head. He gave Sara a small smile. The meeting obviously didn’t go as well as he’d hoped. Mark came over, moved behind Sara and grabbed her waist, slowly moving her hands up to play with her breasts. Sara let out a small moan as he opened her blazer and slowly undid the buttons on her blouse, opening it completely. He tweaked and twisted her nipples, turning them into stiff peaks as Sara leaned back into him.

  “Ohhhh I need this” he muttered into her ear.

  Suddenly, he pinched her nipple, hard. Sara let out a squeal. She still hadn’t gotten used to this, but she knew Mark loved surprising her with a pinch, so she didn’t really try to stop yelping when he did it.

  Suddenly, as though he realized the importance of his situation, Mark stood up and motioned for Sara to do her shirt back up.

  “Sorry Sara, I just really shouldn’t be doing to you the things I want to right now. I have way too much on my plate. We fly to Washington at 6am tomorrow and I have a shitload to think about.”

  Sara was surprised. Mark rarely ever swore, except of course, in the bedroom.

  “Look Mark,” she started, deciding to cut straight to the chase. “I got a threatening phone call when you were in the meeting. The man had muffled his voice, and he said that if you speak in Washington tomorrow, you’re dead. I called downstairs and they said they didn’t put anyone through, so whoever it was obviously knew the number for this line. I wrote down everything I could think of right after, but I didn’t call the police as I didn’t know how you would want to deal with it.”

  Mark looked at her with a look that could only mean pride, then came over and gave her a big hug. “I literally cannot think of how you could have better handled that Sara, thank you. I’m sorry you had to receive a threat on my behalf. Don’t worry about calling the police; I will handle all of that. I know the commissioner here in New York.”

  He tried giving her a reassuring smile, but Sara could see in his eyes that her news had made his bad day even worse.

  “I’m going to give you the rest of the day off, go home and rest, then meet me here at 5 tomorrow morning for our flight.”

  Sara nodded. She hesitated for a second, then went over and gave him a small hug. She had never instigated intimacy with Mark, this was completely new. “It will be ok, you know? You didn’t make billions by being dumb, you’re not going to make any dumb mistakes tomorrow.”

  Mark smiled. “Thanks Sara, that means a lot coming from you” he told her.

  Sara released him and without another word, turned around and called the elevator.

  The next day, she was in the lobby at 4:59am as the limo pulled up to the curb. Sara just had a small bag with notebooks, pens, a netbook in case she needed internet access and her phone. The elevator doors opened behind her and Mark came out. Sara suspected he had slept in his office. She knew he had a bathroom and full wardrobe, and often slept on the couch. It was obvious he’d used the shower and wardrobe, but definitely didn’t look like he’d gotten much sleep.

  Sara confirmed her suspicions when Mark full on fell asleep next to her in the limo, taking a nap while they drove to the airport.

  When he woke up and was got on the plane, Mark definitely looked more alert. The nap on the way obviously did him some good. They shared the cabin with three of Terringer’s other executives who were coming along but not testifying. The three men sat on the other side of the cabin, everyone caught up in their own thoughts. Mark took out a notepad and went over his plan in his head, occasionally asking Sara for her input, or to write something down. She appreciated that the longer she worked for him, the more he asked her for her thoughts. She hadn’t honestly expected that he would ask her about anything, but here she was, giving her opinion.

  She decided to tell him the idea that popped into her head the previous afternoon, as she sat on the couch on her afternoon off, watching Family Guy reruns.

  “Mark, I came up with an idea last night. You’ve already given the committee a copy of your written stuff, but you’re worried about the questions they’re going to ask about your business, right?”

  “Yes, that’s correct.”

  “They’re not having you testify under oath, are they?”

  “No, this isn’t that type of hearing.”

  “Then lie. Tell the truth about everything that doesn’t affect your future business, but beyond that, change the truth just a little bit. Instead of telling them how you spent eight months rigorously studying Japanese to make a favourable impression on their executives, say you just hired a translator for meetings and must have just negotiated well. That sort of thing.”

  Mark stayed silent for a couple of minutes. Suddenly, he burst out laughing.

  “Sara, sweetheart, we’re going to make an executive out of you yet! That’s a brilliant idea. Brilliant. So simple. How did the people I pay half a million dollars a year not come up with that? You’re getting a pay rise when we get back to New York.”

  Mark laughed again. Sara could practically see the weight lifted off his shoulders. The shadows under his eyes seemed to recede, he sat taller in his seat and he had the fire in his eyes of a businessman going to tackle a challenge. Sara smiled to herself. Mark would definitely be ok at the hearing, she thought.

  The plane landed in Washington, and the four were immediately whisked off in a limo headed for the hearing. Sara thought the rest of the day was pretty boring. She sat as a spectator along with the other three executives as Mark read off the speech he had prepared, explaining why the car manufacturers had failed when the
global financial crisis hit. It was a scathing speech, and Sara knew Mark had made more enemies than friends in his industry by saying it. However, she also knew Mark felt extremely strongly that the government shouldn’t pay for executive bonuses, and that if a company is terribly run, it shouldn’t be the taxpayers that prop it up.

  When he was finished, they entered the question and answer period. This was crunch time. Sara tried paying attention as the committee asked their questions, but she knew little enough about Mark’s business that she didn’t know if he was telling the truth or lying about most questions. She knew a lot about the day-to-day workings of the company at the present, but a lot of the overall strategies the business had used in the past was completely foreign to her.

  It took four hours and thirty-seven minutes before the committee finally decided to let Mark go. When they met him back outside, he was being hounded by reporters. Sara had to admit, as she watched him handle the throng of rabid people thrusting microphones into his face, he knew how to handle the media. He was suave, kind, gentle and answered their questions with seemingly frank honesty. No wonder his company had been so successful so quickly, Mark Terringer knew how to handle a crowd.

  When the media frenzy subsided and the four Terringer International workers were in the limo, the three executives immediately started congratulating Mark on his success.

  “Fantastic Mark, that was absolutely fantastic. If anything our competition is going to be on completely the wrong track now. They think it was mostly good luck that got you where you were.”

  Mark waved off the praise. “I’m just glad its over, really. That was one of the most stressful things I’ve had to do since I’ve run the company.” Despite his happiness, Sara could still see a tinge of worry behind his dark eyes. She knew he was thinking about the threat he’d received the other day.

  The group were returning to New York later that afternoon, but Mark had a separate car waiting to take his executives to the lunch they were attending, claiming he had another meeting he had to attend while in the city. When they were finally alone, Mark undid his tie and sighed, leaning deep into the leather seats.

  “I thought you did well” Sara eventually told him.

  Mark opened one eye and looked at her. “Yes, I think I did as well. I feel as though a weight’s been lifted off my shoulders. It feels fantastic. Of course there’s still that threat, but it was probably just one crazy person that won’t ever act on it.”

  “I hope you’re right” came Sara’s response.

  She wondered where they were going, until finally the limo stopped and the driver opened their door. Sara got out and found herself in front of a fancy French restaurant. All of the windows were blackened, so she couldn’t see inside. “Come on,” Mark told her. “I got us a reservation.”

  When they were finally seated in extravagant red velvet covered dining chairs, Sara asked “What are we doing here?”

  Mark smiled at her. “I had the reservation made in case the day went as well as it did. I wanted to celebrate, and I thought who better with?” He threw Sara one of those cheeky smiles she loved so much, and she could tell her face was going crimson.

  “Awww thank you” was all she managed to bumble out. She could see Mark’s eyes laughing gently at her awkwardness.

  “Besides, I have a special surprise planned when we get back on the plane. I’ve been so stressed with work that I haven’t even taken advantage of my personal assistant in days, and so I’m going to have to make up for it.” he added with a twinkle in his eye. Sara blushed, trying not to think about what he was going to have her do on the plane ride back. Even so, she could feel herself getting hot down in her lady parts. “Concentrate on lunch, Sara”, she scolded herself in her head.

  Even though the meal of coq au vin followed by crème brulée was the best Sara had ever had, by very, very far, she couldn’t help but revel in the fact that she was on what could almost be considered a date with a billionaire. More importantly, she was on what could almost be considered a date with Mark. In some ways she still considered him the sexy handsome stranger that she hoped on her first day worked in the accounting department.

  After what seemed like only minutes, it was time to head back to New York. Sara was still on a high from what she was now definitely considering a date. Mark had been affectionate, kind, extremely talkative and gentlemanly. They got back in the limo and headed towards Dulles airport. Mark definitely seemed back to his old self, Sara thought. When they got out of the limo and climbed into the plane, the two other executives were already in their seats, waiting.

  When they got into their seats, Mark leaned over and whispered into Sara’s ear “When the plane takes off, I want you to go up to the front of the plane, and strip off all of your clothes except the heels.” Sara blushed. Mark loved making her show off her body in front of others, and even though it excited Sara, she always got nervous about it nonetheless.

  Five minutes later they were in the air. Sara walked to the front of the plane, slowly. She could feel the three men’s eyes all on her. The stewardess was in the back of the plane, probably preparing a light meal.

  Sara slipped off her blazer, slowly, to start with. She tried to concentrate on Mark, watching him as she slid off the blazer, revealing her light silk blouse through which her nipples were almost completely visible. Sara started slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse, making sure her slow movements were deliberate. She undid all of the buttons and teasingly kept her hands over her breasts as she slid off the blouse. Then, she turned around and let her hands fall free, none of the men still able to see her breasts.

  Sara then undid the zipper on the side of her skirt and let it fall to the floor. Mark didn’t allow her to wear underwear, so her ass was now completely visible. She was naked, except for the heels, just as Mark asked. The other two executives openly stared at her as Sara sensually turned back around, giving the men their first view of her fully naked front. Sara hoped her face wasn’t as red as it felt. She hated her genes that made her blush at a moment’s notice.

  Despite her embarrassment, Sara could feel herself getting wet. These strange men she barely knew and would have to see again from time to time at the office were now looking at her most private parts, and Sara had eventually found out after being with Mark, that that turned her on.

  Mark stood up and walked over to Sara. The stewardess had come out as well, although she gave Sara a quick once-over, she was a professional and pretended as though everything was normal. “This probably isn’t the first time this has happened in front of her anyways” Sara thought to herself.

  With a glint in his eye, Mark pulled two pairs of handcuffs out of a random compartment in the side of the plane. “Does he just have sex toys lying around everywhere?” Sara briefly thought to herself. She wondered what he was going to do with two of them, and her question was quickly answered.

  “Turn around, bend over and grab your ankles” he ordered. Sara did as he asked, she knew better than to hesitate. She bent over, exposing her bare ass and pussy to Mark, the two other executives and the stewardess. At least now she could blame her blushing on blood rushing to her head.

  Mark took the handcuffs and cuffed her left wrist to her left ankle, then her right wrist to her right ankle. “Spread your legs” he told her. Sara did as asked, spreading her legs about 2 feet apart, showing off even more of her most private parts. “Further.” Sara spread her legs as far as she could while still having her arms tied to them, around three feet.

  Mark came over and rubbed her ass, just barely running his fingers into her crack. Sara was definitely getting turned on, and she knew that Mark could see the juices just starting to slide their way out of her pussy lips. Sara moaned as he teased her skin with his light touch, then wandered back towards the end of the plane.

  Sara’s hair covered her view, so she couldn’t tell what Mark was doing. All of a sudden, she heard a whoosh of air, and a firm “CRACK” on her ass. Sara yelped. This was d
efinitely not his hand. Sara’s ass was on fire, the sharp pain from whatever he had just hit her with stung like nothing else. Suddenly, she heard another whoosh of air, and whatever he was using hit her again in the exact same spot. Sara let out another yelp, this time more out of pain than surprise. The first hit had made her ass raw and sore, and the second felt ten times worse on her already painful skin.

  “Do you like that?” Mark asked.

  “Yes, I like it” came Sara’s reply. She did enjoy being spanked, and this had the added thrill of not knowing what he was hitting her with. Sara thought about the men watching her, the strange men that she was forced to take this in front of.

  Mark hit her again, and again, and again. Sometimes he hit her right cheek, sometimes the left. It gave her a bit of relief whenever he changed, but after a dozen or so smacks, both her ass cheeks were in so much pain it didn’t make much of a difference.

  Sara’s pussy was soaking wet. She had learned when she started working as Mark’s sex slave that she gt turned on by the pain, and the control he had over her. That had only grown, and now she really wanted his cock inside of her. Sara didn’t know if he would fuck her on the plane, sometimes he got her turned on for hours before finally giving her the release she wanted.

  When she’d been hit probably around 30 times, Mark suddenly stopped. He reached down and pulled back her hair, showing Sara the riding crop he’d been hitting her with. Her ass was on fire, every single part of it stung like crazy.

  “Enjoying yourself I see. You’re all wet” he told her.

  Sara whispered a reply, not really wanting the other men to hear what she was saying.

  “What’s that? I can’t hear you” Mark teased.

  “Yes, yes I’m all wet” Sara finally exclaimed loudly enough for everyone in the cabin to hear.

  “You’re a naughty girl. I’m going to have to punish you” Mark replied with a smile. He dropped Sara’s hair back down so she couldn’t see anything, and when Sara heard the familiar whoosh once more, she braced herself, ready for the crop to land on one of her stinging cheeks.