F24 i was raped by my coworker and we are dating now
He is a coworker who was always very flirty with me, i always shot him down, but that never stopped him from trying. "Persistence is key" is literally what he told me when i asked him why he kept wanting me to go on a date with him.
At one point i considered filing a harassment charge to HR but in a way i also liked the attention, and i enjoyed the chocolate i often found at my desk so... yea.
Then the time came, when we had to drive to a client together once a week. A 2 hour car ride together. Obviously he was very happy about having "more quality time" with me.
During the ride he often did things like putting his hands on my thighs and such.
Then we had a big Halloween party at work. I dressed up in a sexy, but still appropriate, cosplay. Had a good time. He was eyeing me. At one point we were alone, he kissed me, and put his hands down my... you know what. I left.
Next work i did file a harassment charge against him. But i was never a person who liked drama and conflicts, so I wasn't specific, and simply wrote he was acting inappropriate towards me, hoping the light consequence of a stern talking to would be enough for him to stop it. Not like i wanted to ruin his life.
It did stop for a while, but mostly we weren't working together as much then.
Then at some point our client needed visits again, and i was asked if i was comfortable doing it with him again. I said sure, i didn't had issues with him anymore.
First car ride, everything was fine. On the way back, he started to touch me again.
Next week same thing on the first ride.
Then on the way back, he asked me about my charge. What i was thinking. We talked about it. He told me "You like my attention, or you would have told them what i actually did to you". I didn't really respond because yea, im a girl. I like attention even when i don't like it. Its how our brain works. Things kept going back and forth like that for a bit.
Then at one point he literally whipped out his dick during the car ride and told me to suck it.
Of course i told him to fuck off and to stop the car so i can get out. He locked the doors and took a detour until we stopped somewhere in the middle of nowhere. He asked me if i was on birth control. I said no. Not sure why i even answered to be honest. He said "we'd have an issue then, because he will cum inside of me today, and if it's not gonna be my throat it will be my pussy."
Things kept going more intense, and eventually he did. He opened the doors again, but before i managed to even comprehend what was happening, he pulled me out of my seat, and bend me against the hood of the car. It felt like it was hours, but probably a lot shorter. He came inside of me.
I distinctly remember the feeling of the sex, the hood. The way he afterwards caressed my butt. Using a finger to push his cum back inside when it began leaking out of me. The slap he gave my butt. The way he pulled his pants back up and closed his belt, his facial expression like a job well done.
He wanted us to go back into the car. I was confused, hurt, humiliated. He helped me put on my own pants again properly. We went back into the car, we didn't talk. He dropped me off home. He had the biggest smile on his face. "See you tomorrow!" and drove off.
I called in sick for a few days, until i would have to get a doctors note. So i returned to work, being afraid of seeing him again. I went to grab a coffee, and while i was there, he came in for the same reason. My heart was racing. When he lightly touched my hips walking past me to a cabinet, i felt like i pissed myself. It made me so wet, i have never experienced that before.
The once when we were alone, he asked me if i was thinking about "filing a charge against his inappropiate behavior again.". I remember just looking at the ground in shame. "Thought so" was his answer to that.
The more time passed, the more he teased me about it. It did so many things again. And he knew he had this power over me. Like he could remote control my body. Touching me whenever he could, or simply saying the right thing and watching me squirm.
Eventually we had to get into that car again. Everything about my mind screamed no, but my body said yes. He came by my room and told me it's time for us to leave, i did. He took me by my hand, literally.
On our way to the client, he whipped out his dick again during the ride and asked me if i was feeling more compliant today. I did, and gave him head. Then on the way back, he fucked me again.
And as time went on, he kept fucking me whenever he had the opportunity.
In the office, he took me by my hand and touched me increasingly often in front of others and simply told them we are dating. And as time passed, this became more and more the case. I started to be less ashamed of what happened, to enjoy it even, to look forward to it. And now 2 years later, we are in fact living together. And honestly, im genuinely happy with this relationship