Aubreys Playground

:Fourteen:

"Hey!" Vanessa said popping her head into Aubrey's office. He looked up, her smile was playfully malicious. "Your 3:00 is here."

Aubrey immediately frowned. "There's no 3:00."

Vanessa's smile widened as she pushed open the door. "Yes... there... is!"

Aubrey looked back up, he chuckled and leaned back in his seat. Vanessa laughed knowing all about Lori and the building obsession Aubrey was having with her. Monday afternoon hit, day four of having his contract and still she hadn't signed it or asked to speak about it, he could tell she read over it, connecting certain things during their Saturday night casual conversation. February wasn't a lasting month and they were a week out from pushing on three months of platonic back and fourths. Aubrey had found himself in the middle of a humbling moment considering he would have disappeared from this woman and her indecisiveness or hesitations a month ago.

"3:00 huh?" He said shaking his head at her.

"Well, I figured that was a good sequence of numbers to bother you at." She said playfully. She had read his contract and remembered every key fact about him. He smiled as he thought about it.

"You should know I don't like waiting and hesitation as well."

"You also don't like repeating yourself." She said down in the chair in front of his desk, he eyed her. "You consider it, what was it?... disrespectful." She said with a smirk. Lori was back to secretly testing him the same way she did last Thursday and telling him she was testing him was not apart of that said test, it was him as a Dom to pick up on it. She wasn't playfully, the way she was two night ago, her smile wasn't shy and she didn't avoid his eye contact whenever that faint moment of darkness appeared on his face.

"Your memory would serve you a reward." He said lowly, his smile had disappeared several minutes ago.

"Would that be of your choosing or mine?... considering it's MY reward." She asked. She was seductive, alluring, her smile was coy, and she was almost looking for that moment of darkness, wanting to see that scary moment. Like she missed it.

Aubrey licked then bit down on his bottom lip. "Mine." His voice was a low growl, that intimidation was back, looking her in the eyes. She got what she was mentally asking him for, she took a deep breath and looked down at her lap.

"I brought you A contract." She said changing the subject and handing him the folder.

He reached across his desk for it. "A contract? One out of three..." He opened it and nodded. "You both agreed."

"We did. Our lawyer looked it over and said it was ok to decide. She was actually pretty surprised."

"Surprised? Why was she surprised?"

"A huge business like yours, all this money, power, she assumed you'd be taking advantage of us, you know? Extra fine print, hidden and twisted words. That whole thing. You were fair."

"When I see no reason not to be, Absolutely I'm fair in business."

"Only in business?"

"If you were my sub and showed to my office at 3:00 without permission you would have been sent home immediately and punished."

She leaned back and crossed one leg over the other, she smirked at his alluring threat. "Good thing I'm not your sub, then." She paused and looked around his large office then placed her eyes back on him. She shrugged nonchalantly. "Yet." She purposely teased and playfully bounced her foot up and down.

Aubrey had grown agitated with her visit. The way she flip-flopped between moods as if she was playing a character, a role. She was playing with him, seeing how far she could go before he completely snapped. He was not frustrated with her but instead with himself for allowing her to make him agitated, for allowing her to think she could flip back and forth with him, to think she could cat and mouse, getting a free three-month trial to decide if she wanted to fully submit to him. She was choosing when to be submissive instead of being submissive, she was choosing when to question him, choosing when to be disobedient for her own amusement. He was allowing it, allowing something he did not approve of, from any woman.

He clenched down on teeth so hard they began to sting, his jaw muscles twitched at an even pace, his eyes had gone completely dark, the emotions and feelings that forced a smile on his face whenever he saw her were no longer there, they fell somewhere down to his feet.

"Stand up." It was an order.

"I don't want to." She said playfully, still in her bratty like character not fully understanding what she had woken up.

"I don't care." His voice even more unwelcoming, it had hit a depth that she was unsure of. His face was blank, so blank she frowned in concern. She realized he was no longer playing her game, she swallowed and stood up. "Walk around my desk and stand in front of me." He ordered. Her confidence depleted, completely drained from her 5'2 frame, she got small, you could see her bratty behavior physically leave her body and crawl across the floor and sit in the corner. He watched her demeanor change and yet he stayed the same, she was relying on the pouty look in her eyes, the glossed-over puppy dog expression to yield his coldness and darkness that she knew she brought on, but he remained unbothered. He pushed himself from under his desk giving her the room to stand in front of him, she walked with hesitation, slowly taking her, he still remained unbothered either way she would be standing in front of him like he told her to. He kept his dark eyes on her the whole time, following her as she cornered his desk and took the spot directly in front of him. He stood up and without notice he placed his hands under her armpits, picking her up sitting her on his desk, she let out a small yelp as she felt her butt hit the thick glass of his desk. He backed away and walked around his desk she kept her head straight forward, instead listening for what he was doing, she heard the lock to his office door click and his muffled steps coming back towards her as he stepped across the carpet. Lori took a deep breath, she closed her eyes as she saw him stepping in front of her. "Look at me." She complied. "Unbutton your shirt." She took another deep breath and slowly began undoing her blouse, the same blouse that he willingly replaced for her two months ago. He noticed and even though he was flattered that she would wear it while coming to see him, yet it wasn't enough to pull him from the depth he had currently fallen into. "Stop." Her fingers halted just above the band of her high-waisted skirt, the shirt neatly tucked in as it made like a half-open curtain for her chest. "Give me your underwear." He demanded. She frowned but pulled up the length of the right skirt reaching under the stretchy fabric to pull them from her body and handed them to him. He shoved the small amount of material into his right pocket.

Aubrey stepped back and unbuttoned his black suit jacket pulling it from his torso and hanging it in the closet of his office, she watched curiously as he unbuttoned the cufflinks of his bright white dress shirt and neatly folded them up his arms stopping below his elbow. Lori had begun to feel that same agitation only out of fear, whatever he was doing or going to do was talking too long to finally happen. He was stringing her along, playing with her mentally, wanting her mind to wonder what he could possibly have planned. She heard distant water running, the door of his bathroom opened but not opened wide enough, he purposely made it difficult for her to see what he was doing with water. He appeared from the bathroom drying them off with a white paper towel. She looked down as he began approaching her eyes widened remembering that he mentioned he was a Germaphobe in his contract. She still didn't get why he needed to wash his hands.

"You don't like waiting do you?"

"No."

"Playfully strung along?"

"No."

He stepped closer to her and placed his right hand to her left breast, her chest inflated at his touch he tucked his fingers in the side of her bra and pulled up, completely revealing her boob. He did the same with her right. He looked at them noticing they were already hard before they hit the air, he let out a deep breath. He leaned in placing his hands to the outside of her thighs and pushed the material of her skirt up, he looked her in the eyes the entire time until the skirt bunched at the tops of her thighs, the material under her butt kept it barely covering between her thighs. He pressed his hands to either side of her making sure the skin of his arm touched the skin of her outer thigh, it made for his weight to hover over her, making her feel closed in, he stepped between her thighs forcing them open.

"This little test drive you've been getting out of me, I'll admit it was different." He growled in her ear, voice pulled goosebumps from places she didn't know could have them, it was nothing but malice. "How much you can get away with, picking apart to see the kind of Dom I am. You purposely came in here to be a brat and joke with me about a contract that you have thoroughly read and remembered, you've remembered things that are not only important but things about me that turn you on. I notice everything you do, I notice every twitch, I notice every breath, I notice when you get nervous, I notice when you get small. I know you're wet right now and I haven't even touched you down there. That is how much attention I pay to you, you don't need to sign a damn thing for me to already know that you belong to me. Every piece of you reacts to me. My touch, my voice, when I look at you. You are already owned."

He stood up straight and looked over her, he had completely flipped the script on her, she was exposed physically and mentally all at the hands of him, he now had her on display for him to see if she was what he wanted. Turned-on was an understatement for Lori, she looked at him drunkenly, her mouth slightly open, her breathing shallow. He pulled her to her feet and turned her around, leaning into her he pressed his chest against her back, both of her palms pressed down into the glass desk to help her keep the little balance she had, one arm wrapped firmly around her chest, the other made its ways between her thighs, he played with her, rubbing, touching, inserting a finger inside of her, his touch had rightfully pulled several moans and gasps from her mouth, she pushed her butt into his pelvis and widened her legs letting him have more access. His hand snaked up to her throat and grabbed the bottom of her chin forcing it to the side and pressed his lips to hers kissing and biting at her. That was why he washed his hands she remembered from the contract. He had been touching papers, phones, keyboards, he was going to touch and grope, and fondle her the way he told her he eventually would.

Lori lifted her hands from the desk. "Don't you dare touch me." He growled aggressively against her lips as he watched them go back to the glass. "You want to touch me?"

"Yes.." Her breathing has become scattered.

"I can touch you and I will touch you where ever I want, whenever I want, and however I want. Do you know why?" He hissed at her. She was silent only moans coming off her lips. "You know I don't repeat myself."

"Because I'm yours." She finally said.

"Because you are mine!" He pulled his hands completely from her body. She stayed leaning over the desk, truly not wanting him to stop. Aubrey stood behind her looking her up and down, how unraveled she was, how unbalanced she was. "Turn around and look at me." She took a deep breath trying to pull herself together as best she could. She turned around and looked up at him. His face had still yet to change if anything he was now colder and even more desensitized. He raised the hand that had been between her thighs and placed the pad of his middle finger that had found its way inside her, into his mouth and quickly sucked, sampling what he fully declared was now his. "Do you want to touch me?"

She breathed heavily leaning against the desk. "Yes."

He reached out for her chin cupping it tightly and forcefully pulled her to him by the face, his forehead and nose pressing into hers as he stared down at her. "Then bring me my signed contract." He said through clenched teeth, then pressed his lips to hers, he bit down on her bottom lip and pulled away. "Get yourself together before you leave. I have a meeting. Vanessa will know you're in here." He shoved his hands in his pockets as he walked towards the door, unlocking it and walking out to the rest of the building.