Aubreys Playground

:Ten:

Aubrey stood off to the side of a blind spot he watched Lori as she sat waiting for him, he had arrived at the building at 9:20 wanting to see how well she truly followed direction, wanting to know how committed to a certain lifestyle she really was. At 9:29 he quietly watched her step her way to the four steps, she looked at her watch and as soon as it turned 9:30 she took a seat. Aubrey's eyes widened, he took a deep breath and shook his head, it was physically taking everything in him to not have his way with her, to not grab her off the step and take her to his office and do everything he had thought of.

She looked over admiring the design of the extremely large building, the colors chosen, the furniture placement. She sat quietly, her phone in her purse not worried about time or if Aubrey texted her further instructions, she wasn't fidgety, nervous, not that he could see, he looked down at his watch, he'd make her wait but not that long. He snuck out the side door and walked around the front entrance, Lori turned to notice the security guard get up from his post to greet Aubrey as he personal entered the building himself, he slid his building key back into his pocket and did a quick chat with the man in uniform, he smiled placing his hand to the man's shoulder then ducked off in Lori's direction. She smiled upon his arrival but did not stand to happily greet him like she always did. Aubrey immediately noticed the difference, a difference in which he did not like, he began to feel conflicted, he began second-guessing their connection.

"I'm still sitting because you did not give me further instructions after your arrival." She said noticing the disappointment in Aubrey's face.

"You're absolutely right." He smirked. "You are such a good girl."

The deepness in his voice, the way he applauded her giving her a positive reaction to something even he missed made her shift positions, a tingle in her lower pelvic assured her that she was wet and or on the verge of being wet, she hadn't been called a 'Good Girl' by such a solid man in years, ever actually. Aubrey stepped closer, placing himself on the second step and held his hand out for her, she stood up and placed hers into his allowing him to guide her down the steps. He walked her over to the elevator and pressed the up arrow, Lori stood several inches away from him, he smirked and shook his head, his legs shoulder-width apart, he grabbed his right wrist with his left hand and stood there as if to be on guard, the elevator doors opened.

"Step on." He directed her. She did as told, turned around and faced him, waiting for him. He took two long strides and was next to her turning around to press the 20th-floor button. "You may touch me." He said with a smile as the doors closed. She returned the playful smile and grabbed his hand interlocking her fingers with his. "I have to admit, the way you follow direction is..." He stopped mid-sentence and tugged at the collar of his dress shirt, he was back to feeling stiff and hard, it was driving him crazy to learn what she liked and didn't like, how he could play with her, what her moans sounded like, how wet she got, if she could squirt or not. "All I can think about is bending you over a table, pulling your pants down to your ankles, and feeling you up, groping you, touching whatever and wherever the f**k I want. But because you do not belong to me I will not handle you as such. Step out." Lori smirked, keeping her eyes forward she took steps forward stepping off the elevator.

The top floor of the building was a staff only restaurant, the fancy dining area was extremely quiet, not even music playing as background noise, the only sound to cut into a possible awkward silence was the sound of personal chefs in the kitchen working about to prepare whatever Aubrey had asked.

"Sit." He said pulling her chair out for her. She sat down placing her small purse on the far right end of the table. "They can make you whatever you want."

"Whatever I want..."

"It's your world."

"Chicken Marsala."

Aubrey raised his eyebrows he nodded seeming impressed with her taste in food for the night.

"I asked you to dinner because I wanted to present an opportunity for you. Friday, Saturday, and Sunday."

"I always took you for a one day Dom." She said smirking.

"I did too, until 20 minutes ago." He replied back maliciously, his tone was no longer welcoming or filled with care and concern. It was extremely deep, dark, it was a growl, a heavy whisper. There was almost a warning to it. His eyes were darker than usual, his face held no emotion not even with Lori's eyes twinkling at him from across the table. He had completely changed, an enemy like demeanor.

He stood up and walked over to the bar picking up a thin packet of stapled papers, then another set of papers along with it. He walked back over to the table and placed them in front of her. "This is the contract." He pushed it forward across the table. "If you choose to sign the contract, you will then sign the NDA." He pushed the second set of papers towards her, making both sets within her eyesight.

Lori adjusted her eyes downward at the intimidating sets of paper. She opened the contract. Her whole name printed into the spots that were once blank, she flipped another page reading over words like -fear, abandonment, nurturing, erotic humiliation.- she flipped another page and more words surfaced and caught her eye like -Playful, bossy, obedience, ritual worshiping.- Lori took a deep breath and continued her way through the thick packet. Aubrey leaned back in his chair watching her, studying her demeanor, reading what words made her face change in emotion, trying to figure out what acts provoked her body to shift in her chair being she was uncomfortable or turned on. -slave, bottom, switch, bondage, sadism, masochism, training, anal- the words and terms kept coming, a whole page dedicated to his responsibilities that he was required to give her as her Dominant/Master and the next page dedicated to her responsibilities required to be given to him as his Submissive/Slave.

Lori was not intimated by the contents of the contract, seeing as she was used to the terms and conditions, granted every Dom/sub relationship was different there was still the basic information and if you were in the lifestyle long enough you caught on quickly. He made it clear he was extremely loving and took great concern in the wellbeing of his sub(s), that your safety was his responsibility, that he did not tolerate disrespect from outside parties towards his sub(s). His sub(s) was his and to only be sexually active with him and or who he instructed her to be sexually active with. She leaned forward becoming interested as she stumbled upon the section in which his kinks belonged in, she smirked as she read the highlighted words power complex, s****l and verbal humiliation. With her head still down she adjusted her eyes to look up at him, he had yet to move an inch still trying to figure her out, she flipped a page where she was able to write in all her kinks a small section of fine print letting her know Aubrey ultimately had the final say in if her kinks were conducive or not.

Aubrey smirked as her face had finally shifted, her eyebrows final lifted, a form of emotion finally kicked in, she was no longer unreadable. The last few pages before the signing of her name were dedicated to where she would physically be from Friday to Sunday. Aubrey was extremely meticulously, the details in which he took to explain everything so there truly was no miss-understanding you couldn't even try to pretend like you didn't understand. From 6:00 Friday to 6:00 Sunday she belonged to him, she was his property to do and live out whatever selected kinks from his list that they agreed upon. She would live in his home on the outer edge of the city and be of use to him at anytime day or night. She was to present hospital records of up to three years, doctors visits of the following year. She was to pick her safe word, that at any moment she said it he would immediately cease all interactions whether they were punishments or s****l activity, It was allowed to be any word of her choosing. How long her training would last, what every day would consist of until she was finished, she was to make a grocery list of items she would need in his home for the three days she stayed, he was to know what day her period started and what day it ended, when did it go from light to heavy, what medication she took for cramping, what symptoms did she experience during her period, of she was accustom to mood swings and sanitary products she used during it.

She had never experienced a man so particular about his submissive. She had never experienced the type of Dominant Aubrey was. She knew they existed but she never would have thought she'd run into one. She was to discuss any physical appearance change with him, haircuts, weight loss, weight gain, clothing, makeup, plastic or cosmetic surgery, His kinks were considered rough, painful, mean, they consisted of heavy bondage and his sub being humiliated at the hands of his words and or during their s*x. He was not afraid to punish his sub and made it very clear that his punishments ranged from simply being ignored to being spanked throughout the day, to being physically burned or cut. All in which would last under the time frame of the contract, after the contract date was up his sub(s) were free to choose to extend their contract or go on her separate way.

Lori closed the contract folding it back to its correct order, she picked it up and neatly placed it on top of the NDA. Aubrey remained quiet as he watched her. She looked around the restaurant taking in the multiple different views throughout all the windows, she was calm as if she didn't just read what she read, as if Aubrey had simply given her a pamphlet on whips and chains. Aubrey frowned, he clenched his jaw he was not getting the reaction he expected.

"Well?" He said breaking their silence.

Lori turned her head from the view and looked at him. "If I was to sign your company contract and eventually merge with RGE and I was to sign this contract wouldn't that be a conflict of interest? You being sexually active with a member of your company?..." She with creased eyebrows and a smirk.

He licked his bottom lip. "And if they did find out..." He shrugged. "Who's going to fire me?"