Bare

Chapter Seven- Ownership

Not knowing how she could face Deacon after learning she was practically owned by him, Gwen kept herself on the couch of a fellow dancer, playing ill. She got up an hour before this girl and sat in a hot shower until she could feel her temperature begin to elevate, then acted as if she had the flu. She had to assure her co-worker that she wasn't pregnant before finally being allowed off the hook. But instead of spending the day away from the man who made her so very nervous, she found herself doing nothing but thinking about him. The feeling of his hand on her skin, even aggressively, especially aggressively made her crave whatever would follow after. She tried everything to distract her mind from her new employer, but he had truly gotten under her skin as she wanted him in her sheets. She dreamed of him each night as he would whisk her away in true Harlequin fashion upon a white horse directly in the surf as the sun set behind them. But in her mind, perhaps it had been incredibly raw, incredibly vivid, and enough to make her aroused to the point of near desperation. Not wanting to be caught giving herself pleasure, she left the apartment for a moment, walking around to try and get her mind from him. But every ad she passed had a man who held his smile and each woman she passed made her think of those at the club. But as she began to try and distance herself, she started feeling light headed while suffering nose candy withdrawals.

She knew Deacon would tell her she was better than that, but she didn't much care for his attempt to control her life. Instead, she wanted him tied to her headboard with a gag so she could take control of him. Little did she know, he wanted the same but roles reversed. 

She returned to the apartment a little after two with the mail having been left in front of the door. Moving down to pick it up, she rose back to see Deacon emerging from around the corner and looking at her. 

"I see you are feeling better." He commented in his cheeky accent. Given a key by her friend and momentary roommate, Gwen allowed him inside before sitting on the couch. Her eyes focused on him as she waited for there to be some snarky comment of why she was still in her pajamas passed noon. But this seemed the farthest thing from his mind as his eyes didn't move last her chin. 

"You are coming with me." He spoke while moving towards her. "I am giving you. five minutes to change." And with that, he turned his back from her as she pulled out a string pull bag and placed her items inside before choosing something new. He was desperate to turn and see her vulnerable skin and caress it as he thought of doing so a million times. As she turned to try and follow after him, knowing he wouldn't take no for an answer, she became light headed and developed a nose bleed. This was clearly from her avid drug use, but Deacon did not want to make her feel as if this had been the case. Instead, he helped her aid the bleeding before escorting her to his car and away from the apartment. 

The duration of the ride had consisted of Gwen changing the channels of the radio until each song would come to its chorus. With the songs she knew, she would belt out with them, before skipping the ones that she didn't know. This continued until the car came to a stop at the club. 

"You brought me to work?" She asked with a scoff. He nodded.

"Yeah, you are quite aggressive and stubborn so I thought you could help me." She remained in the car as he walked around to her side-locking it before he could gain access to her. "Are you six?" He asked with a scoff, piling on the door. She sat in the passenger seat with her arms across her chest and her eyes focused ahead of her. 

"Fine." He moved into the club, abandoning her. "Good luck without AC on a 90 degree day." He commented while bringing the keys to his back pocket and using another set to open the building to gain access. It had only been a handful of minutes before she could no longer stand the heat, and joined him inside the club. She was surprised to find everything having been covered in plastic with workers moving without any sign of stopping. 

"What is going on?" She asked upon moving to the office Owen had claimed ownership of up until twenty four hours ago. 

"This club is a true hole in the wall...but not a novelty like a pub...a hole caused by a wreck." He spoke while sifting through papers to try and get them into order as Gwen moved to the safe in recalling drugs having been there.

"You won't find anything but documents in there." He spoke as she went to put the code in that she recalled from obtaining a few weeks prior when Owen had been drunk and overzealous with her. "All your little drugs are gone…" as she went to leave the room, she found him to try and stop her before the door handle was removed on their side-forcing her to lose her footing. Sensing this, he moved quickly towards her and caught her arm before her ass fell directly onto the floor. To pull her back to her feet, he had to pull her into him, which only intensified the s****l desire they had for each other. She eventually gained the upper hand and brushed herself off before picking up the knob on her side. 

"So...I suppose we are trapped in here until morning." Her expression turned sour before she tried to bang on the door to gain someone's attention. 

"What about the windows."

"The have been changed out with bulletproof glass and can't be opened."

"And nobody can hear us?"

"Between the hankering and whatever music they have in their ears.. I doubt it. Besides, the locksmith is coming in the morning for new locks anyway...it is only about fifteen hours." This was both a nightmare and a source of excitement for Gwen. She wasn't sure how she would react within such tight confines against Deacon. She would be forced to spend over half a day with someone whom she wanted to pull his hair out while also wanting to have him bend her over the desk and bring her to orgasm. 

"At least we have a bathroom." She spoke under her breath upon seeing it having been redone. Its ancient 1980s bland existence and squeaky piping had been redone for an enticing chrome exchange. The bathroom had even extended to hold a shower. 

"I suppose since we will be in here for a bit, we shall make our time useful…" he spoke his thought out loud while he removed the suit jacket he had that concealed his toned arms. He wore a white dress shirt that seemed tailored to his physique, allowing her to gain insight to his bare chest. But she neglected to notice her lip slipping between her teeth as she watched him roll up his sleeves and reveal veins on his arms and hands, showing he was muscular. 

"You may become frozen like that.. here…" Deacon sat behind the desk before sliding a set of booklets towards Gwen. "Make yourself useful, yeah?" She glared at him before she began to sort through what she learned were ledgers. 

"What is the point of these renovations anyway?" She asked while flipping through the pages. 

"To make it classy...elegant…"

"An elegant strip club-"

"It is a gentleman's club. VIPs are the only ones who get to see a bare woman." He informed her as she actually grew fond of that idea as that meant more money. As she became distracted as to what she could do with a consistent income, her finger slid just perfectly upon the edge of a specific piece of paper that she became sliced by a paper cut. Wincing, she threw the book down before he moved to her. 

"It stings…" she whined as he rolled his eyes and stuck her finger in between his lips and sucked the blood before pressing his tongue on the wound. "You don't know where my fingers have been…" she spoke in an attempt to gain them back into her control, but he simply smirked and responded with a cocky tone. "But I do." His rebuttal was in reference to when he saw her pleasure herself in the showers after a show. This made her both dangerously aroused and incredibly angry as he had managed to out-seduce her. She was able to make herself distance from him as she avoided eye contact after this. At least for a while, while she came to the understanding that it would be a lengthy 15 hours.