hold you through the night , lady

[THEODORE CUNNINGHAM]

forever going with the flow, but you’re friction

and all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along

he had been warned about this kind of thing happening. people had told him, he had gotten calls from his parents and the weather station especially had informed him that the winds were going to pick up and the rain was going to come, but he had not expected the power to be out. after having sent most of his staff home early, allowing them the chance to escape before the weather got too horrible, he had to keep his secretary around for the obvious reasons, and the other oblivious reasons. he was now seated across from her, munching on something that he had fished out of the vending machine before the power had gone out and they had been left stranded in his own private sector of the office space. the security system had been knocked out but thankfully, theo had thought to put in a couch for long nights at the office and he had snacks and some kind of liquid, including alcohol, stashed away in his office. standing up, he walked over to the kiosk that sat in the corner and poured himself a neat scotch, giving a glance over to her, ”drink?”

[/b] he asked, his own cup being lifted to his lips on nursed upon before repeated the process for a second time. he felt the need for alcohol at this moment to keep his own emotions in check as his eyes wondered over to her form, beautiful and innocent in all of it’s glory. her blonde hair appeared straighter and he took note of that, her clothes seemed crisper, she was appearing to try and make an impression, ”kind of a bummer that we are stuck here…”[/b] he mumbled, wishing for his own bed and a good hot meal at this moment, taking the few steps to reach his original spot which was an office chair that was positioned across from her. placing a hand on her knee, his fingers brushed the smooth skin, his thumb making small designs absentmindedly on her knee cap before shrugging and pulling back, ”but we will make the most of it.”[/b]. .[/div][/center]

[galadriel]

[/style][style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; border-left: 10px solid #3b5323;]She had never really been in such a storm. She could hear the windows raddled as the wind blew hard and strong outside. On top of it all, she was stuck in the office; in a blackout; with her boss, whom she was in love with. Well, she believed that she was in love with him. She liked him, that was for sure. She sat nervously in the chair across from him, pulling on the hem of her skirt. She had begun to dress differently for work than she normally would have. She wanted to impress: shorter skirts, tighter blouses, higher heels (not that she needed them, she was tall enough as it was). she even had begun to straighten her hair and keep up with her roots. Some days she considered going back to her natural brunette, but she liked being blond; she liked being different from her brothers. Thinking of Haldir, Lady bit her lip. She wondered if he was okay. The cabin they were staying in had a small cellar in the basement, she just hoped that maybe he had heard the news and gotten down there, or somewhere else safe.

"Drink?" Lady's head spun around in the direction of Theo. She hadn't even realized that he had moved from his spot in front of her. She was too worried about the storm outside and her brother to be aware of anything physical around her. She really wasn't hiding any of her insecurities at that moment. Even if she wanted to, she would have had a hard time. She hated storms, always had. They made her nervous and this tropical hurricane was nothing different. In fact, it actually raised her anxiety levels from those she would normally feel during a storm. Slowly, she nodded, releasing her lip from between her teeth. A drink would do her good. She would be able to calm her nerves and maybe stop acting like such a nervous cry baby.

When he sat back in front of her, Lady looked down at her lap, scared to make eye contact with her boss. When she was working, she seemed to have no problem, but now with the storm, and them being alone with no one else around, the situation felt different. She felt as though she could be more herself and less of the stuck up corporate broad she was trying to portray at work. When his hand collided with her knee, she inhaled sharply, a spark running through her entire body. Her stomach flipped and her eyes widened only slightly. She looked at his hand and then to his face, a small smile breaking through, pulling on the corners of her lips. She nodded a second time, relaxing when he pulled away. "Yes, sir." She stood up and walked around to the back of his chair. She placed her hands on the back of the chair, looking down at him."Was there anything you wanted me to do for you in the mean time?" She asked, forcing herself back into her work facade for him. She couldn't have him thinking less of her because of some silly hurricane.

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[/b] That ran longer than expected. I tried to keep it short, but my brain exploded and I can't bare to rid it of anything. I'm sorry D: I hope it's okay.[/center]

[THEODORE CUNNINGHAM]

forever going with the flow, but you’re friction

and all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along

theo had taken note of the change in the girl, something that he both lusted after and despised at the same time. his eyes were constantly wandering to her backside, taking in her long and tanned legs, when she came in with her hair straight, he nearly lost it right then and there. her body was tighter than he had expected as her clothes grew smaller and shorter and it did nothing to his need to keep control, he wanted her to dress the part of a secretary but to be true to herself at the same time and it appeared that she was trying to impress—which he condoned but again, derided at the same time in his mind. he could tell that she was nervous, something was twitching in her and when he moved to the drink kiosk, he offered her one in hopes that it would calm her nerves and allow her to at least speak to him instead of sitting in silence. he poured a drink into a glass, something weaker for her in case she was a lightweight as theodore did not wish to have a drunk secretary on his hands in this kind of situation but it was strong enough to at least numb her, a little. ”relax.”

[/b] he spoke cooly but demanding at the same time, falling into his dominating voice before clearing his throat and handing her the glass with the clear liquid in it, ”drink.”[/b] he ordered her once more before dropping into his own seat and taking a long swig of his own neat scotch, hissing to the taste but revelling in the calming feeling that immediately came with the gulp. ”breathe.”[/b], he whispered to her, seeing her chest (as he had been staring there for a moment), rising and falling at a rapid rate that was actually worrying him. he wanted to furrow his brows in mere confusion as to why he would even care for the wellbeing of the girl sitting across from him but he did like his submissives and employees to be healthy and hyperventilating was a sure sign of something going downhill. he gave a grin back to her but it was not for the smile that he she had graced her lips but because she seemed to already have some of the etiquette for the other side of his life that was needed. sir slipped off her lips so easily that it pleased him and he gave her knee a soft slap and then a squeeze before pulling back and taking a sip, theo had to keep in control because he was meant to be the business man and unfortunately, he had to remind himself of that fact. ”nope.”[/b] he spoke clearly, shrugging as he looked around the rather neat office with some interest, ”you’ve done enough Galadriel.”[/b], speaking her full name without little regard to her nickname at that moment. |what I need you to do is relax”[/b], reaching over and tucking a strand of hair behind her ear, moving his fingers along her jawline as just a test to see how she reacted to his touch.[/div][/center]

[galadriel]

[/style][style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; border-left: 10px solid #3b5323;]She took the drink from him, looking at the clear liquid in the glass carefully before taking a sip. It was strong to the taste and burned the back of her throat, but instantly she felt much better and sighed. She placed the drink down and nodded. She silently thanked her boss before she had stood up, watching the older man. She had found the change in his voice sexy. The demanding tone made her weak and the knees and she was finding g it harder and harder to keep herself away. At the mention of her full name, Lady didn't cringe as she normally would have. Instead, she rounded back to face her boss, tired of fighting her urges. She wanted him, and she wanted him bad. The slap to the knee had been the last straw for her. The shock and the soft sting that his hand had placed on Ger had her biting her lip and suppressing a soft moan. She inhaled deeply through her nose, closing her eyes as his fingers rushed against her skin. "Sir I cant take it anymore. I-I need you." She whispered. Slowly she opened her eyes, the bright sky blue now a much darker navy as the lust began to take her over. "I need you to tie me down, and make me your bitch."
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[/b] --[/center]

[THEODORE CUNNINGHAM]

forever going with the flow, but you’re friction

and all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along

he had never meant to change the tone of his voice but there was something about the girl that made him more dominanting, she seemed to have a good head on his shoulder and as much as he wanted to take her, he couldn't. theodore had a policy to keep both business and pleasure apart and that was what he was going to continue to do for as long as he could. there was no denying that his self control was being tested at this very moment while he sat here, his palm burning a red and even stinging a little after having slapped her knee. the sound bounced around in his mind, enjoying the skin on skin touch but his eyebrow raised as he heard her. there was obvious more self control on his side than on hers, "i know you have."

[/b] he commented, giving the hem of her shirt a light tug to indicate that he knew exactly why she had been doing. it was hard not to take notice, but what surprised even more had his eyes widening and then narrowing to her. he had no idea what had given his fetish away but he shook his head and moved away from her, "no."[/b] he hissed as theodore was not the kind of guy that tied a girl down, "and don't ever say that word again."[/b], glaring at her from over her shoulder, speaking of the degrading word that she had called herself. theodore would have wanted nothing more than to take her into that world but it was a contract that needed to be signed, rules to be established and it was not happening in his own office.[/div][/center]

[galadriel]

[/style][style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; border-left: 10px solid #3b5323;]She had been rejected. She knew that it was going to happen, and now she felt like an idiot. She had been stupid. Of course he wasn't into that. Not only that, but he was her boss. This was bad. This was really bad. What had she done? She looked down at her shoes, digested with herself and wishing she could turn back the clock and take it all back. She hated what she had said. Maybe she could play it off as some sort of joke. Not likely. She was dead serious. He probably could have seen it in her eyes. Lady turned away from Theodore and wandered over the other end of the office, facing the wall. She was just full of shame. She hated herself. She wanted to cry, but kept back the tears. "I'm sorry, sir." She said, turning her head in his direction, guilt and regret written all over her face. She wrapped her arms around herself and turned around, taking a few steps towards Theodore once more. "I didn't mean to be so blunt." She said, not moving any closer. "it's just that I kind of like you, and I like certain things in my sex life and," She looked down at the ground. "I over stepped my bounds, and for that I apologize. I understand if you want to fire me."
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[/b] Ugh, I regret my last post so hard. At least this one is better.[/center]

[THEODORE CUNNINGHAM]

forever going with the flow, but you’re friction

and all we are is skin and bone, trained to get along

the hurt was evident as his blunt answer came out without a second though and the sad thing about the answer was that, he wanted to. theo could not stop his risqué mind from conjuring up the images of rope tied around her ankles and wrists, softly restraining her to his every whim which it seemed that she would not object to in the slightest—which made the decision that much harder. the fact of the matter was that theo was her boss and she was his secretary and nothing sexual was meant to come out of that relationship, which was the biggest reason that the male had even hired the blonde to be apart of his staff. he was trying to resist temptation while holding his composure of being a business man, which he was in his entirety and he was dressed the part at the moment. his white buttoned down shirt with a solid colored tie was evidence that theo was in that mode and no sexual fantasies or desires were meant to be played out but he could not resist putting a hand back on her leg, her fingers lightly dug into the sides of her knee, causing a small amount of pain but then letting go in a moment, just wanting her to feel that. his eyes darkened for a moment, turning his head away as he listened to every word that she spoke, picturing her glossed lips forming the words, ”what things?”

[/b], he suddenly asked with a tone of sincerity and curiosity. there was no denying that theo was now interested but how did her needs match his? and even more so, how did she know his own personal fetish? ”if i wanted to fire you, you would be out in the rain.”[/b] he commented, leaning back in his seat and crossing his arms against his chest. his eyes wandered down to the belt that was added as an accessory and not a necessity to actually hold his pants up and his mind went to work with all the different uses for that one particular item of clothing. his shirt could be stuffed into her mouth, his tie could rope her wrists together—he shook his head suddenly, shooting up out of his seat, ”I think now is a good time to finish some paperwork. feel free to join me..”[/b], his voice dropping to a huskier tone as he sauntered into his own personal office but left the door open with just enough room to be inviting to his secretary. [/div][/center]

[galadriel]

[/style][style=width: 420px; height: 250px; padding: 10px; text-align: justify; font-size: 11px; overflow: auto; border-left: 10px solid #3b5323;]He was interested? No, that couldn't be right. Why would he be interested in her sex life. Or lack there of. Sure, she had had a couple men in her bed in the past, well, she had been in theirs, but as of late it had been lacking and her self control was lacking with it. Lady looked up at Theodore shocked by the question. Should she answer it honestly, or should she just brush it off and face yet another set of repercussions? She decided to go with the former, hoping that the reaction she would get from her boss was better than the last. "You see, sir, I'm what you would call a 'masochist'. I like pain; I get off on it actually, and I like whips, chains, leather, the whole dom/sub, BDSM, fifty shades of grey type stuff." She licked her lips. Stopping there. She watched Theodore, waiting for a response to her little ramble before nodding and following him into his office. Paperwork would be good. It would keep her mind off all of the emotions that began to flood her body, all the sensations she got from the biting sharp pain his nails had caused in her knee. Damn, what this man did to her. If she didn't need the job so badly, she would have quit and ravished him right then and there.
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[/b] Notes. What are these notes you speak of?[/center]