Reunited Passions ( Closed for Kitteness )

OOC: Heh I forgot to ask for a name, so if it sounds a bit weird, that's why lol

Steven De'la Marco, had changed. Ever since the beginning, he had always been a pushover... a bit of a nerd. He had had some friends, but nothing like he could have had, if he had actually obtained some 'balls'. She and he had always been friends... though it had never gone any further because of his lack of confidence, Steven had always secretly had a fetish for control. When he had been one of those internetly bound teenagers seeking to alieviate his constant hard on, he had found a site. It had been all about bondage, showing images that had interested his mind. Then he had joined the military.

Gone was the geek... gone was the insecure male whom had hidden his passions... he lost his virginity to a woman by the name of Sarah, one of his subordinates whom he had tied to his desk and fucked to massive orgasms. Though that hadn't been hard for him... Steven had cum prematurely, and two more times. Sufficed to say the embaressment had never really outweighed the thrill of tying a person up... dominating them. One positive part of being in the army was that he was able to study the law, achieving a law degree in the five years he was in there, and when he came out... he was ready to take on the world.

He was ready to take it from fighting on the battlefield, to the courtroom... with his military cut haircut... he smirked even as he dressed in a black business suit... he had accomplished alot, but he was ready to prosecute the defenders and prove that justice did work, when it was allowed to! Steven grinned even as his hand closed around the handle of his briefcase, and walking off towards the firm, he didn't really count himself lucky... he was good at what he did, it was no wonder the most prestigous law firm had wanted him for their ranks... he figured that it would be easy, and though he had gone his own way, he had never forgotten about her.

They had always gotten along very well, even when he was a geek... she had been a friend... Steven would have to look her up again, now that he wasn't out in France... he was back, and ready to literally take on the world! The clomp of his fine black dress shoes was heard as he walked into the firm, his shoes connecting with the hardwood floor... he had already done his apprenticing... now, he was entering the world of a junior lawyer, under a partner, though he was told because of his experiences he would be partnered with someone else, apparently some younger passionate woman... Steven was thirty three, and now, standing six feet tall, she and he had always been close, always been competitive, in a good way! He looked forewards to working though, in a law firm and would do whatever it took to suceed!

He had once been the geek though... his body a light scrawney thing. He still remembered the lither being he had been... how he had been bullied, as well as how he had fought back. How when the first time in the barracks... a huge man named Dwayen, Steven had punched him in the balls, smacked him across the face, and of course, gotten beaten by his 'buddies'. yet it didn't matter. Even with a black eye, he had never taken that kind of shit ever, again! With nicely cut brown hair, and deep blue eyes... Steven walked into the senior partners office, wondering slightly to himself whom his 'partner' would be. He was driven, and nothing, or rather no one, would ever stand in his way again. With his black business suit, as well as his dark red tie, he looked about the law firm as he entered, smiling charmingly... Steven, was most confident in everything he did.

Amethyst Lynn McNamara was a bitch. Everyone thought so, she didn't kiss ass, and she didn't take anyone's shit. She was in the top of her class at all levels of University. Her major pride was the top of the class at Stanford. It didn't suprise her at all that the most implicite law firm in California wanted her. Hadn't everyone, even back in high school, as the head cheerleader and leader of the debate team, throughout every college she attended, even in her own private practice? She had always been a wanted commodity, and she had always worked hard as hell to get there. She was a go getter, a ball buster and didn't have any compassion for those who broke the law. She was entering as a Junior Partner, paired with some high strung military law persona. That didn't bother her, she was out for Partner and wouldn't let anyone stand in her way.

She had learned early on that she was an attractive woman in a man's world. She had also learned to surpass them all and leave them eating her dust, so to speak. She was very much business and was often accused of being snotty, because of her political attitude. She just figures, she takes what she wants and doesn't let anyone stand in her way, if she has to step on some little people, well, then, she figures, they should have moved or strived for more. She has never been married, and has no children. She doesn't have time to give to either type of relationship, when her work is so important to her, and she would never have a child she couldn't spend time with. It didn't really bother her anyway, children, though beautiful and wonderful, were a distraction she didn't need. Besides, there had only ever really been one man in her thrity-one years that had ever held her attention for more than one date, and he was only a dear friend, during high school. Most men either wanted to use her, fuck her, or just plain bored her to tears. Therefore she hadn't had very many meaningful relationships, and those that tried to be ended in disaster. That didn't bother her either. Those men were just never enough for her and her personality. Though she did sometimes wonder where her friend might be now after all these years. She had owned her own law practice briefly before she had gotten the invitation to "Smith, Davenport, Calliers and Associates". It was an opportunity that she couldn't pass up, so she sold her law firm to a fellow lawyer and packed up and moved to Los Angeles, to accept the job.

She had arrived two weeks previous to set up her high income house and take a mini-vacation. She looked through what she could find on the types of cases the new law firmed handled, became aquainted with how they operated, got her own notes together, did a little research and soaked up a bit of sun to add to her already bronze skin. Her toned body had looked good in the bikini and she had gotten drunk on other people's dimes a few times. Her curly blond hair fell to the middle of her back and had just had fresh champagne highlights put in, and she was applying the make-up to her aristicratic face and large green eyes. She loved the new mascara she had bought, it made her long, lushes eyelashes even more devastating, if she did say so herself. She applied the lip gloss, straightened the slender tie on her woman's black, green-pin stripped suit, and put on the black heels that went with it. She admired the way the suit accentuated her slender, toned, shapely, 5'8" frame, happy with the purchase. Finally she pulled her hair up into a frech twist with decorated chopsticks, and grabbed her black leather briefcase with all her notes. She jumped in her hunter green Lexus sports utility and made her way to the office.

Once there she gave a smile to the doorman, who winked back in return, met with the receptionist to make sure of where she was supposed to be, and headed to the office she would share with her "partner". The stress was already building, and she hadn't even started yet. This is what she was used to though, so she thought, let the games begin.

He looked up for a long moment. He easily looked around the office, even as he shook his head slightly and chuckled. " The office is a bit larger then I expected..." He smiling slightly, rather, impressed with the surroundings. Steven hadn't seen Amethyst in over fifteen years now... and was thinking, since he was back, that after settling in, he would look her up and reconnect the ties that had been severed so long ago now. Even as he looked around though, he smiling as he picked out the larger workspace, the larger bronzed oak desk sitting in a corner with all the trimmings, he listening as he was told about the whole situation, about how they would have six apprentices between them, so three each if it was split evenly, as well as four paralegals, two for each. He was looking forwards to meeting this woman, he had done his own research, on her though.

One thing he hadn't found out was her name. They had given him the bare bones of the entire situation. The achievements, the entire lifetime of the stoic woman whom had made her own way to this firm... just as Steven had. Even as he looked around though, he smiled to the senior partner though and sat down in the black highly backed leather chair, his hands running over the black smooth material, before he smiled to himself and closing his eyes, imagined what she would look like. To be perfectly honest, he didn't really care, though if she were butt ugly it would be far easier to just ignore her... he had already pegged two women whom had given him the once over.

He was smiling to himself though when he heard the door opening, and sitting there, he did look rather powerful, sure of himself. He had been more of a street lawyer after coming out of the army, and had a good many victories under his belt. Even as he smiled though, he stood and walking over to her, offered a calloused yet firm hand to shake, even as he didn't recognize her... it HAD been a long time after all! He liked the firm, and upon seeing her, he knew his life had just gotten a hell of alot easier to bare! The senior partner waited though, allowing the 'new blood' to get aquainted before he gave them their first cases!

She walked into the office, the Senior partners already present, though she wasn't late. Her back was straight and her head held high. She noticed that the other "partner" had already claimed the larger of the two spaces, and growled inwardly. Should she play the feminine card? No, she would just challenge him. Whoever won the first case could have the larger space. She hadn't lost many cases yet and didn't plan on losing the first one she was given here either. She had done her research on him, Army military, street smarts, had to be good though to end up here. She hadn't gotten a name. She wasn't worried. She wouldn't let some drill sargeant get the best of her, very few did, and usually on some trumped up defense. It wasn't easy to beat her.

She met him mid room and offered her small manicured hand to him, and shook his with a firm grip. She gave him a measured smile. "Amethyst McNamara" She turned from him, eloquently, but didn't give him the time of day. She turned to the smaller desk, laid her briefcase on it, turned back to the Senior partner and asked him. "So Mr. Calliers, what do you need me to do first?" She hadn't gotten this far, by conversing with the "enemy" and she didn't plan to start now. Her deep green eyes held a coniviction for excellence that was openly read. She was ready to get down to work. This is what she was made for. She could get the details of who the staff was as she went. Surely that was a list on the desk of whom she was to work with. If she and military man had to hash it out, so be it. She knew the backgrounds of the apprentices and paralegals and had already sent them a e-mail asking them to work with her, and they had already e-mailed her on her personal e-mail accepting the positions under her. He may have gotten the bigger office space and desk with his smug looking attitude, but she would have the best staff. That she could take to the bank, so to speak, she'd have the bigger area later as well, once she got him to agree to her challenge. What military man wouldn't accept a challenge from a "girl" anyway. It did briefly occur to her that she might be underestimating him, but shook the thought away. She hadn't gotten this far on looks alone. She was a brickhouse powerhouse, one of the best, and she could prove it!

He nodded to her, hiding the slight surprise that had entered his mind at the name... he knew that name. Amethyst McNamara... he knew that name very well. Even as he nodded though to her, a slow smile crossed his face at her 'bitchy' attitude. He could already imagine her under his thumb, though had a very realistic thought to how he would get her there. Even as he nodded though, he turned and walked to his desk, smiling. " A murder case, Mr. Banks is charged with first degree murder, as well as conspiracy to commit murder. Surely you read the file before showing up to your job." He crisply intervened, before Mr. Colliers spoke at all, the senior partner nodding easily, even as Steven regarded her.

" Surely you haven't forgotten high school under all that attitude Amethyst to remember your old friend Steven De'la'Marco." He smirking to her, before he stood up and turning to his desk smiled slightly. " Oh, and David Dorchester and Maria Lancaster told me about your contacting them about working for you? They had already agreed to work with me Amethyst, next time, don't take a mini vacation if your planning to beat me to the punch." He having nothing to prove to her, so would probably accept her 'challenge' simply to put her in her place. She had book smarts, but he knew more about the actual workings of the courtroom. He knew the judges, he knew the populated demographics, he knew, how to manipulate the system... as well as women.

He had no desire to smack her in the face, but he WAS showing her, that her 'enemy' she had just already underestimated. After all, he knew the case, he had the two paralegals whom she had tried to concoct into her ranks... and he had the obvious confidence to push her around, like no man would have ever dared to have before! With a smile though, he waited on Mr. Collier to deliver more of the details of the case, though he already knew them, it WAS courtesy to listen to those whom were more important then oneself, though he would hardly be a pushover.

She hadn't gotten the file. How did he? She was thrown off kilter. Why had he felt the need to shove that fact in her face? Then it hit her, he played the game just as hard as she did. What better way to start her off on the wrong foot than to humiliate her in front of the Partner's? She was just trying to come up with a remainder when he threw her off kilter again. High school? That was forever ago. Steven? She looked at the man before her. As she looked closely, she could just see the old friend of hers in there. But she didnt have long to stare, as in the next breath he had told her he had gotten the two best employees there. She had e-mailed, he had probably come in person, stike two! This day wasn't going as well as she had expected, and it was all his fault. How dare he insinuate her job wasn't important to her? She had needed to get her living quarters situated, and she had needed a break. The stress had been eating at her. She needed to unwind, she needed a release. Now, she wished it had only been a better one. The stress was quickly knotting in her neck.

Old friend or not she fixed him with a heated glare when no one was looking. No one had ever gotten under her skin this way, no one had ever dared to make her look a fool in front of others and she would find a way to make him pay for this later on. Ugh! That smile set her insides to seething, but she plastered on her most professional smile and turned to Mr. Callier listening intently to what he had to say. She hadn't had the advantage of having the file previous, but she would learn the details and get a strong start on the case now. He seemed to be trying to put her in her "place". What he didn't know, was her place was above him, and she would prove it to him. Point one for you, she thought to herself, but the game is only just beginning, we'll see who gets the next one. She did love a challenge. She felt they were somewhat back on even footing, all his aces had been played, and she had survived to go on to the next round. She had no intention of loosing!

Really... so she believed she had seen all his aces, did she. She was a silly fool for thinking such a thing, perhaps she should have remained in her law practice. He simply nodded to her though as he pulled out a copy of the file and as the senior partner went through the material... he walked to her, offering her the file before going back to his desk, and even as the partner was talking, Steven pulled out the sub files that he had made on all aspects of the case. She thought she would get even with him... she was already back three paces, and had a hell of alot of work to do to catch up!

He actually sat down and began taking notes, listening to the partner, making the appearance he didn't know everything, though he looked to her from time to time, she was no longer that cheerleader, now, she was a prissy bitch of a lawyer, and as he picked up his blackberry... she heard a ringing on her cell phone, he actually messaging her while the partner talked, earning her a glare, though the message was simple. " Lunch, 12:15 p.m. The Vill'a D'Sorento. Be there." It not a question, he actually demanding that she be there for lunch... the enemy demanding of her!

There was nothing she could do but blush in anger and embaressment. How had he gotten her cell phone number and why had he done that! Ugh to make her look incompetent and unprofessional of course. Was he trying to get her fired the first day! Damn! Why of all days, did she forget to turn the damn thing off or at least put it on silent? It was the first rule of business! This day was spiraling out of control and it wasn't even nine o'clock yet! The tension continued to build and she could feel a migraine coming on already! She turned the phone off, listened to the rest of the case, making notes on the legal pad she had pulled out earlier, and then bid the partner's goodbye. Making sure to shake hands with each first and thank them for the opportunity. While he came in behind her rising from his desk. The partner's bid them goodbye and good luck on the case.

She turned sharply towards him. "What fucked up kind of game are you playing De'la'Marco. What you just pulled is completely unprofessional and uncalled for. It is the first day of the job. How the hell did you get my cell phone number?" She was in a rage. She flew over to her desk, taking the file on the case, as well as savagely pulling out other folders to start her seperation of the facts. She had seen his folders out of the corner of her eyes, that he had already done. "How the hell did you get the case before getting here anyway?" She angrily began jotting down notes, her brain already working in overdrive. "I don't have time for lunch today, it would appear I have work to catch up on so that we can discuss the case on equal footing. I don't know what kind of trick you are trying to pull, but I won't loose this job on account of you. I have worked to hard to get here!" Her green eyes were blazing, and her head was pounding. She rubbed her temples absently as she continued to make notes on seperate legal pads, then booted up her computer to do a little research. She didn't look at him or expect him to respond, nor at this point did she care. She had a job to do and it was time she got down to business.

He looked to her calmly... his eyes remaining steely silent as he watched her acting like a child. " You are a bookworm Amethyst. You don't have the connections to get what you need, I do." He replied harshly, even as he walked right over to her, and stopping beside her chair, she felt a hand grip the back hard, before he spun her around to face him. " As well, I was not asking, you will show for lunch, 12:15. Do not be late." He looking to her, even as he looked down to her calmly. " You will find it more beneficial to work with me, rather then again me. Oppose me, and I WILL destroy you, you will not even have that practice back home to return to if you do." He actually looking dead serious, before he simply looked to her and spinning her chair back around, she felt his fingers deftly massaging her temples and neck, he actually relieving the stress he had caused her!

He wasn't THAT much of an ass, but he WAS controlling her in a much more intimate way then any man had ever before, and to be honest, he wasn't giving her time to counter him. He was keeping her on her toes, guessing what he would do next, whether he would rip her apart, or seduce her to all hell! He smiled to himself though and remarked. " It's been far too long Amethyst, You have done well for yourself. I have my ways of having tracking your cell phone... and you did turn it off, I simply reactivated it. Simple army trick, any cell phone we can access." He simply rubbing her temples, even as he smiled to her though and wondered slightly how many men she had stomped on the same way he could do to her... and she knew it!

She jumped when yelled and gasped slightly as he grabbed her neck hard, startled and a little scared. She then tried to be angry. She was seething at his remarks and tricks, but try as she might, his strong deft hands moving on her neck and temples felt so good, she couldn't open her mouth to speak. She relaxed into his hands, like putty, and a chill raced up her spine. Never had anyone had the power in a simple touch to shut her down. What did they teach in the army nowadays anyway. Finally she found her voice, but there was no venom left in it anymore. "If I come to lunch, we will work on the case, together?"

Her mind was swirling his words in her head. Bookworm? Connections? Destroy? Cell phone? Why wasn't it making any sense, and why had she not responded. She definately wasn't Alice, but she wanted to leave Wonderland. This was too much and she felt a little of her slipping away from the control she thought she had. This frightened her, she didn't know how not to be in control, how to function unless she was on top of things. She had used and abused her way to the top. Oh not sexually, but definately the power. She was at a loss when it came to dealing with her old friend. She deftly jerked away from his hands, though they felt wonderful, trying to distance herself from the lack of control she was feeling. She tried to concentrate on the work in front of her, to distract herself from the odd contrast of emotions. She decided, she needed to quite fighting him for now and just try to survive. She didn't believe this new Steven made idle threats, and the stakes had just gotten a lot higher in this game. Could he really destroy her and all that she had worked for?

He actually smiled to himself, feeling her relax. Even as she tried to bargain though, he simply shook his head. " No. There will be no working done at lunch. You know, I had been planning on looking you up again Amethyst, whom would have ever thought that I would meet you again here. It has been far too long, though I see your experiences have left you alone, needing of something you have missed." Though when she moved to pull away... he pulled her right back into the high back of her own chair.

" Did I say you could move Amethyst? no. You have far too much tension in yourself for your own good, now sit there, and be good. I'm not planning to hurt you, why should I hurt you hmm?" He asked, even as she felt his hands rubbing over her neck... his touch was so confident, so knowing of everything he did. He had read about her... about how she had dominated her way through other men. How she had ripped apart the competition, to become the snooty brat that she was today. Steven honestly thought, that she deserved this.

" You will be there, and you will come alone. No pagers, no cell phones, I have technology to track such things, and if you disobey, then I will not be pleased." He actually taking a firm hold of her neck and pulling her head back, he looked into her eyes, and with that, she knew, that he was not joking, nor, that he was one she wanted to piss off. Though an instant later, he let her head go, and returning to his own desk, he smiled ever so softly secretly to himself, before giving her space, and instead called in his paralegals to get started on preperation.

How dare he comment on her personal life, hell, how did he even know she wasn't married with five kids? Did he have that far a reach in his world of tracking? She supposed he did, after all, look what he had already accomplished and found out. Where did he learn this, and why hadn't she? She was top of the line when it came to being a lawyer, how could he have so much over her professionally?

Her eyes jerked wide open when he pulled her back in the high back, black, leather chair. A trickle of fear went through her when he asked had he given permission for her to move. What had she done to him to cause him to act this way? Though she quickly determined that he definately left no room for arguements and she quickly felt that she would be met with devestation if she tried to argue with him. Her own personal professional devestation. She had nothing to do but lean back into his touch and take as much pleasure as she could as her head reeled with questions and a touch of fear. She had never been here before, but it became clear as day that she wasn't playing with an amateur and could quickly loose everything by not obeying him. To her dismay she could see no way out, at least not right now. He was making the decisions for her. In a way it felt nice not to have to make decisions for once. On the other hand, she wasn't used to being dominated, and it made her blood boil. She was a bit frightened when he pulled her head back to look at him and he demanded she be at lunch. Before she could blink, much less respond he had turned and walked away. Going back to his work, as though nothing had happened. She was more shaken now than ever. She couldn't even concentrate on the work before her. She quickly got up and went to find the lady's room to collect her thoughts. She thought she saw him smile on her way out, but could have been imagining things. She didn't ponder it too long, as his paralegals entered the office and she figured this was her best chance to leave without him saying or doing anything else to her.

He did care, whether she was in tears at that point. After all, he wasn't the asshole she probably thought he was... though he had achieved what he had sought out to do. He had first, upstaged her... by having the file for the case, before the senior partner even mentioned it... He then embaressed her, lowering the professional view of the other partners for the new lawyer. Yet most important, was when she did show a backbone, he had went to her, and crushed it. He had dominated her, played the game so perfectly with her, and she was left with her own desires. He could just tell she would be perfect to dominate, yet had the presence of mind to make the game less painful for her... after all, he did somewhat feel bad about what he had done, though everything had been 'coshure'... he did not wish her to be his enemy... yet at the same time he did need her to know her place, that he was not going to let her walk all over him, like she had done to so many before!

He worked with Danial and Maria, sending them off to do more research on the case, before he set up his own computer on the desk, making sure to connect into the network, yet he having security on it so that no one could get into it. He was still a bit of a geek, the difference was, he was a confident, technologically sound geek. He had spent the week preparing for this, this was to be his life, the army had given him the discipline, now, he would achieve both prizes... her, as well as partnership. Though when she returned, he wasn't there, his monitor showed that he was completing a download... though the monitor itself was off... if she was snoopy, she would turn on the monitor, and be given a shock, a video of a woman being dominated in chains on a bed, ravaged by a man whom was fucking the hell out of her, using her body... though that would only be, if she was curious. He had the files spread over his desk, and she could see that he had made copies of those, that they were stacked neatly on her desk... a gesture of good faith, that he did not need to be her enemy.

Amethyst returned to the office and was somewhat relieved he wasn't there. She glanced over his desk, and then hers. Noticing greatfully that he had made copies of the work he'd done for her. So, they weren't to be enemies after all. That made her feel slightly better. She did wonder however at the fact that he had been so gentle and yet so demanding of her. What had happened to the Steven she had known years ago? The army, somehthing else? She looked both ways and around the office before she went over to his desk. She looked around for pictures of friends or girlfriends, was he married? Did he have children. If so, why had he been so...well whatever he was to her? She had to believe there was enough of the old Steven left that he wouldn't cheat on a wife. But she wasn't sure she knew who he was anymore anyway. What did fifteen years do to a person? She surely wasn't the know it all cheerleader anymore. Though she had taken to caution and decided not to try and piss him off anymore. She wasn't quite sure what would happen. She had also cleared her schedule to meet him for lunch. There was somthing about him now, that said, "you might want to do what I say before i destroy you!" The thought sent chills down her back again, as it had been doing since his little display that morning. She looked at her desk, piled with work she should be doing and then to his computer. What was he downloading? Something else to humiliate her with. She didn't necessarily want to challenge him again, at least not to his face, but she didn't want him to cause her to lose her job either.

She toyed with the idea for a moment, then moved the mouse for the screen to come on. The file had just completed downloading, and what she saw brought a gasp from her mouth. She was shocked, yet couldn't get herself to look away. Part of her prayed no one would walk in on her, and part of her just watched the screen fascinated. The woman was bound in chains unable to move or defend herself. The man was fucking her hard and seemed to be relentless, fucking her to the point that Amethyst thought might be painful. What shocked her most, was that the woman seemed to be enjoying it. Well, she thought, who wouldn't enjoy a good fucking...but...like that, so helpless, so undefended. She grew hot, flushed, watching the scene before her. The woman crying out in ectstacy. Angry welts on her skin from the cuffs of the chains. The man's face impassive as he impaled her again and again. She felt her stomach clench, the heat invading her body, dampness between her thighs. She was mortified with herself, for enjoying this, how could she get so wet by watching such a display? She tried to look away again, only to find she couldn't.

The woman lay on a four poster canopy style bed, silver chains connecting to black leather wrist restraints that had been designed specificaly to hold her. The blue satin sheets beneath her glistened, a bottle of oil laid discarded on the side. Even the woman's mouth was occupied, a red silicone ball gag filled her mouth, silencing her very nicely, and yet, her cries of pleasure, of feverant and undying need was obvious. She was a beautiful woman, with fiery red hair, and glazed green eyes, she lay sprawled, her pussy stretched by the man's cock. The viewer, or in this case Amethyst, couldn't see his face, as he was wearing a black mask, not even his eyes were seen, giving him anonymity, as if he was not important, that the woman bound to the bed was! She was amidst an orgasm, her body shaking as her cum was all over her legs... her master having a vibrator pressed to her clit, it would have been difficult not to see how much the woman was enjoying her 'predicament.'

As she was mesmerized by the scene before her, she didn't see, or hear as Steven walked in the side door. There no reason for her to have, he had been silent. He looked to her, remaining silent as he saw what she was watching, noticing how her breath had quickened. He watched, even as the scene progressed... he did watch her calmly, seeing how turned on she was, as well as how she was trying to hide it from even herself. With a small smile, he walked up behind her and before she even realized it... He spoke. " The art of being able to release oneself into another's care, trusting them that they will not hurt you physically, as well as emotionally not to mention spiritually." He looking her over for a moment as he remarked. " It has been far too long my dear Amethyst." He boldly assessing her body, she feeling naked, even in her pristine business suit, and this man had but barely touched her, looked at her, demanded of her... it was an intriguing idea, to give oneself completly to another.

Amethyst's eyes shuttered closed at his nearness. His voice mesmerizing in her ears. The woman's cries still calling out to her. She forgot to be embaressed at him catching her at his desk, watching the heated scene before her. She forgot she was at work, at the most prestidious law offfice known, in a six hundred dollar suit, in his chair. Her body quivered as she felt him undress her with his eyes, she felt naked, but not ashamed. She shamefully wished she was the one bound, wish she had that type of release. A place where she didn't have to make decisions, where someone could tell her what to do. "Yes," she said huskily, "too long Steven! I've missed you!" She inhaled his scent deeply. That was something that hadn't changed, maybe the looks, maybe the colonge, maybe the attitude, but not the scent of the only man she had ever truly longed for. Even in high school, he had held a fascination for her.

Her mind finally caught up with her hormones, and she remembered all he had done that morning, his underhanded ways, his slow destruction of her viability. His skillfull fingers against her neck, the harsh way he had held her head and pushed her back into her seat when she tried to get away. Her face finally flushed red with the waylaid embaressment, but only because she couldn't find it in her to be angry, she couldn't fight the feeling of longing for him, she couldn't explain why, but she found that instead of being upset with him, she wanted him, wanted to explore him, to feel him.

Then she became angry with herself, for having these feelings. This man had pushed her around, made her look a fool, humiliated her, ordered her about, and...stopped her headache, given her the copies of the files he had made, was her best friend in High School. Emotions swirled out of control in her head, she was terribly confused. She opened her eyes to look at him, his face impassive. She finally found her voice, raising up from his chair to go back to her own desk. "I-I'm sorry!" She went to move around him. "I'll just be getting back to work now." She said, trying to calm herself down, not looking him in the eyes, hoping he would let her pass, without calling her out. She was thinking of his words,

" The art of being able to release oneself into another's care, trusting them that they will not hurt you physically, as well as emotionally not to mention spiritually."

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She was lost in thought. Did that woman want what was done, being done to her, had she asked for it? Amethyst found she wasn't as horrified by the idea as she felt she should be, and moved again to quickly get around him, to analyze this further for herself. What was wrong with her?

He chuckled ever so softly to himself, even as he looked to her though, he shook his head, even as he smiled. " Oh no, you aren't going anywhere Amethyst... it HAS been far too long. I remember the way you used to look at me in high school. Not much has changed." He smiling, though as she moved to brush past him, his arm slid out, his hand sliding over her waiste, before he let her go, so that she could think for herself!

With a smile though, he looked to her and simply returned to his own desk, though did not turn off the video, instead, she was 'tormented' by the cries and screams f the bound woman as the man ravaged her body. Steven smiled though and followed her, leaning over her shoulder as he showed her a point of the sub folder that was interesting, his scent there still, not allowing her to really think, instead his hands ever so gently found her neck, rubbing relaxingly, that she should relax into him, submit to the pleasurable feelings she was enjoying!

He did talk to her about the case, he showing her as he was so close, explaining to her... though she felt his hands run through her hair ever so gently, he didn't push her too far, her body afire with her own desires. He simply... allowed her body to heighten it's own pleasures and desires, his hands running over her shoulders... the cries still heard, she could only imagine what was being done to that woman now, since she was not watching herself.

" Did you miss me Amethyst hmm?" He smiling slightly to himself, knowing she had, otherwise she would not have reacte the ways she had, yet he almost seemed to demand that she answer him, that she answer to her own desires, and not simply ignore them. She could tell he was different, yet so was she! She was evenmore beautiful then he remembered... and he had before had a major crush on her, so now, his desires raged himself, yet he hid them well as well!

A raging blush shot accross her pale face when he stopped her momentarily, his arm about her waist. She felt even more naked when he spoke of the way she had looked at him then and now, than when he was undressing her with his eyes. The knot in her hair had been loosened when she tried to run her fingers through it to calm her nerves in his presence and the chopsticks were near to falling out.

When he finally let her pass, she quikly moved to her desk, taking the chepsticks out and letting her hair fall around her face, pretending to work. Hoping her would turn off the video and go back to work himself. She didn't want to face him just yet. It appeared that he was going to sit, when he turned and came towards her desk. She took a deep breath, still hearing the woman in the movie, and wondering what was being done to her now, since she could no longer see it. She felt white heat shudder through her body. Briefly imagining that she was the woman in the movie and the man hidden behind the mask was Steven. She desperately tried to push the image out of her head, but there he was, leaning over her shoulder. Did he really think she could concentrate on what he was showing her at the moment? She fervently hoped he wouldn't question her on it, she would have no idea what to say. At the moment she couldn't even remember what the man had been accused of. She could still smell his scent, and she shivered when his hands touched her neck, gently, kneeding the tense muscles, and she leaned back against him, closing her eyes and enjoying his nearness, his touch.

He continued talking about the case, but she was lost to just the sound of his voice, invading her thoughts, making her limp. His hands snaked into her loosened curls, and she swore she softly purred in pleasure. Her abdomen was a pit of fire, a sensual burn, deep inside. The sounds the woman was making had changed and she felt the urge to go see what had changed, but couldn't make herself move anywhere but into his hands, as they trailed her neck and into her hair and back. A soft moan escaped her lips, the intensity of the thoughts and desires running rampant through her, taking over her logical reasoning. She couldn't have told you where she was exactly if you had asked her.

" Did you miss me Amethyst hmm?"

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She could only nod her head in the affirmative and answer. "MmmHmm," a sigh and a moan combined. She could feel his smile of knowledge through it all, through every sensation she was feeling. It made her happy in a purely feline way. If he was happy she had missed him, then he must have missed her as well. Instead of making her feel smug, or superior as it had with all the other men she had been interested in, she was filled with elation, hope, and for the first time, the desire to please someone other than herself. The inclination to let down her walls, and finally let someone into her life, to try and trust, to try and make something of the failure she had been at any type of relationship.

Still, something niggled at the back of her brain. She had the feeling that this WOULDN'T be like any other relationship she had ever had, that something would definately be different here, if the intracacies were pursued. That slight shadow of fear reappeared, Steven would NOT be like anyone before. She didn't exactly know the how or why, it was just a feeling deep inside her that told her it would be a wild, crazy ride, and not just a little scary.

She managed to crack her eyes to slits, focusing on the clock on the wall. She noticed it was now going on 11:45 am. Where had all the time gone? She really needed to snap out of this and get some work done. Hadn't he said 12:15 for lunch? She shook her head against his hands, trying to slake off the lust and push the cobwebs from her head. She tried her best to drown out the cries of ecstasy coming from accross the office. When she spoke to him, her voice was low and husky, remnant of the evidence of her desires. "Um, Steven, it is nearly time for lunch. I do believe you invited me, and I wouldn't like to be late..." There was still a slight moan his her voice, as his hands had still not stopped their mapping of her neck and the easy slide through her curls. She felt him tense just the slightest bit, and wondered what would happen next. She wasn't sure she really wanted to know, after he had been so viscious, then gentle, then demanding, then seductive, forceful, playful...how many aspects were there to his personality? She wasn't sure she wanted to find out....would he truly hurt her? She wasn't sure.

He enjoyed the game. He had thought, that he would have had to rip apart a new lawyer that would have dared challenge him. After all, he hadn't understood that she was the one he was going to work with, otherwise, he more then likely wouldn't have done the 'mean' things he had already to her. Though he could see the rapid intake of breath through her chest, the way her body shuddered at his touch, he slightly smiled to himself. He remembered the first time he had taken Janet, the subordinate from the army... somehow, being here, with her, even though he knew that he probably shouldn't do this to her, in a way, she was like Janet, ripe for the 'plucking', and more then ready to submit.

Janet and he had just gotten back from a mission where a corporal had died. Steven had been a Lieutenant Commander, and she, had been a captain. They had both blamed themselves for the death of the young man named Jim, whom had been under their command, when Steven had seen her come to him in the shower, the hot water falling over his finely wrought body. They had looked to one another, before they had almost attacked one another, their bodies crashing together, as he began to dominate her. Her hands had been grabbed, held unable to touch... her body pressed against the shower wall, before he had fucked her... his first fuck. Truly, he had not intended for it, though he did not dismiss that it had felt incredibly good to control someone in that way.

He was brought back to the present though, by her admission that she had missed him. He did have a feeling though, that she was forgetting about everything he had just said, which, to be perfectly honest, he did not care if she remembered what he had been speaking about, he would take care of the case, for once, all she needed to do, was sit back, and relax... which he felt her doing. He heard the change in tempo of the video, what she didn't know, was that the man behind that mask WAS Steven. The woman's name was Maria, he had met her Hawaii, and they had made that video 'for kicks'. With a grin though, he turned her chair, the black leather swivelling on it's hinges, even as he turned her, the flat LCD screen of his computer showing full screen in high resolution the movie, and all it's interesting content.

The woman's legs had been untied, she turned over onto her front, and as Amethyst was turned, she saw as the man's strong hands pulled her legs apart... pulled her back onto her hands and knees. Although, with the way her arms were cuffed and chained, it wasn't so much that she was on her hands and knees, so much as her knees, her hands stretched out before her. The man behind her though, the camera panned to him. The long, cum covered cock jutted from him not unlike a key, about to unlock her 'door'. He moved behind her though, and instead of simply slamming himself back into him, Amethyst saw as the 'master' brought his hand down onto her lush upturned ass, the beautiful naked bronzed flesh glimmering already from the passion that had been shown... though a red handprint shone onto her skin after a moment, the master secretly pleased with her, though of course was 'impassive'. Amethyst could see that though the woman obviously jumped from the pain, a loud moan filled the speakers as she moaned into her gag.

Steven didn't even look to the movie, he knew what happened next, so he was able to focus on Amethyst... his hands running over her curly hair, before he did move his hands over her shoulders, and down to her upper arms, before he ever so softly pulled her arms back at the same moment he heard her words.

"Um, Steven, it is nearly time for lunch. I do believe you invited me, and I wouldn't like to be late..."

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Though he smiled slightly at that, he leant over her a bit, and as she felt his lips near her ear, his hot breath gently invaded her sensitive ear, before he remarked. " True, though thankfully the restaurant is only fifteen minutes away... and I have five minutes grace period. Simply watch the movie Amethyst... I missed you you know, I cannot claim that I have missed another woman, as I have missed you." He not even doing much, to have her in such a quandry, though she felt his hands holding her wrists, pulling them back slightly, forcing her back to arch, thrusting her chest out, as her head was supported by the chair, his breath on her ear still, as he 'made her' watch the movie, made her submit to him, took all reason to protest, to disagree with him, he took away everything, all choice, he was making her do, in a different way, what the woman in the movie was, submitting to a man, whom could dominate her!

She squirmed against the leather chair, trying to releive the ache between her legs as she saw the screen again. She could feel her muscles contracting against the emptiness she felt. She moaned with the woman on the screen when the man's hand came down harsly against her ass. Again, a moan ecaped her, sd hid hands wound through her hair, before she looked at the clock and made her statement about lunch.


What did he mean he had a five minute grace period? He was giving her one, or they would accept his reservation up to five minutes late. She couldn't quite grasp the idea long enough to ask him. Was he hoping she would be late?

Simply watch the movie Amethyst... I missed you you know, I cannot claim that I have missed another woman, as I have missed you."

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She did as he comanded, she couldn't take her eyes from the screen if even if she had wanted to. She was fascinated by what was happening and more and more found herself wondering what it would be like, to be controlled, to be free of decisions and stress. It came as little suprise to her when she didn't feel like fighting him as he pulled her arms tight behind her using her wrists. Her chest was thrust forward, her adequate breasts heaving in their position. The combination of the movie and his force to get her to acquiese made her vision hazy with unknown lust. She half-knowingly surrendured to him. She would have given him anything at the moment, so long as he told her to. It flashed into her brain, that she wanted to skip lunch and go somewhere secluded, somewhere where he could make her loose control to him, to surrender to him. She felt this desire deep within. Something stirred in her that she had never even known existed before today, here with Steven. She wasn't sure what it was yet, but knew she wanted to find out.

"Steven." His name slipped from her mouth in a low, lusty whisp, before she knew she had thought to think it. Her lower body twisted against the chair, trying to find some small release from the pressure buidling from the inside. This caused her to fight against his hold on her, her body moving in time with the man's now hard, relentless thrusts into his womanly victim. She felt like she would explode at any moment, but there was nothing to push her over the edge. She was nearly in pure delirium, trying to overcome the desire pushing her body to near pain. "Unnh," she moaned. The intensity reaching a fevered pitched. She closed her eyes to the scene in front of her, teasing her from the computer monitor. She tried to get him to release his grip on her arms, by trying to pull against him. "Too much!" She whinged. "Please...please stop!" She muttured weakly. She felt as though she was sitting in the flames of hell, and they were consuming her. "No more...Steven...please..." She begged, still trying to pull from his grasp.

His eyes looked down to her, he feeling his flesh withing his pants hardened from this, though he held her wrists, he had an iron grip honestly, she couldn't get her hands free... even as he smiled slightly though at her whimpering whine, he wasn't going to stop, and why should he. She was his, and they both knew it. Even when she tried to fight him, his hands did not release their hold upon her wrists, if anything, they tightened a bit more... even as he actually leant over her... his broad chest resting onto the back of the leather chair, before his tongue boldly licked over her ear... his hands holding her as he whispered. " Shush, you would not want to bring in the paralegals, would you." He not threatening her, simply making the point that they WERE in a 'public place'... that she should not be too loud, either with her moans, OR her protests. He truly did cherish the look of her. Of course she was not as endowed as some of the other women, yet he found her body so tempting, that he was having trouble controlling himself, yet he did, not wanting truly to scare her off.

She could feel his tongue, before he growled slightly into her ear. " Stop it Amethyst, stop fighting me so much, it will get you nowhere, and you know you want this. Watch the movie, it is what can happen to you, if you are willing." He growled into her ear, even as he looked to her... she could feel the saliva from his tongue on her ear, before he hotly blew onto it, sending shivers through her immensly. His hands actually did slip from her wrists, his hands rubbing over hers, forcing her hands to open, before his fingers interlocked with hers, and he simply growled. " Open your eyes Amethyst, we are not going to lunch, you are going to watch." He not asking, just as he had not asked her to go to lunch, instead, he demanded it of her, told her, what she was going to do, and knowing she would do it!

On screen, Amethyst could see as the woman's ass wiggled side to side, the 'slave' bound, her toes curling as the master spanked her upturned ass again, every smack not gentle, the sounds reaching her ears, even as Steven held her, she having no escape from her 'torture'. The man she had only ever truly desired, he smiled as he held her, the man on screen moving his hands, pulling her ass cheecks apart, before Amethyst saw him using the woman's cum to lube up his thumbs... working one into her asshole, even as she wiggled and whimpered behind her gag uselessly. The situation was so... hot. The woman not able to say no, not able to beg him to stop, instead, she could only whimper as her ass was invaded, her master moving, and Amethyst saw, as the man's cock was slid into his slave's pussy, only a bit, before he jammed his cock into her, making her scream, though her expression was obviously filled with pleasure!

Steven held her there... he not letting her go, he commanding her to watch what was happening, though he moved his lips down, kissing over her exposed neck... even as he smiled to himself though, Steven was rock hard in his pants, just as he could smell her scent, her arousal... he groaned softly into her skin and yet, there was a chance there, that if he knew she truly did not want what he did, that he would stop, respect it. He wouldn't force her to do it, though with the way she was acting, he knew, that she was truly just fighting against herself, debating, telling herself she should not want what he was doing, yet also knowing that she WAS enjying what he was doing!

A look of horror spread accross her face as his warning set in, and she ceased the struggle agianst him. It was making her arms numb anyway, as he refused to let go, only tighten his grasp on her. She didn't really want him to stop, she just wanted some relief. Her body was covered in sweat. The ringlets of her hair tightened from presperation. Her body was on fire.

" Stop it Amethyst, stop fighting me so much, it will get you nowhere, and you know you want this. Watch the movie, it is what can happen to you, if you are willing."

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She froze as fear and desire at once consumed her thoughts. The rational side of her told her she shouldn't want this, it was depraved and indecent. But her body responded to the illogical side. With growing trepedation she realized, she DID want to know what it felt like. When his tongue snaked across her ear, she bit her lip, hard, tasting blood as she fought to keep from moaning loudly just from that touch of him against her. She felt his hold on her relax, as his fingers intertwined with hers. She squeezed them none to gently, when she heard his moan, her body responding and her fighting not to scream out loud.

Open your eyes Amethyst, we are not going to lunch, you are going to watch."

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It wasn't a question, just as his request for her presence at lunch had not been. It was a command. She reluctantly opened her eyes, because she found it difficult to not obey him, and she was curious as to what would happen next. She watched the scene with avid interest and horror. The woman had no escape, she couldn't stop what was being done to her. She looked a bit afraid when his thumb had entered her asshole, and as though she was in a bit of pain, being so quickly invaded there. What shocked Amethyst the most, was the fact that the woman seemed to want to protest, but couldn't, and was still ravished somewhat against her will, turned her on more than anything she had witnessed so far. She could hear her brain chanting..."yes, hurt her and make her like it! Take away her fight and make her succumb to you. Make her see you as her master and her as your instrument." She knew it should be wrong, but it made her moan and further bloody her lip, it turned her on so much. She grasped Steven's hands hard, as she felt the small wave of an orgasm pass through her from watching the scene. Her hips bucked involuntarily when the man slammed himself back into the woman's dripping pussy, a look of content and fufillment as the woman screamed her pleasure.

She felt his lips against her neck and leaned into him. Still not sure what she was asking, but knowing it was definately what she wanted, she stretced her neck as far as it would go, till her mouth was panting in his hear. Her eyes glazed over with lust, a deep, dark green filled with want and desire. She moaned softly then spoke. "Steven...please..." She pleaded desperately. Her body writhing against the chair now. "Please..."

He smiled to himself, when she so easily succumbed. He could never have imagined, a woman whom would want what he was doing so easily. she may be fighting with herself in her own mind... though he smiled slightly to himself and as she squeezed his hands... his hands simply held hers, she knowing even if she tried to pull away, she never would. His fingers held hers tightly, even as he simply pulled her hands back a bit further, stretching her, her back arching off of the black leather chair, even as he would be her director, showing her the 'door' and seeing if she would walk through it.

He heard her pleas, and smiled slightly to himself, not letting her go, though he did return his lips to her ear, and growled. " We cannot, not here, not now. If you wish to know, what I can, and will do to you, you will come to my home, you will come tonight at nine o'clock. Not a moment late, or the door will lock, and I will persue this no further." He instructing her, ' guiding her', even as he smiled though, he actually stopping her from doing anything, though when she moaned into his ear, he turned his head... and straightening a bit... he kissed her, a powerful, passionate kiss, only for a moment, before he pulled his flesh off hers and growled.

" Watch the movie Amethyst... you are mine, you have no say... surrender to me, and watch what the woman is feeling, what she succumbs to." He not letting her go, not letting her touch him, or herself, he controlling everything about it... she feeling that he was going to make her orgasm with only this... yet it wasn't enough... the movie continuing, even as he made her look. The master leant over his slave... his hand spanking her upturned ass with one hand, his thumb of his other insdie the hole... he was fucking her ravenously... her breasts bouncing and 'jiggling' as he did. His eyes and face hidden behind that mask, even as Amethyst could see the way her body shook... the way her entire body seemed to just submit, take that pain, not to mention the immense pleasure! Aethyst could see the slave's own cum, dripping down over her spread, toned and beautiful thighs, the woman beautiful, like Amethyst... it wasn't hard to imagine it was her... laying helpless, being fucked so roughly... so out of control!

Steven could already imagine what, he would do to her if she did come tonight, first they would need to talk, he would need to tell her the 'rules' and test her, to see if she was serious about needing what he would offer. She had naught seen any pictures, no marriage ring, no children, they were both alone, available, and obviously interested. It would be an interesting few days, and it would all start, with if she willingly found him, needed him tonight! He looked over her neck though, the bronzed flesh, seeing how her chest rose and fell quickly, even as there was no escape, only that tormented pleasure that he was causing her!

She felt the further stretch of her arms. She relished the fact that she could not escape him, loved the feeling of release as she listened to him and further gave him control by not fighting it. She shivered harshly when his lips came back to her ear and spoke. She had already made up her mind to be there before nine tonight to see him, even before he had finished speaking. Even in her delusional, hyped state, she knew she belonged to him and would be there that night on his doorstep no later than 8:59, but not too much before, she had a feeling he wouldn't like that either. She had every intention of persuing this further and at the moment, job or not, she wished they could just leave now.

When he kissed her she whimpered and tried to reach back to his lips for more. Sorely missing his passion, just that quick. Her body was on fire and she could feel the dampness between her legs, just as she could see the slave's cum on her legs as well. She had finally figured that out too. The woman belonged to the man for his sexual pleasure, she was his 'love slave' or maybe 'fuck slave' was more like it. She wasn't sure, her brain was in too much overdrive to think anymore clearly.

At this point she could clearly see that being herself on that bed. On the one hand she was horrified at this realization. On the other, she felt it couldn't come soon enough. Her whole body screamed for release of any manner at this point. His closeness, the movie, the hightened sensation of being trapped just wasn't enough. Nothing she could do would take her over the edge, and she truly felt like her whole body was in a severe fever, or hell, whichever the case might be. All she knew was the torment of her body as she fought for relief, but couldn't quite claim it.

Her erradic breathing intesified. She felt lost in a sea of indecision and want. If he wasn't going to help her out of her physical predicament, couldn't he at least let her be until tonight? She resorted to begging once again, only this time tears streamed down her face. She was out of control and this wasn't the time or the place, plus she was still struggling somewhat with the comment. She was in near physical pain at this point, her body was wound so tight. She needed it to end, at least for now. "Steven...p-please...s-stop. I-I c-can't t-take this a-anymore!" She cried out, begging in deperation. "P-please!"

He chuckled ever so softly to himself when she begged him... he smiling slightly as he simply did as she asked for now. He let her go! Her hands feeling his unlock their grip from hers. He didn't want to, yet his will was stronger then anyone, including she, ever had anticipated. He knew she had walked into this firm thinking she would boss him around... oh how the tides were changing. He moved around her though, smirking to himself, even as he walked... she could feel his presence, as he went, and turning off the movie, the woman left the screen diabolically.

" 9:00, tonight Amethyst, no later, and no more then three minutes early." He looking to her, even as he walked towards her again... he looked down to her calmly, and before she could say anything, he pressed a finger to her lips, and smirking, added. " Not a word... work on the case, especially proving mens reus." He having the paralegals working on the precadents of the case itself... he so in control... his finger finally leaving her lips. Though as he sat down, there was a knock to the door and Steven looked up. " Come." It a demanding tone, commanding and full of presence, though she could conceive a different meaning for that word at the moment!

In walked a delivery boy... with two orders from the restaurant that he had mentioned... she getting food, as well as a curious look from the boy, though Steven got is as well and calmly paid the man, giving him a good tip, he nodded to her, even as he simply ate and worked... at least, hopefully she would get SOME work done that afternoon... the preliminary hearing was in one week, it nothing really important, but it was still the first benchmark! Steven was determined to actually get a good head start on the case, with, or without her, and with the larger desk, he truly did use it, he commanding everyone, though their secretaries arrived for their interviews... the new layers both kept busy for the rest of the day, Steven packed up at 6 p.m. he already having a good case started up!

Looking to her though he smirked and simply remarked. " I am leaving amethyst, don't work too late." He winking to her, even as he locked away his files into the new filing cabinet he had, his side of the room was definatly shaping up, and he was definatly in control of what was happening, what was going on right then and there! He nodded to her though and headed out, briefcase in hand, she having three hours until she had to be at his home.