Winter was calling and it had gotten rather cold rather quickly. She shuffled in through the glass doors and felt her skin thaw and defrost immediately as she was hit with the buildings central heating. She never compromised on looks, she could handle a little cold for the sake of looking the part of the station she now held. Her knee-high black leather boots, shimmering tan stocking clad legs and black power dress not looking out of place on the male dominated seventh floor. Her fiery red hair and striking red lips lit up the sorry floor of grey suits to say the least.
She made her way through the ground floor of the office lobby, passing the grandiose and decadent Christmas tree. The click-clack of her heels echoing off the walls announcing her arrival in an understated way that gave her an air of grace but maintaining power and hierarchy over her peers.
She headed into the elevator, there was no mistaking the grin on her face today. It somehow grew wider as she saw him across the way making for the elevator in his smart suit coat that only came out in winter. He was fumbling with his gloves and gesturing for the elevator to be held for him. She kept grinning as she slyly pressed the 'close doors' button. They were nearly shut before a hand managed to wedge itself between the metal shutters.
They slid back open as they exchanged glances. His a barely concealed scowl, hers that all too familair grin.
"Where's your Christmas spirit?" he asked as he composed himself. Tucking his leather gloves into the inside pockets of his smart duffle coat.
"Tis the season for giving, is it not darling?" she said. They both faced the elevator doors, stainding side-by-side.
He scoffed at this and couldn't help but let out a somehwat defeated laugh. It certainly was the season for giving as far as he was concerned as today was the day he'd walk into his office to a new, somewhat smaller, desk. While she received an early Christmas present, or more aptly, an early Christmas prize. She'd had her eye on his desk from the first moment she saw it and he had her underneath it doing his bidding. Fond memories indeed.
The elevator pinged and the doors opened at the sixth floor. Almost as a relfex he gestured for her to go first before realising his mistake.
"Ever the gentleman, aren't we?" she said, again through her beaming smile. He hung his head and saw the seventh floor button illuminated. He didn't want to prolong his humiliation any longer and walked out the elevator doors without so much as a word or look. He strided purposefully through the sixth floor offices as he made his way. He couldn't help but allow himself a small smile. Little did she know he had another little Christmas present for her.
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Their meetings had become somewhat routine. Too much so for his liking. Taking her tea on the dot, she'd comment if he was late or early. He'd grown tired of this and realised she needed taking down a peg or two. The promotion coup had clearly gone to her head. The desk was a dirty move and she hadn't played fair before either. He smiled as an email came in.
"Where's my cup of tea? Getting complacent?" it read. He knew she'd crack first. He'd been validating her power moves all this time and for little gain. He felt the wood of his new desk. It wasn't as good as his last one. Cheaper, smaller, no memories, not yet anyway. A wry grin came across his face as he thought about it. At the same moment his phone rang. It was an extension he didn't recognise. He answered.
"Hello?"
"Hi, I'm told you're late for a meeting with the boss?" he recognised the voice of a her secretary. A young and naive boy who was under her spell immediately. He spoke with no confidence and if he did it was only out of fear that he was may lose favour with her. Such was her grip with these types.
"Tell her I'm busy, I'll get there when I can" he hung up not giving the lad a chance to respond. He leaned back in his chair. Today was a good day. The power shift had begun and he too could play dirty.
He ignored another email and phone call before donning his suit jacket and making his way upstairs. No tea this time. He strode past her secretary as if he wasn't there. He may have said something along the lines of a protesting comment but he'd never know. He opened her office door and let it close behind him as he
stared at her attempting to look stately behind the desk, it didn't suit her at all.
"Just send him straight in when he arr-," she released her finger from the intercom in a flash and ran her hands through her hair nervously before straightening her back.
"You're la-"
"Late. I know. Busy on the sixth, you know how it is," he interjected.
"Err where's my tea?" this more fell out her mouth than shot out. She was clearly flustered.
What was wrong with her? She thought. But she already knew. She knows how he gets when he's off the leash, not in knickers or chastity. He swans about and gets his swagger back. She'd had him under her boot so long she forgot about his ability to disarm her with a look, a smile, a wink. His stare hadn't yet wavered and she could already feel a tingle down below. She attempted once again to claim back some authority.
"Like my desk?" she ran her palm across the shiny and solid wooden surface.
"I like it when you're bent over it," he replied. She hadn't noticed but he was right next to her on the opposite side of the desk now. She doesn't recall him approaching or coming that close.
"I'm not sure why you needed so many drawers and cable holes, ruins the aesthetic a little" she said with a straight face. She was composing herself.
"They all have practical uses. Want me to show you?"
"I don't need an IT lesson from you about bloody cables!" she quipped. Although she admits she was at a bit of a loss with the amount of monitor wires and everything else, it looked a bit of a state. She certainly wasn't doing the desk justice.
"Just forget your pride for 2 minutes and let me tidy it up for you. If you had a client in here it wouldn't be a good look would it?" he wasn't wrong. Not very becoming of the only female boss on the seventh floor.
He strode round the table and pushed her back on her wheeled chair. She didn't protest. Rather just admired him as he took off his suit jacket and got on his back underneath the desk, like a mechanic under a car.
"How've you managed this?!" he said with an accusatory tone. It was an absolute mess of tangled cables.
"I don't do IT, sorry," she stuck her tongue out at him after she said this, not that he could see from where he was. Her eyes hovered over his crotch in those tight fitting suit trousers that complimented him so well.
"Come here, hold these," he said. He wasn't asking. She saw a number of cables pop up through one of the numerous holes at the far end of the desk. She grabbed them with one hand as another set came out another hole. She grabbed these too. He got up from under the desk, she was bent over it reaching for the cables.
"Not a bad look for you that," he said as he very lightly rubbed his hand on her arse as he went round to the other side of the desk. She just smiled back sarcastically. Don't engage she thought, he's doing you a favour here, just keep quiet for a few minutes. He moved the monitors, intercom, phone and various other bits round as she felt increasingly compromised in her bent over position. But she was also starting to get bored and let out a sigh,.
"Oh I'm sorry, is this boring for you?" he asked.
"No darling. You crack on," her sarcastic smile as wide as ever. She stopped paying attention as he took various cables out her hands and put others in. She lost herself in the view out the window. It had started snowing and the trees had a light blanket of white on them, the city skyline in the distance getting lost in the dense cloud. It made her grateful for her promotion, thankfully this idiot believed he could beat her to it. She snickered at the thought before a she felt a tightness on her wrist that brought her back into the room.
"Ow! What the hell are you doing?" he remained silent as he did the same with the other wrist.
"You can let go now, all untangled," he said calmly. She went to lean up and admire his handiwork but she was stuck. In the midst of the cable tidying and admiring the view he'd managed to bind her to the desk. She went to thrash a little with her hands but they were bound tightly, expertly even.
"Untie me this instant!" she said a bit too desperately for her liking. He was round the back of the desk. He put his hand to his chin. Let out a 'hmmm' before choosing to speak.
"Some of my best work that. You know I did work in IT before I got into this sa-"
"I don't care! Untie me!" she felt him get closer as he leant down spoke softly right in her ear.
"Now why would I want to go and do a thing like that?" he grabbed her hair as he did this and pulled her head back before pushing it back down as he released his grip. She thrashed a little again but was distracted by a hand making it's way up her leg. It felt good on her stockinged leg as it went past the lace top and continued up her thigh before stopping short of her underwear. She felt a delicate touch on the fabric of her red knickers. She couldn't help but let out a little moan.
"Pretty warm and wet in there, wouldn't want to make a mess on your new desk now would we?" her head rested on the desk in resignation. Tied up, restrained, sodden knickers getting wetter by the second. He lifted up her dress delicately, being very gentle with her. Revealing the lace tops of her shiny tan stockings and the red knickers that weren't quite a thong but didn't exactly do a job of covering
