He marched her through the labyrinthine corridors of the building. Passed doors shrouded in mystery and digital locks. The only sound was that of her heels striking the tiled floor. She could vaguely make out his face in the sparse artificial light but knew that it remained indifferent.
Flicking his access card across the console on the right-hand side of the door, he said, "I shall be leaving you in a moment. I would like to compliment you on your exceptional skills during your orientation. I hope that I will have cause to enjoy them again in the future." Lyla heard the faint thud as the magnet disengaged.
With a final and uncharacteristic show of chivalry, he held the door open, head bowed.
"Ah, Miss Rose, so good of you to join us." Said the most beautiful man Lyla had ever seen. He was literally tall, dark and handsome. His features had been sculpted out of granite. There was not an ounce of fat upon the muscular frame beneath the designer suit.
"Please come in. We are just about to get started." Beckoning her like a headmaster summing a schoolgirl to his office for some minor infraction of the rules.
"Perhaps, Mr Summers, her reluctance may come from having no idea who you are?" Rasped a cold voice from somewhere beyond Lyla's line of sight.
"Of course. Of course. Where are my manners? I know that Mr Lebaux is a man of great diligence. But all too often, one of few words." He made a show of checking his ostentatiously large watch before continuing. "I believe we have a few minutes to spare before the rest of the board is due to arrive."
Summer's began striding towards her, his hand outstretched almost as soon as he started moving. Lyla realising she still had a hold of it, let go of the door, and crept into the vast meeting room. She was suddenly aware of her attire and how exposed it left her both literally and metaphorically.
As a reflex, she began pulling the flimsy frills of her skirt down while trying not to look as if she was. The only relief was that she had become somewhat numb towards the toys inside her.
"Yes," Summers stopped in front of her, with his hand still outstretched, but his eyes roaming across her soft curves.
He slowly circled Lyla, taking in her body bound inside the fetishized attire. She felt his soft hands play with her bright red curls, with no more pressure than a gentle breeze.
Suddenly he was standing behind her. His warm breath upon her ear. "I think I am going to enjoy breaking you". His hand slithered over her shoulder and down the front of her top.
With little care or finesse, he took her left nipple between his thumb and forefinger and pulled upon it. Hard and sharp, sending a spasm of pain through her. Which in turn triggered a small surge of pleasure from the silver balls deep inside her pussy.
"Sir, that's them just getting off the lift now. The board should be here momentarily." It was the same voice Lyla had heard earlier. Only this time, she could see the woman it belonged to as she emerged from the far corner of the room.
"Ms Rose, I would like you to meet Ms Pryor. She is my personal assistant. Second, in command, confidant, council and all-around life support system." The menace his voice had held moments before was gone. Replaced with the same jovial tone it had when she first entered.
