Signed Submission

The sky was balancing between the thick blackness that cast a navy fog over the swaying trees and the flashing fiery white bolts of lightning that lit up the dark night as if it was early afternoon. The thick drops of rain fell from above like liquid bullets, fast enough to bounce off any object before being absorbed into the forming puddles on the ground below.

Heaven Deville stood outside of the brightly lit restaurant “Platinum”, her large black umbrella and matching rain jacket her only defense against the storm. She knew she should just walk into the restaurant and avoid the unpredictable bolts of electricity cracking through the sky above her, but she just could not bring herself to go inside.

Julian King was inside waiting for her; waiting with his demands and his retribution, his sole intent to degrade and humiliate her. He wanted to pay her back for the three years she had bested him, for all the times she had mocked him, proving her worth was more than his. He wanted to be declared the victor of their competition, that long three year battle for the top spot at the firm; and now he finally had his chance.

For the first time in her 26 years of life, she was truly nervous.

She looked at the enormous silver sign, with the restaurant’s name in bold black letters, attached to the red brick building above her head. The light bulbs inside of the thick shadow box were beginning to flicker with the beat of the lightening, and Heaven felt a sliver of hope. She looked up to the pale silver moon, surrounded by a thick fleecy darkness, then shut her eyes and silently prayed that a hurricane would suddenly appear and whisk the restaurant away; then distribute it in tiny pieces over the northern side of the state. She opened her eyes to see the sky had calmed down a little bit in response to her, denying her request as the last bolt of lightning curled into a snide grin before dissipating before her very eyes. It was at that very moment she knew, nothing could save her from her lecherous fate, even her own karma was eager to make an example out of her and force her to pay for her lack of judgment.

She took a deep breath then extended her hand to the highly polished silver door handle, but when the brightly hued, stain glass door opened up, she quickly drew back as if bitten by a snake. She stepped to the side, hiding her face with her umbrella as a finely dressed couple exited the establishment.

“Platinum” was an exclusive restaurant that catered to the elite of the elite. There were some who got lucky enough to get a reservation almost a year in advance, but most could not get in at all, unfortunately she fell in the latter category. Of course, Julian King could get in, he probably had a permanent reservation and his own personal table, she thought.

“Spoiled prick.” she murmured to herself. The irony of the situation was not lost on her, Platinum was the one and only place that her superior skills of persuasion were useless to her and no matter how hard she tried, she could not get a reservation. Before tonight, she would have sold her best friends kidney to be able to dine potential clients at such a swanky place; but now she would give her own right leg not to have to go inside.

As much as she hated Julian King, and would love nothing more than to blame this entire unfortunate incident on him, she knew she could not, she had no one to blame but herself.

That was the worst part about the whole situation; it was her own dam fault. She just could not leave well enough alone, she had to go and do the stupidest thing she could think of. Really, what was wrong with her? What had been going through her mind that she honestly believed she would get away with something so unethical not to mention illegal. She had worked very hard to get where she was today and to think that she may have ruined it all with such an impulsive act of desperation, completely sickened her.

She should have known better, not just for the obvious ethical reasons, but how could she have been so stupid to think that a sex-crazed freak like Julian King would not have cameras in his office. They had probably been installed for sexual purposes; she imagined him smiling into the lens as he and his temporary slut for the night, performed lurid acts in front of the camera. She knew in her heart the twisted pervert had probably left the camera rolling and just gotten lucky by catching her breaking into his office.

How could she have been so foolish? Had she truly believed she would get away with it? It had made sense at the time, considering everyone at the firm knew of the secret saboteur out to sabotage Julian King’s career. She had assumed everyone at the office would automatically think it was another act committed by the mystery villain; but never once did she consider the fact that all of the previous misdeeds could be pinned on her.

If word got out about what she did, she would be blacklisted indefinitely, no firm in the state of New York would dare work with her.  She took one last look up to the sky, giving it one last chance to produce some type of natural disaster, aware of the fact that she was just delaying the inevitable. She was stuck between a rock and a chainsaw; there was nothing she could do to get herself out of this situation. She refused to voluntarily quit a career she loved and jail was out of the question, she had no other choice but to go inside.

She would just have to force herself to submit to the demands of a lunatic, because that vengeful beast had her right where he wanted her. She took the deepest breath she could muster before reaching out, then slowly turning the doorknob, opening the large glass door and finally walking inside.

She had no more then stepped inside and closed her umbrella when the smell in the air over took her. The strong aroma of caramel with just a hint of vanilla drifted through the brightly lit restaurant. She felt her knees wiggle and her stomach flutter as the smell enveloped her. She absolutely loved sweets; it had been her one true weakness since childhood. As a child, she was unable to resist, but as an adult, she forced herself to; she would not succumb to her cravings. She was in a war of wills against herself and it was a battle she refused to loose. She had a hard enough time trying to tame the curves of her body as it was, and she did not need the extra pounds making it harder. Still, in stressful situations like this, she felt that familiar weakness nagging at her. She opted to hold her breath and try not to breathe in such a delectable scent as she walked over to the host.

“Miss Deville here for Mr. King.” she said and the host looked taken aback.

“Of course.” he attempted to smile, but it looked as if the very act had brought intense pain to his face “May I take your jacket?”

“Yes.” she answered, removing her black rain jacket then handing it to the host who held out his hand as if he was expecting a pile of manure, his eyes skimming over her with a look of disgust. “And this.” she handed him her umbrella, watching his reaction.

She had gone out of her way to look especially unattractive tonight and she could tell by the look on the host’s face that her plan had obviously worked. She had carefully picked out the most unflattering suit she had in her closet, it was two sizes too big, unaltered and she was sure there was a small hole somewhere near the bottom of the hem. She also went the extra mile with her hair, slicking it back into a bun so tight, she feared her hair was de-rooting as she stood there. She wore the worse granny shoes she could find at the local supermarket and then to top it all off, she pulled out her special ‘man proof’ glasses; they were thicker and more unattractive than the ones she normally wore to work.

The host, keeping a few feet ahead of her and being careful not to look at her directly, led her to the back of the restaurant where it managed to get even swankier as well as dimmer. He stopped at a private little area, well secluded from the rest of the diners, it was not a true room, but the half walls did a good job of shielding them.

“Miss Deville to see you sir.” the host spoke directly to Julian than quickly turned to leave. Even though the host was a snob, she was half-tempted to tell him to stay for a while; she was not prepared to be alone with Mr. King yet. Instead, she stood as tall as she could as she looked down at Julian over the top of her glasses.

And there he sat, as smug as could be, behind the large circular table sipping on a glass of liquor, looking at her as if she was the main course that he was ready to disassemble then devour. She felt her knees begin to wiggle again as an intense dread washed through her body and tiny beads of sweat attempted to form across her skin. She knew by the look in his eyes that he was elated and anxious to make her pay and she felt her pulse begin to race. She also felt her hand itching to slap his face, she would love nothing more than to slug him and tell him to go fuck himself before turning around and walking away. If it was under any other circumstances, she would, but she refused to just lie down and give up without a fight, no matter the destructive toll it would inevitable take on her psyche.

Julian looked her up and down; she was obviously nervous as well as irritated and he was gloating, thrilled to see her in such an anxiety-ridden state. He also noticed she had really gone out of her way to make herself appear unattractive and he wanted to laugh at her ignorance. Didn’t the little fool realize there was nothing she could do to make herself look less attractive?  He never understood that about her, most women he knew, even successful lawyers like her, did not go to such extremes to look ugly.

“Sit down Miss Deville.”

“I prefer to stand.”

“I prefer you sit.” he said, but she waited a few seconds before she finally sat on the edge of the seat, as far away from him as she possibly could.

“Come closer.” he said taking another sip, already knowing she would test his patience to the limit.

“I can hear everything you have to say from here.” she objected, refusing to budge.

“I said come here.” he demanded with an authority that made her want to smack him. Was he crazy? She did not take demands! Whom the hell did he think he was talking to like that?

‘Oh that’s right.’ she thought to herself, ‘he is talking to the woman who broke into his private office, stole his important files and set a virus through his computer that destroyed the entire system.’ she reminded herself of her folly. He had the upper hand and could demand whatever he wanted from her. Unfortunately, there was nothing she could do to stop him. For right now, she had to keep her big mouth shut and try to get herself out of this self-inflicted fiasco.

“Whoops.” she said knocking over a tall thin glass of water, he caught the glass before it hit the floor, but the contents still managed to spill all over the seat between them, accomplishing her goal. “The seats wet.” she shook her head, “I am not sitting there.”

Julian could not wait to break this stubborn bitch; he could not wait until he had her all to himself in the privacy of his own home where no one would hear her scream. He could not wait until she was on all fours naked and begging him to stop; but most of all he could not wait to rip that ugly fucking suit off her body and see what was underneath. He knew that would finally wipe that smug smile off her face and bring a smile to his.

“I can make you pay for that.” he spoke in a low voice, glaring at her.

“Really? And how is that?” she asked in a condescending tone. He held his anger as he grabbed her arm and slid her down the seat to sit in the puddle of water. She gasped and tried to pull away but he held her still.

“Stunts like that will only make it harder on you.” he explained as she tried to stand up, but he put his large hand on her upper thighs and forced her to remain seated.

“Let go!” she hissed as she felt her long skirt soak up the water.

“Sit still.” he demanded as he reached down and pulled a folder out of his briefcase, and then laid it down on the table in front of her.

“What is this?”

“Your contract.”

“Contract? It’s a blank sheet of paper.”

“I know, sign your name at the bottom.”

“I am not signing this.”

“That’s one of your choices, you don’t sign the contract, and I turn you in, have you charged with breaking and entering, destruction of property and theft. You will be disbarred for unethical actions and never work as an attorney again.”

“And what’s the other choice, again?”

“You sign yourself over to me for the next 30 days.”

“Excuse me?”

“This paper means for the next month you live at my house under my rules.”

“I can’t live at your house.”

“That’s a rule.” he wrote it down on the sheet of paper.

“I have to work.”

“I’ll take you back and forth, every day.”

“What are the other rules?” she decided to humor him, still looking for a way out of this.

“Whatever I decide, that’s why the paper is blank; I can make them up as I go.”

“I’m not doing anything dirty or perverted.”

“Everything I intend to do to you is dirty and perverted.” he said honestly, she felt her heart race and she couldn’t breathe for a moment.

“I won’t do it.”

“If I write it on this paper you have no choice.”

“I can’t.” she said unable to look into his eyes. She swore he could see her weakness and smell her fear. As if reading her mind, he wrote on the sheet of paper

Does everything that I ask of her with no hesitation.

“What does that mean exactly?” she asked, already knowing the answer, but hoping it was not as bad as she feared it might be. He hated her, why would he all of the sudden want to do anything sexual with her?

“That means if I say I’m thirsty you bring me a drink. If I say I want to see you, you take off your top and sit on my lap,” she gasped and her chin dropped as he continued, “If I say I need to be inside of you, you pull up your skirt and drop to your knees. If I tell you to strip get in the middle of the table and spread your legs so I can eat you after I finish my meal, you better be naked before I finish my demand.”” he finished.

“You really are a twisted pervert, I know I‘ve joked about it in the past, but I had no idea just how depraved you really were.”

“And you’re a thief, but you need to know exactly what you’re getting yourself into.” he said then grinned “and how deep I will be getting into you.”

“You can’t just say stuff like that to Me.” she snapped at him uncomfortable with this type of talk.

“Say stuff like that to you? Princess, I’m going to do stuff like that to you, plus ten times worse.” he raised his brow “but like I said, it’s your choice, you can refuse, but if you accept, know that I am going to turn you out. And don’t look so shocked, what did you expect? It’s your own fault; you broke into my office and destroyed my proposal.”

“look, I’m sorry I broke into your office, you’ve made me pay enough, I get it, I’ll never do it again.” she said with a look of irritation and he was torn between slapping it off her face or kissing her hard enough to make her realize she had no control over this situation. “You need to stop this.”

“If I hadn’t of caught you, you would have never given yourself up. You would have made me look like a fool in front of my family and for that you haven’t even began to pay, but you will.” he took a sip of his drink “now take off your panties.”

“Excuse me?” she raised her bows in shock.

“You heard what I said.”

“You want me to take off my panties?” she stammered, partially from shock but she was also trying to stall him.

“Yes.”

“Here?” she looked around in terror.

“Where else?” he said getting irritated with her approach at playing dumb, the girl was anything but dumb, she was hands down one of the most intelligent people he knew.

“I can’t do it, I absolutely refuse! I cannot remove my underwear in a public restaurant.” he was surprised to hear this well-spoken girl falter with her words. “That’s absurd and you’re sick for even suggesting it!”

“Fine,” he made a move to leave the table “the deal is off, I’ll see you at work tomorrow.” she watched him move away and she wanted him to leave, she wanted to kick him in the ass just so he’d hurry up and get away from her. Nevertheless, she knew she could not just let him walk away, she had worked too hard to quit now.

“Wait.” she said softly.

“What?”

“Are you still going to turn me in?” she knew it was wishful thinking, but she had to try.

“Yes.” he answered then turned to leave again.

“Wait!” she snapped in frustration; figuratively speaking, this bastard had her between a sharp knife and a running chainsaw. There was nothing she could do and was becoming so consumed with her frustration that she felt her head might explode. “Wait.”

“What is it?” he was irritated now.

“I’ll do it.” she said putting her head down, unable to look him in the eyes while she admitted her defeat.

“Do what?” he asked her.

“What you asked me to do.”

“What did I ask you to do?” he raised his brows.

“To remove my panties.”

“But you didn‘t.”

“I said I would.”

“But you hesitated, the deals off.”

“What? No, wait!” she grabbed his arm as she slid closer to him, then immediately let go of him.

“The deal is off Miss Deville. I should have known better, you’d never honor that contract”

“Please don’t make me beg you.”

“If I don’t make you beg me, I’d spend the next 30 days having you refuse me.”

“No.”

“No?”

“No, I won’t refuse.”

“You won’t? Then convince me.” he slid back into the seat, close to her “take off your panties and give them to me.”

“fine.” she said softly as she looked at him and he was shocked to see her blush. She reached under the table, reached up her long skirt, grabbing her panties, and then began to slide them off when he stopped her.

“Wait.”

“Wait?” she asked, praying he changed his mind.

“I want to watch you,” he said then pushed the table away from the seat, “now get closer to me.” when she slid down the seat closer to him, he turned her so she faced him. “Alright, slide them off.”

“You really are a sick, twisted pervert.” she said in disgust

“you have no idea what I’m capable of or what I would put you through to amuse myself.” he grinned sadistically, “be happy I didn’t make you beg me to tear them off.” he grabbed her thigh and pulled her a little closer to him.

He reveled in her discomfort, watching her struggle to remove her panties without showing any skin. After an uncomfortable minute, she managed to slide them off.

“Give them to me.” he demanded and she complied. He held the plain white cotton panties in his hand for a moment, not the least bit surprised she wore something so unappealing, than slid them in his jacket pocket. “Good girl, now pull your skirt up.”

“What?”

“Don’t start that shit again; pull up your skirt up to your waist, Miss Deville.”

“Hell no.” she looked around her

“No one can see you.”

“You can.”

“That’s the whole point Princess, I need to see you.”

“I am not going to do it.”

“So you’re breaking the deal?”

“No, but how do I know after I do all this your still not going to turn me in?” she asked.

“How do I know you won’t break your contract because of the horrible things I’m going to be doing to you? You’re the thief here, the one whose word can’t be trusted.”

“If I break that contract, I’ll lose my career or go to jail.”

“And I want you under my control for the next 30 days more than I want you in jail. I want to do terrible things to you Miss Deville. There is so much to pay you back for over these last 3 years that 30 days will barely cover it. Now pull up your skirt.”

“I can’t do it, not here, let‘s go somewhere else.” she hated the fact that she had to plead with him.

“You better get used to this; this is your life for the next month. You better be happy I don’t have your jacket ripped open so I can look at your tits while I’m eating.” he said and she glared at him.

“Oh I really fucking hate you.”

“Be prepared to hate me even more. Now pull up your skirt before I lay you on top of the table and pull it up myself.”

She eyed him for another moment than looking around, satisfied no one was looking back, she lifted her skirt up high, but still making sure her now naked sex was covered. He saw her nervousness and wondered about it. He did not think he would ever see this girl sweat; she had gone toe to toe with some of the strongest attorneys around and had never broken a sweat. So why was she nervous just lifting her skirt? It had to be the fact that she was in public or maybe it was just him.

“Have you ever done anything in public before?”

“No.” she said refusing to look at him, keeping her eyes straight and glued to the god-awful painting on the wall. He did grin a little, the side of his mouth pulled up into a slight side grin.

“You don’t like being on display do you?”

“Not at all.”

“Good, than you’re in for a treat.” He reached down and slid her skirt up a little, exposing the tiniest dark patch, she tightened her legs together and when he slid his finger up the exposed area, she jumped. He grinned than kissed her cheek before he pulled her skirt back down, covering her.

“Treat? You mean torture.”

“One man’s torture is another man’s treat, I’m going to have a lot of fun with you Ms. Deville,” he grinned “now, sign the contract.” Heaven closed her eyes and took the last deep breath of the evening, before snatching the pen from him and signing her name on the dotted line. She looked up to him and felt her anxieties rise as she realized she had just officially enslaved herself to the devil for the next thirty days. 

***

Heaven stepped out of the limo, her breath trapped in her lungs as she saw the magnificent mansion out of her peripheral vision. She stood up, looking directly at the large house, the sun illuminating the deep, red brick exterior, and casting a Heavenly glow across the large wrap-around porch. She had never seen such a beautiful home in her life and could not believe she would be a prisoner in such beauty for thirty whole days.

“This is where Mr. King lives?” she asked Alice, who was suddenly standing next to her.

“Yes, it was one of his grandfather’s favorite houses and he left it to Mr. King after he passed away.”

“When did he die?” she asked, stalling, not prepared to go inside and start her jail term yet.

“About six years ago I think, but I’m not positive; Mr. King never speaks of his grandfather anymore.”

“Did you know him?”

“No, he died before I started working here,” she shrugged, “but the staff talks about him all the time. Most of them had worked for the old man before he died and they respected him very much. Dorothy the head cook was in love with him, she still is I think; she keeps a picture of him on her bed stand.” Heaven turned to see the lofty look of love in the chauffeur’s eyes and scoffed before she walked towards the door. “You’re going to like it here.” Alice said as she caught up with Heaven, opening the door for her.

“As much as I would enjoy licking active lava.” she frowned and stepped through the threshold with Alice a step behind her.

“Is that even possible?” Alice asked with a grin on her face and Heaven stopped to look at the girl, the faint trace of what could be considered amusement on her face.

“I think if you’re close enough to lick lava; you’ve got bigger problems.” Heaven answered with a straight face and Alice smiled ear to ear as she chuckled, she really liked this conservative chick with the caustic wit.

“He gave me instructions to take you to his office,” she stopped in front of the massive mahogany door, “this is it, the end of the road.”

“There are no ending roads in hell.” she whispered to herself as Alice knocked on the door.

When the wooden door opened, Charity, one of the house cleaners came out with a smile. Alice rolled her eyes at the trouble-making girl, and then led Heaven into one of the biggest offices she had ever seen.

Heaven stood back as she scanned his large office; it was like hauntingly medieval and looked like it belonged more in a castle or a horror film then a gorgeous upscale home. Julian, looking like an earthbound demon, sat behind a monstrously large, black stone desk with sharp angles that dominated the room. He looked like royalty, sitting in an intricately carved high back chair, which looked more like a throne. The large stone fireplace off to the left side of the room had a large black onyx gargoyle perched on the mantle, its wings scanning the length.

“Is there anything else you need Mr. King?” Alice asked as Julian walked over to the dark leather couch before the fireplace.

“No that will be all, thank you. He dismissed her, and Alice gave Heaven a quick wink before she left the room. The sound of the closing door echoed in Heaven’s ears, sealing her fate and enclosing her alone in the room with the man who would be her warden for the next month. She stood there, too stiff to move forward and her anxieties increasing under the deafening silence.

“Come here.” he said, his words breaking the stillness in the room forcing the reality of her situation to come crashing down on her.

Heaven was suddenly feeling like a bound kitty cat being sacrificed to a hungry pit bull; it was like walking a ship’s plank and being forced to willingly jump into the shark-infested water below. How was she expected to sacrifice herself so easily? It was taking everything inside of her to not just turn around and run out of this place, far away from this vindictive, revenge-seeking, maniacal pervert. How the hell was she going to get herself out of this mess? Her options were becoming very slim.

Julian sat on his black leather sofa, watching her walk towards him. He finally had her, that bitch Heaven Deville was his on a silver platter and he was overwhelmed with joy. He could not wait to pay her back for her foul mouth and her demeaning ways.

“How does it feel?” he asked.

“How does what feel?” she snapped back.

“Being enslaved to me?” he grinned so smugly she wanted to scream at the top of her lungs and rip his smug lips from his face! “Your nemesis.”

“It sucks.” she said her voice low, trying her hardest to not let him see the weakness she was beginning to feel.

“Thank you Miss Deville.” he said with sincerity.

“For what?”

“For breaking into my office and stealing my file.” he grinned “and putting yourself right in my hands. I couldn’t have paid money for what I am going to do to you.”

“I seriously hate you.” was the only retort that came to her mind.

“You think you hate me now, but after the next 30 days you’re going to know what hate really is.”

“29 days.” she corrected him.

“No 30 days, the contract starts now.”

“But what about yesterday at the restaurant?”

“Yesterday didn’t count as a part of the agreement; you merely signed the contract.”

“Merely signed the contract? I took off my panties in a public restaurant and you forced me to lift my skirt; that should count for something!”

“It did; I was testing the merchandise.”

“Testing the merchandise?” she could feel her blood pressure skyrocket.

“If you didn’t lift your skirt how would I have known if I even wanted a contract with you.”

“If I could kill you and get away with it, I swear I would.” she raised her chin forcing herself not to slug him as he laughed at her.

“Trust me; the feeling is more than mutual, as you well know. I to would love to partake in your demise and watching you break is the first step.”

“You’re not going to break Me.” she grinned at his words as she raised her chin, showcasing her arrogance.

“I will,” he smiled “I am going to break you down to the ground. I won’t stop until you’re  on your knees with no pride and no self-respect. I am going to do things to you that you will never recover from, things you will never be able to forget.”

“Good luck with that.” she continued smiling.

“But then again, since you hate me so much maybe the best revenge would be to make you fall in love with me.” he said and watched her face drain of all color. “Then you would have no one to hate but yourself, because you love me.”

“That would never happen. The only thing I will be doing with your heart is ripping from your lifeless body.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.”

“Get undressed.” He barked.

“Excuse me?”

“Take off your clothes Ms. Deville.” he demanded and she stood there unable to move, she felt like cement had just been poured down her spine and it had settled in the bottom of her feet.

“Look, I gave you back the file, I swear on my life I will never ever do anything stupid like that again.” she tried to convince him, “I’m really sorry Mr. King.”

“No, you tried to ruin my case and if I didn’t have security in my office, you would have.” he said with anger in his voice. Just the thought of him not being prepared or screwing up in front of his father and brother infuriated him. His father would be disappointed; his brother would gloat and then begin to lecture him. “Now I’m going to teach you a lesson about men like me.”

“I learned my lesson.”

“No you didn‘t, but you will. I am going to teach you a lesson you will never forget, and if at any point you object, you will go straight to jail. The price of that ring alone will keep you behind bars for a while, not to mention the computer.” he said although he would never turn her in.

“I didn’t steal that ring.”

“Why should I believe you?”

“Because I’m not a liar.”

“Then by our own admission, your just a thief,” he answered and Heaven suddenly thought of Jade’s advice about shedding a tear in front of him. Heaven tried everything in her power to cry, but her anger would not let the emotion seep through. “And who would ever trust a thief?”

“Why didn’t you turn me in?” she changed the subject, asking the question that had been plaguing her since he first busted her. “I know how much you hate me and you have the perfect opportunity to destroy me, so why didn‘t you.”

“Because I would rather make your life a living hell and I deserve the opportunity to fully punish you for your actions.” he said in a way that made the hair at the back of her neck stand straight up. “I am going to pay you back for every snide comment, every case you stole, every time you sent my secretary on a false errand, stole the ink from my printer, every little thing you’ve ever done is coming back to you. Now get undressed, or I will call the police, have you thrown in jail and then proceed to destroy your entire career.” he lied.

“You are such a sadistic prick!”

“I definitely can be.” he grinned again then held out his hand “now stand before me and get undressed.” she hesitated for a moment then took a tiny step towards him before she stopped. “closer.” he demanded and she scowled before she took another small step then stopped again. “closer.” he repeated and she hesitated before she stepped in front of him, his knees spread, he motioned her to come closer and again she hesitated before she took the steps forward to stand before his knees. “If I have to tell you again-”

“If I get any closer I’ll be standing on your lap.” she cut him off, each step she took closer to him filled her with frustration.

“So if you know what I want, then why are you stalling?” he asked, “Come on.” she took a deep breath then stood between his spread feet.

“That’s close enough.” she said, refusing to budge. He took a moment to look at her, wondering how a woman so hot could be so cold.

“I decide what’s close enough.”

“Fine.” she said and took a step so small she did not even move forward.

“Heaven Deville.” he rolled her name off his tongue, liking the way it sounded, she on the other hand was instantly enraged that he would dare call her by that name. “When I found out your name was Heaven, my first thought was that you should have been named Hell.” he smirked as she continued to frown.

“Well not everyone can be named to sooth their over inflated ego, Mr. King.” she frowned in disgust.

“My overly inflated ego?” he grinned, believing her ego was just as large as his was. “Bedsides, I think your last name is a better fit then mine; isn’t Deville French for devil?”

“And isn’t Julian a girl’s name?” she retorted then grinned when she realized she had hit a nerve. Julian had always hated his first name and preferred being called King; he had always felt he was excessively masculine for such an androgynous name.

“Get undressed!” he roared.

“Don’t get mad, Julie.” she snickered as she watched his anger contort his face.

“Call me that one more time and I will gag you, pull your panties to your knees, take you outside and finger fuck you in front of my gardeners.” he hissed. She felt her knees turn to gelatin and the air leave her lungs; she braced her body so she would not sway.

“You wouldn’t?” she gasped.

“Test me and find out.” he lifted his left brow then held out his hand. “Now give me your glasses.”

She took off her glasses and handed them to him. He looked at the face that was always hidden behind the large, black frames. Her expressive eyes were void of any makeup and she was still utterly beautiful. “Do you have contacts?”

“No.”

“I will have contacts ordered for you first thing in the morning; I don’t want you putting these things back on your face.”

“Why?”

“Because I said so.” He dared her to object.

“Fine.” she exhaled, realizing the loss of her glasses would be the least of her worries.

“Now take down your hair.” he spoke, eager to really see her. She frowned as she reached back and removed the bobby pins holding the large bun in place, then slowly unraveled the bun before removing the rubber band and letting the thick mass of curls fall down past her shoulders. Julian watched in awe as she released a head full of thick long curls, his fingers itching to run through the strands. He had no idea she had that much hair, he was surprised she did not suffer from severe headaches keeping that silken mass pulled back so tight. He was impressed beyond words, he knew she was beautiful, but he had no idea the extent of that natural beauty.

“You know if the roles were reversed, I would have sent you to prison.” she frowned.

“I know. You should be happy that I want to fuck you more than I want to punish you, now take off that horrible suit.”

“You are so perverse.”

“I know.” he grinned arrogantly. She watched him, the man she despised ordering her around like some common house pet, he loved this and she wanted to scream. She felt her belly begin to do flip-flops as she slowly unbuttoned her blazer.

“I’ve never seen you so nervous,” his grin widened as he watched the blush spread across her face as she slowly slid the blazer off, “I like it.”

“I can‘t believe your making me do this.” she said, ready to cry, but forcing herself to stay strong, even if she had to bite the inside of her mouth hard enough to draw blood, she would not let him see the weakness that she felt.

“And I can’t believe you broke into my office,” he shook his head in disgust “that reeked of desperation. Take off the skirt.” he ordered her. She reached behind her and unzipped her skirt, taking a deep steadying breath before she slid it down to pool at her feet then stepped out of it. “Now the shirt.” She fidgeted with the top button of the extra-large, white, button up shirt she was wearing.

“I wish lightning would crash through the roof and hit you on top of the head.” she slowly unbuttoned the shirt then slid it off and sat it on the couch. There she stood in ridiculously-large, white cotton panties with an unusually tight corset that made her chest appear flat and still managed to look magnificent.

“Do you need help with that thing?” he asked looking at the monstrous looking corset. Leave it to Ms. Deville to find the ugliest corset ever created.

“No.”

“Then hurry up and get it off.” he demanded and she frowned as she reached behind her and unfastened the corset. He watched as she finished unhooking it but she was refusing to let it go, she held it tight against her body feeling the anxiety of baring her breasts running through her.

“Give it to me.” he said and she looked at him for a moment before she finally managed to slide it off then hand it to him without exposing her breasts. He took the corset from her, sitting there dumbfounded on the sofa as his eyes explored the magnificence of her form. Where the hell did those breasts come from? And that ass? How had she managed to hide those curves under those terrible suits for so long? Hell, how had she contained those breasts? He had never seen anything like her before; she was pure perfection with curves that were made specifically to fit his perfect vision. This turn of events had caught him off guard and shocked him enough to change his whole plan of action against her.

“Can I get dressed again?”

“Are you crazy, I would never let you cover up that body.” he said reaching up to grab her arms, “Let me see your breasts.” he said easing her arms down, watching her innocent reaction as she bared her breasts.  She felt her face burn with shame, as she stood there topless before the man she had been battling for the past three years.

“Dam, I was wrong, your name does fit you perfectly,” he said completely entranced by her Heavenly curves. Her large breasts thrust towards the sky; her nipples were soft, but he intended to change that soon. He reached out to slide her panties down, but she grabbed his hands.

“Can I leave my panties on?” she asked, angry that she had to ask his permission. He suddenly saw fear flash across her face before she was able to slip back into her poker face mode.

“Only until your punishment.”

“Isn’t this punishment enough?”

“Your punishment hasn’t even started yet, come here.” he said taking her hand and pulling her towards him, she pulled back at first then finally relented before sitting down on his lap. “You are amazing; I am going to enjoy taking advantage of such beauty.”

“I can’t believe I am sitting topless on my enemy’s lap.” she said her body tightened up in defense against the hand that was coming to close to her.

“You shouldn’t have broken into my office and stolen my report.” He looked up into her eyes.

“I curse myself every second of the day for that act of stupidity.”

“But since you did, you are all mine and there are rules to follow.” He slid his hand down her belly and into her panties.

“Wait!” she grabbed his hand.

“Are you breaking the deal?” he asked.

“No.” she said softly.

“Then ask me to touch you.” he said.

“What? Are you crazy? There is no way in hell I would ever ask you to touch me!”

“Is that a no?”

“Hell yes that’s a no!” she put her arms over her chest and Julian stood, opened the small drawer next to the couch and pulled out a pair of handcuffs, then grabbed her wrist. “Wait! What are you doing?” she squealed as he pulled her wrists behind her back and snapped on the cuffs.

“Every time you tell me no, you’ll have two choices; either end the contract or be punished.”

“If I end the contract I destroy my career.”

“Then ask me to punish you.”

“What? No!” she shook her head trying to step back but he grabbed her by the front of the large underwear she wore and pulled her back.

“Then your breaking the contract?” he asked and she wanted to scream then slap him for pushing her into this corner. Why did she break into his office?

“No.” she said her voice barely above a whisper.

“Then ask me to punish you.”

She wanted to cry, she wanted to scream and she wanted to faint; but most of all she wanted to run far away from him. Her body began to tremble and she felt the adrenaline rushing through her as she tried to subdue her anger. She truly hated this man, she wanted to choke the life from him for forcing her to do this and one day she would have her revenge.

“Punish-” she stopped unable to finish; he was silent for a moment, staring at her intently, waiting for her to speak.

“Lift your head, look me in the eyes and ask me to please punish you.” he repeated and she finally raised her head to look him in the eye, biting her lip and clenching her fists as he grinned smugly.

“Please punish me.” she said and felt the bile raise in her throat.

“Mr. King- now ask again” he instructed her.

“Please punish me, Mr. King.” she repeated and fought the tears coming to her eyes. She instead tried to focus on the revenge she would enact against him when this was all over. She had big plans for a major sabotage in the near future; she just had to get through these next 30 days first.

“I would love too.” he said and grabbed her by the forearm then led her to the side of the room. He moved a book and hit a button that seemed to blend in with the wall; then the small bookcase shifted and opened to reveal a secret door. He pulled a skeleton key from his pocket and unlocked the small door then led her in.

“Where are we going?”

“Ask me one more question and I will gag you.” he said, leading her down a set of winding stairs. She looked at him as if she would attack him if her arms were not cuffed behind her back and he grinned at her small display of defiance. At the bottom of the stairs was another short hallway with three doors, he took her to the door on the right, unlocked it and then ushered her in. She squinted her eyes against the bright light.

The large basement room was void of any windows, the grey brick walls and the black marble floor gave the room an ominous feel. The room felt like it had been encased in snow, the cold chilled her to the bone while puckering her skin and the floor felt like smooth chunks of ice below her bare feet. She looked around the room in a horrified awe; there were several different medieval looking devices. Although it was the crude looking gynecologist chair that made the hair on the back of her neck stand up.

“You would have a room like this, you sicko.” she said with a frown as she scanned the room’s devices, imagining what a few of the more complicated ones were used for. Julian grinned, his hand on her lower back as he led her towards the middle of the room where a thick chain hung from the ceiling. She looked up to the high ceiling, wondering how many women had been hanging from this chain at one point or another and how many of them had come willingly.

“I designed this room three years ago, the day after I met you.”

“Yeah right.” she said wondering if he was telling the truth, it was hard to tell with this particular member of the King family.

He unlocked the handcuffs that had been chafing her wrists, but before she had a chance to rub the reddened flesh, he grabbed her then quickly secured her wrists in the leather cuffs attached to the bottom of the chain.

“Stay still.” he instructed her, but she was already trying to wiggle free.

“Don‘t hook me up there!” she snapped at him as her body wobbled, her toes the only part of her foot she could balance on. “You seriously need to let me down!” she continued, but Julian walked to the small metal table to his right, and grabbed a long, black scarf, which he promptly wrapped around her mouth then tied behind her head, silencing the room. She glared at him, unable to use her words to cut him; she used her eyes, letting him know exactly how she felt about him. He in turn grinned smugly before grabbing the small silver box that also hung low from the ceiling and pressing the red button. Any attempt to dislodge her hands from the cuffs was futile as she felt the chain pulling her up to her tiptoes. She tried to yell obscenities at him as the chain pulled her higher, stretching every inch of her 5 foot 5 frame, but the scarf muffled every sound.

Julian walked back over to stand before her, openly appreciating the magnificent body as she hung there, stretched out before him,  in a mild state of discomfort. He pushed her hair back from her face before sliding his hand down the soft skin of her cheek. She turned her head to the side trying to avoid his touch and he grabbed her chin forcing her to look at him.

“You’re here because you destroyed all of my hard work, and I caught you red handed. I could have retaliated and destroyed your career, so naturally, I expect you to show your gratitude. That means if I touch your thigh, you will immediately to spread your legs wider for me, if you don’t I will punish you. And if you ever tell me no again I will beat you and if you object to that, I will send a copy of that tape to every lawyer in the state. Do you understand?’ he asked and when she refused to answer him, his sadistic grin widened. He walked over to the wall and for the first time Heaven noticed that the entire wall was covered in rows of small devices used for punishment. She saw a few cat o’ nine tails, various sized paddles, crops, whips, hooks, chains, cuffs and clamps, but when Julian pulled a small paddle down from the large silver hook, she felt a sliver of fear.

“Rule number one, you never tell me no. you are here because you tried to sabotage me, and I caught you that means I can do whatever I want to you.” Although he would love nothing more than to beat her ass, he would save that for when she really pissed him off. Right now, he was still taken aback by her beauty and too eager to explore every inch of her body, although he did need to teach her a quick lesson.

He stood to the side of her, one hand holding the paddle, the other hand caressing her belly; he held out his arm and brought the paddle down on her behind. She jerked and screamed below the mask, it did hurt a little, but nearly as bad as she had feared, it stung more than anything. She braced herself as he brought it down four more times before he finally stopped.

“When I tell you to do something, you neither hesitate nor question me, you just do what your told.” he said as he gently caressed her stinging behind. “Next time I won’t be so lenient, Princess.” he slapped her butt harder than he had with the paddle and she jumped in response. He reached above her head and un-cuffed her from the chain, looking down at her before leading her to the seating area on the opposite side of the basement. He sat on the oversized black leather couch before pulling her down to his lap; then reached behind her head and untied the gag.

“Now, back to where to where we started; spread your legs and ask me to touch you.” he demanded and despite the feeling of helplessness mixed with an equal measure of rage, she gritted her teeth, raised her head and looked up at him as she spread her legs a fraction. She would play along, for now.

“Touch me.” she said through clenched teeth, cringing as she spoke the submissive words.

“Say please,” Julian grinned slightly, making fun of her plight, “and say my name.”

“Please touch me, Mr. King.”

“Good girl; now sit on your hands and spread your legs wider.” he spoke, lightly tapping her sex before sliding his hand from her belly to the underside of her breast. She felt a tingling pressure begin to form low in her belly as his fingertip lazily circled her nipple, and Julian smiled as he watched the soft tip begin to pucker up. She tried to pull away from him, but his large hand was braced against her back and pushing her forward as he continued to caress her. She squeezed her eyes closed, trying desperately to block out the sensations that were beginning to creep through her body.

“No, you look at me.” he demanded, but she hesitated for a moment before finally opening her eyes and looking at him. He wanted to see her reaction play across her features; he wanted to watch her squirm as he openly fondled her.  He leaned in to lightly kiss her lips before he pulled back to watch her as he toyed with her hardening nipple. “If you keep squirming on me like that, I’ll take it as an invitation.” he finished as he slid his hand down her belly to slip inside of her panties. He slid his large finger over her sex, sliding it in between the folds of flesh and making her whole body jerk. She tried to close her eyes again but he would not allow it.

“You have to stop.” she felt her legs begin to twitch uncontrollably.

“You better look at me.” he lightly pinched her sex making her gasp as her eyes flew open. His fingers made immediate amends to her sensitive flesh as he began to caress her almost lovingly. He continued exploring her womanhood before he slid the tip of his finger into her opening. She pulled back and started to squirm as he began to push his finger inside of her…