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RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - megs - 05-08-2019
Julianna obliged to his pushing her back into the seat, but she was still grinning at him like she had won. She arranged herself more properly in the seat as he pulled the belt across her chest and buckled her into the vehicle. She watched the set of his jaw as he moved, he was careful not to touch her more than necessary as he completed the task. Blue and black. Julianna clicked her tongue at him, thinking him predictable until he grabbed her face. Green eyes widened slightly, and an electric shock seemed to jolt through her. It radiated from the tips of his fingers to the space between her legs. He forced her to look at him, she stared back into stormy grey eyes. The grin she wore softened into something more palatable and there was something like adoration in her own gaze. "Yes, sir." He response was just loud enough to be heard over the humming engine, but still crystal clear. He released her and she settled back into the seat.
The brat was on her best behavior as Owen drove her through the city and back to her his penthouse. She expected him to take her back to the office she had confronted him in, because this all seemed like business. A home office, maybe? That seemed promising. Sign a few papers, get railed. Then maybe he would let her hang out by the pool if she said please.
Julianna got out of the car and walked next to him. She kept her fingers laced behind her back. He hadn't made a move to touch her again, so she did not attempt it either. She was a picture of well-behaved patience in the elevator, but she didn't know what to say to him. Didn't know if she should say anything. She had already gotten what she wanted knew she didn't need to push him anymore. "So...what should I expect to be agreeing to? When I sign the papers?"
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - saronym - 11-18-2019
As the elevator whisked them higher, he placed his hand on the back of her neck. His fingers were long enough to rest on the pulse in her neck. It just stayed there as the elevator bore them to the top floor. His hand was an idle threat or a promise of something to come. “To letting me do whatever I want to do to you that you’re not going to talk to anyone about.” He said this matter of factly as the elevator came to a stop. The doors slid open revealing the impeccable interior of the entry hall to his home.
His hand trailed down her spine to her lower back. A gentle pressure to lead her forward. He walked her through the entry, past the quiet kitchen, and through the living room. Perhaps she would be confused when he led her to his bedroom, but he didn’t explain. Only silently directed her steps with a firm touch. He led her to his closet.
“I’m not dressed to talk business.” He admitted, harkening back to her earlier comments about his tracksuit. He flipped the light switch illuminating the spacious closet. There were several consoles where his clothes hung. Full suits, slacks, an array of button-ups, more casual pieces. A wall of shoes, where each pocket of the shelving unit held one pair and each shelf was individually lit. There was a center island where ties, pocket squares, socks, and cuff links were housed for selection. The entire space was a display of wealth and precision.
Owen moved into the walk-in and turned around to face her. Crossing his arms, he gestured only with one eyebrow that she should get to work.
RE: Whisky Sour [Closed] - megs - 11-18-2019
Julianna had not been fidgeting or anything before his hand made contact with the back of her neck, but she went impossibly still with that one touch. She was the picture of well-behaved now. She stood straight, feet together, looking polite and demure with her hands laced behind her back. It was as if he had issued a command to her without saying anything at all. She was surprisingly well-trained, but it had been a very long time since anyone had bothered to take control of her. She was hopeful about Owen. He needed a little work, but god knows she wasn't fucking perfect either. They were just out of practice, she reasoned with herself as the elevator climbed higher towards his penthouse. They could work it out together.
If it didn't work out that way, at least he was hot and she would probably get a few good lays out of it.
The bartender wasn't bothered by the idea of signing a contract. Entering the type of relationship she was gunning for was a contract in a way. This one was just on paper and kept her from blabbing about their time together. She had no intention of ever doing that, so there was no issue.
Owen's hand tracing down her spine felt better than it had any right to, and she liked the insistent pressure at the small of her back directing her forward.
Julianna was surprised when her lead her to his bedroom, instead of his office. The space, though familiar, wasn't any cozier than it was the last time she had been in it. She pushed the memory of having been all but abandoned in his bed out of her mind.
She remained outside of the grand closet while he positioned himself more inside of it. She cocked her head, almost missing his meaning. Her mouth formed an understanding o-shape of surprised, before her face lit up with excitement. He wanted her to dress him. She could certainly do that, and would be thrilled to. Julianna practically skipped into the closet because she didn't feel the need to hide how pleased she was from him. It wouldn't do either of them any good for her to not be honest about her likes or dislikes.
She took one, investigative lap around the closest for a quick assessment of what her options were. They seemed endless, but she didn't waste time.
Julianna was more than happy to relieve him of the designer tracksuit and sneakers. Despite not being her favorite outfit for him, she handled the items carefully more than aware of their value. The sight of his toned body in nothing but boxer-briefs made her forget her desire to dress him up, for a moment, but she dutifully set forth on the task.
For whatever reason, she wanted to see him in black that day. Perhaps, it was because he was being particularly stern with her and she knew it would make his grey eyes look like ice. She took her time dressing him up in black sacks and silky black dress shirt. She zipped and buttoned everything with quick and care efficiency. In the moment, Julianna was eternally grateful for Hopscotch for giving her a reason to learn how to tie ties and bowties. Her Windsor knot looked lovely in the matte black tie she had chosen with a subtle geometric pattern. He usually wore a vest when she saw him so she chose one. Also black, and it worked so well. The monochromia wasn't at all overbearing or unappealing.
Owen even let her choose cufflinks and a tie clip. He let her put on his belt and tie his shoes and by the end of it he looked amazing and she was downright vibrating with excitement.
Julianna stepped back to admire him. The implication that she was finished, was in the way she locked her fingers behind her back again. Like she had in the elevator. "What do you think?" She looked all for the world like a pet vying for approval.
"Now, I am underdressed, though."