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Darius only meant to kiss her, to show her who was in control, but her reaction was mind-blowing and suddenly her idea of sex on the desk was one which held a great deal of appeal to him. Flipping her around he moved her to the wooden surface, Sara with him every step of the way as she pushed his jacket from his shoulders. He let it fall to the ground, his hands moving to cup her buttocks, lifting her onto the edge of the shining desk, both almost frantic in their need for the other.
“Sir, Miss Woods is here” The voice over the intercom pushed its way through to both of their befuddled minds, both freezing instantly, Darius in frustration and Sara in mortified disbelief. Reaching over her, his head against her cheek he flipped the switch, his voice husky, “Please ask her to wait for one moment”, before he pulled himself up, retrieving his jacket and pulling it back on. Standing with his back to her for a few moments, he seemed to pull himself together before turning once more to face the bemused and stunned Sara.
“Well that answers that then”, his eyes still filled with the smouldering heat which passed between them. She was only able to stare back at him, not even aware of what the question had been, but instinctively knowing that to ask would be dangerous. Her hair mussed and lips larger and redder than before, she slid from the desk on legs which shook, her eyes avoiding meeting his as she tried to fix her hair with hands that trembled.
“I...I will need to go home and pick up my clothes” she finally managed, her voice higher than normal as she fought to bring her tattered emotions under control. His laugh saw her frown, her eyes finally flying to his. “I don’t think so. If what you are wearing is your ‘normal’ choice then you need a new wardrobe. I am very particular about whom I am seen with Sara...and you need a makeover” She felt herself flush as he spoke, anger replacing the fire in her eyes.
“Well unfortunately I am a little short of funds right now Darius...so like I said before...deal with it” The twitching of his lips at her defiance only made her madder as he moved back over to the intercom. “I would of course not expect you to pay, so I have engaged a consultant to work with you today – I expected that she would be required to tweak your wardrobe...but it looks like she will have her work cut out. She will ensure that you look good and have the right clothes. She has a list of everything that you will need...the priority being a suitable cocktail dress”
His mocking look took in the anger within her. “Tonight we have a gala...I am sure that you will meet lots of your family’s friends. So I will expect you dressed and looking the part by nine o’clock” With that he flipped the intercom switch informing his secretary to send in Miss Woods.
The day had been hectic with Sara being shunted along to a designer boutique, where she tried on expensive dresses, one after another, each more beautiful than the last, along with the suitable underwear for each. Rachel Woods, a plump but kindly woman in her late twenties nodded or shook her head as each outfit was modelled, before choosing the final dress for that evening. Sara liked the woman, chatty and friendly, her vivacious nature and sense of humour making the whole ordeal bearable for her. After the whirlwind shopping trip she was whisked away to a salon - Darius’ parting words still ringing painfully in her ears as he lifted a strand of her long hair telling Rachel to “do something with it”, the tone of his voice making her wish the ground would swallow her whole. Rachel however, was so kind, telling her how lucky she was to have such a figure and bone structure and that she knew just the right people to make her shine.
Looking in the mirror after her hair was cut and dried; Sara had to admit that she did indeed look amazing. Her long straight hair had been layered and styled to fall better around her face. The stylist gave her bangs for the first time in her life, the effect showing off her fine features and highlighting her large eyes, while stopping it from falling over her face. With a wide smile, she nodded as Rachel enthused as to how good she looked, asking if she too loved it.
Next her fingernails and toenails were shaped and painted, Sara finding that she was enjoying the pampering, not normally something she either had the time or money for. A makeup artist showed her some easy techniques for applying light and more dramatic makeup, before applying her look for that night with information from Rachel with regard to the dress she would be wearing.
At eight o’clock Rachel escorted her back to Darius’ suite, the secretary who was just leaving smiling admiringly at her as she gave her a sealed envelope directing her to a room where she could change for the evening. Ripping the envelope she pulled out the single sheet of paper, holding it in her hand as she moved into the bedroom. Her eyes admired the stunning room, the furnishings of the highest quality and the drapes and linens in creams and gold’s. Reading the note she scowled seeing the small list of instructions he had written:
Meet me in the sitting area at 9 prompt
DO NOT BE LATE
Gritting her teeth, she crumpled up the note, cursing him under her breath. Moving to the en-suite bathroom she stepped under the shower, careful not to mess up her make-up or hair, enjoying the pummeling of the power shower as it brought life back to her tired body, sighing at how exhausting shopping could be.
She decided to wear her hair up again, using some of the clips that Rachel bought specially for the outfit to secure it high on her head in a playful knot, the effect stunning and chic, Sara impressed with her own efforts. Next she put on the silken lingerie also bought for the dress, giving a soft moan at how sensual the material felt against her skin. She was not used to wearing such luxurious lingerie, the bra pulling her cleavage together, her eyes opening wide at the way she looked in the skimpy outfit, surprised at how sexy the soft material made her feel.
With ten minutes left she pulled on the dress, a soft blue almost silver outfit with a fitted bodice and love-heart neckline, her figure shown so well as the skirt softly flared out. Pulling on the delicate open-toed sandals and grabbing the matching bag and wrap she moved from the room with only seconds to spare. Darius was waiting for her, his head turned as she moved quickly towards him, his eyes staring at the woman before him, a slow smile spreading over his face. “So much better than the Sara that walked in here this morning”, moving closer and prowling around her as she stood still for his perusal, taking in everything about her change.
“Love the hair” Pleasure filled Sara at his praise, though she gave him a scornful look, not prepared to show the way his approval filled her with a strange happiness, chastising herself for her own reaction, her voice more caustic than she meant. “Well you did tell Rachel to do something with ‘this’”, her finger flicking her bangs as he gave a humorous smile. “And I am very glad to see that you are taking the obedience rule to heart”, laughing as she threw him a shrivelling look. With that they moved from the suite, a limousine meeting them at the entrance to the hotel whisking them quickly away.
The car did not have far to travel, the event a launch of a new movie, Sara staring in open-eyed surprise at the many stars all walking the red carpet. As they took their turn to enter the hall, many of the paparazzi snapped pictures of the two of them, Darius pulling her in closer, stamping his ownership of her for all to clearly see. After the screen showing, all of the guests moved into the large hall where food and drinks were served by waiters who moved around the crowd taking and dispensing orders. Sara felt out of her depth, so nervous of the many famous faces she was meeting, Darius seeming completely relaxed and unfazed by the prestigious crowd. With a small half-sigh she realised that he would be. He was after all, one of them.
As the two mingled around the different groups, he took great pleasure in introducing her as his companion for his time in the city, the implied relationship making some cough with disapproval, Sara gritting her teeth not to rise to his words. Finally however he leant in to whisper gently in her ear. Time to go...I don’t want either of us being too tired for the main event of the evening”
Sara almost dropped her glass with the reminder of what was to come, realising that she hoped he would be too tired to really do anything, his words dashing that hope as the two of them once more made their way back to their car. In the luxurious interior of the limousine he sat back, ignoring Sara who slid over to the opposite side of the car, staring unseeingly out of the window, her nerves now making her stomach tense into a clenched ball.
Closing her eyes she knew that despite the fact they had made a deal, part of her still hoped for something - anything - to intervene and free her from her promise. Still with nothing spoken between the two they again moved back up the elevator to the penthouse, Darius letting them both in.
Standing so unsure what to do next, his voice made her start, his tone soft. “Go to the spare room and put on the clothes that have been left there for you” Sara stared at him. “C...clothes?” her voice confused as he pointed to the room at the other end of the suite. “When you are ready join me in my bedroom”
Sara hated the way his voice remained so calm, so in control, while every part of her shook, her steps faltering as she made her way to the room indicated. Inside she dropped onto the bed, her body shaking knowing that it was finally payback time. Taking a deep breath, steadying herself she looked at what lay beside her. The lingerie was exquisite, made of the finest silk. Black and partially see-through, she lifted it allowing the material to slip sensually through her fingers before letting it fall back onto the bed. Swallowing nervously she removed her dress, taking her time to hang it up, a delay tactic she knew, as her eyes kept returning to the lingerie on the bed - an outfit for seduction.
