Aubrey's Playground

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Aubrey stood off to the side of a blind spot he watched Lori as she sat waiting for him, he had arrived at the building at 9:20 wanting to see how well she truly followed direction, wanting to know how committed to a certain lifestyle she really was. At 9:29 he quietly watched her step her way to the four steps, she looked at her watch and as soon as it turned 9:30 she took a seat. Aubrey's eyes widened, he took a deep breath and shook his head, it was physically taking everything in him to not have his way with her, to not grab her off the step and take her to his office and do everything he had thought of.

She looked over admiring the design of the extremely large building, the colors chosen, the furniture placement. She sat quietly, her phone in her purse not worried about time or if Aubrey texted her further instructions, she wasn't fidgety, nervous, not that he could see, he looked down at his watch, he'd make her wait but not that long. He snuck out the side door and walked around the front entrance, Lori turned to notice the security guard get up from his post to greet Aubrey as he personal entered the building himself, he slid his building key back into his pocket and did a quick chat with the man in uniform, he smiled placing his hand to the man's shoulder then ducked off in Lori's direction. She smiled upon his arrival but did not stand to happily greet him like she always did. Aubrey immediately noticed the difference, a difference in which he did not like, he began to feel conflicted, he began second-guessing their connection.

"I'm still sitting because you did not give me further instructions after your arrival." She said noticing the disappointment in Aubrey's face.

"You're absolutely right." He smirked. "You are such a good girl."

The deepness in his voice, the way he applauded her giving her a positive reaction to something even he missed made her shift positions, a tingle in her lower pelvic assured her that she was wet and or on the verge of being wet, she hadn't been called a 'Good Girl' by such a solid man in years, ever actually. Aubrey stepped closer, placing himself on the second step and held his hand out for her, she stood up and placed hers into his allowing him to guide her down the steps. He walked her over to the elevator and pressed the up arrow, Lori stood several inches away from him, he smirked and shook his head, his legs shoulder-width apart, he grabbed his right wrist with his left hand and stood there as if to be on guard, the elevator doors opened.

"Step on." He directed her. She did as told, turned around and faced him, waiting for him. He took two long strides and was next to her turning around to press the 20th-floor button. "You may touch me." He said with a smile as the doors closed. She returned the playful smile and grabbed his hand interlocking her fingers with his. "I have to admit, the way you follow direction is..." He stopped mid-sentence and tugged at the collar of his dress shirt, he was back to feeling stiff and hard, it was driving him crazy to learn what she liked and didn't like, how he could play with her, what her moans sounded like, how wet she got, if she could squirt or not. "All I can think about is bending you over a table, pulling your pants down to your ankles, and feeling you up, groping you, touching whatever and wherever the fuck I want. But because you do not belong to me I will not handle you as such. Step out." Lori smirked, keeping her eyes forward she took steps forward stepping off the elevator.

The top floor of the building was a staff only restaurant, the fancy dining area was extremely quiet, not even music playing as background noise, the only sound to cut into a possible awkward silence was the sound of personal chefs in the kitchen working about to prepare whatever Aubrey had asked.

"Sit." He said pulling her chair out for her. She sat down placing her small purse on the far right end of the table. "They can make you whatever you want."

"Whatever I want..."

"It's your world."

"Chicken Marsala."
Aubrey raised his eyebrows he nodded seeming impressed with her taste in food for the night.