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Unfinished Business
Kurt pulled into the basement garage and parked near the elevator. It was late on a Friday night; the parking area was empty. "This won't take too long," he told Luisa, sitting next to him. "I do need something from the office, and it cannot wait. I want you to come with me." He got out of the car.
Some days, like today, she just could not figure him out. First he ordered her to wear her old company uniform, as usual without any explanation, and then he dragged her back to the building claiming he had forgotten something, again without any explanation of just exactly what he had left behind. She didn't really want to come along but he hadn't given her a choice. She sighed, shook her head, and waited patiently for him to open her door.
It wasn't like him to forget things. He'd had his briefcase when they had left at quitting time. Anything on the computer he could download at home. She got out when he opened her door, and followed him to the elevator door. While he was in front of her she took advantage of the moment to straighten her skirt. She knew exactly where he expected the line of the skirt to end. He didn't appreciate any deviation.
They rode the car up to the office floor in silence. He kept looking at her with an odd expression, one she couldn't figure out. She ran over her mental checklist to see if she had missed anything, but couldn't come up with an explanation. Besides, he'd be on her right away if she had broken a rule. He may be a perfectionist, but I can match him any day of the week , she told herself proudly. And it was a rare occasion when he caught her now. She knew his rules by heart. If he called her on anything she could quote his orders word for word. She never made the same mistake twice.
When the elevator stopped she followed him into the corridor to their office door. He opened the door for her. Per his instructions she paused, waiting for his nod to enter. That had become a habit; she didn't even have to think about it. He might be polite, holding the door for her, but he was still her master, also giving her permission at the same time.
Kurt left the lights off. "You stay right here," he told her. "I know where it is, in my desk." She still had no idea what it was. She heard him open a desk drawer but couldn't see what he was doing. "There it is," he called out. She heard the drawer close.
He was right, it didn't take long , she thought. But then his specialty is always being right .
When he came out of his office she finally saw what was in his hand. "Turn around," he ordered crisply, "Hands behind your back, you are not permitted to speak. No discussion."
Luisa didn't hesitate, quickly turning around and holding her arms behind her back. She knew exactly what he would do next. She heard the familiar click of the ratchet when he closed the handcuffs on her wrists, the same sound she had heard that night at the restaurant.
He took out into the hall. She waited while he closed the door, and then with his hand wrapped around her upper arm he led her to the elevator. This is almost déjà vu , she thought, surely he doesn't intend to take me back to the dorm again?
She had an anxious moment inside the elevator but relaxed when he punched the garage button. She looked up at his face, searching for some clue as to his state of mind. Was he mad at her? It didn't seem so, but she couldn't be sure.
The car stopped and the door slid open, showing the still empty garage. She started forward, glancing over her shoulder for the nod before she crossed the threshold. What happened took her by complete surprise.
Instead of the nod he grabbed her arm and jerked her backward, to the rear of the elevator car. In rapid succession he hit the Door Close and Hold buttons, stopping the elevator. "We have some unfinished business," he told her, his eyes gleaming.
Before she could react he was on her, one hand pinning her against the wall. His grabbed the top of her blouse with his other hand and yanked down hard, tearing it open. Loose buttons fell to the floor and rolled around. Another jerk and her skirt fell to her feet.
Overwhelmed Luisa started to say something, but not a word escaped. His mouth covered hers with an overpowering kiss. She felt his tongue pass her lips.
Luisa closed her eyes, surrendering to his strength. She felt her bra fall away, followed by her panties sliding down her legs. His hands were everywhere, touching, caressing, demanding. She heard the zipper on his pants open, then the rustle of more clothes on the floor.
His hands were at her waist, lifting her up. She wanted to put her arms around his neck, but for some reason she couldn't. But her legs were free, so she wrapped them around Kurt's hips, holding him tight while her heels pulled him in.
He was kissing her neck, working her way around the collar. She tilted her head back, against the wall, and tried to lean forward, pressing her breasts into him. She kept trying to embrace him, unconsciously struggling against the cuffs. More than once a moan escaped as they rocked back and forth, but she knew, dimly, she shouldn't make a sound. Even that prohibition was forgotten when he came. She shuddered, gasped, and called out, "Master!"
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