Well lay back and relax while I put away the dishes on a bed of nails she makes me wait,

Then you and I can rock- a- bye, and I wait without you,

You can ring my bell, ring my bell. With or without you,

Through the storm we reach the shore.

"Are you sure you don't need any help?" Dwight called from the living room; he was lounging on the couch with two of Angela's cats. Angela smiled as she rinsed one of the plates that was used, "I'm fine, it's only washing, rinsing and putting away dishes." Dwight smiled at Angela's words, he didn't mind when she was in charge. Consequently it all came down to him in the end, he was the male. As Dwight waited he could hear Angela humming from the kitchen, he began to feel a tingly sensation in his body. The two cats that were lying by him quickly got up and jumped off the couch. Angela turned the faucet off as she began to towel dry the wet appliances, cutlery, and dishes. "Is there anything you want?" Dwight called, he felt bad sitting unoccupied and with nothing to do. "You can go wait for me in the room…I'll be there in a few minutes," Angela replied, Dwight noticed the change in her voice whenever Angela talked about making out or sex, her voice always had a seductive and slurred tone to it. Dwight was instantly turned on as he got off the couch and headed to Angela's bedroom. The first thing Dwight noticed was the bed; it was no longer a single. Angela had decided to get rid of the single and buy a double. Dwight also noticed the sheets and the blankets on the bed, red and black. The bed screamed lust and passion, Dwight was finding it hard to control his urges. He walked over to the bed and sat down; the bed wasn't broken in yet. That would be no problem, especially what Angela had in plan for that night. That happened to be one of the rules they came up with, each time they would be intimate they would switch between the two of them, and how they wanted the night to unfold. Angela always had new and exciting ways; Dwight stuck to the normal, traditional way of making love. Dwight waited patiently on Angela's bed; it started to get warm in the room. Dwight decided to strip down to his underwear; his clothes lay in a heap next to the bed. After what seemed like a lifetime, Angela strolled into the room. She didn't notice Dwight, instead she went straight to the closet and dug out a bag, she left the room with it. Dwight was instantly confused, why did Angela leave? "Angela…Monkey are you coming back?" Dwight called; he could feel the excitement building up in his body. Moments later, Dwight heard heels clicking closer to the door. When the clicking stopped, Dwight was sitting up on the bed with his mouth hung open. Angela had entered the room wearing a black corset, black knee high boots and fish net tights. Dwight noticed how the corset hugged her petite frame; her breasts were being pushed up and out. Angela let her hair down, a devilish smile drifted across her face. "Are you ready to try something new, something…kinky?" Angela asked in a whisper, she couldn't believe she was doing this. Dwight couldn't form or think of words, just sexual actions and phrases. "Take me tonight," Angela yelled as she closed the bedroom door. To Dwight, kinky sounded out of the norm. But Dwight oddly enough, couldn't help to stay away from the torture and the discipline that kinkiness brought to the plate. He knew Angela would deliver, she didn't even have to try to be strict and harsh, it was in her nature.

Dwight couldn't feel his arms or his legs; this is probably how a trapped animal feels. Angela had striped Dwight, even though he only had his underwear on when she came in. He was now completely exposed and bound to the bed, his wrists handcuffed and his ankles tied. He had been like this for almost an hour; he could feel the stretch in his bones. Angela was trying everything on him, things she never even thought was possible. Things that most definitely went against her religion. Her hands moved feverishly over and on every part of Dwight's body, she could feel him cringe under her delicate touch. She had done some research the day before, different ways to spice up you and your partners sex life. It's not like Angela felt their sex life was boring or in danger, it never was but she just wanted to try something way out of her comfort zone. Being in this relationship with Dwight made space for her to grow. "Monkey…" Dwight whispered, he felt like he was about to burst at any second. "Scream my name, I want you to scream," Angela replied, her voice got louder with every word. Angela moved on top of Dwight, his erection pressing hard on the inside of her thigh. "Monkey!" Dwight yelled, he grabbed hold of Angela's wait and pushed her down inside of him. Angela screamed she couldn't feel anything; it was if every nerve in her body had exploded. They started off slow, small and delicate pumps. Dwight kept a firm grip on Angela, even though he knew she could handle rough play he was still wary especially due to her small stature. Angela could take a lot in, but she was small and delicate. As soon as Angela leaned forward to let Dwight kiss her, Dwight bucked as hard as he could. "Oh D!" Angela screamed, her eyes slamming shut, her head thrown back. Dwight admitted it, they were obviously freaks. If he could see himself at this moment he would instantly believe that he and Angela were insane. They continued to pump harder and deeper, each screaming out one another's name. Angela couldn't take it anymore, she felt like her insides were going to collapse. "Dwight stop, I…I can't," Angela moaned, sweat and tears trickled down her face. Dwight slowly brought them to a stop, Angela collapsed onto Dwight's chest. Dwight tried to catch his breath, he breathed hard in through his mouth. Angela was shaking, never had they gone that far. Dwight brought his hand over to Angela's head, stroking her soft yet wet hair. They laid in bed like that for what it seemed like hours, listening to each other's breathing. Angela was able to also hear Dwight's heart, it was beating like thunder. "You're heart…it's beating so fast," Angela whispered, her voice slightly hoarse from screaming. Dwight smiled, "It only beats this fast when I'm with you."

Angela stepped out of the shower, quickly reaching out for her towel. She dried off as much water as she could, after she dried herself she wrapped the towel around herself. She moved away from the shower and over to the sink, she gazed into the foggy mirror. She still looked like the same anal, bitchy Christian office worker that everyone knew her as. Deep down inside of her she felt like a different person than the mirror image of herself. Did Dwight feel that way? Did he feel different inside like she did? Angela tried to smile as she watched her reflection in the mirror, she just couldn't do it. Angela was confused, why did she act different at work and not like the loving, free spirited person that she was at home? These questions fogged up her mind just like the foggy mirror in front of her. Angela picked up her comb that was next to the sink and began to comb her hair; the same hair Dwight said it made her look angelic. Was she acting angelic and God like anymore? She slammed her hairbrush down onto the counter and sighed. Why was she thinking this way? There was nothing holding her back anymore. Angela removed the towel that was wrapped around her body; she let it fall to the floor. She looked herself over, something she hadn't done since she was fifteen years old. She used to point out every single flaw and detail on her body that made her unhappy and insecure but Dwight had helped her to understand that it wasn't important. That she was beautiful just the way she was. There is was again, Dwight sneaking his way into her mind, her soul. Was this how it was going to be from now on? Did she really want to share her entire being with Dwight Schrute? Of course she did and there was no way of denying it. Angela decided to put her hair up with a clip; she grabbed hold of her hair and put it up, clipping it in place. She began to study her face, her hazel eyes and her naturally pink lips. The same lips Dwight loved to feed his lust on. She smacked the countertop with her hand; maybe she didn't want Dwight to be the one watching over her being every minute of every living moment. She trusted him but she needed to make her own opinions about herself. Angela started to wonder if Dwight was feeling to same way as she. Did he feel consumed over her word? And if he was, did the option of coming to peace with it flock his mind Angela began to get dressed; standing in front of the mirror wasn't helping her at all. Angela unlocked the bathroom door and walked out, trying her best not to make any loud noises. It was three in the morning on a Thursday, a work day for both her and Dwight. Work didn't start until eight; Angela liked waking up and leaving at seven. She walked over to the kitchen and put the kettle on; some of her cats were curled up and asleep all over the place. While Angela waited for the water to warm up, she stared blindly out the kitchen window. Since she lived in an apartment, she saw Scranton as a layout, a whole. As she continued to stand there and enjoy the view, tears began to form in her eyes. Never had she thought that while looking out a window the only thought that would form in her mind was, "What would my life be like without Dwight?"