Mr Casey's case was as prepared as it was ever going to be. She'd been over every last detail as many times as she could manage without throwing her papers in the air and curling up into a ball. She was quite sure she'd written Christian's name in places where her mind have ventured elsewhere but she did not have the mind to hunt them down and expel them from her notes. She was having trouble sorting out in her head whether or not she minded that her reputation was at risk due to Christian's distraction. She knew she could happily just disappear into him if the need ever came for her to leave but she wasn't sure she could live with herself relying completely on someone else

But that wasn't a worry she needed to pay attention to just yet. She was confident she would be able to get Mr Casey a reasonable arrangement in court. She pushed her papers away from her, not bothering to put them in any sort of order, they were of no use to her any more, a thought that brought much relief to join her nervousness. The court session began in twelve hours, a thought that made her nervous and excited at the same time. The elevator ride to the ground floor was dull without Christian, she noticed nearly everything she did was dull without Christian. It was perfect timing for her workday to come to a close and her playtime to begin.

She opened the passenger door and fell into his lap. "Whaa-" She began, but the words in her throat were replaced by him. Once again, thank god I finish work when no one is around, she thought, not protesting him in the slightest.

She quite enjoyed being on top of him, his lower body forming a firm platform for her body to rest perfectly. His torso restrained by the seatbelt he was sort of unnecessarily wearing. She pulled on it, letting it slap back against his chest with a crack. He moaned and pulled her roughly to him by the waist, the top of her plaited head brushing the roof as she moved. She had to stop herself from biting into him, she almost couldn't contain her desire but she soon gave in and clamped her perfect teeth around the skin over his shoulder. He hummed and she sucked a little and let go, admiring the perfect circle of red skin that her mouth revealed on him. His shirt collar slid back up to cover it, she sighed and sat backwards, watching his eyes.

"I didn't feel like driving today." He said, holding the keys out to her with his little finger.

"Oh, I get to jump behind the wheel of the environment-mobile do I?" She laughed, taking the keys and swinging herself off of him, into the driver's seat.

The engine leaped into life with the faintest of putters before returning to silence. The emptiness left by the lack of engine noise was replaced by the sound of rain on the rood and his periodic moans and fast breathing. Today, watching her drive his car brought him so much pleasure he couldn't bear to look away from her. Thighs tensing and relaxing as she pressed the pedals. Muscular forearms twisting and turning with the steering wheel. Seatbelt holding back her monstrous desire. He could see her eyes thoughtfully following the raindrops as they slid and merged and parted across the windscreen. Neither of them could wait until they got to her house to release all that tension.

"Give it to me!" She yelled. "I'm so fucking wet give it to me now!"

She could scream all she wanted, he was keeping the umbrella. It wasn't far to her house from the car anyway. They rain meant her no harm. Her white blouse appeared to have disintegrated in the downpour. He liked this very much. Her black lace underwear seemed like a rather impractical decision for an outfit that involved only white on her top half.

Her kitchen was toasty warm compared to the rain outside but they didn't feel it necessary to remain in their soaking wet clothes. The slop as they hit the floor was a little undesirable but the puddle of water they emitted made for an entertaining test of balance as their feet lost all grip on the tiled floor. They grabbed each other more tightly to try and counteract this misbalance. Their hot skin danced together, the friction between them building up a more than comfortable temperature.

Christian pried himself from her body. "I have something for you." He said, somewhat mysteriously. He reached into her satchel, which he had thrown on the floor in his hurry to be inside her, and pulled out something long and black. It was the riding crop. He pressed it into her hand, his face contorting with the pent up desire inside him. "I want you to use it tonight."

Her hear began to beat faster. This power he was giving her tonight, he was reversing their usual roles. Her body was so excited by this newness that she realized she was trembling. Then she snapped out of it. The riding crop made the most perfect, pleasurable crack either of them could conceive. He bucked and writhed beneath the weight of her thighs, which clamped him to the ground. Her body was filled with so much adrenaline that she almost didn't realize how hard she was hitting him. But he didn't appear to mind. In fact, the harder she hit him, the more he moaned and fought to turn to her and take her onto him instead of wasting her on his back. His hands began to explore despite his face being pressed to the floor. She snapped the riding crop down against them, forcing them to crawl, scalded, back to his sides where she watched them tense and relax over and over again.

His fingers where numb by the time she was through with him. The tingling sensation that raced about his lower body was about all he was conscious of. She had rolled to the floor beside him, panting. He watched her bare chest rise and fall, almost without actually seeing her. His mind was so blurred by the intense pleasure of the last hour that he could barely remember how to breathe himself. He had not expected to get so much arousal from her dominating him. But he couldn't say he was disappointed.

"So, what were you thinking for dinner?"