Lime at the end. Enjoy!

The Long Rehab

"Hello, Bliss."

"Did you tell Sandra DeLain about our… time together last night," Wanda asked, mortified.

"What do you think?" He came into the room, watching the agitated woman wear a hole into her expensive floor. "Bliss, what makes you think I would ever betray your trust that way? I told them the truth; I slept on the couch because it was too late to go home and you went to bed upstairs."

"But-"

"Bliss. I only told them the truth. You're a good girl. Good girls don't invite men into their beds before marriage. Trust me, love." He came to stand in front of her, stopping her pacing. "Everything is going to be okay."

Wanda stopped her frantic pacing, breathing deeply to calm herself. "I'm sorry… I just… Everyone is talking about some huge statement you made to Sandra DeLain. It's bad enough my life is a public spectacle. I don't need some nosy harpy calling me up trying to improve her ratings."

"No, you don't. And I told her that. You want to go to the roof and eat?"

"I can't," she said regretfully. "I've been behind all day because of our date. I barely got through the morning complaints and the chaos caused by my absence yesterday. I just gotta… ooh…" she ground to a halt as he massaged her shoulders. He didn't say a word, just continued his work, watching her relax under his hands. Tyr led his woman to her desk, massaging her shoulders to hear her moans of pleasure. He wondered what else would cause her to moan like that. The memory of one thing had a certain organ sitting up with interest. Focusing on his woman and her pleasure, he pushed the pleasant thought aside and moved down her back, letting his strong fingers knead the stress out of her muscles. He took his time with her, knowing from experience just how good it felt to have hard knots worked out of his back. What the woman needed was a professional total body massage. But who would she trust with such a thing?

"Your fingers are magic," she moaned, laying her head on the desk as a sign of surrender. He rewarded her by not stopping.

"You should have a professional work on you, Bliss. Your muscles are so tight," he said as he worked on a particularly hard knot in her back. She murmured something unintelligible and sighed as the knot loosened at last. She was putty in his hands as he continued, humming and sighing as he worked her over. Ten minutes to one, he finally ended her massage. She lay bonelessly on her desk, breathing deeply and half-asleep.

"I'm all done, Bliss. Now you're ready for your afternoon meetings." When she didn't move, he smirked and shook her shoulder. "Have you had your soylent yet?" She made a non-committal noise and he chuckled, working to wake her up. "Mrs. Grady is coming."

Her head snapped up sluggishly, looking around for her secretary.

"Sorry, baby. But you have to wake up now. The afternoon is about to start and you need to be awake for it. Here, drink up," he said, bringing her the soylent he found in her mini-fridge. She sat up fully at that, gulping down her liquid lunch. She looked more awake after that, blinking and rolling her shoulders to wake up. By the time Mrs. Grady showed up to rouse her for her afternoon meetings, the two were giggling like idiots over something or other, her desk ready for the day again. She looked over her latest proposal with satisfaction. He was towering over her, leaning against her desk as he talked. She laughed along with his words, thinking only just how attractive her man was. His muscles were rippling with even the slightest movement. His suit was obviously tailor made, nothing else could contain him. He looked like the picture of barely-leashed masculinity in this office setting. God, what a man she'd netted. And he was completely dedicated to her happiness!

"You're too hot for your own good," she announced breathlessly.

"Thank you," he shrugged. "We can work out together sometime if you'd like."

"I'm usually working out at four in the morning. I don't think you'd want to join me."

"You'd be-"

"Alright, children. It's time for Luwanda's first appointment of the afternoon. And Tyr, don't you have work to do downstairs? You can gossip after work."

"Yes, Mrs. Grady." they both said. "Jinks," they giggled at each other. "You owe me a…"

"...Coke…" Tyr grinned

"...Hug…" she finished the spell. The two looked at each other and Tyr grinned.

"You know, I think I like your version of the game better." She blushed prettily at that, looking back down at her papers. He stopped her nervous shuffling with a hand over hers. He was leaning in for a kiss and a hug when Mr. Merchant walked in the door to check in with Mrs. Grady.

"You got lucky, Bliss," he teased. "I'll see you after work."

She nodded wordlessly, staring into his eyes. He backed away and left, noting to himself that she needed more flowers in her office.

"Ms. Jenkins?" Mr. Merchant said to get her attention from where she was staring after Tyr.

"Oh! Yes, Mr. Merchant. You wanted to talk about Mrs. Long's behavior as of late." The man started describing his coworker's erratic behavior, citing that he felt she might be on drugs. Wanda listened half-heartedly this being the third such complaint against the woman by three different people. Despite what people thought, she did not stick her nose into other people's business lightly. But if this continued, she would have to intervene. Her reputation for dropping the ax was usually enough to scare people into rehab.

"Thank you, Mr. Merchant, for voicing your concerns here today."

"I'm not a tattletale or anything," he backpedaled suddenly. "But her lack of productivity is affecting our department. I won't have her bringing the rest of us down with her."

"Indeed. I will address this matter in the appropriate manner. Did you speak to your direct supervisor about this matter before bringing it to my attention?"

"Ah… no. Lexi is such a pushover and I knew that your word on the matter would -"

"I put Mrs. Parks in a position of authority for a reason. She has my confidence. If there is a problem with one of the workers and she found it too much to handle, I would expect to hear about it from her. Are you sure that she is aware of the problem?"

"Probably not. She spends most of her time fooling around with that Bayer boy over in marketing. He's only half her age, she ought to be ashamed of herself."

"I will speak to all parties involved at length. Thank you for your input, Mr. Merchant. Mrs. Grady will see you out."

"Wait. You're going to fire them both, right?" he asked eagerly.

"This is not a safe way to indulge personal grudges, Mr. Merchant. The appropriate actions will be taken."

"Hmph! I know what that means. A slap on the wrist. You know, I liked you better before you had a boyfriend. That Anasazi boy has turned your head around and left you-"

"Mr. Merchant, you will keep your opinions to yourself or you will find out how not turned around my head is. Good day, sir." The man stomped out of the office but with a frisson of fear in his step. For a moment, he'd forgotten who he was addressing. Should he play his cards wrong, he could end up fired instead of the others. Seems the woman hadn't lost her edge as much as some seemed to think. He'd better let Mr. Butcher of the Board know.

Meanwhile, Wanda was fuming at the spy, but refusing to let it show. She knew that the man who'd just left her office was in James Butcher's pocket. His reasons for being there today were two-fold. Seems the Board was planning another move. She'd have to be careful with her actions in the future. In the meantime, she called in her next appointment, making a note to meet with Ms. Parks and then Mrs. Long in the next week. If Ms. Parks was too busy chasing tail to do her job, then she would be removed from said job. And the payroll department wouldn't be happy about shelling out for another rehab case, but they'd just have to deal with it. That is if Mrs. Long was willing. If not, well… she would not employ an intoxicated worker. The hiring department would have to post either a temporary or permanent position in the papers.

"Mrs. Grady. Please send in my next appointment. And make arrangements for a meeting with my vice-president over at Jenkins, Inc. as soon as possible, please."

Mrs. Grady, used to this type of request, sighed. The woman rode the vice-president of Jenkins, Inc. hard to ensure that the company was up to her standards. "Of course, Ms. Jenkins." She waved in the next appointment as she called the other company to make the necessary arrangements. She knew what her boss wanted by now. The two secretaries chatted as they made the meeting. Joshua Langdan was more than equal to the task by now. Hanging up and plugging the meeting into the young CEO's schedule, Mrs. Grady called to tell her the news. It was only Ms. Lantus with her weekly gossip report about the company anyway.

"Ms. Jenkins?"

"Yes, Mrs. Grady?"

"Your meeting is set for tomorrow at 10 am."

"Thank you, Mrs. Grady." The girl listened to Mrs. Lantus prattle on for another half-hour. The older woman had learned to be precise in her reporting to keep from being cut off in her weekly report. This was mostly for the cops anyway, not that she realized that. The bugs in the office would deliver the information and whoever was listening would determine if it was time to remind the companies once again who was in charge. It sounded like a number of small problems were cropping up, but nothing major like the prostitution ring that had been running out of the shipping department last year. She should probably expect the police to sweep the place soon. Even she didn't know when the sweeps were going to happen despite public opinion. Maybe she wouldn't have to worry about Mrs. Long after all. But just in case…

"Thank you for your diligence, Mrs. Lantus. I look forward to hearing your insights on the company next week."

"Now, if you want some insights, we should talk about that man of yours. He's turned so docile since he returned from the dead, don't you know? Perhaps you should-"

"Thank you, Mrs. Lantus. Have a good day. Mrs. Grady, please show Mrs. Lantus out. I see that my next appointment is in. This way, Mr. Ahmed," she said in Arabic.

"I appreciate that you have my language, Ms. Jenkins. But is okay. I speak English."

"As you like. How may I help you today?" What followed was another spiel against Mrs. Long and Ms Parks, in mangled English and impeccable Arabic. Wanda kept the conversation going, wanting to gather as much information as possible from this unbiased source. It would appear that the Parks/Long situation needed more immediate attention than she thought.

"Again, I thank you for your candidness, Mr Ahmed."

"Anytime, Ms. Jenkins. My English, improving, yes?"

"Yes," Wanda said honestly. "But as I said, I appreciate any opportunity to practice my Arabic. Have a good day."

"You as well," the man said, returning to his cubicle now that the meeting was over.

"Mrs. Grady. Please contact Ms. Parks. It seems we need to have a talk immediately. And reschedule my… two and two-thirty appointments. Mrs. Long needs to be present as well.

"Of course, Ms. Jenkins. I'll set it up right away."

... ...

"Ms. Jenkins, Ms Parks and Mrs. Long are here to see you."

"Ladies, please come in. There is a situation that needs your immediate attention." Both women looked nervous but came in just the same.

"I'm sorry to do things this way, but there is the issue of your sobriety on the job, Mrs. Long, and your obliviousness to the fact, Ms. Parks. Several complaints about your recent… erratic behavior on and off the job have been made. Given the state of your pupils… if I were to have the police give you a sobriety test right now, you would not pass, which leads us to a problem. We have very strict rules about drugs on the job as you very well know, Mrs. Long. Your cousin was let go from this organization for that very same reason. Now is the time to choose, Mrs. Long. Our company has a partnership with a rehabilitation facility named Heartland. Your sister eventually cleaned up there. You can-"

"How dare you! How dare you sit in judgment of me, you little whelp!" The woman stood up in outrage, clearly intoxicated. "You think you can sit there-"

"Yes, I can. You can lose your job right here, right now. Or you can check into rehab and sober up. Oh, and in addition to losing your job, you will be charged with public intoxication and the police will be called. You will be held by security until they arrive and be taken prisoner immediately."

"So, I either go to rehab or go to jail. You cold-hearted bitch!"

"Be that as it may, those were your options when you joined this organization. My company will not be a place of corruption. No exceptions."

"I would rather rot in jail than-"

"Choose your words carefully, Mrs. Long. You will not be able to take them back. This is a crossroads. Think carefully about what you say next, madam." The two stared each other down, Wanda with infinite patience that - even in her heightened state - the older woman could tell was pronouncement. She had a choice to make. With the extra time the CEO had bought her, she settled down enough to make the better choice.

"I will… Accept your offer of rehab," she said in defeat, furious and humiliated.

"Wise choice," Wanda said. "Arrangements are to be made to take you straight from here to the rehab. You will be held by security until those arrangements are made. You will go straight from here to the facility." Security arrived right then as if on cue. "You can go now, Mrs. Long."

Once the woman was gone, Wanda turned to the woman's boss. "How is it that Mrs. Long was able to come into your workplace daily for weeks intoxicated and you were not the first one to inform me of her condition?"

"I… I just…"

"As the head of your department, you have a sacred trust. You are to be my eyes and ears in the company. It seems that no one trusts you to be that for me. They consider you too involved in your relationship to notice vital details. Because you have lost your team's trust, you have lost mine. You are hereby demoted. Your position will be posted and interviews will-"

"You can't fire me for not seeing that she was on drugs!"

"You're not fired, Ms. Parks. You are now a regular member of your team. I will find someone that the team can trust to lead it."

"But that's worse, don't you see?" she pleaded. "You know how it is when you have a new man. I'll be better from now on, I promise."

"My relationship does not prevent me from doing my job, Ms. Parks. There's no excuse for the lack of good faith you have engendered in those that were to be your responsibility. My decision is final."

Cindy looked her over. Seeing no understanding or compassion in her eyes, she growled, "you really are a heartless bitch, you know that?"

"Watch your tone, Ms. Parks. I am still your boss. Unless you're quitting?"

"No… No, I wouldn't give you the satisfaction of quitting. I'll just-"

"Very well, Ms. Parks. You may return to your post. I will inform your team when their new head of department is available. Good day." Cindy glared at the woman to no avail.

"Mrs. Grady, please inform payroll that starting now, Ms. Park is no longer the head of the distribution department and therefore is entitled to only base pay. Also, please inform the hiring department that her job needs to be posted immediately. And I'm ready for my next appointment now."

"You can't just dismiss me like this," Cindy said shrilly. "I've done good work for this company-"

"And that is why you aren't fired. I simply want what is best for the team. You obviously aren't leadership material from all the evidence provided over the last few weeks. There's no shame in that; not everyone is meant to be a leader. Return to work and wait for a leader to emerge."

"I can be a leader," the woman pleaded once more. She tried to grab hold of her lapel to prove her point, but the woman dodged.

"Good day, Ms. Parks," Wanda said in a flat tone, showing her out the door. "Hello, Mr. Sweent. Please come in; Ms. Parks was just leaving."

"You frigid bitch! I hope Tyr breaks your heart! I hope-"

"Leave now or I'll call security. If you cannot control yourself and your temper then you have no place in this organization and you will be fired. Effective immediately. What's it going to be, Ms. Parks?" Again, there was no understanding or empathy in her deep brown eyes. Cindy reined in her temper before it got her fired. Straightening her suit and skirt, she flounced out of the office, thinking herself looking like a queen. Wanda watched her ridiculous display with boredom.

"Apologies, Mr. Sweent. How may I help you today?" The attractive man started outlining the basis of a sexual harassment suit. She listened carefully, taking notes. "This sounds like a pretty serious problem. As you know, we do not tolerate sexual harassment in this company. I will need to investigate this claim fully. I will be discreet, but I need to confirm your claims and ensure that the guilty party is punished appropriately. Thank you for-"

"Wait! You're not going to fire her? Velvet has been harassing me for months now!"

"I don't fire people on a whim. And I would never fire someone on hearsay only. If you wanted faster results, perhaps you shouldn't have waited so long to report this crime. I will investigate because wrongful termination is a crime as well. When I have more information, I will get back to you. Good day, Mr. Sweent."

"I want-"

"I know what you want, but this will have to go through proper channels. There's nothing I can do at this moment to settle the matter. Nothing that will satisfy your need for revenge anyway. Good day, Mr. Sweent." She continued her normal meetings in this vein, making notes and taking the outbursts all in stride. Soon the day was over and there was nothing left but to organize her notes for the day. She set about the task diligently, unwilling to fall behind in her duties to the company. She was not going to end up like Cindy Parks.

"Hey, Bliss."

"Leave me alone, I'm working," she said, applying herself to her work more firmly.

"What's the matter?"

"I just demoted a woman for letting her personal life interfere with her work. I have to be a good example to-"

"Wanda, you live and breathe these companies," Tyr laughed. "There's no chance of you ignoring them for your personal life."

"That used to be the case. I didn't have a personal life before. Now I do so I must be diligent."

"Diligent? Try obsessive," the man said, pulling her away from her keyboard. "You can balance work and leisure with a little bit of practice. What you're doing is obsessing over the minutiae of your business. That's why you hire leaders, Bliss, so that you have time to look at the big picture."

"What big picture?" she asked.

"How about the fact that it's after nine and you're still here?" Wanda looked at the clock to confirm. "It's been a long day. Call your limo and let's get out of here."

"I still have-"

"It'll keep until morning," Tyr said in a soothing voice. "You come in three hours before work anyway. Look, these things-"

"Ms Jenkins, There's a Mr. Long here to see you."

"Have security standing by."

They brought him up."

"Very well. Send him in."

"Like I told your boys, I'm not some wild animal. Security ain't needed."

"They will be relieved to see that at the end of our meeting. Excuse us, Mr. Anasazi. I have-"

"What did you do to my wife?" the man began without preamble. "She didn't come home tonight and I got this message that she was in rehab."

"Then you know the situation. Mrs. Long was found intoxicated at work. The only choices available to her in that situation are jail or rehab. She chose rehab."

"You could have at least let her come home to pack, you frigid bitch! She has a little boy at home and-"

"Rehab does not allow personal possessions in its walls. As for saying goodbye, she's cleaning up, not dead. Refrain from useless monikers, Mr. Long."

"I'll call you what I want, bitch, you locked my wife up! Here's what's going to happen," he said, his posture intimidating. "You're going to call those people up and tell them to release Eli at once. She's going to come to work tomorrow as if nothing happened. You will-"

"I will do no such thing," she said, not intimidated in the least. "Mrs. Long will remain where she is. If I called to have her released early, it would be to a jail cell for public intoxication. She violated her contract with me. I take that personally. She will be allowed back onto this property only after she has completed her program to a doctor's satisfaction." He stepped up to her, attempting to loom and she took a defensive stance. "The decision is final, Mr. Long. I would suggest you go make arrangements for your little boy. The minimum I've ever heard of the program lasting is four months." She grabbed his fist when he aimed it at her, pushing it back at him and pushing him over while he was over-balanced. "Do not try that again, Mr. Long. It changes nothing. Security will see you out as the doors are locked now. Good night."

"You miserable-" He jumped up and attempted to punch her again. She did a spin kick to his face that rammed him into a wall. Security burst in immediately grabbing him before he could retaliate. "You're supposed to be a damn businesswoman! Where'd you learn to fight like that, you-"

"Go home, Mr. Long."

"You ruined my family, bitch."

"Your wife ruined your family. Luckily the damage isn't permanent. Good night, Mr. Long." He had much more to say on the subject, but security manhandled him out of the office.

"You… Where did you learn to fight like that, Bliss?"

"Tae Bo tapes," she said shortly, walking back to her desk. She felt emotionally drained, but she still had work to do.

"Bliss, you just clocked a man in the face after he tried to punch you. Twice. Let's get out of here."

"This is my home."

"No, this is your work, Bliss. It's time to make the distinction. Let's go somewhere else right now. I have someplace special in mind. Let's go." She left her things reluctantly but knew she wouldn't get as much done tonight as she would have if she'd stayed. Besides, Tyr would only continue to bug her.

He drove her to the arboretum. They enjoyed the last rays of sunshine while taking in the beautiful flowers. She smiled at the sight, happy she'd come with him.

"And what brought this on? I'm sure I never mentioned anything about an arboretum to anyone."

"I just want to see my beautiful thing surrounded by beautiful things."

"Smooth," she said a trifle breathlessly, leaning over to sniff some undefined flower. She didn't know the names of the flowers, in truth, she wasn't much interested in flowers. But this was just the distraction she needed from her rotten afternoon. They wandered the grounds for a while, talking about nothing and loving every minute of it. At ten, Tyr offered to take her home. He turned on the radio and the radio jockey on air was taking a familiar caller.

"That uppity b*tch kicked me in the face tonight!"

"Really? What did you do to her?"

"What? I didn't… I wasn't doing anything. She just-"

"Oh come now, I'm not the police. Tell me what happened."

"That-"

"Try it without the profanity, man."

"She sent my woman to rehab today. Didn't even give her a chance to say goodbye to her son. And when I asked her-"

"You attacked first?"

"I… Yes. B*tch made me so mad, I couldn't help wanting to punch her in the face! I'm gonna sue her for all she's worth!"

Sorry to break it to ya," Terry said. "But if you attacked first, you have no case. She was defending herself. In fact, you'll be lucky if she doesn't sue you for attacking her."

"She… she couldn't."

"She could," the radio personality said. "Luckily for you, she's not like that. And congratulations on having the little woman out of your hair for a few months."

"What the hell am I supposed to do with my son for all that time? And we won't be able to make rent without her income."

"That's a tough situation your wife put you in. But it could be worse. She could be in jail. A smart man like you will probably figure something out. Good luck with that. Next caller."

"Wait-" he was cut off.

"What a whiny brat," Wanda said, leaning into her seat more comfortably. "He's lucky all I did was kick him in the face! I could have done much worse."

"I believe it," Tyr confirmed. "You looked like you had a lot more in you."

"I did. I've been working out for years now. It was interesting to put that training to use."

He looked at her from the corner of his eye. "Would you like a quick spar before bed?"

"I… Sure," she said at last.

"Where do you train?"

"I had the entire basement turned into a dojo," she admitted, turning away at his look of admiration. "I didn't want to deal with waiting for equipment and getting stupid looks from people."

"Perfect," he said, thinking of the privacy and what it would afford him after the spar. Right now, though, she looked like she needed to vent a little. It had been a hard day for her. He made it to the house thirty minutes later, parking out front like before. He kissed her awake and followed her into the house. The man was surprised when she immediately started sweeping her place for bugs; even more surprised when she found two, which she destroyed.

"Sorry about that. For some reason, people keep bugging my house. I don't know what they hope to hear. I live alone and I don't talk to myself… often," she admitted with a blush.

"Shall we?" he said, knowing that he had a lustful look on his face. He'd been thinking about the moment when she'd kicked him in the face. At that moment, her mask had slipped and she'd looked so raw... He wondered if he'd get a repeat of that look tonight. Anticipating her loss of control, he removed his tie and jacket. Wanda similarly removed her suit jacket and her shoes. She started circling him, the same as he was doing to her. Seeing an opening, she took a swing at him. He tried to grab her, but she pulled back out of range. He jabbed at her, and she dodged, stepping in to attack. He barely blocked her, aiming at her side now. She dodged with a wriggling motion he found distracting. So it wasn't surprising that she got the first hit in. He backed off, nodding to acknowledge the hit, and focused again.

The two sparred for a half-hour before he couldn't take it anymore and used his speed to grab her and pull her into a kiss. The two wrestled on the floor as he continued his assault. She was barely putting up a fight now. Her harsh breaths were enticing him and he groaned into her mouth, using his tongue to flick her mouth open. He plundered her mouth once it was open, taking what he wanted from her and leaving her with pleasure. She gasped and he licked her tongue. She shyly returned the caress and he groaned again, teaching her to play properly. She moaned and whimpered into his mouth as if she were lost. He pulled back, ignoring her whimper of protest as he looked her over. The girl looked desperate to be kissed again, her blazing brown eyes trained on his mouth.

"Please," she said, bouncing in his arms. He brought his mouth to hers, a part of him surprised that she was being so vulnerable with him. There was a time when he would have given anything to see her like this so he could tape it and humiliate her. Now, he felt humbled that she trusted him this much. He rewarded her by kissing her fully. He held nothing back and was surprised when she came a few minutes later. He smiled at her stricken face and continued his onslaught, feeling pride that he could control her like this. He decided not to test her limits tonight, not when she had a full day on her plate tomorrow. Instead, he tapered off the kisses, lathing her tongue softly as he finished. She protested again, but he was firm. He sat up, picked her up bridal style, and carried her upstairs. He was stopped on the stairs to the second floor by a keypad.

"What the hell…"

"I… I got sick of them bugging my whole house, so I locked off that part of my house."

He watched her for a while until she blushed and looked away, putting in the code and her handprint to open the door. She squirmed to be put down once the door was open, but he wouldn't let her go. "Tyr, put me down. I need to clean up and go to bed."

"What's the matter with me putting you to bed, Bliss?"

"I… This is my private sanctum," she explained. "This is the one place in my life that I can be myself. It's… it's a mess and it's mine."

"I want to share your whole world, Bliss. A little mess isn't going to scare me away." He continued up the stairs, charmed by the piles of books on the floors. The bathroom was huge, the majority of the floor space taken up by a sunken hot tub. There was a shower head in the center of the room, the lighting was varied. There was a wall light, but the woman seemed to prefer candles, as a number of them were ready to be lit in the space. It was very 'Japanese hot springs' in the room and he could appreciate the aesthetic. He walked by the giant room, looking for the bedroom. It was the only other room in the house, and it was as large as the bathroom. It was indulgent and harem-like in design. There were silken and satiny drapes hanging all over the room. She had mountains of lavish throw pillows all over the place. Her bed was circular and surrounded by curtains the way a four-poster bed would be. He was impressed; he didn't think her tastes ran to the sensual like this.

"I'm impressed, Bliss. I'm going to enjoy taking you again and again in this room," he smiled. "I can think of at least eight positions we can experiment with after we're married. Sixteen positions we could try before the wedding."

"This room wasn't made for you, pervert."

"I can clearly see that. I have to wonder where you got the idea for these renovations." The woman didn't offer up the information, just squirmed again to be put down. When he released her, she ran to the bathroom, not bothering to see if he was following. She brushed her teeth and slammed the door in his face to dress in her pajamas. When she opened the door, he pulled her into a kiss, rubbing himself against her silken pajamas. The wide-leg pants rode up with his activity then slithered down her legs.

"You're a dirty girl, aren't you?"

"I'm not," she protested, backing away from him. She went to pick up her wrinkled suit and was surprised when he pressed himself against her butt. Before she could protest, he started grinding his dick against her. She was helpless, bent over, and being violated by him. "Oh… Tyr…"

"My dirty girl," he said in a fond tone, continuing to grind into her. He stopped when he was hard as steel. "I love your rooms, but your night clothes are the real treat." He pulled her top half up, fondling her breasts. "Come on, it's bedtime."

As he laid her on her bed, he noticed an ornate treasure chest by her bed. Opening it, he saw her toys. He grinned, his penis jumping to attention at the prospect.

"Good night, my brilliant girl," he said, closing the chest and noting that there was a hole built into the box for the cords to pass through. What a clever girl.

"G-goodnight," she muttered, turning onto her stomach to sleep. He took the opportunity to massage her properly through her clothes. He didn't trust himself to undress her right now, but with a silky satin princess under his talented hands…

She was humming like a freight train, halfway to ecstasy by the time he finished his massage. He was tempted to have her turn over to continue his torture, but he needed to sleep for work tomorrow. He kissed her cheek tenderly and left her. Not a word had been spoken during his massage. Making sure the house was locked up tight, he left her to sleep.