<div align="center">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/originals/2e/8b/74/2e8b74a0167adfbf277c735b86f9696e.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><strong>Of Leather and Lace</strong></span></div><div align="center"><sup>by Flickaha (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=36101), TheDoctor46 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=14587) &amp; Nymphadora (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?action=profile;u=46644)</sup></div><br/><hr/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://lady.md/wp-content/uploads/2016/05/wallhaven-235197-1050x595.jpg)</div><br/>The office (http://cdn.luxuo.com/wp-content/uploads/2011/04/One-Hyde-Park-penthouse-468x287.jpg) was a pristine example of wealth. A floor space which occupied a singularly unparalleled view over the city. The crown jewel of Harper-Dasse, the foremost pharmaceutical company in the country. From the ornate, expensive furniture, to the glass walls which looked out to the dizzying distance beyond. Even the floor was opulent. Smooth black marble, the walls bright and white, littered with hand-picked paintings and wonderfully offset with lights. They were dimmed now, the lights from the city leading the focus. It was late, far past business hours. And yet the people inside the office were undeterred.<br/><br/>Late nights were business as usual for the workaholic couple.<br/><br/>Though perhaps their intentions could have been a little more professional, if they tried. The sounds in the office were primal ones. Soft moans, the slap of flesh against flesh. A voyeuristic show for the city below. They were above them all, physically and metaphorically. The two people, utterly engaged with each other, were two of the richest people in the country. And certainly, the most powerful people in the building.<br/><br/>In the daylight hours, this office was designed to intimidate. But now? As long, perfectly manicured fingers gripped the edges of the imported desk tightly, kunckles turning white. The scent of passion permeating the air. Now it was their world. Penelope hadn’t known what he wanted when he’d first strode into her office unannounced. They rarely saw each other at work. But when he’d leaned against her desk, knotted a hand in her dark hair and inclined her head towards him, a familiar predatory grin on his lips. She’d understood. Penny had been lost in her work, she’d lost track of how late it was. Even after all this time she was taken aback by how handsome he was. Nine years of marriage and he still gave her butterflies.<br/><br/>There was a problem at work, one they’d never encountered before and she was struggling to deal with it.<br/><br/>It had obviously detained her longer than she had planned. She'd missed their date.<br/><br/>They had very different roles within their company. Human resources were supposed to be one of her areas, and yet there<em>she </em>was, a traitor in their midst. One who was trying to outsource valuable information to their competitors. Information which would seriously detriment their bottom line. A lot of damage had already been done, the perpetrator had been ridiculously clever. Adaptable. Penny herself had watched as she bypassed suspicion, changed her tactics to evade their roadblocks.<br/><br/>Finally, it was dealt with. Officially at least.<br/><br/>She would be fired.<br/><br/>But that irked Penny. You didn’t cross Harper-Dasse. Penelope wanted to send a message. Not just to the company but to this woman as an individual. She wanted to beat the submission she was owed out of her. To show her exactly who she was messing with and just how tiny and insignificant she was. Unfortunately, the law tied her hands in so many ways. Twenty years ago, you could’ve hired somebody to wipe a traitor off the face of the planet – she remembered her father telling her so. With the right amount of money anyway. But times were indeed changing. Harper-Dasse was a prominent name, they couldn’t afford the smear of scandal.<br/><br/>Penelope Harper-Dasse had to be above reproach.<br/><br/>But Katherine O'Rourke had no idea who she was crossing. Penny had spent hours researching her, she wasn’t new to business, but evidentially Katherine was.<em>Very </em>new as it happened. Her entire identity was plastered online for anybody to stumble across. Recently graduated, intern-come-accountant. Skating around the bottom rungs of the company. The fact that she had dared to access and pass on the files she had? It showed tenacity. But not enough. Beyond what her personnel file told her, Penny had needed to rely on the internet. And that had filled in the last few pieces of the puzzle.<br/><br/>Poor, homeless (<em>she’d found various roommate requests on local sales sites</em>) and most interestingly of all;<em>submissive</em>. She was like the perfect prey. And Penny’s mind was whirring in twisted and sadistic ways. A minnow, swimming in shark-infested waters. But worse, she’d cut herself, got their attention and had no clue of the dangers that she had invited in. Penny was stalking her, half starved and waiting for the perfect moment to snap her tremendous jaws.<br/><br/>In fact, before her husband had entered, Penny had already been toying with a contract. But this wouldn’t be one that their lawyers needed to look over, or even see. Penny had graduated at the top of her law-school class. She knew it was airtight. Obscene; but airtight.<br/><br/>She wanted to make an example of Miss O'Rourke.<br/><br/>But she also wanted to have some fun whilst doing it.<br/><br/>After all, what dominant sadist could overlook the doe-eyed hopeful eyes of a sub waiting to be broken?<br/><br/>Her problem? The man who had bent her over the desk, slid her skirt over her taut legs and ripped off her panties without a moment’s hesitation. The lace had dug into her hips as he pulled, but the pain made it all the better. And she owed him. Their unspoken arrangement that if you missed a date because of work, you belonged to the other for the duration of the night.<br/><br/>He was apparently not wasting anytime on small talk.<br/><br/>Once he had been her partner, an ambitious young man that she’d met in college. When they’d started Harper-Dasse they’d been young, naïve, fresh out of college. Her vast inheritance burning a hole in her pocket. Ten years on, she’d never imagined the success they’d forged. She’d also never imagined they’d be married. If she had then she might have dropped the Harper entirely and focused solely on his name. Dasse. It didn't have quite the same ring to it. Besides, it was never a bad idea to have her late, billionaire father's name on their papers. Harper was a name that was known well in the medical field.<br/><br/>Their personal relationship had been a whirlwind, they’d met. They'd promised each other it was just business, that they didn't want things to get messy. They'd fallen into bed with each other regardless; unable to resist. Late nights and spending every moment together had put asunder any logic or rational thought.<br/><br/>They'd married within the first year.<br/><br/>Nobody thought it would last.<br/><br/>Nobody had counted on how much she adored him. How much she loved him.<br/><br/>But increasingly, as their life jumped from strength to strength, she was missing<em>something</em>. They were equal, in everything, and though they played. Tying each other up, blindfolds, a little spanking here and there…neither of them were what you’d call submissive. Penny longed for that, to share<em>that </em>with him, to have somebody that they could use. Hurt. Own. It wasn’t something she’d shared with him, the last thing she wanted was for him to think that she wasn’t satisfied.<br/><br/>But they were in their thirties now. Life was rushing by them and the next logical step in their golden existence seemed to be children. A family. Everybody expected it. Their friends. Their family. The press. Penny just wasn’t<em>ready</em>. She wanted to try<em>everything </em>before they settled down.<br/><br/>And what better opportunity was there than this?<br/><br/>If they dabbled? Found somebody on the internet (<em>and she’d definitely contemplated that</em>) it could be the ruin of them. Their reputations and their company. They needed somebody who was indebted to them. Who had as much to lose as they.<br/><br/>With their lawyers and the power of Harper-Dasse behind them, Katherine could be looking down the barrel of at least thirty years behind bars.<em>For fraud. Exposure. Corporate sabotage. Theft. </em><br/><br/>Of course, all of these thoughts were pushed aside as he’d pushed into her, pressing her against the desk. Though even as he fucked her, her eyes flickered to the contract next to her hand. He knew all about Katherine’s transgression; there was nothing the two of them didn’t share. But did he know just how depraved the thoughts of the woman he married were? With a final flush of courage, brought on by her arousal and the proximity of her orgasm, she pushed the contract to the side a little.<br/><br/>“I drew this up,” she pointed out, even as he bottomed out inside her, pushing against her cervix in that painful yet delicious way he always did when she was bent over. She didn’t know how much attention he would pay to the words. There were some which stood out, or was that just because she had written them?<br/><br/><em>Slave. Indebted. Consent. Intimate relations. Slut. Whims of your masters.</em><br/><br/>She’d never written the word slut into a contract before.<br/><br/>Was it too much? Offering to exchange imprisonment and legal proceedings in order to secure the submission of a pet? Was it just her who was invigorated by the thought of breaking the woman who had tried to make their company look like fools? Katherine was a beautiful woman, young, bright-eyed, amazing ass. She’d checked all of that out too.<br/><br/>But would she accept it?<br/><br/>Or would she prefer a life in prison?<br/><br/>To sweeten the deal Penny had tacked on a final selling point; the conclusion of their contract would award Miss O'Rourke one million dollars. For services rendered.<br/><br/>And indecent proposal. An irresistible offer, provided she could get her husband to sign off on it too.