Thread: A Love/Hate Relationship (jaceyboo & Google)

For Dominic Stauss the past few weeks had been pretty fantastic, he had managed to convince Ivy to move in with him, taking credit for the hard work of others had earned him quite a substantial bonus at the investment firm where he worked, and of course he had been enjoying home cooked meals the entire time as Ivy was a quick learner. He smiled at the thought as he finished up the days work, just a few reports to finalize, sign off on, and then send up the ladder in order to ensure that he would be able to enjoy the weekend all to himself... fortunately he never had a hard time finding interns who were willing to take care of anything that might normally be his responsibilities on Saturday or Sunday. For Dominic life had always been easy, his family had always enjoyed a great amount of success and a quite impressive amount of wealth that he had enjoyed while growing up, his good looks and confidence had always ensured that he was well liked and of course helped him get whatever he wanted, and the combination of that confidence and the influence of his family had allowed him to just skate through college, join a top rated frat with little harassment, and landed him a well paying job where the people he worked for were friends of his family... it all came together nicely for him. Leaving the office he didn't bother to react to one of the interns who would be handling his weekend work calling his name, if it was important enough they would email him or send him a test and if they did that without it being important enough then he would make them regret it... he did have quite a lot of influence over their future careers of course. Before long he was in the parking garage, getting into a luxury car that his parents had given him just two years before as a Christmas gift, and making his way home with the sound of the Audi's engine to make him smile. He was right on schedule that day, it was always important for him to arrive home home right on time to ensure Ivy had plenty of time to prepare dinner, arriving early would throw her a little bit but she was still new to it all, the elements of BDSM in their relationship at this point were subtle and needed to be introduced slowly... in time he would be able to ramp things up and by the time it reached a point where she was truly uncomfortable she would be too far in to back out. As he pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building where his penthouse was located Dominic took a moment to collect his thoughts for the day, it was never a good idea to take work home with him when he could avoid it and after a few moments in the car he was in the elevator, on the way up to the top floor penthouse that he shared with his lovely young girlfriend. Turning the key in the door slowly, not wanting to announce his arrival loudly, he made his way into the penthouse, his shoes almost soundless on the plush carpet. He could hear her through, rushing around the kitchen and since he couldn't smell anything cooking he had to assume she had lost track of time... he did smell the bath salt that she favored though, it seemed to him that she had lost track of time and that was disappointing. Into the kitchen now, he could see her in that silky robe that clung to her perfectly, scrambling around and trying to prepare something... clearly behind schedule. The hardwood floors of the kitchen didn't hide his steps like carpets did but he moved quickly, pressed against her back in a matter of moments, one hand moving to her hips and the other lightly resting on her throat, the symbolism clean even as he brushing his lips over her cheek. Lost track of time? He asked softly, though he was calm it was clear that he was disappointed. And because you lost track of time you were just going to throw together some pasta... if you managed your time better we could both be enjoying a lovely steak, that Wagyu beef in the fridge won't remain perfect forever.