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Into The Den - Black Out and [B M T H]

As Emilia entered the room Dorian looked up from a stack of glossy sheets complete with portraits and vital information of young tiger cubs that were laid out before him. "Thanks Em." Dorians smile beamed towards her from across the table as he began to shuffle the business proposals into a neat stack. "Just one thing, we don't get tornadoes down here, we get hurricanes." He smirked with a wink as he drew the stack of paper back into his lap, pulled the desk drawer open and slipped them inside. His eyes had a warm orangish glow to them as he fished for a key in his pocket while he looked over Emilia. "You look good." Real good..Good enough to bend over and...mmmph... He said simply, while his mind wandered to guttural places as he pulled a small key of brass from his pocket and locked the top drawer of his desk.

The stout wooden chair he was settled on groaned as it shifted when Dorian stood up and returned the simple looking key to the pocket in his trousers. His worn and heavy hands slapped together briefly as he looked down towards her. "Let's go introduce you to Nova. Come on." Dorian stepped out from behind his desk and settled on meaty palm right over Emilia's shoulder and began to lead her along through his home. They cut right through the living room, dining room, and kitchen, as they headed straight towards the back deck. All the while Dorian's eyes scanned over his home, quietly assessing Emilia's efforts to clean up.

"Place looks nice." He said with a quick glance towards her as they arrived at the glass patio door where Dorian unsettled his hand from Emilia's shoulder and reached out, sliding it open. Instantly the oppressive heat greeted them, followed by the dense and humid air as they walked out onto the deck. Dorian was quick to slide the patio door closed as the interior of the panel began to fog over with condensation. From there it was a short walk to a narrow flight of steps that headed downward towards the grounds that circled his lofty home.

Thickets of weeds and bushes rose up from the soft ground, though Dorian and Emilia arrived on a wooden walkway that cut through the tangles and briars. Dorian settled his hand on Emilia's back as he led her along the wooden path towards a nearby cage that was filled with brush, tall grasses, and a lone tree whose branches pierced upwards out of the iron bars of the expansive pen. His voice lowered as he leaned over to murmur into her ear. "Just be very quiet, let's see what sort of mood he's in."

With careful steps, Dorian led Emilia right up to the edge of the cage where a locked heavy portcullis gate led into another small cage which led into the actual den of Nova. He leaned down to a single knee, his hand resting on Emilia's back as he gently pushed against the warm already damp with sweat skin of her lower back as he drew her down with him. "There..." His voice was barely audible as he took his hand away from her back and pointed his index finger into the cage towards a clump of grasses that seemed unremarkable at first glance. As Emilia's eye steadied upon the patch of tall reeds and bamboo, an indentation in their midst came into focus where the grasses had been trampled down and laying within that cover was a brilliant white tiger with the most ice cold blue eyes one might ever see and it was looking right towards them.

"Don't worry, he always looks grumpy." Dorian quietly murmured.
 
Dorian's complement on Emilia's appearance elicited a smile from the petite woman who barely fit into the clothes that were far too tight for her curvy frame. "You think so? I was thinking we could swap outfits. You'd surely look way better in this getup." Her tease was meant to be innocent as she poked fun at the large man who shuffled some papers into a drawer and locked it. Her eyes followed the key that was removed from and then sequentially dropped back into his pocket. Emilia's thoughts wandered off into curiosity, wondering what it had been that he was looking at. She wasn't going to pry but she couldn't help but be intrigued. Dorian seemed to have a lot of secrets despite being so willing to show her the locked room upstairs within hours of meeting her. She couldn't help but wonder what else he was hiding from public eye.

Emilia allowed Dorian to lead her, his dominating hand guiding her throughout the house as they made their way out towards Nova's den. The moment they stepped foot into the oppressive heat, Emilia already felt her skin grow moist with sweat. With the limited amount of fabric covering her body, there wasn't anything to whisk her glistening skin dry, either. She wouldn't have been so damned self conscious about it if Dorian kept his meaty paws off of her body. Regardless, she didn't push him away. He had been kind enough to accept her terms of their deal and she was going to give him everything he wanted of her without hesitation as a show of appreciation.

A quick glance upwards at Dorian was followed by Emilia kneeling down to the bottom of the cage. He had asked her to be quiet and she found herself actually holding her breath as she peered through the cage and narrowed her eyes, looking for the majestic creature. Her gaze followed Dorian's finger and once she found what he had been pointing to, she gasped.

Nova was lounging beneath a thicket of bamboo, his tongue hanging from the side of his enormous muzzle as he panted from the heat. Dorian could feel Emilia's body move as she began breathing again. "He's so," Emilia's voice was a whisper as she pondered over the right descriptor, "fierce." She rose her hands to the cage, resting one palm against the chainlink with her fingers curled around the metal fence while her other hand extended slightly, her fingers dipping in through the open space of the cage. "Here, kitty, kitty."

Emilia felt Dorian's body tense, his hand on her lower back seeming to embed within her sweaty skin as she cooed the large tiger over. Nova glanced over at the two of them before lifting himself up, his ears twitching as his towering frame rose from the bed of grass. "Hey Nova," Emilia calmly spoke towards the advancing tiger. As Nova reached them, Emilia tentatively removed her hands from the cage and leaned back slightly. Nova pressed his head against the cage and sniffed, his eagerness managing to spew a little bit of nasal discharge at the two of them. Emilia laughed, brushing the cold sprinkle of liquid from her arm. Nova then brushed the side of his head against the cage a few times before moving, his entire body now brushing against the metal as he paced back and forth against the cage.

Emilia looked over at Dorian, her eyes wide in excitement yet hesitant over whether or not she should reach out and touch the enormous wild cat. After a moment, Emilia extended her arm and let her fingers press into the cage, Nova's soft fur entangling itself within her fingers while he remained in motion.
 
Dorian watched with wide eyes, observing every little nuance of Nova's movements as the gargantuan white tiger stalked along the edge of the cage. His body tensed, breath hitching in his lungs when Emilia glanced over towards him as if seeking some sort of silent input. He answered with a hint of a nod that Emilia hadn't even caught as the young woman reached out and let her fingers sift through Nova's alabaster black striped coat. Out of precaution, Dorian's hand returned to Emilia's sweat slick back and rose up along the outline of her spine until his fingers carefully slipped around the narrow back of the pink sports bra. He held that thin portion of her tight fitting top like a handle, ready to tug her back at the first sign of danger from the temperamental tiger.

"Easy now, easy." His voice was feather light and full of caution as he observed the tentative interaction taking place between Emilia and Nova. Out of all of the cats in the park, Nova was easily one of the most unpredictable tigers that called The Den home. The long and tall tiger could play switch gears quickly, seeming to be at ease one moment and then the next ready to sink its tusk like fangs into you if you weren't ready. But Nova seemed a little more docile and relaxed today, the predatory cats body language was a book that Dorian knew all to well how to read and it seemed to be saying, I want some attention.

Carefully Dorian relaxed his grasp around the back of Emilia's sports bra, though he didn't let go as the large tiger swung back around for another pass. Nova's icy blue eyes passed over both of them as the cat seemed to be reading their intentions as much as Dorian was trying to decipher its own. Nova's long tail swept lazily about behind itself, batting away a small cloud of gnats that gathered around the great tiger before it dropped onto its belly with a grumbled yawn. Dorian watched with a sense of awe as Nova rolled over onto its back, revealing the thin coat of fur upon its soft belly to Emilia's extended fingers.

Dorian whistled softly under his breath as he looked over to Emilia and just shook his head in state of slight disbelief. "Careful, give him just one belly rub, I'll pull you back to safety if he makes a sudden move." He murmured into her ear as he shifted slightly so he could get a better view of Nova's rear legs and the long sharp claws that sprouted from the white tigers enormous paws. "Watch his paws, those things can shred you wide open." He cautioned, as he hesitantly held his breath while he waited for Emilia to give Nova a rub over his tender belly.
 
Emilia was almost grateful for Dorian's strong hand as it gripped the back of her sports bra. He had already told Emilia just how dangerous this particular tiger was and Emilia would be lying if she said there wasn't at least a little spark of fear curling itself within her chest. Yet Nova seemed subdued, peaceful and curious even. The large cat allowed Emilia to brush her thin fingers through its soft coat, turning once more to brush against her hand before flopping to the ground and yawning before rolling over onto its back.

A small gasp came from the petite woman who remained in Dorian's hold. She knew enough about cats, big and small, to know what it meant when they bared their bellies for someone. It meant that they were willing to be vulnerable and that they were not only comfortable but trusted whoever it was they presented this sensitive piece of themselves to. Emilia glanced over at Dorian, her expression also of brief disbelief as he quietly spoke to her, allowing her to reach her hand further into the cage.

Her voice matched Dorian's, her whisper no more than a murmur. "Don't let me go."

As she felt Dorian's grip around her sports bra tense once again, she slowly reached her hand towards Nova. Her arm was fully within the confines of the cage now. "Here, sweet kitty. Hey baby, who's a good boy." She was cooing at the colossal kitty, her fingers moving carefully as her fingertips pressed against his soft stomach. Nova's head fell back, brushing against the ground as he wiggled his body. The tiger's body language egged Emilia on and she grew more confident as she continued to pet Nova's belly. "Oh yeah, you like that don't 'cha, Nova. Good boy!"

There was a light in Emilia's eyes as she interacted with the tiger, the passion hidden within her deep blue hues now on fire as she loved on the sweet animal. Back at home, she worked with cats. Her experience clearly carried over with her upon her relocation to The Den. Not only that, she clearly had a natural way with felines. Nova was reacting almost like a cub as she rubbed down his belly. A few chuffs came from deep inside Nova's chest, his whiskers twitching as he pawed the air.
 
He couldn't quite believe his eyes. Sure, Dorian had seen the great white cat have its lighter moments, but this was certainly a first. He shifted, drawing his vantage point a little further to Emilia's left while he extended his arm but still kept his fist closed around the pink strap of his new assistants sports bra. He glanced from Emilia, back to Nova, then Emilia, continuing to let his eyes ping pong between the two of them as he studiously examined not only Nova's reactions, but Emilia's. He was beyond curious, and it showed on his face by the way his brows had wrinkled and dipped. For whatever reason, Nova had seemed to accept Emilia without much hesitation or trepidation, and it was a puzzle that Dorian was intent on piecing together.

As much of a distraction as those wayward thoughts might be, Dorian was still keeping himself quite aware of Nova's movements. Those claws, sharp and dangerous were a growing concern as the alabaster white cat ground its back against the ground while Emilia rubbed away at its soft and warm belly. As soon as they started to flick spontaneously about, Dorian tightened his hand, sinking his knuckles into the sweaty skin of Emilia's back. Without warning he tugged the slender woman back from the cage, drawing her extended arm away from danger just before one Nova's rear paws kicked with an arc through the air that surely would of caught her forearm.

The sudden shift in momentum found Dorian falling onto his back, drawing Emilia along with him until she awkwardly on his chest. Nova jolted, rising swiftly up from the ground that had the great tiger back on its paws in a flash. The low and prolonged rumbling growl that reverberated out of its throat was a none to subtle signal that the abrupt movements had drawn its ire. With a flare of its nostrils and a disapproving grumble, Nova turned and stalked off, gracefully jumping up onto a thick branch of the single tree within its pen. While it lounged, Nova's cold blue eyes spared a glance towards the two people outside of its cage before it turned its attention to one of its front paws, licking at it with the width of its tongue.

Dorian just laid there on the ground, quiet, his chest rising and falling as he looked up towards Emilia. Belatedly, Dorian let his hand slide free from the strap of her top as an amused glow came across his face. "Well, damn, I think you might be the first person to ever rub his belly." His chest shook then as he laughed, moving his arms away in an effort to allow Emilia to untangle herself from where she laid on top of him.
 
Nova's chuffing made it clearer than day that he was fawning over the new woman. Emilia's fingertips danced within his soft belly fur and scratched at his skin as his back continued to roll across the ground. His legs kicking were more of a playful sign than anything else as his body continued to writhe and kick up a little bit of dust. Emilia was getting lost in the scene, her touch against his tender belly growing a bit more firm as the tiger kicked up in appreciation. "Good boy," she whispered, cooing at the large beast as she continued petting him.

Dorian's knuckles pressed into the dip between her shoulder blades and Emilia pushed back against him slightly, appreciating his grip on her as she continued petting Nova. Of course Emilia was a little bit tentative about interacting so closely with what Dorian had described as his most aggressive feline, having Dorian holding onto her gave her a strange sense of security. Emilia continued speaking quietly to Nova, offering him love and affection as he wiggled against the ground. Dorian's hand flexed against her, she could feel him tensing over and over again as he protectively watched both her and his favorite wild cat. Then suddenly, he tore Emilia back from the cage.

Emilia hadn't been expecting him to pull her back when it happened. Nova had seemed so serene, his leg kicking up as a natural reaction to her catching an itchy spot on his belly. She let out a shocked cry as her body tumbled backwards. Dorian had a tight grip against the racerback of her bra and swung his arm around as he pulled her towards him before he stumbled himself, sending them both careening towards the hard ground. Emilia's body twisted slightly under his awkward grip, his arm turning her body into his before she fell directly on top of him, her face in the crook of his neck as he held her against him. Both of them were breathing heavily from the sudden change - Dorian's reaction to whatever movement he had caught Nova doing caught Emilia by surprise. It had actually scared her slightly, making her jump as they fell backwards.

Emilia pressed the palms of her hands against Dorian's meaty chest and pushed against him slightly, feeling his grip against her back relax. Pushing herself up no more than a few inches, she looked down at Dorian with wide eyes as if in disbelief. What just happened? Dorian answered her internal thoughts, his arm now going slack against her curvy back. Catching her breath, she pushed herself up and off of Dorian, sliding back onto her ass as her knees pulled upwards towards her chest. She let out a little chuckle. "Wow," she looked at Dorian and then over at Nova. Offering Dorian a teasing smile, she couldn't help but taunt him. "Don't tell me you're jealous." She gave him a little wink before pushing herself up off of the ground. Now holding her hand out, she offered Dorian her palm to help him stand up.
 
An incredulous look formed on Dorians features that was followed by a short bout of laughter. "Me, jealous, please. It was beginner's luck." He gave her a wink as he reached out and accepted Emilia's offered hand. His palm settled into the turf at his side and slowly Dorian pushed himself up until he was standing. Only then did he draw his large mitt away from the far more delicate hand of Emilia. Casually he brushed his hands off in front of himself and then dusted his palms across his trousers. His eyes flicked past his assistant towards the shape of Nova lounging in the tree. He shook his head at the difficult tiger before placing his palm across Emilia's shoulder.

"Seriously, I've had that cat for just over five years and I've never seen it so, uhm, relaxed towards someone." His free hand idly tucked his shirt back into his trousers where it had popped out as he looked towards the smaller redheaded woman before him. "Just don't let it go to your head. I don't know if you saw, but his paw almost caught your forearm. Those things are sharp enough to rip through a tendon and shred your flesh." His hand relaxed where it rested across her shoulder before he added sternly. "Do not come down here to visit Nova on your own. Just don't." He gave her shoulder a little reassuring pat before he turned away and looked out over the other pens that circled his home.

"Let me introduce you to the rest of our neighbors."

Dorian spent the bulk of an hour then walking Emilia around the fringes of his property, stopping at each large pen to visit the inhabitants within. By the time they were done, Emilia had been introduced to a trio of sloths that shared a spacious rainforest scaped pen. There was one male, named Toad, and two females named Cocoa and Bean. As he entered the cage with her he casually explained their habits and referred her to look into one of the several books he had on Sloths in his study. Beyond the sloths was another pen where a Bengal tiger named Lola lived. Dorian explained how she was entering her second month of pregnancy and pointed out that he expected her to give birth about a month and a half from now. Then there was Clive, the kangaroo, a fifteen year veteran of The Den who presided over a wide open cage with lines of tall grasses and a bathing pool with his far younger companion, Dotty. Last on the tour was a cage where a family of four tiny little ruffled lemurs resided, and they peered out towards their guests with their oversized eyes. He took a minute to rattle off their names, Peggy, Onion, Charlie, and Chili. Again, Dorian reminded Emilia that there were a handful of books about this particular breed of Lemur available in his study.

He took a deep breath as the walk about tour around his property was concluded. "Just so you know, I want you to take care of the Sloth's and the Lemur's. Clean their cages, check on them daily, get to know them until they're comfortable enough with you that you can handle them." He smiled towards Emilia, figuring that she would enjoy the assignment, though of course he was curious to see how that bright face of hers would react to the news.

Regardless, he was intent on moving the day forward, Dorian was a busy man after all. "Anyway, let's go see Bee and get that contract signed, shall we?"
 
Emilia nodded in agreement to what Dorian had been instructing her with. At the same time, she couldn't help but let her mind wander to the strange connection she had with the enormous feline beast. Don't tell me not to come down and see Nova when you're not around, now I'm going to want to even more... She kept her thoughts to herself, finding them rather funny. It was much like her to do the exact opposite of what she was told, even if it was out of safety for her own well being. Already she found herself gazing at the large tiger and wanting to slide her hand back into its confines.

The humid morning was made even better by the numerous animals Dorian introduced her to. Emilia made small talk with Dorian as they weaved throughout the pens. Each animal seemed to take to Emilia rather well, accepting her as one of their own as Dorian's guiding hand remained against her body. They'd sniff her out of curiosity and upon finding Dorian's scent against her bare skin, they'd recognize her as part of the pack. The light in Emilia's eyes continued to gleam with every warm introduction of a new creature. One thing was for sure, Emilia had a certain way about her that enticed animals to take to her with ease.

"Peggy, Onion, Charlie and.... Chili!" Emilia looked at the Lemurs who stared back at her with wide eyes. Her head tilted to the side as she looked up at Dorian, a hand extended away from her face slightly to shield the blazing hot sun from her eyes. She nodded and gave him a large smile, her white teeth practically sparking from the sunlight. "I'll dive into the books the moment you give me some down time. I can't wait." Her face contorted slightly as she tried to remember all of their names. "Cocoa, Toad and Bean were the Sloths, right? And then of course Pegs, Onions, Charlie and Chili." She glanced over her shoulder at the Lemurs who were playing within their pen. "Yeah, babies, I'm talking about you!" She cooed at them, her voice seeming to make them all curious. Her weight shifted to her toes as she bounced slightly, trying to hold back from jumping in excitement. "I can't wait."

Emilia followed Dorian as they then proceeded to head towards the front office to meet up with Bee. They'd been walking for quite some time, not that Emilia was going to complain about it. It felt good to be out and exploring the expansive property, especially with her exclusive tour guide. "So, what made you get into this line of work?" That question led to a long conversation that filled almost the entirety of their walk. As soon as the door to the front admission trailer pushed open, the chill of the A/C hit Emilia's soaked skin. She let out a sigh.

"And ya must be Emilia!" A large woman bound up from behind a desk, a mess of papers scattered across the wooden counter as she quickly made her way over to Dorian and the new woman. Emilia held her hand out.

"And you must be Bee!" Emilia's friendly demeanor made Bee wrap her arms around the sticky woman after swatting her hand away. Emilia was taken by surprise but gave in to the hug, patting Bee on the shoulder.

"Welcome to tha family! I've ya contract just over here. Please, come in, take a load off." She looked over at Dorian and then nodded towards the box of doughnuts that had been mostly cleared out. "I made Paul leave ya a glazed chocolate if ya want it." Bee turned to her desk, fumbling through a few papers before pulling a contract and handing it over to Dorian. "Make sure this is all good and I'll grab us some pens."
 
Dorian snatched up the remaining chocolate glazed doughnut and tore a bite out of it as he settled himself down behind Bee's desk where he started to look over the contract. His pinky extended as he traced the tip of that finger along the writing upon the page as he munched on the decadent doughnut. Dorian flipped through the handful of pages, nodding to himself even as a few dark crumbs fell from his lips, scattering across the surface of the document.

Once again Bee had left him impressed. Stipulations were as scattered about the pages of Emilia's contract as the crumbs that had fallen from his lips. There was dental, medical, vision, and cosmetic insurance all laid out for Emilia, so long as she accepted Dorian as her primary caretaker. A section was devoted to her attire, which once again fell under the control of Dorian to provide as he saw fit. Non-disclosure clauses were present for every little agreement set in ink upon the pages of the contract. Even without that pretty red gag that he almost stuffed into her mouth, Emilia's lips would be sealed, unless she wanted to potentially be bankrupt for the rest of her life.

But it wasn't all doom and gloom upon that would be found on that page for Dorian's new assistant.

There were enough substantial incentives for Emilia to find to her liking. Dorians' personal letter of recommendation was assured so long as she fulfilled her obligations. There was an offer to extend the contract included near the end, that would leave Emilia with the choice of making The Den a more permanent part of her future. It was made clear that all of her needs would be provided for by The Den and Dorian. There was even the promise of personal days that could be collected and used as she saw fit after three months on the job, with the possibility of gaining weeks of time off if she opted to someday sign on for a longer stay. Then of course there was her pay, while which wasn't much of a thing to brag about, it had been given a small bump up with a more lucrative carrot dangled before her should she once more decide to sign on for a longer stay.

His broad hand swept across the page, the rough side of it brushing the scattered crumbs away to the floor as he nodded once more. "Look's in order to me." His hazel eyes rose over towards Emilia, expectations clear within them as he pushed the pages towards her. "Just sign on that X there." Dorian stated as he tapped the space where Emilia's signature was meant to be place while he reached for a pen. "It pretty much covers everything we already talked about." Dorian smiled quickly towards her in a disarming manner as he laid the pen on top of the pages.

While he waited for Emilia to handle her business, Dorian looked out towards the widest window at the front of the office trailer. Lily and Jasmine could be seen through the slanted blinds, dutifully getting to work. Currently they were just getting started, wiping down the dirty old trailer with soapy water fetched from a bucket as they prepped the office for a new coat of bright orange paint. His lips curled faintly as he watched Lily splash Jasmine with a spray of soapy water flung from her soaking wet sponge as an idea sprung to mind. "We should do a car wash fund raiser sometime." It was less of a question and more of stated thing to make happen as he looked over towards Bee.

"Uh, sure thing Dorian, we could probably set up something like that. I think I know just the place." The smaller bubbly book keeper smirked as she quietly started to put together the pieces for the event. "Oh, don't forget, you have that party coming up soon, ya know, the important one?" She leaned forward, arms crossed while her ass rested against the weight of a filing cabinet. There was a slight nervous nibble taken at the corner of her lip as her eyes locked with Dorian. "You want me to handle the catering, accommodations, and all of that?" While she spoke vaguely she knew Dorian was quite aware of how important the event was and that it needed to be handled appropriately, a thing that Bee had grown accustomed to handling.

There was a pause from Dorian as he took the last mouthful of that doughnut down. His eyes shifted to Emilia, then back over to Bee as he wet his lips. "Yeah, you can handle that stuff." His forearm brushed across his face, cleaning away any residual crumbs from his beard. "Just send me a guest list and keep me updated if anything comes up." Dorian placed his hands on the edge of the desk and pushed the rolling office chair back that he had claimed from Bee, leaving it open for her again as he stood up.

"We all set?" Dorian turned his gaze over towards Emilia as he crossed his arms while Bee swept in to take her chair back. "Gotta busy day ahead of us." He tapped his workman like watch with the tip of his index finger as he waited on Emilia. "I need to introduce you to Angela, our head trainer, and then get you back to our place so you can get to studying up on those little critters and get to work." Again, he glanced at his watch. "Lunch time is in two hours, or second breakfast as Chilli likes to call it." He stated playfully as he gave her an amused wink.
 
As Dorian looked over the contract, Bee brought Emilia over to one of the two chairs facing towards the desk Dorian was now sitting at and sat her down before grabbing the box of doughnuts and pushing them into the lap of the petite woman. "You're too skinny, girl! Ya gotta eat some more." Bee knew Dorian's preferential body type for a woman along with his constant need for control. The controlling aspect didn't end at just how the woman dressed but also what she put inside of her body. One of Bee's favorite tests for new women he'd taken a particular interest in was to see how they'd react to what was one of her own favorite treats. Cocking an eyebrow, she watched as Emilia looked over the remaining few doughnuts before shaking her head.

"I'm still stuffed from breakfast but thank you! Mmm, they do smell good." Emilia rejected the offer for one of the deep fried, glazed pastries much to the distaste of her own urges. Sugar was a weakness for her and she knew if she had one, she'd want another. With how oppressively hot and humid it was outside, she wouldn't have been able to focus after even a bite of the carb-enriched sugary treats.

Bee smiled and pulled the box back, placing it on the counter before digging in for another one, stuffing half of it into her mouth as she settled in next to Emilia in the chair beside her. "So tell me about ya'self! What brings you to our happy little den?

Emilia's eyes rose to Dorian, watching for a moment as he scanned over the contract, before she turned her attention back to Bee and crossed one of her legs over the other. "Probably what brings most anybody else, I'd bet! I've got a passion for animals and want to make a difference in the world to some degree. What better way than to help out an animal sanctuary? Plus, I mean c'mon, tigers are pretty badass!" She chuckled as she leaned back in the chair. "What about you?"

That was an interesting question. Bee glanced over at Dorian as she rose a hand to her chin, contemplating how to answer that. "Ta be perfectly honest, I don't even remember. I've been here for, what's it been Dorian, Twenty years now?" She thought back to when Dorian first took over the Den. She had been one of his first recruits and quickly moved up into the position she was in now. "Long story short, I needed a job. Dorian had a job ta offer me." She shrugged. This was when Dorian pushed the contract across the wooden desk, causing Emilia to lean forward.

Emilia's blue hues glanced over the page as she snatched up the pen in her left hand, twisting it between her fingers. Bee stood up, leaning now against a filing cabinet as Emilia continued to glance over the contract. There was so much legal mumbo-jumbo, truth be told Emilia only understood about three quarters of what she was about to sign. The small bump in pay that was more of an allowance than anything else caught her attention, as did the generous benefits that included medical and dental. The latter was fairly important considering that she'd be working up close with dangerous animals. Without as much as a second thought, Emilia brought the pen up and pressed the ink onto the paper, scribbling in her signature next to the X. So what if she didn't understand every last legal word on the document? She knew the basics and trusted Dorian enough at this point to sign her life away. At least for the next couple of months, that is.

A big smile crossed her face, Emilia's teeth shining under the buzzing lights of the double wide trailer as she pushed the contract back over to Dorian who had just finished his brief conversation with Bee. "All set," she nodded. Emilia found herself curious about the party Bee and Dorian discussed but decided to keep her inquiry to herself. Dorian would tell her in time, surely. Pushing back from the desk, she stood up and waited for Dorian to round the desk before stepping away from it herself. "Sounds good to me, lead the way!" Emilia glanced over at Bee and offered her a friendly nod. "It was so great to meet you, Bee! I can't wait to work with you!" With that, Emilia followed Dorian out of the air conditioned trailer and back into the merciless heat, following Dorian like a little puppy dog.
 
Once outside the confines of the office, Dorian took a moment to hobnob with Lily and Jasmine who seemed like they were life long friends despite only knowing each other for the span of a whole day. Their spirits were nowhere near as damp as their tight fitting outfits, despite the physical labor of washing down the trailer and prepping it for a fresh coat of bright orange paint that they had been tasked with. "Gotta be better then working at the meat farm." Lilly whispered to Emilia when Dorian wasn't paying much attention, but before his new assistant could find a chance to reply her boss was calling. "Let's go Em! Let's go, let's go, let's go!" And just like that they were off, leaving Lilly and Jasmine to splash each other with soapy water in between their efforts to clean the gunk away from the face of Bee's double wide office.

Dorian laid claim to an ATV, one of the sportier ones that had a simple bucket seat right behind the drivers seat. "Slap your arms around me and hold on tight." Was all the advice he gifted upon Emilia before they tore off through the park. In an effort to minimize delays they traversed across the park upon lesser known trails that Dorian knew by heart. There would be no tourists on these rougher paths, and few if any of The Dens own employees would even be found on them as they just weren't the sorts of trails that were golf cart friendly. Some fifteen minutes of thrill ride later brought Dorian and Emilia deep into the rolling hills of The Den where an arrangement of massive cages housed a family of lions.

Standing outside, tossing meat from a cooler through a gap in the bars was one ripped looking tattoo covered woman who had a tan that was by far the deepest that Emilia had seen. It was hard to miss the roar of the engine as they arrived, but Angela's shaved head only spared a glance back over her stout shoulders before she tossed a handful of dead rabbits into the cage. She was a no frills sort of woman, all business, decked out in a thin red tank top and a pair of dingy brown shorts. One heavy ankle high boot covered her right foot, while her left leg was gone from the kneecap down, replaced with one of those fancy aluminum prosthetic legs. "Don't bring up the leg. Let's just say it's why you shouldn't visit Nova alone and leave it at that." Dorian quietly advised Emilia as he parked their ride and hopped off, offering a hand to Emilia before turning to introduce her to Angela.

While less then cheerful, Angela was perfectly respectful towards Dorian's new charge as they made a little bit of small talk while she continued to toss fresh meat into the cage where the waiting lioness snatched the offerings up. One by one the massive female divvied out the food, dropping some for the larger male that was lounging lazily on a rock in the middle of the expansive cage and on occasion spitting out a hunk of meat for the trio of little lion cubs that followed clumsily after her. "Zeke there is the male, got him from a circus after it went bankrupt. He's an old boy, twelve I think. Pixie is the mom, she's four, and that's Pumpkin, Paws, and Savannah." Angela's stern demeanor seemed to fade as her face warmed while she pointed towards the lions as she tossed more food into the cage.

"Anyway, welcome to the family, if you ever need anything, don't hesitate to ask. I've done almost anything there is to do around here as far as taking care of our critters goes. I got a trailer on the edges of where everyone who ain't Dorian or one of his wives is shacked up." She gave the hefty man a wry grin before she closed up the cooler and turned on a spigot to wash her hands. "Seriously, anything ya need, just drop on by, but make sure to bring some of that good beer that he keeps stashed away." She laughed as Dorian gave her a rueful look.

"She doesn't know where the good stuff is, yet." He stated bluntly as he playfully jabbed his elbow into Emilia. "But yeah, she's a fountain of knowledge around here. Almost knows as much as me." He shot a wink to Angela. "Hey, we gotta get going though, Em here has some hungry little critters waiting on her. Don't want to disappoint Chili, ya know?." As the brief conversation concluded, Dorian settled his arm around Emilia and led her back to their ride, once more advising her to hold on tight as they tore off in some indiscriminate direction towards his home.

As they arrived back at Dorians sizeable compound there was Cathy, looking none to pleased as she stood at the back of a large refrigerated truck that was affectionately called The Meat Wagon. Dorian gave Emilia a pat on the back, his hand lingering for a moment against the bare skin at the back of her neck. "Ya go on and feed the sloths and lemurs. Just lay it out in the cage, ya can go in, just make sure to latch it up when your done. I'll lay some books out on the dining room table for you to look over then." Dorian fixed his shirt, tucking it back in under his trousers as he looked over towards Cathy as she unloaded a selection of coolers that were labeled for the sloths and lemurs. "I jus' don't know about her." He muttered under his breath before looking to Emilia. "I'll be in the study if ya need me, if ya get sometime though go ahead and tidy up around the house a bit and grab yourself a bite to eat."

Dorian left Emilia there then as he made his way up the side staircase towards the deck and entered the comfort of his home through the sliding glass door outside of his kitchen.
 
Emilia followed Dorian along, her eyes so rarely leaving his backside as they descended from the patio and went out to visit the two women play-fighting over a bucket of suds and two large sponges. They looked like they were having a blast as they taunted each other, only straightening up their act once Dorian came into view. Emilia beamed them a smile, offering them an extremely brief friendly cantor before Dorian sunk his hypothetical teeth into her flesh, tearing her from their sides as he brought her over to the ATV. Emilia hitched one leg over the large machine and wrapped her arms around Dorian's stomach tightly, leaning into him as it roared to life. The rumble of the engine caused the entire vehicle to vibrate and Emilia couldn't help but shift herself in order to get comfortable as she held onto the sweaty man before her.

The ATV bound across the off-road terrain as Emilia's eyes followed along the horizon, looking at every cage and building they passed. Her eyes were filled with wonder and amazement at everything Dorian pointed out for her to gaze at. She was in awe at their surroundings as he gave her a more private tour, his voice barely audible beneath the roar of the ATV as their bodies lurched against each other with each bump. Emilia's grasp around his stomach loosened slightly as she grew more comfortable with him, her head eventually resting between his sweaty shoulder blades as she stared out at the landscape.

Finally they came to a halt and Emilia nodded at Dorian's comment before hopping off of the machine with Dorian's assistance. Why would he say that? Now I just want to go sneak out to see Nova alone even more. A sly smirk crossed Emilia's lips as she once again found herself trailing after Dorian. She could still feel the vibrations from the ATV coursing through her veins as she walked towards the tan, overly fit woman. Introducing herself, Angela seemed to accept Emilia with open arms as she nodded towards the lions. Emilia knelt down, peering into the cage as the little cubs swarmed their mother. Returning to face Angela, Emilia offered her assistance before being shushed and motioned to move away as Angela finished her work.

"Oh, I'm sure I'll find Dorian's stash soon enough. Once I've got my hands in it, you've got my word it's all yours." Emilia offered Angela a wink, joining in on their fun as Dorian shook his head at her. Angela was a tough woman but there was something so approachable despite her aggressive appearance. She garnered respect, something Emilia immediately felt towards her. "Thanks so much, Angela! I'll definitely come bug you soon!" Emilia waved towards her as she followed Dorian back to the ATV, letting him lead her as he had done for the majority of the day so far.

The ride back to Dorian's estate seemed short but Emilia allowed herself to relax against the bear of a man as he rode them off towards his home. For a moment, Emilia allowed her fingertips to dance along the contours of his stomach, getting a feel for what his body was like beneath the shirt. She'd already gotten an eyeful of him the night prior in the hot tub but she found herself drawn to him as she toyed with his abs and rested against his back. It was oddly intimate as the ATV continued to kick up dirt behind them and flung them forth towards their destination.

Emilia remained silent as Dorian gave her a few orders before making a comment regarding Cathy. Emilia glanced over at Dorian curiously before letting her eyes fall on the woman who painstakingly emptied out the meat wagon and pushed the coolers forward. Nodding at his direction, Emilia made her way towards Cathy before greeting the sweaty girl with a smile. Cathy, on the other hand, appeared miserable and was all too eager to begin complaining to Emilia as soon as they were alone.

Cathy divulged to Emilia about how she felt like Dorian and the other wives didn't like her and that they were already trying to edge her out. Emilia spent a few moments listening to the woman's complaints but while trying to be friendly towards her, she couldn't help but feel like she was being watched. Like as if this was a test to make sure she'd bother to take her responsibilities seriously as opposed to gab with a complaining friend. No more than two minutes passed before Emilia offered Cathy a sympathetic apology tied with the excuse of being on a time restraint and needing to feed a few animals. Placing the sloth cooler on top of the lemur cooler, Emilia lifted them up with no more than a brief struggle and began to make her way towards the cages.

The walk took only about five minutes and by the time Emilia arrived in front of the pen that was decorated in a rainforest-est layout. Placing the coolers down by the entrance, she carefully opened the pen and stepped in with the cooler labeled Sloth. "Hey guys," she chimed in, closing the gate behind her and stepping towards the cecropia tree in the center of the pen where the trio of sloths were quite literally hanging out in. "Who's hungry?" They eyed her curiously, one reaching out an arm as its claws pointed towards her. "Hungry, hmm Cocoa?" She knelt down and opened the cooler, finding three mangoes within. They had already been sliced up, clearly one mango for each of the slow moving creatures.

Removing one of the mangoes from the cooler, Emilia plucked one of the square slices and walked over to Cocoa. Cocoa gleefully accepted the fresh fruit, mashing its lips together as it enjoyed its meal. Emilia spent about half an hour with the trio, hand feeding each one. Of course she could have laid out the mangoes on the ground but there was something special about feeding Toad, Cocoa and Bean.

Once complete, Emilia made her way towards the lemurs and entered their pen as the four ruffled lemurs watched her with wide eyes. By the time the pen locked behind her, one had flung itself across the pen and landed on her shoulder. Emilia dropped the cooler with a surprised yelp and fell back against the door to the pen before giggling and looking up at the large lemur staring back at her.

"I don't even have to look at you to know that you're Chili. You're a hungry fella, hmm?" She moved her hand up towards the creature's face who subsequently sniffed her and wrapped its arms around her forearm. "Oh, you're such a cutie. Come on, let's get you all fed."

The quartet surrounded her as she opened the cooler and they all dove into the container, grabbing their choices of fresh fruit and berries as they quickly emptied out the contents of the cooler. Emilia spent about twenty minutes with the sweet lemuridaes before pulling the empty cooler from their pen and making her way back towards the estate. Dropping off the two empty coolers with a miserable Cathy, Emilia made her way back into the air conditioned home.

The moment Emilia pushed the front door open, a wall of cool air nearly pushed her over and she let out a relieved sigh. Her clothes were completely soaked through with sweat and she ascertained that she more than likely didn't smell as nice as she had this morning (thank goodness for deodorant!). Her first order of business was making her way towards the study where she found Dorian face down in a stack of paperwork. "Hey!" She interrupted his train of thought as she garnered his attention. Flashing him a smile, she leaned against the archway. "All seven of our little omnivores have been fed. I was going to make myself a sandwich, would you like one?" As Dorian accepted her offer, Emilia disappeared from the study and made her way into the kitchen.

No more than fifteen minutes later did Emilia return to the study with a plate in each hand. Within her brief time away, Emilia had spent a few moments in the bathroom splashing her face with water and wiping the extra sweat from her body. She set one plate down on Dorian's desk before moving over to one of the large leather couches and placing her plate down on the coffee table. "Just a simple ham and cheese with a bit of mustard. I heard through the grapevine that you can't stand mayo so I made sure to put extra on your sandwich." She winked at him, teasing Dorian as she reached down to grab one of the chips on her plate. Dorian's sandwich had been sliced diagonally and a healthy portion of potato chips sat next to the sandwich. Before digging into her lunch any further, Emilia got up and glanced around the study before making a beeline to one of the bookshelves. "So what have you been up to for the past hour?" She offered Dorian some small talk as her fingers danced along the spines of a few books before she found what she was looking for. A book on sloths and two books on lemurs - one general and one specifically on the ruffled lemur species. They weren't heavy reads, fortunately. She'd be able to get through them fairly quickly. Bringing them back with her to the couch, she sunk back down onto the leather and placed the books to the side before digging in to her sandwich.
 
Dorian shifted the papers about on his desk, arranging them in a nice, neat pile as Emilia settled his lunch down before him. "Mayo, yuck, just the word makes me cringe." He said with a grimace as he pulled the top slice of the bread up and stuffed a handful of chips underneath it. With an audible crunch, Dorian pressed the bread back down and smashed the chips into place within his sandwich. Dorian chomped down on his sandwich, stuffing his mouth full while he watched Emilia out of the corner of his eyes. He washed his bite down with a can of coke that rested on his desk before bothering to try to respond to her inquiry.

"Eh, I've been busy filtering through some potential additions to The Den." His voice perked up hopefully as he wiped the crumbs off of his beard. "I found an interesting lead on a female white tiger." Dorian huffed under his breath as he looked down over the stack of papers. "She's gonna cost a lot though, I'm stuck in a fucking bidding war, which is why this upcoming party is really, really, important. One of, hell our biggest investor is gonna be here. I'm hoping I can convince him to help us out. I've been looking for someone to introduce to Nova, I need to get this one." He finally exhaled in one heavy breath as he wrought his brows together before he glanced over to Emilia with a look of concern that was mixed with unflappable determination.

"Anyway, you let me worry about that little miss thing." Dorian took another hefty bite of his sandwich, grinding it to pulp within his mouth as he spoke. "You got books to read." Again, he brought the can of coke over to wash his food down before he stuffed the rest of the sandwich into his mouth. With his cheeks puffed up, Dorian got up out of his chair, snatched his can of coke, and proceeded towards the door that led back into the living room. Absently his hand slid down into the pocket of his pants, fumbling for a phone that he fished out. HIs throat bulged as he swallowed down the rest of his sandwich, finishing it all of with one last swig of coke. "I gotta few calls to make. If you didn't know there's a hurricane on its way, from the forecast it ain't looking good. So we're gonna have to hunker down if it doesn't change paths soon."

Dorian paused by the doorway, looking back towards Emilia. "This place is pretty damn sturdy, and well, I hate to say it, but the room. That's the safest place in here in the event of a strong hurricane." His eyes shifted slightly upwards towards the ceiling at the comment before looking back to Emilia. "Let's see, it's Tuesday, the storms supposed to hit sometime Friday, or late Thursday. So depending on the updated forecast tomorrow, we might be shutting down for the rest of the week. Gotta cover all of the cages with tarps, make sure everything is nailed down and secure."

"Once that's done, well then it's time to booze it up before we go about assessing any damages and cleaning up the mess." Dorian lingered for a moment. "Don't you worry though, ain't the first hurricane that's hit us here. We'll be alright so long as we're ready for it."

With that Dorian left the room, leaving Emilia to her research as he made his way upstairs, into the privacy of his own room. He had a very important call to make, one which Emilia had no business overhearing.
 
Emilia seemed elated over the idea of another white tiger. Despite her excitement, she kept herself silent as Dorian explained the reasoning behind the upcoming party he had discussed with Bee earlier in her double wide trailer before digging into the sandwich that he managed to practically inhale it. Emilia barely had a chance to speak before Dorian had already pushed himself back from the desk and made his way out of the study. Halting in the doorway, he filled Emilia in on the upcoming storm that caught her by surprise. Consequences of living in Florida, I suppose. Her eyes followed Dorian's glance upward as he brought up the dungeon on the second floor. "Well, let's hope it's nothing more than a little tropical storm, hmm?" She offered him a gentle smile as he turned and left. Unbeknownst to her, the impending hurricane was gearing up to make landfall as a category three hurricane. Strong enough to force them into the most secure room of the house. Emilia's thoughts wandered temporarily over to the dilapidated trailers that sat at the corner of the property and housed the employees lower on the totem pole. I'm sure they have some type of bunker for them.

Now left to her own devices, Emilia slowly enjoyed the sandwich and handful of chips before lying back in the couch and digging into the educational book on lemurs. An hour and a half had passed before Tiffany surprised her, practically prancing into the room with a joyful greeting, measuring tape hanging off of her shoulders from around her neck.

"Hey, girl! How's your first day going?" Tiffany plopped herself down on the coffee table and put her elbows on her knees before resting her head against her hands. The women talked back and forth for a bit, catching up on everything that had happened since they last saw each other the evening prior. Emilia intentionally left out the room sitting above them, choosing instead to let Tiffany know she had accepted Dorian's offer with open arms. They discussed the lemurs and sloths and after Tiffany warned Emilia to stay far away from Nova, Emilia filled her in on what had happened just a few hours earlier.

Dorian would be able to hear the women giggling and gossiping as Tiffany pulled Emilia over to the center of the room. From there, Tiffany was quick to take Emilia's measurements and scribble them down. "I know you probably think Dorian's a bit controlling but I promise you it's really for your benefit. This place runs so smoothly because he's always in control. It's a really good thing." Tiffany flashed Emilia an award winning smile as she reached out and touched her elbow, offering her a friendly pass. "Anyways, I can't even remember the last time I had to worry about what I wanted to wear." Her glance focused on something behind Emilia as she seemed lost in her thoughts for a moment. "He takes such good care of us. Hmm. I love him so much. I love all of this." She snapped out of it, now glancing back at Emilia. "You're really going to love it here. I'm so happy you're joining us!"

Tiffany leaned in to give Emilia a hug before promising to hand her measurements off to Bee immediately, who would then proceed to arrange Emilia's wardrobe with Dorian's strict approval. Once Tiffany disappeared from the estate, Emilia went to clean up her plate from lunch. Returning back to the study afterwards, she let herself relax back on the couch and focused on the book at hand.

The remainder of the day seemed to go by easily. With her main focus on the three books, Dorian left her alone while moving throughout the estate. What Emilia had caught of Dorian's phone conversations, they seemed extremely urgent. It was hard not to focus on Dorian's low voice when he was around but she managed to tune him out for the most part. When dinner time rolled around, Dorian collected Emilia and had her cook for the two of them and his three wives. She was happy to meet his request and put together a feast fit for, well, five people. A large salad paired with homemade enchiladas that were gone within minutes of the casserole dish hitting the table. Most of the conversation that evening was genuine and flowed easily but Sandy spent the majority of dinner keeping to herself and shooting daggers at Emilia when Dorian wasn't looking. Isabella was quick to offer her assistance in the kitchen afterwards and her and Emilia had a moment to catch up over some dirty dishes. They then met Dorian, Sandy and Tiffany in the recreation room and enjoyed a few drinks and a couple of rounds of pool.

The evening ended on a positive note as everybody went their separate ways and Emilia enjoyed a steaming hot shower to rid herself of the day's stress. Much to her hesitation, Emilia crawled into bed naked that night and quickly drifted off to sleep.

Morning came too soon as a trail of light blazed its way into Emilia's room. The naked woman stretched beneath the silky covers, feeling the mattress gently sway beneath her body as she did so. Hmm, I can get used to this. Despite her hesitation, sleeping naked within the silky sheets actually felt pretty incredible. Begrudgingly pulling herself from the bed, she made her way into the closet and pulled out an outfit that matched the prior day's outfit almost exactly - a pair of tight grey leggings and a purple sports bra. Brushing her teeth and throwing her hair into a pony tail, Emilia made her way out into the kitchen and joined Dorian as he sipped at his coffee out of the bright orange mug.

"Morning!" She flashed him the brightest smile. "How'd you sleep?"
 
Dorian tore his gaze away from the small television monitor in the kitchen as Emilia entered the room and greeted him with her chirpy, cheery demeanor. Somebudy's a morning person... Dorian mused to himself as he set his coffee mug down and flashed a smile that melted into a yawn her way. "Not as well as you, apparently." He quipped before gesturing towards the weather channel report that was flashing all sorts of warnings across the display. "They upgraded it, category three, might even reach four before it makes land fall." Dorian said grimly before polishing off his coffee.

As he set the mug down on the kitchen island (leaving it for Emilia to clean up later) Dorian strolled over towards the sink and splashed some water on his face. "You and me, we got a busy day ahead of us." Dorian rubbed his hands over his face before turning towards Emilia, setting his hip against the edge of the sink. "Baptism by fire, babe." He gave her a half hearted grin as he plucked up a towel and wiped his face off. "I have to make my rounds, check in with everyone and everything and make sure we're ready for this sucker when it hits." Dorian turned, resting his rump against the edge of the sink now as he let out a sigh. "You on the other hand, your gonna be here, making sure all the pens around my property are properly tarped. Now, don't fret, you got all day and even some of tomorrow to get it done and when I come back tonight I'll give them a look over and help you fix anything before the storm rolls over us."

He paused as he looked towards a clip on his belt where his phone resided as it started to hum and vibrate. "The Meat Wagon will drop off the food, make sure the animals are fed like always." Dorian took a moment to press a button on the phone, sending a text message that he'd return the call asap. "Down on the ground level is the storage shed, it's built into the side of the house. The tarps, ropes, hooks, ladders, and bungy cords are all in there." He reached into his pocket, snatching up a set of keys and laid them on the counter. "Make sure to lock it up and leave the keys right here on the counter when your done."

"Now's the time to hit me up with any questions sweets, because I gotta get going after you finish up your breakfast." And to his word, Dorian remained in the kitchen, glossing over any questions she might have while doing his best to reassure her that she would be just fine on her own here. "Just do the best you can, make sure those tarps are tight and secure. Like I said, I'll be back before nightfall, and I'll double check em and triple check em first thing in the morning." Again, Dorian's phone buzzed and before Emilia could protest her boss was already answering the phone as he made his way out of the kitchen with a perturbed look upon his face. "Yeah, yeah, I'm busy too, look this ain't the first storm we've dealt with. Yeah, I know, I'm on my way!" The echo of the front door slamming carried through the house, leaving Emilia alone in the kitchen to finish what was left of her breakfast and get to work.

For Dorian the day was a blur of headaches, hassles, and hands on problem solving. Every exhibit, every pen, every shelter was visited by the big boss man of The Den that day. The bunker where the employees would retreat to if the storm got to dangerous was checked over with a fine eye. Evacuation plans and assembly points were gone over with the staff. He met with his higherups, delegating out his authority to make sure that everything was going to be ready. He even helped hammer up some ply wood panels over the windows of the freshly painted office.

By the time Dorian returned home and parked his ATV it was well past supper time and he was exhausted. Still he trekked around the perimeter of his home, examining the tarps that Emilia had managed to get in place. He tugged at them, peered at the way she strapped them down, fixed what needed fixing before finally ascending the steps that led up towards the deck.

"You did good." Dorian offered as he caught a glimpse of Emilia as his weary body trudged through the kitchen. "I'm gonna grab a shower, grab a drink, stuff my face, and probably zonk out on the sofa." His heavy eyes briefly passed over his assistant as he made his way out of the kitchen, ignoring the temptation to grab dinner as he made his way towards the stairs that led up towards his private level. As his sluggish steps took him up those stairs, Dorian tugged his sweat stained shirt off of his body and laid it over the bannister (because, well, Emilia would pick it up) as he entered his bedroom and shut the door with a resigned huff.
 
Dorian seemed a bit rushed this morning, going over everything that was expected of her while Emilia stood there and watched the whirlwind of expectations for the two of them spew from his mouth. He seemed a bit strained, like something was hanging over his head but Emilia decided against pressing into the issue as she stood there silently and nodded. Her eyes fell towards the coffee maker, her throat practically throbbing at the promise of the hot, delectable liquid. She'd need to have a large cup before starting her rounds this morning, that much was for sure. To her side, the weather map continued flashing across the television screen as the weatherman panicked and oversold the impending hurricane. Despite Dorian's rushed demeanor, he seemed none too worried about the impending storm and focused more on being prepared than concerned.

Emilia remained in place as Dorian seemed to whiz around the kitchen. The implication of being on her own for her second day was daunting and made Emilia's stomach sink in trepidation. She'd be fine, if Dorian trusted her enough to handle things then she could surely handle it, but the anxiety in her head swelled. "This is my second day, are you sure I can handle everything?" Dorian reassured her, a firm hand on her shoulder confirming that she would be just fine. "Feed the lemurs and sloths. Everybody else is taken care of, right?" When Dorian nodded, the knot in Emilia's stomach loosened slightly. She was overthinking everything right now but once things settled down, she could organize her day and get started. "Baptism by fire... I got this. Don't you worry about me." She offered Dorian another smile as his phone began vibrating again and just like that, he was gone.

The front door closed and Emilia allowed her eyes to widen as she stared at the counter top of the kitchen island. "Shit." Today was going to be a long day and there were so many concerns going through her mind. First things first though, coffee. Emilia snagged a mug and filled it to the brim and then proceeded to enjoy a homemade parfait, made decadent with honey, oats and mixed berries. As Emilia enjoyed her breakfast, she made a mental list of her day in an effort to organize her chores.

Clean kitchen, start setting up the tarps, lunch time for the animals, lunch time for me, finish reading the last book. Easy. See, Em? You're fine. You got this.

Once the parfait had been scraped clean and the coffee completely gone, Emilia made quick work of cleaning up the mess Dorian left behind. She ran a sponge over the counter tops and washed all of the dishes before putting them away. Emilia snatched up the set of keys Dorian had left for her and began making her way outside into the oppressive humidity. Before she got started, she couldn't help but make a pit stop in front of Nova's den. The white tiger bounded over to the edge of his cage to greet the new human.

"Hey sweet baby," Emilia cooed, kneeling down to come face to face with the majestic beast. Nova brushed along the cage, pacing back and forth as he craved Emilia's attention. Glancing around, Emilia found herself completely alone with the proclaimed vicious creature. Hesitating, Emilia slowly reached out and wrapped her fingers along the metal cage to let Nova feel her against his fur. Nova took note of her fingers in his cage and turned to brush the side of his face and his whiskers against her. He repeated this a few times before flopping over onto his back, pleading for belly rubs. Cautiously, Emilia reached in and began rubbing his belly while cooing at him the entire time. After a few moments, she slowly redacted her arm and Nova flopped back over, chirping at her in appreciation. Brushing his head up against the cage once more, Emilia finally stood up with the biggest gleam on her face. "You're not so mean, are ya? You just want some lovin'." Nova chuffed towards Emilia, his tail swishing behind him playfully.

Okay, come on. Get to work! Emilia found herself having trouble prying her attention from the sweet tiger but she somehow managed to and made her way towards the attached storage shed. Once coming upon it, Emilia was surprised at the vast size it its interior. It was about half the size of one floor of Dorian's estate and a mostly open room filled with supplies. The hurricane supplies were sitting right in the back corner waiting for Emilia to come grab them. Brushing off a few spiderwebs, Emilia went to grab one of the tarpaulins and was surprised at how heavy the fabric was. There was no way she'd be able to get to every cage by noon. In fact, she'd probably need all of today and half of tomorrow to do it properly if it was just her.

Emilia was already sweating by the time she'd dragged every last tarp out of the storage space, leaving them out behind the house. At least they had all been properly folded and stored, it would have been a mess otherwise. Next was the ropes, hooks and bungee cords. Emilia found a few boxes of them and brought them out. Finally, she'd need a ladder. Dorian had a few of them stored against the wall, hanging horizontally on hooks. Emilia stood on her toes in an effort to grab the lowest one to the ground. This should do. Bringing it back outside, Emilia locked the door behind her and went to return the keys to the kitchen island. It was better to leave them there than risk loosing them.

It had taken Emilia well over an hour just to get all of the supplies sorted and out of the storage space. This is going to be a long day. Glancing up at the sky, she took stock of the sun and contemplated how she was going to get everything done. Just stick to the game plan. Make sure to break for lunch. With that, Emilia began the process of securing the tarpaulin sheets over each cage. She loaded up one of the open ATVs that sat on the other side of the large home. Surely Dorian wouldn't mind Emilia borrowing this for the day, right? It made the job a lot easier, that's for sure!

Emilia visited a handful of pens, securing the tarps to the best of her ability while getting to know each animal she came into contact with. By the time the sun had centered itself directly above her in the sky, Emilia made her way back to the house and found Cathy once again working the meat truck. They bantered for a few minutes while Emilia collected the food for the seven animals she was responsible for. Lugging the coolers to their pens, Emilia made sure to spend time with each one as they grew to trust her just a little bit more today than they had the day prior. After about an hour of lunch time for the sloths and lemurs, Emilia returned the coolers to Cathy and then continued the job of getting everything ready for the hurricane despite her growling stomach that pleaded for her to stop and fill it.

It wasn't until the sky had been painted magnificent shades of yellow, orange and pink did Emilia finally settle back into the ATV and make the short trip back home. There was only maybe four to five hours left of work to be done but the sun was setting over the horizon and Emilia's groaning stomach was demanding that she start in on dinner. Throwing the remaining supplies back into the shed, Emilia parked the ATV where she had found it and then went inside to return the keys she had just grabbed to the kitchen counter.

Her sports bra was already over her head by the time she crossed into her bedroom and the leggings quickly followed. She didn't even bother to shut the door as she jumped into the shower and washed the immense amount of sweat and dirt from her body. Once fully clean, Emilia returned to her room and closed the door before looking through the clothes for another outfit to wear. Settling on another pair of far too tight leggings and a grey sports bra, Emilia made her way to the kitchen after depositing her dirty clothes into the washing machine. She'd start a load of laundry once Dorian got home.

Emilia then began to prepare for dinner, making enough for five just in case. Tonight was chicken alfredo with large chunks of broccoli. When Dorian finally returned home, he'd find Emilia putting the finishing touches on dinner. "Don't worry about it. Go get cleaned up, I'll pour you a drink."

By the time Dorian returned to Emilia, he'd find her in the dining room. Emilia had a large pour of bourbon waiting for him, a large ice cube cooling the amber liquid. A heaping plate of pasta sat there for him as well. Emilia hadn't started eating yet, a sign of respect. She didn't even place her fork into the plate until Dorian took his first bite.

"You look exhausted. Tell me what I can do to help." Emilia offered her support before inquiring on his day, wanting to hear everything he did.
 
Even inside the windowless dungeon of Dorian's perverse pleasures the wind would not be silenced. It howled like a banshee, rattling whatever was even the slightest bit loose while letting out a never ending whistle that seemed to wrap around his estate and hug it. The drumming from unrelenting sheets of rain merged with the maddening music of the storms powerful winds. Up above their heads, in the high vaulted ceilings of their dungeon like shelter, the bulbs swayed. Surprisingly the very foundation beneath their feet felt like it was steadily vibrating and humming in tune with the chaos of the hurricane that had engulfed The Den about a half hour ago.

Dorian seemed unfazed by it all as he peered towards the cards he held close enough to his face that they almost touched his nose. His hazel eyes peered over their ridges, scrutinizing Emilia who sat across from him on the other side of the wooden bondage table that had been repurposed for their card game. A bottle of rich and potent whiskey that was still three quarters full sat between them, it's amber contents faintly shifting as the storm continued its ceaseless assault. Heavy duty glasses with a few cubes of ice held their take from that bottle. There was more ice in a closed cooler at the side of the table, along with a bottle of Captain Morgan, some coke, and a dozen bottles of water. Snacks as well had been secured for the duration of their shelter here, a mixture of junk food, fresh fruit, veggies, and dip.

Lastly, Dorian had dug out his old cd player and set it up in the room. Currently a rather popular song from The Cure was playing in the background, just loud enough to be heard over the raging of the storm. Dorian couldn't help but tap his toes lightly, keeping in tempo with the music as he laid his cards face down upon the table. "Well, let's see if you can beat two pairs." His cheeks turned upward as he flipped his cards over to show a set of fours and sevens, certainly not the best hand, but they were just playing to pass the time. Though secretly, Dorian wanted to raise the stakes as he looked over to his young and curvy assistant, waiting for her to reveal her hand to him.

The past day had been an absolute hectic affair. Dinner with Emilia was about the only fleeting moment of relaxation that he could remember. It was a short lived and fleeting moment though as a few hefty drinks later he was passed out on the sofa from sheer exhaustion. He couldn't remember how the blanket and pillows had made it to him, but he was fairly sure they were Emilia's doing.

Morning came. Fresh coffee stirred him back to life. After a quick snack he was off to work, this time with Emilia in tow. The pair spent the remainder of the day working together to get the last of the tarps into place. To Emilia's merit, she had done a decent job on her own, but in all honesty it was a task that was far more suited for two people then someone to tackle on their own. The simple fact that she hadn't given up and half assed the assignment only served to reaffirm Dorian's feelings about selecting the relatively unknown young woman as his new apprentice.

In tandem they worked to secure his estate. Duct tape over the windows, panels of plywood that were nailed into place. During it all, Dorian was constantly getting updates from his senior staff members that were overseeing the operations from the four corners of The Den. By noon a drizzle and a brisk wind had descended upon them. By midafternoon, the drizzle had turned into spotty showers with winds that were rising, a fraction of a hint of the storm that was coming. When they had finally finished, it was late afternoon. The clouds in the sky were rolling, dark and thick, angry and ugly, and the rain was coming down hard. While the winds were just starting to gust, Dorian took a shower, then a nap.

He didn't bother to pick out Emilia's clothing for the night. With the body she had, she could wear a paper bag as far as Dorian was concerned and he wouldn't be disappointed. When he woke up, it was as dark as night outside, even though that time was hours away yet. "Time to get ourselves locked down, Em." Dorian had proclaimed as he led her up into his private bondage playroom, where they were going to spend the night until the storm had passed.
 
The following day, Emilia stuck to Dorian's side like a puppy dog enamored with its owner. They worked together to secure the rest of the place and by the time they made it back to the house, the wind was already howling against the structure. Dorian disappeared upstairs while Emilia completed a load of laundry, prepared them a small dinner and then proceeded to shower as well. By the time Dorian returned downstairs to scarf down the simple chicken salad Emilia had prepared, Emilia was all ready to stow away upstairs in his playroom. Her hair had been thrown up into a ponytail, her long red waves cascading down to between her shoulder blades. The clothes Dorian had ordered for her had been placed within the walk in closet earlier that day and Emilia spent a few minutes perusing the selections before settling on something simple and easy... black leggings that fit her like a second skin and a tight light yellow shirt that hugged her curves a bit too well. Although she was still not given panties, she had a selection of sports bras that were clearly meant to be worn as its own piece of clothing as opposed to a bra. This didn't stop Emilia from grabbing a black sports bra and using it to contain herself beneath the flimsy shirt.

So there they sat, listening to the storm just beginning to pick up as it battered against the makeshift fortress. Emilia's eyes flickered upwards, catching Dorian's gaze as he lowered his hand down onto the bondage table. Emilia groaned and followed suit, revealing her hand. The only good card she had was a two of spades that matched the two of hearts lined up between them. "You win again, dammit." Pushing her cards over to Dorian so that he could shuffle them back and pass out their next set of cards, Emilia took another sip of the amber liquor before licking her lips to taste the sweet nectar that remained upon them. They'd been up here for no more than an hour and already she found herself a bit bored. The whiskey helped with that though, she could feel her insides warming as it made its way through her body.

They continued to play their own makeshift version of poker while conversing. At one point, the sound of a thin tree branch slamming against the side of the house caused a startled Emilia to practically jump across the table while Dorian laughed at her. "Shut up," she mumbled before chuckling to herself under her breath. Emilia was on edge but the whiskey was slowly starting to change that. Her head began swaying slightly back and forth along to the music as they continued their competitive card game, Emilia clearly irked over the fact that Dorian had won the past five hands. "Your lucky streak is about to end, mister." She slammed down her full house and followed her victory back with another shot of whiskey.

Eventually the game turned into somewhat of a drinking game at Emilia's exhortation. The looser had to take a sip while the winner had to do a little dance. This had Emilia a bit more inebriated than she had originally intended while Dorian rocked his shoulders from side to side in a makeshift victory dance. They'd been locked in the room for about two and a half hours by the time Emilia was on her feet laughing and dancing while Dorian gingerly sipped at his third glass of whiskey. They were cracking up, having a bit too much fun at each others expense considering their dynamic.

"Okay, okay, I can't drink anymore. We've got to change the stakes." Emilia slid back down into her chair, sliding her cards over to Dorian while she leaned in and placed her elbows on the table, her chin resting against her knuckles. "So what do you say, mister boss man? What now?" She wasn't too inebriated to be unaware of what was going on but she was clearly too intoxicated to really care about much pretense.
 
Dorians cheeks widened as he collected the cards. "Thank god, I was starting to worry that you were going to drink me under the table." Dorian gave Emilia a playful wink as he began to sort the cards together. "As for changing the stakes, well there's really only one way to up the ante." His eyes shifted around the deserted room before looking back across the bondage/poker table towards his sultry assistant. "You won the last hand, so I'll do a dance, and take off my shirt." His grin widened in obvious amusement at the idea of doing a little jig for Emilia which he hoped would help cut away any tension from the subtle suggestion to move the game into strip poker land.

Before Emilia could form a protest, or comment much on the idea, Dorian was peeling himself out of his chair. He reached down, scooped up the last of his whiskey and took it down in one gulp before setting the now empty glass back down on the table with a thud. "Mmmm…" His body shivered as the whiskey poured warmth through his veins and lessened his inhibitions (as if he had many to speak of!). With his elbows tucked towards his sides and his fists balled up in front of his shoulders, Dorian began to do a rather poorly articulated dance number. But as he got into the mood, his movements became a little more pronounced and provocative.

"Don't you dare tell anyone else about this!" He exclaimed as his fingers settled in around the base of his trousers and he started to wiggle his shirt out from beneath his pants. "You'd be so fire, plus ya know, the non-disclosure agreement you signed, I'm pretty sure that includes stuff like this." Dorian laughed as he turned around and waggled his butt towards Emilia. The shirt kept coming up as Dorian spun back around to face Emilia. He stumbled a little as it swept over his face, but he regained his balance. Soon the shirt was stretching up over his head as Dorian took hold of it around the base of the collar, until it was finally peeled away from his hairy torso. As Dorian pulled it free, he looked across the table towards Emilia, spun the shirt around his head a few times and then flung it towards her.

With flushed cheeks and a smile that he just couldn't wipe away, Dorian plopped back down into his chair and looked towards the deck of cards. "Alright, game on." He stated with a cock sure confidence as he began to shuffle the cards. "The games Blackjack, loser strips. In the event of a tie, we both lose." He snorted out, chuckling as he began to deal their hands.

Outside the wind roared, rattling the shingles on the roof over their heads. The lights above swayed and flickered with uncertainty, tossing layers of shadow about the room whenever they dimmed. Still the power held on by its fingertips as the land was ravaged by mother natures unbridled fury. If the power went out, Dorian wouldn't be concerned, it would only take a few minutes for the back up generators to kick in. Although he couldn't help but be curious as to how Emilia might react in that moment if it came to pass. His lips twitched, peering over the cards laid out before him as he peeled back his face down card and stared across the table towards the sultry little red head across from him. "Hit me."
 
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The amusement that spanned across the pale red head's face was blatant. Her pink lips curved upwards at the edges and she let out a giggle, her deep blue eyes plastered on Dorian as he swayed about the room and slowly peeled the tucked in shirt out from his waistband. Elation was all that Emilia could feel as her face flushed slightly and she practically choked on the sip of savory whiskey that was making its way down her throat. Another playful giggle followed a cough as she cleared her throat of the amber liquid. Leaning forward, Emilia clapped her hands slowly along with the song that played in the background, egging Dorian on as his body swayed to the music with a bit of drunken swagger. Once his shirt flung across the room, landing against Emilia, she let out a little squeal of humor and grabbed for it, pulling it down into her lap as Dorian's scent enveloped her.

"Shame I don't have a camera on me." Her tease was followed by her tongue sliding from between her lips before she fell back into the chair, her eyes roaming across Dorian's thick torso.

Hit me.

Emilia grabbed for the stack of freshly shuffled cards and placed two cards in front of each of them, one face down and one face up. A seven sat in front of Dorian while an Ace faced up in front of Emilia. "Hmm, looks like my lucky streak continues." She peered at the hidden card. A two? Are you kidding me? Shoot... She placed another card in front of Dorian before drawing a card for herself. No more than twenty seconds later, she revealed her hand. "Twenty two, bust." She groaned, pushing her chair back. "That non disclosure works both ways, remember that!"

With that, she twirled and took another step back before swaying her hips along to the music that boomed out from the speakers behind Dorian. What started out as a sensual movement turned into a joke dance; Emilia's left arm rose to mimic that of steering while her right arm rose and shifted, as if grabbing for a shifter. Her motions were followed by another fit of chuckles as her head jerked to the side, sending her hair over her shoulder and whipping back over her neck before it settled back down between her shoulder blades in the tight ponytail.

After a brief moment of busting out the whitest dance moves she knew (because the Bus Driver is by far the best dance ever when you have zero rhythm), she moved her hands down towards her waist and let her fingers creep in beneath the hem of the tight yellow shirt. The joke dance was quickly replaced by another sensual sway of her hips before she peeled off the delicate fabric and pulled it over her head. Her pale skin was now clad in a black sports bra and the far too tight fitting black leggings that were no more than a second skin to her thick legs. With her hips still gyrating slightly, Emilia tossed the soft yellow fabric over to Dorian and watched as it hit his face.

Sauntering back over to her seat, she sunk down and placed out the next hand. The tension between the them seemed to grow as they tried to tactfully beat one another in the simple card game. After two hits, Emilia jumped up with her arms in the air. "Blackjack, baby!" She enjoyed the strip tease Dorian provided for her, rendering him in nothing more than his underwear. Once the third hand came around and Emilia lost, she pouted at him. It didn't seem fair that he had underwear to protect his dignity yet he didn't provide her with a single set of panties. He knew what he was playing towards and unless Emilia wanted to reveal her sex to him, she had to remove her sports bra.

Of course, there was no backing down by the competitive vixen. She slid the chair back as her eyes remained locked on Dorian, her lower lip pulled into her mouth between her teeth as she took a few steps back. The first strip dance had been a joke but this second dance was all too sybaritic as her hand ran up her thighs and she slowly rocked her body into the most delicate twirl, showing her naked abdomen to Dorian from all angles before carefully reaching behind her to tweak her fingers against the clasp of the sports bra. Dorian's eyes were watching her body carefully, waiting to see the black bra remove from her chest to reveal the delicate, perky features it encompassed. Before unclasping it completely, Emilia turned so that her back was facing Dorian. Shifting her fingers, the clasp came undone and Emilia let the sports bra fall to her feet as she rolled her body from side to side, her spine curving along with the swaying motion while she looked over her shoulder to see Dorian's reaction.

Finally, she crossed her arms over her chest and turned, barely revealing the perky mounds as she took her seat across from Dorian once again. Keeping one arm across her chest to cover her pert nipples, Emilia reached over to the deck and placed out their cards. "Last round before one of us ends up totally naked." Her eyes scanned the spacious room behind Dorian before an idea popped into her head. They'd been going back and forth with winning and in Emilia's inebriated mind, this clearly meant that she was going to win the next round. "Let's make this even more interesting. Normal stripping stakes for a regular hand. If the loser looses by busting, the winner gets to put the loser into, hmmm," she paused her sentence, glancing around the room a bit more, "one of your many, many restraints." She bit her lip again, her cheeks flushing despite her candor. "And that means that the winner gets to strip the loser of their remaining clothes, too."

Glancing at the face-down card, she offered Dorian a little smirk. "Hit me."
 
The storm battering against the house had quickly solidified itself as one of Dorian's favorite hurricanes in recent memory. Stranded in his bondage parlor, drunk on some damn good whiskey, playing strip poker one on one with his newest assistant, who was on the brink of baring it all for him. Sure, Dorian was in the same boat, left with just his form fitting baby blue briefs concealing his crotch, but in this winner take all moment that fact was an afterthought. The hands had been swinging back and forth like a pendulum, he was sure that cycle would finally break. When it did, could this night really get much better?

Emilia's sudden offer to kick the stakes up to a far more scintillating degree answered that unspoken question with a resounding, yes. "Your on." Dorian murmured, his voice just barely audible over the din of the storm that was thrashing against the exterior of his home. He mimicked Emilia as he tugged his bottom lip inward and gently chewed over it in tense and nervous anticipation. His gaze wandered over the hands that had been laid out before them. Fate seemed to be on his side as he smirked towards the jack of diamonds that showed face up on his side of the table compared to the four of clubs laying out in front of Emilia. His eyes narrowed deviantly upon her own when she requested that hit. A straight up ten of hearts slid across the table to join her four of clubs, and immediately the face down card was flipped over to reveal a queen. Emilia had just busted.

For a second that seemed to linger on and on in Dorians mind the room fell quiet as they both stared at her overturned hand. Finally Dorian spoke as a grin worked its way over his lips. "Twenty-four, uh oh, Emy. That's a bust." The lights flickered on and off briefly as Dorian kicked his chair back and stood up. The thrill of this moment was all to apparent in the bulge that had risen up to press against the smooth fabric of the briefs that molded around the shape of his fully erect shaft. He clapped his hands together as he looked down upon the dainty redhead seated across from him. He didn't even bother to flip his cards over as he rubbed his hands together like some over eager villain while his eyes swept over the room and its vast contents. That's when the gleam of the dark metal pipes caught his eyes. They lingered on them, inspecting the stout rods, anchors, and angled attachments that were neatly gathered together next to a large power drill and a box of wood screws.

"Yeah, to the victor, goes the spoils." He murmured as his giddy eyes moved back towards Emilia as he stepped around the table towards her. "Alright doll, let's be a good sport about this." He grinned down towards her as swept his hand around her forearm and possessively went to help her up out of her chair. A quick, yet playful smack on her ass would soon follow as Dorian escorted Emilia across the wooden boards of the floor towards a distant corner of the room. "I'm gonna need you to turn around, face me, and press your back against the wall." He stated as he let his guiding hand fall away from her forearm. Quietly Dorian smacked his lips as he moved over to the assortment of heavy metal bondage pipes and began to pick out the ones he wanted to use to drill her up against the wall.
 
The red headed vixen's complexion drained completely as the ten of hearts was slid across the table. Suddenly, her lucky streak had run out. The entire evening they'd been batting their winnings back and forth like a game of tennis, the luck of each draw surprisingly predictable. As Emilia sat there, her pale face turning even more pale, she realized what she had just gotten herself into. She looked up at Dorian like a wide-eyed doe, the dark blue hues of her eyes glinting beneath the swaying lights as they flickered ominously. There was a brief glimmer of fear that rounded out her otherwise almond shaped eyes but as her eyes wandered down Dorian's thick frame, landing on the protruding erection barely hidden behind the light blue fabric, that fear seemed to dissipate. Even with her quick glance, she could make out the shape of his cock head and then withdrew her eyes from their position to lock her gaze once again with Dorian as he approached her with a hunger that made her own belly tremble with lust.

The sensation of butterflies roaring to life within her abdomen was more like a rush of embers rising from an incensed pit of fire within her pelvis. Emilia felt a slight shock of fear, sure, but the sudden intense arousal hit her like a ton of bricks. For a moment she felt abashed, a surprised yelp coming from her at Dorian tugged her upwards and forced her arm to move from her chest, exposing the milky white, perky mounds her forearm had been hiding. They jiggled before falling perfectly into place, her nipples standing erect as they paced over to the wall. Emilia's chest was heaving as they made their way to the wall, the gleam from the malicious looking implements intended to hold her in place catching her eye.

Another startled yap came from Emilia as his palm cracked against her ass, the vibration of his hand causing another rush of embers to coax her body. Once next to the wall, Emilia turned to face Dorian as he walked away. Catching herself by surprise, the corners of Emilia's lips turned upwards into a grin as she took a step back and pressed her bare back against the wall. Her lower back was arched slightly as her breasts protruded from her body. You want this. Her thoughts were accusatory as she eyed Dorian, exhilaration sweeping through every inch of her body. She felt intoxicated but it wasn't the hard liquor that caused this sensation, it was the anticipation of what Dorian was about to do to her.

"Just remember," Emilia started, gnawing at her lower lip as she let her eyes wander over Dorian's backside as he let his fingertips rummage across his tools, "all you get to do is restrain me and strip me." Although her words were a confirmation of the deal they had put into place, she recognized the challenging tone she had put out. She also recognized the growing wetness hidden within her slit, something that Dorian would surely notice the moment the waistband of her leggings were pulled down to her thighs. Truth be told, Emilia had been curious about this room since the moment Dorian first brought her into it. Now that she had accidentally thrown herself into Dorian's mercy, she quietly hoped he wouldn't give her a choice once her hands were restrained.

The moment Dorian turned to begin his approach onto his assistant, Emilia pressed her arms against the wall. Her elbows were extended from her body to either side of her at shoulder height and her wrists were placed daintily above her head. "Tell me how you want me," she murmured, looking up at him from beneath heavy eyelids, wordlessly consenting to his complete control.
 
"Tell me how you want me."​

Dorian could feel the hair on the back of his neck rise in anticipation when Emilia murmured so submissively over to him. His hands paused upon a small length of cold pipe as he looked over towards the slender and pale curves of Emilia that were pressed up against the wooden wall. She was into it. He could see it in her heavy drooping eyes, in the way her nipples had pronounced themselves upon the peaks of her firm breasts. That initial fear and uncertainty had all but melted away and that fact left him nearly as breathless as Emilia. "How about if I show you, how I want you." With a downcast turn of his hazel eyes over her waiting body Dorian responded in a husky deep tone. "Just stay still for now."

Quickly he turned his attentions back to the arrangement of sturdy plumping pipes that waited upon the work bench. His hands moved, selecting a matching pair of small lengths of pipe. Pushing them aside, Dorian collected two pairs of matching ninety degree elbow pieces that were capped with mounting brackets on one end. With familiar ease he began to thread them over the pipes until they were firmly fixed into place. Once they were ready, Dorian opened a door full of segregated screws, gathered up a small handful, and then stuffed them in his mouth. He grabbed the power drill then, picked up one of the brackets, tucked it under his right bicep and pressed it against his side before he turned towards Emilia. His deliberate steps soon led him over to the young woman whose presence had all but made him forget about the storm that was hammering against the surrounds just outside the walls of his estate. The tension had his blood pumping straight down into his throbbing slab of hardened meat that was still compressed beneath his tight briefs.

He stood before her, his cheeks that were stuffed like a little chipmunk shifted about as he worked his tongue over the screws, leading one to jut from his lips. His breath fell out of his nostrils and rippled down over Emilia's face and shoulders while he reached out for her right wrist. His eyes remained locked on hers, soaking up that look of surrender that flickered within them as he ran his hand along her forearm until his fingers could wrap about her slender wrist. They tightened, then dragged her arm up higher and out to her side, extending her limb fully. Carefully Dorian leaned his weight forward, letting it emanate through him, travel down his arm, until Emilia could feel his mass on her wrist. Dorian kept his weight transferred forward through his palm as it pressed over her wrist before he finally untangled his fingers. With careful insistence he moved his palm beyond her wrist, rubbing it over the edge of her palm until his fingers could wrap about her own. As Dorian entwined his rough fingers around the softer texture of her own, he leaned forward until the fringes of his hair could be felt brushing against the slopes of her bared breasts. He whispered into her waiting ear as he let the heat between them radiate. "Just, like that, move your other arm up and stay still."

Reluctantly Dorian pulled back, took a deep breath, and then let his hand uncoil from hers as he reached down to gather the short length of pipe that was capped with elbow pieces. His intense gaze turned towards her waiting wrist as he lifted that bracket of binding pipes up and pressed it down over her wrist. That cold round metal pressed against the soft wrist of Emilia, trapping it flush between the wall and its cool metallic shape. "Stay, still." Dorian murmured again as he plucked the first screw of many from between his lips and fished it into one of the holes on the outer most bracket. The drill came up while his fingers kept the screw in place and the edge of his hand kept the tube loosely in place around her wrist. The buzz of the hand held drills engine surged to life as Dorian began to fix that first screw into place. Once the first was fully embedded in that sturdy wall, the rest would be far easier to secure, until Emilia's wrist was absolutely, rigidly, locked in place.
 
"How about I show you how I want you."

Emilia visibly shuddered, a display of goosebumps giving rise across her soft skin as she held back a gasp. It took her everything to remain quiet and in place while her thighs just barely quivered from need. She watched as Dorian finished sorting through his assortment of pipes and fittings, those delicious lips encompassing an arrangement of screws that held promise of securing her against the wall. There's no turning back. You asked for this. You're getting exactly what you want. Her eyes followed his mostly naked frame down to his large feet before slowly rising back up, enjoying every curve and contour of his body. And you want him.

Despite her intoxicated and seemingly confident demeanor, Emilia felt her insides trembling from a twisted combination of elation and nervousness. She could barely breathe, yet her chest heaved with tenacity as her hips swayed ever so gently out from the cool wall. The room continued to vibrate around them, the wall she was leaning against seemingly palpitating against her bare skin. Emilia's eyes followed Dorian while her chin rose, watching as he once again resumed his position in front of her, towering over her in a domineering stance. Emilia couldn't look away, her eyes gazing up into Dorian's dark and commandeering stare with awe.

The room seemingly stopped quavering, no longer was there anything else within this world except for the large man that stood before her. His imposing figure dwarfed Emilia, making her neck crane slightly to keep up with his gaze as her back arched out from the wall. Her lust was letting itself be known as she squirmed the slightest bit beneath his leer. The small hairs at the back of her neck perked up as his warm breath caressed her skin and Emilia couldn't help but let out the tiniest little squeak as Dorian's fingertips danced across her skin. The visible goosebumps followed his touch while a shiver made its way down Emilia's spine. When his fingers found purchase between her own, Emilia tightened her own grip around his meaty hand. She could feel every callous and scar that made up his thick, weathered palm. She didn't want to let him go. She wanted to feel the roughness of his touch on so much more of her body. She couldn't help her reaction as her breathing trembled but she bit back the carnal moan that attempted to push its way from her throat. Instead, she breathed in, savoring Dorian's scent as his lips just barely brushed against her ear.

He could feel her entire body tremble, she was sure of it. As if under some sort of lust-fueled spell, Emilia's arm slithered upwards against the wall and mocked the same position Dorian had placed her right arm. She so badly wanted to tell him to do it himself, to hold her in place and force his restraints on her, but she couldn't find the words. The thick tension surrounding the two of them seemed to choke her.

Although his attention moved from her face now over to her wrist, Emilia was still fully enrapt with Dorian's facial features. The way he focused so fully on her wrist and pushed his strength completely onto the slender and delicate pieces of bone and muscle that connected her hand to her forearm made her toes curl. She watched as he affixed the cold steel pipe to the wall, imprisoning her as if nothing more than a piece of furniture.

Once the drill's final whir came to an end, Dorian's attention fell back onto Emilia's face. She was still staring at him, her gaze full of wonder and desire that only he could fulfill. Her body remained perfectly flush against the wall save for the curve of her lower spine but her left arm moved off of the wall suddenly. Cautiously, Emilia extended her arm out towards Dorian and brushed her palm against his cheek tenderly. There was something primal about the way she touched him, her thumb running gently over his cheek bone while her fingertips dug into the back of his jaw gingerly. With barely any strength, she pulled for Dorian to lower his head down towards her own. Her hand drew him in close, pushing his warm forehead against her slightly sweaty one as she gazed upwards into his eyes. The tip of her nose brushed against the side of his own, the intimate contact making her lips just barely part as her warm breath swept over his lips. There was no more than half an inch between their lips, she could practically feel them brushing against hers, but they never closed the negligible gap. In this moment, Emilia was soaking Dorian in. Her breathing was ragged, her face was flushed and it took every last bit of control for Emilia not to push her chin up to crash her lips into Dorian's.
 
Dorian's brows drew inward as his forehead fell across Emilia's. The intensity of the moment consumed him. Her scent filled his nostrils and he couldn't help but imagine the taste of her lips pressing against his own. Playfully Dorian snapped his teeth towards her mouth as he reached his free hand over and pulled her hand away from his face. Slowly he led it back towards the wall high over her head and stretched out to her side like her other secured arm. That last bit of distance was closed with a firm slap of her wrist against the grainy texture of the wall.

"Keep it there, this time." He breathed out against her mouth before he let her hand go and made his way back to the nearby work bench. Another handful of screws was stuffed into his mouth and the next pipe was gathered up before Dorian strode back to stand before her once more. There wasn't any hesitation as he positioned himself directly before Emilia, letting his dark and hungry eyes drop down over her body as he settled himself invasively before her. The weight of his chest leaned forward, compressing down against the peaks of her perky bared breasts. His hair twisted and fell against her flesh while the warmth of his skin permeated into Emilia. Dorian reached up and placed the other binding arrangement of pipes over her waiting wrist and began to screw it into place.

With every screw that drove into the wood, Dorian remained before Emilia, shifting subtlety to let more of him press down over her. As her wrist was patiently being rigidly bound upon the wall the king of The Den rolled his hips forward and let her feel his hunger for her. That pulsing shape, hugged by the smooth fabric of his athletic briefs squeezed inward against the form fitting spandex bottoms that smothered Emilia's eager mound. Raspy breaths fell out of his mouth and down her waiting body as he rubbed suggestively against her while the last screw was driven in to the bracket, leaving her with both wrists bound to the wall. Now that he had her where he wanted her, Dorian lingered, enjoying the heat and intimacy of the moment that was pulsing between them. He could barely pull his wide eyed stare away from her own, let alone draw his throbbing erection away from her tight little slit.

With a deep breath of regret that bathed her sweat glossed body with his vigorous intentions, Dorian finally pulled himself away. Upon his return to the bench he began to assemble the next pair of binding pipes. They were slightly longer, Emilia could see that much out of the corner of her eye as he put them together. When they were finished, Dorian gathered up both of them and with his mouthful of screws he returned and knelt down on the floor. As he laid the two sets of pipes down before him, he craned his neck to look up over her legs, along her belly, beyond her bared chest, until his eyes found hers. He spit the screws in his mouth out into the palm of his hand, before he spoke. "Now it's time for your legs. Keep them steady." His eyes fell from hers as Dorian reached over and settled his fingers around her ankle and began to force her leg to part out to her side. As he held it in place he reached over towards the waiting bracket and prepared to rivet her ankle against the wall.
 
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