Innocence? [Tyr x Gondolina]

[Gondolina]

Wiping the sweat off her brow, Yvette looked at the name of the building that she had came upon. For about the thousandth time, she wondered yet again why her father had to entrust such a menial task to her as delivering an envelope to one of his colleagues, and in such a god-forsaken place as this. She had already gotten lost twice, but now it seemed that she found the correct industrial building at last. It was summer, so she was dressed in a pair of denim shorts and a loose white blouse, complete with a pair of flip flops. The building almost looked deserted, but she supposed it was because it was the weekend.

As much as Yvette would've liked to say no when her father called her up the day before to ask for this errand done, she couldn't find any reason to. Although she was eighteen, Yvette was still pretty much a stay-home girl. She had friends, but they weren't the sort to go partying all day long and as such, her weekends were usually rather sadly empty. She hadn't even had a boyfriend yet, which to her was an issue of regret. Her vanity had deduced that it could not possibly be her. Her dark brown locks tumbled down into natural curls way past her shoulder blades, and her fair skin made a stark and pleasant contrast against her mane. She may not be the hottest girl around, but Yvette was sure that she looked pleasant enough. It wasn't as if boys never made their moves on her, though, but they all seemed so - immature. She wondered if she'd ever meet someone who at least seemed as if they could hold an intellectual conversation.

Her parents, meanwhile, were busy business partners. They were constantly jetting around the world, and leaving her quite alone at home, not that she minded. She didn't hate her parents, but she didn't share an exclusively close relationship with them either. This industrial building that her dad had given her directions to was slightly run-down, and looked more like a very low-class airplane hangar. Spotting a door made of corrugated metal that was beginning to rust, Yvette made her way to it and rapped on it with her knuckles, wanting to complete her mission and return home as soon as possible.

 

[Tyr]

Marcus Dermott had selected the old warehouse because of it sheer size. In a city of people it offered him privacy. With few neighbors, and actually less crime then you would find in far nicer neighborhoods. When he did have to go into the office or see clients, they were close by, and easily accessible. His home if you could call it had ceiling almost 40’ in height, and a floor space of several thousand. He’d divided off the unused portion, so as to keep the utility bill in check. The place was modern and open with little in personal effect lying about. If he wished to entertain, it he had more then enough room to accommodate.

Today he was working from his home office as he did most days, saving him the time of having to commute. Plus he could have dress casual day everyday. Today was hot, so he had the air conditioner running so to keep from roasting. Still he couldn’t keep the house as cold as an office, without going broke, so he wore a light dark blue t-shirt and a pair of blue jeans. Even in his casual dress he maintain a short business hair cut, and a clean-shaven face, which nicely off set his light brown hair and blue eyes.

He was running on the treadmill, while on a teleconference, something he always found a bit amusing. An important package from Jason was due today, and he needed that so he could get back with an important client tomorrow. The call was about finishing up when he heard a soft pounding on his door. The metal industrial door was good for carrying sound, so he steps off the treadmill and makes his way to the door.

Marcus prided himself on staying in shape and maintaining a health lifestyle, even though he was currently without a girlfriend, something he reminded himself he needed to work on. Though he was thirty-six, he found most of the women he met had different agenda’s than his own, and were more looking for someone to settle down with and raise children, something he had no interest in.

He opened the door and was pleasantly surprised by the enchanting creature standing in his doorway. The fresh young thing was downright sexy even if in plainly dressed.

Come on in, sorry for my attire I was running on the treadmill.

He directs her into his home, and shut the heavy duty metal door locking it.

 

[Gondolina]

The door was opened by a man, clearly some way into his thirties, glowing with exercise and wearing a ruddy t-shirt and jeans. Though some men might look messy and haggard when caught working out, this one intrigued Yvette by just how sexy he looked, even. His features were masculine and pleasant, unlike some effeminate types you get nowadays. She blushed lightly and attempted not to ogle. He was far too old for her, anyway, and not to mention he was her parents' colleague, so weird would be an understatement.

Entering further into the warehouse, Yvette was shocked at how different the interior was from the rusty run-down exterior. It was as large as a warehouse, and most of it was an open space with no lights and no electrical points but with a decent presentable flooring. Through some strategic positioning of air-conditioners, the temperature in the warehouse was comfortable and cool. In a corner of the large area was evidently where this person worked - and lived, so it seemed. A simple desk with a laptop, a lamp, a bed and some cupboards an drawers to store personal effects. Yvette was amazed at how this man had converted what would have used to be a dirty, messy and generally unpleasant space to something so clean, efficient and presentable.

When she entered, Yvette was slightly surprised to hear the click of the metal door that she had just walked through and wondered if the man had locked it. Perhaps it was those sort of doors that had to be locked lest it sprung open again. Her young age also gave her naivete, and she decided she could trust someone who worked with her parents not to harm her in any way. "It's quite all right," Yvette smiled at the man winningly. She wandered into the living space and sat down on a chair, still looking around with some amazement.

"This is a nice place you've got here!" She breathed. Suddenly, she snapped to and realised her purpose in visiting this place. "Oh, yes! My father asked me to give you this." Taking the envelope out of her bag, she presented this to the man, looking up at him slightly flirtatiously. She didn't know why she felt attracted to him, despite his age. Although she knew they could never be, she enjoyed the thrill that came with flirting with someone that was relatively forbidden to her, especially when she didn't do much flirting in school to begin with.

 

[Tyr]

Marcus recent lack of a girlfriend and his appreciation of the female form had him watching the sweat young things as she made her way into his house. The loose white blouse she wore, didn’t hide her features, but occasionally shifted to show she had them. Ah, to be young again, to have no concerns in the world, to be free. The girl reminded him of his youth, and how at times he missed it. Still he enjoyed everything that his career and profession brought him. The girl made herself at home, when she flopped down into one of his chairs.

Thanks for bringing that over. I need that for an important client tomorrow.

Taking the package he tosses it onto counter as he steps into area that is the kitchen. The girl had a nice smile and didn’t seem uptight which was nice. She obviously was flirting which was something he could appreciate, as he liked to flirt as much as the next person.

Hey do you want to something to drink? I’ve got water, soda, and beer, those kinds of things.

Marcus continued to smile and be jovial, as he heads for the refrigerator. Damn it would be sweat to be that young, and banging some tail like that. He almost wanted to laugh at how clumsy and immature he had when he was that young. If you could only go back in time, he’d have had a great time, rather than struggle as he did. Oh well, that’s life he thought.

So how did a pretty girl like you get conned into being a messenger?

 

[Gondolina]

Uhm, some water would be good. It's a pretty hot day,

Yvette laughed. As he headed to the fridge, she realised that she didn't yet know his name.

My name's Yvette, my dad's your colleague! she said cheerfully. My dad called me and asked me to deliver those to you, saying they were important and he wouldn't trust anyone else with the task. And since I had nothing to do, I had no choice but to agree.

Yvette really was pretty thirsty. She gulped down the water that the man handed her fast and checked her watch. It was already 2pm in the afternoon and it would take her another 2 hours or more to get back.

Well, urm. It's been fun, but I really need to head back.

With that, she stood up to go.

 

[Tyr]

Marcus smiles and reaches into the refrigerator for some bottle water, grabs one for each of them, and returns to the living area, as the whole house was basically one big open area. The girl introduces herself, and explains her reason for coming. Marcus chuckles and hands off one of the bottles to her.

Oh hi, sorry about that. I’m Marcus.

He holds out his now free hand to give her a handshake, all business and professional.

Summer and charming, and nothing to do, come on I don’t believe that for a moment.

It was nice to have an attractive girl in the house, after the drought he’d been having. Then it struck him, that he wouldn’t mind having some eye candy around.

Hey if you got nothing to do, I could use some help around her, like a personal assistant. Would you be interested?

 

[Gondolina]

Well...

Yvette was hesitant. Ought she to trust him? After all, he was a strange man, even if he was her dad's colleague. But it was true that she had nothing planned for the day and would only feel bored if she went home now. Besides - Marcus was pretty attractive, especially when he's so much older.

All right! Yvette grinned, going back to the bed and sitting down, wondering what he had up in mind. What do you need help with around here?

 

[Tyr]

Marcus raises an eyebrow as the girl walked over to his bed and sat down. Now if this wasn’t a business associates daughter, he might have taken the hint and gotten more friendly with her, which at this point he wouldn’t have minded in the least. Still he couldn’t help but come over and discuss the matter more, while his mind fantasized about what it could be like.

I really need a gopher, or office slave. You know file paper work, run errands and make my coffee that kind of thing. I get busy on the phone, or stuck here and don’t have the office support staff; I would have in a large office. Would you be willing to work beneath me?

Marcus smiles cause his ideas of what duties she could perform were probably far different than hers. The more he thought of it, the more he wanted to into this girl’s shorts. The flirting game continued, but he was finding it hard not to take a bite. The girl was old enough to know the difference, so maybe she didn’t care, and was looking for a summer fling.

 

[Gondolina]

Hmm, sounds like a good idea. Yvette said after turning the idea around in her head for a bit. After all, she had nothing better to do this summer and getting paid to do menial tasks for a very sexy man was a pretty good bargain. Again, her naivete was preventing her from grasping the seriousness of the situation, and what ulterior motives Marcus might have planned for her.

She stood up from the bed and began to explore the office casually, her nonchalant attitude characteristic of the rebellious teenage years. The stress of work life had not yet infected her, and was not likely to for quite a few more years. Sometimes, she almost underestimated just how tough working could be. Luckily for Yvette, she still had the immunity of youth and age.

Is there anything you'd like to be done now?

 

[Tyr]

Marcus eyes followed the girl as she leisurely and by his assumption coyly moved through his office. The movement of her hand across the top of the table and chairs, as she almost pranced was getting his blood boiling. The girl was definitely trying to get his attention and he was finding he harder to ignore. The problem was for Marcus that most women and girls, didn’t appreciate the strong hand that he used in his relationships. Marcus didn’t date women; he owned them, as all of his relationships were based on possession. He didn’t believe in relationships of equals, no he believed in relationships where one partner was absolutely dominant, and the other submissive. The more he was in control the happier he was. This of course did lead to a problem, in that he had almost no tolerance for a cocktease. And if this girl kept up with her little game, he knew his patience would run out.

Those are stacks of client accounts that need to be filed in that cabinet alphabetically.

Pointing to a large stack of folders, adjacent to a typical office cabinet. Of course there were others things he’d like her to do, but most of those require far less clothing.

 

[Gondolina]

Yvette nodded and went over to the thick stack of folders. She looked at the first few ones on top just to check where the customer's name was, and pulled open the filing cabinet to make sure she knew how it worked. Then she grabbed an armful of folders and began to put them into suitable drawers in the filing cabinet.

Business going well, isn't it? said Yvette, her back turned to Marcus.

 

[Tyr]

Marcus watched the girl as she bent over to pick up the folders, before opening a drawer to deposit them. The nice curves of her ass were defined when she was picking up a folder or using the bottom drawer.

Always, I’m good at what I do.

The flirting continued as he confirmed her intentions, though he was pretty sure that she wanted to hook up. Even though she was young, he was willing to overlook that in this case, simply because he was horny.

Are you looking forward to summer and some free time?

 

[Gondolina]

Eh well, summer's okay, I guess. The free time's good when school just ends, but after a while, it can get a bit boring.

Yvette said as she almost brainlessly filed the folders into the cabinet. The stack that she had originally picked up was soon neatly sorted into the filing cabinet, and she picked up another from the original pile. She had thought that she found a pretty good conversationalist in Marcus, and she would never have guessed that he had other plans in mind.

How old are you, really?

It was yet another sign of Yvette's young age that she so brazenly asked what many others would deem a rather personal, sensitive question. Marcus's features gave him away only as someone in his thirties, as Yvette might've already guessed, but she could not possibly pinpoint whether he was in his late, mid or early thirties.

 

[Tyr]

Marcus made a minimal attempt to actually work, as his attention was more on the young girl. Watching her young body move and twist was far better, then pouring over another report. So he indulges himself and just enjoyed the view.

A girl like you bored, I can’t imagine that. All the boys must be chasing after you, how could you have any free time.

Leaving the comment hanging, he flips a few pages, though he reads none. Her question is bold, but not something he was afraid to answer.

I am thirty-six, not that it matter, I always think of myself as younger, next quite grew up. There just always seems to be too much fun to have to settle down and be bored. What are you about twenty-one?

Over the years, he just usually guessed that, as it made the older and younger ones both happy.

 

[Gondolina]

Yvette blushed upon hearing Marcus's comment about her being chased after by guys.

Well. I find them rather - dumb? They can't seem to talk about anything other than football, baseball and video games. Holding any kind of stimulating conversation with them for more than five minutes is downright impossible.

She didn't know why she was revealing so much about her opinions to Marcus but she felt comfortable with him, like she was able to talk to him and not feel shy about it. Upon hearing that she was thirty-six, Yvette couldn't say she was surprised, but it intrigued her all the more. Again, she blushed when he guessed her age to be twenty-one.

Do I look older than I am? I'm seventeen, actually. I'm still in high school.

 

[Tyr]

Seventeen, an age that seemed so long ago. Not that he particularly held any nostalgia for his youth, he could remember a wide variety of fantasies he did have, which all now paled in comparison to what he enjoyed today. Still the idea of a young fresh girl, not spoiled or jaded by age appealed to him, wouldn’t it be sweat if she could be trained and kept. This mind can’t help but imagine her on her knees collared.

You definitely look more mature, though usually girls are far more mature at your age than their male counterparts.

He’s no longer even looking the paperwork and is now engage in a full conversation with the sexy young thing.

Yes, I can attest that at that age, my skills with the opposite sex where, rather inferior to say the least. Only later do men learn just how to appreciate everything a woman has to offer and how to shall we say … hold their attention longer than a minute or two.

The conversation continue to get bolder as they allowed the subject matter involve more personal matters.

 

[Gondolina]

Yvette blushed as Marcus began to delve into personal matters, making sexual innuendos boldly to her. She had never been spoken to on such a personal level before by a guy, and have the conversation handled so skillfully such that she didn't feel that he was being offensive.

I.... Yvette stuttered. She had never had sex before, but she did watch porn sometimes. She had discovered it accidentally, and though initially disgusted, began to love how it made her feel. Rubbing herself had come naturally after that, though she had never dared to insert a finger in as she had watched the girls do on screen. After searching her mind for some kind of witty response to Marcus's bold statement, and not finding any, Yvette chose to truthfully say, I'm not sure what to say.

 

[Tyr]

Marcus smiles as the girl stumbles to respond back, her comment cute.

Well say, that you have no interest in boys, and you like older men, for their maturity and sophistication. We old guys like to hear things like that from good-looking young ladies.

Marcus chuckles as he continues his flirting, but hides it with a bit of humor, to help the situation. His own mind continued with various fantasies involving the girl naked and bound body. The more time he talked with her the more he really wanted to see what she looked like under those clothes. Various ideas and plan are conceived of and discarded as the conversation continues.

 

[Gondolina]

What Marcus said next only deepened Yvette's blush. He seemed to be making very bold advances on her, and while she was flattered, she was becoming increasingly uncomfortable at the extent he was taking it. The boys at school never dared to make such brash flirtatious comments at her, only the occasional whistle and dates. Though she agreed with what he wanted her to say, Yvette found that she could not bring herself to actually speak out the words.

Perhaps I'd better go.

Slotting in the last folder into the cabinet drawer, Yvette turned around, her face still red, and made to leave the place.

 

[Tyr]

The way she was looking around nervously and was asking to leave was the farthest thing from what he wanted. Marcus didn’t want to let the girl go, and his interest in her was growing. So he tries to see what can be done to stall her departure.

You’re not done yet? I thought you were going to work for me, or are you some kind of labor faker. I know quite a few girl that say one thing, then doing something else, you’re not one of those kind of girls are you?

He stands up from his desk, setting the papers down. Marcus didn’t know why or even care, but this girl wasn’t leaving till he got to know her a lot better. What series of circumstances led him to the unconscious decision he would probably never know, but already plans and actions were being plotted as he stood.

 

[Gondolina]

When he stood up, Marcus revealed his full height to be much taller than Yvette's and his towering build began to strike fear in her. He almost looked menacing, and her heart was racing. The place turned from a comfort zone to a danger area, and she found herself began to plan an exit route and getting ready to sprint.

Walking as far away from Marcus as she could, Yvette walked briskly towards the door. I... I think I'll just be going now, thank you for having me around.

Yvette was dismayed when she found the door completely locked, and the lock designed in such a way that it boggled her mind. There didn't even seem to be a keyhole. Wha - what's this? Why is the door locked? Yvette breathed, her tone becoming obviously flustered and nervous.

 

[Tyr]

The girl obviously was afraid and panicked as she quickly made her way to the door. Even though he hadn’t totally made the decision, her actions forced the issue, and he began to react. At some primal level her fear and running, thrilled him, so he moved to give chase, as the heart race increased and the adrenaline flowed.

Well that’s a bit rude don’t you think. I hire you and you do a few minutes work and run. No… I don’t think you are going anywhere. I think you are going to stay a little longer and do some personal work for me.

Marcus advanced on the girl struggling with the locked door. The door was self-closing and locking and required a key to open. A very convenient security measure that now proved doubly convenient. Some trigger or warning should have been sounding in Marcus’s head, telling him to stop and relent his pursuit, but instead it was calculating angles of attack and interception.

 

[Gondolina]

Hearing his voice, Yvette spun around to see Marcus taking some quick and silent strides towards her, looking exactly like a predator stalking its prey. She pressed herself against the wall, her eyes flicking to and fro attempting to find an escape route but she could see no way around him which she could sprint fast enough to outrun him. Even if she could outrun him, there was only one door in the entire place, there was no other way out. Still, she thought, she needed to try.

Breaking into a sprint away from Marcus, along the wall, Yvette used all her strength and prayed that there would be another point of escape somewhere around the area that she had not yet noticed, or at least that she'd be able to run one round around the place and hopefully get another try at the door.

 

[Tyr]

The girl looked to one side and then the next, before she made her break. Marcus just knew she would run, and it thrilled him, because he wanted her to run. Of course she didn’t know that the way she was heading was blocked off and a dead end. Like a predator he followed, but didn’t try his hardest, as he could have tackled her, but that would bring the whole thing to an immediate end. Much like a cat with a mouse, he played with his prey, letting her feel she had a chance, when in fact he knew she had none.

Oh don’t run, I’m not going to hurt you. Were going to have a lot of fun.

Taking large steps, he followed, occasionally cutting off her path, limiting her options as he got closer and closer. His eyes captivated by the movement of her body, and her rapid breathing. Even to his own surprise he found himself getting aroused by her fear and terror, it was completely empowering.

I don’t bite, well not much.

The tone was sickly teasing as he continued his pursuit.

 

[Gondolina]

[sorry, i have been busy but i'm freed up now]

Her last hopes were crushed when she reached the other end of the room only to discover that it was completely and utterly sealed. Wild thoughts were chasing each other around her mind. Was he a madman? Was he about to brutally torture and mutilate her? Was her body never to be found? Panicking even more from her frantic imagination, Yvette began to cry, not knowing what to do and not seeing any ray of hope left for her. She was already resigning to whatever fate awaited her, and she assumed the worst.