Trapped

The song above is what I believe best suits Miss Nari's character. Please listen if you would like.

Music blasted through the club downstairs, muffled by the thick walls of the office and the thick drapery on the windows. The owner of the club sat at his desk leaned back in his chair a cigarette hung loose on his lip. The smoke billowed through the room casting shadows on the walls from the kaleidoscope of lights from the club below. There was a sold three knocks on his door that he offered no response to but it opened anyway.

In walked a man dressed in a full black suit and an earpiece, he acknowledged the man behind the desk as his boss before introducing who was so rudely interrupting his well-deserved break. He was annoyed until his eyes fell on the only thing he wished to have in his arms. Still so nervous and not accustomed to the loud music she sunk in on herself as she walked almost silently into the room. He beckoned her over patting his knee as he put his cigarette out. The tall bodyguard passed her on the way out the door whispering "deep breaths" to the girl. The small girl walked over her head hung low watching he feet too afraid to meet his eyes yet. "We will need to work on that." he thought to himself as he watched her approach.

She made it behind his desk and stood now between his widely spread legs. He bumped his knee gently against her thigh to encourage her to keep going. She nodded meekly before she slipped into his lap keeping her hands to herself and taking short shallow breaths as if afraid to move. He let out a long sigh of comfort as his hands slid over her form and pulled her to lean back against his chest. Her head rested against his shoulder perfect height for him to smell the fresh scent of shampoo. After what felt like a forever silence he finally spoke making her flinch slightly but she did her best to hide it.

"I've been waiting for you, where did you run off to this time huh?"

"I'm sorry for taking so long sir but I did not run away this time."

"Hmm, you didn't? Then where were you little one?"

She felt his cold lips pressed against the side of her head as he finished his question. She tilted her head just enough to look at him from her peripheral. Catching a glimpse of those dark red eyes, she looked away quickly when he noticed a smirk playing on his face. He chuckled softly as he busied himself with twirling her long black hair. She hadn't answered him so he spoke again this time his voice causing the chills to reach down her spine.

"Won't you answer me little one?"

" Sorry sir, I fell asleep in the bath before coming here today so it made me late."

He hummed as if considering her answer to be truthful, it didn't matter if what she said was the truth even knowing her every move. He knows what she said was the truth, he only asks to make sure she tells the truth. She lets out a soft noise of surprise as the man picks her up and places her to sit on his desk. His hands trailed up the soft skin of her legs, letting his fingers reach just under the hem of her dress. Her hands which were gripping onto his shoulders clung to the fabric of his shirt. He smiled at her in a way she always thought looked so strange on his cold face because it was a warm smile. She always felt that when she was seeing that smile she was actually seeing who this man really was and not the cold front he puts up for everyone.

Out in the hallway, they could hear the muffled talking of their boss and the small girl even over the music of the club. It didn't take long for the muffled speech to turn into loud moans and grunts, the sinful sound of wet skin slapping together. The younger of the two bodyguards couldn't help the blush that reached the tips of his ears when he heard the young girl let out a passion-filled scream. How he could hear his boss praise her only telling her to be louder for him.

"Let them hear how you belong to me and only me, little one."

The older guards couldn't help the chuckle he let out at the bashful younger man to his left. The two spoke quietly about the girl and what she meant to the boss. The younger guard was new and had no idea who she was and if their boss was a serial playboy or not.