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Brock sat in his office doing his daily paperwork trying to get ready for the coming week when rent was due for all his clients. Reluctantly the property taxes had gone up and he had to pass that on to the tenants. It only amounted to a five dollar increase but he still hated doing it. He was sure there were going to be a lot of butthurt tenants, making all kinds of threats about leaving and other nonsense. Most wouldn't care and just pay the bill, or forget and get caught up on the next payment when they realize they are past due by a small amount. Notices' had been sent out the month prior, regardless he wasn't looking forward to it.

He heard the clacking of high heels approaching his office and wondered what the problem was that his front desk workers couldn't handle that they had to get him involved. Fortunately, the door was always locked and required him to buzz anyone who wanted to enter. Often if a tenant was hot or angry he got a small joy out of making them stay out until they calmed down if they wanted to speak to him.

But when he looked up from his paperwork to see the stunningly voluptuous figure of Lavina standing in his doorway, waiting patiently to be buzzed in, his annoyance was quickly replaced by a mix of curiosity and arousal. She was dressed in her usual dark attire that highlighted every curve of her body. The low-cut blouse she wore was almost indecently revealing, showing off a tantalizing amount of cleavage. Her black hair fell in waves around her face, framing her sharp brown eyes that seemed to cut through any bullshit. She was a woman who knew what she wanted and didn't take no for an answer, and that was something Brock found incredibly alluring.

He buzzed her in with a smirk, watching as she strutted towards his desk with a confidence that could only come from knowing she could turn heads in any room. Her hips swayed with a mesmerizing rhythm that made his pulse quicken. As she sat down in the chair opposite him, she crossed her legs, giving him a glimpse of the black lace that covered her inner thighs. The scent of her perfume filled the room, a heady mix of vanilla and something darker, something that hinted at the sadistic streak he knew lay just beneath her elegant exterior.

"How can I help you, Ms?" Brock asked since she didn't decide to exchange any introductory pleasantries.

"You know damn well why I'm here," she said, her voice a smoky purr that sent shivers down his spine. "I've got a problem with my apartment, and I expect it to be taken care of immediately."

"Madame, I don't even know who you are." Brock said with an icy professional tone. "I have over 1200 tenants in this complex alone I don't know them all personally. If you would give me your name or unit number, I'll be glad to look into it for you."

Her eyes narrowed slightly, "You're not going to play games with me, are you?"

"No." Brock said, mirroring her own gaze back at her. "I'm the manager of this complex, if you have a problem I will see to it's taken care of, the only one I see playing games is yourself by not giving me the information I requested."

With a dramatic sigh, she uncrossed her legs and leaned back in the chair, "Lavina Castellanos, unit 108. I've had a... disturbance in my plumbing."

Brock went to his computer and looked it up and saw that she had a repeated reports with plumbing in her apartment. Repeated clogged drains, he glanced over her and seeing that luscious main of hair that was probably the culprit. She had at least one call every month of her shower backing up. Each time Maintenance snaked the line, the problem solved. He quickly went to her lease agreement and looked up what her profession was.

"Miss, are you aware of what is causing the clog in your drain?" Brock asked, his voice still professional but with a hint of amusement.

Lavina raised an eyebrow, "No, I'm not. It's your job to fix it, isn't it?"

"Well yes, it is, but we can't just ignore the fact that it's happening so frequently."

She was a lawyer, it figured, she's probably somebody whose parents did everything for her and she was probably ignorant that you had to have a catch on your drain and periodically clean it of hair.

Lavina leaned forward, her ample cleavage threatening to spill over her blouse. "Is there a problem with me using my shower?" she asked, a dangerous edge to her tone.

"No..." Brock said, choosing his next words carefully.

"Well, then, unless you plan on doing something about it, I'd like to get back to my day."

Brock felt a spark of irritation. "We've noticed the pattern," he began, "and while we're happy to fix the issue, we need to address the cause."

Her eyes narrowed further. "And what do you suggest?"

"Perhaps installing a hair catcher in your shower drain?"

Lavina's gaze didn't waver. "And who's going to pay for it?"

"It can be done on request, it's built into your rent since you are a penthouse lease." Brock said. "If you have the housekeeping package, our staff will see to it it's checked at least once a week, so you don't have to deal with it. A hair catch can get quite foul."

"Fine," she said with a sigh, sounding anything but fine. "Make sure it's done by the end of the week."

"I can have it done by today." Brock said trying to be diplomatic, and he could.

Her eyes widened with surprise before a smug smile spread across her face. "Good. I'll expect it."

Brock nodded, his own thoughts racing. He knew that getting under her skin was going to be a challenge, but he was more than up for it. "Consider it done," he said, his voice firm but with a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He made a note in the system to have maintenance take care of it right away, he saw she did have the housekeeping package so he added that her catches needed to be checked and this was a priority ensuring that she wouldn't have any more issues with her plumbing.

Lavina studied him for a moment, as if trying to decide if she should be grateful or annoyed. Finally, she stood up, smoothing out her skirt with a practiced ease that made him want to see it bunched around her waist. "Very well," she said. "But if it's not, I'll be back, and you won't like the outcome."

"If it's not done, the negligent worker will be forced to apologize before I fire them." Brock said. The automated system alerted employees of their assigned tasks via their duty phones at the start of their shifts. The notification persisted until the task was acknowledged and completed. Failure to complete an acknowledged task could result in termination. However, if the issue persisted despite completion and was verified by maintenance to be beyond housekeeping's control, there were no repercussions. To minimize this possibility, only the most capable staff were assigned to penthouse duties.

With a nod, she turned and left his office, the clack of her heels echoing down the hallway. Brock couldn't help but watch her go, admiring the way her hips rolled with each step. As soon as the door closed, he called maintenance and requested the service for her unit. He knew that her type didn't like to be kept waiting, and he didn't want to give her any more reason to come back and bite his head off.

The rest of the day was a blur of tenant calls and emails, but his mind kept drifting back to Lavina. Her confidence was intoxicating, and the way she had looked at him, like she could see right through him, although she couldn't. He'd taken her by surprise by not falling for her intimidating poise, her low cut blouse or her domineering demeanor.

Brock had to admit, he was looking forward to seeing her again, and not just because of the challenge she presented. He liked the way she smelled, the way she moved, and the way she looked at him as if she had him figured out. It was a rare thing for someone to not be at least a little bit smitten by his charm, but she had barely given him a second glance.

As the day dragged on, the anticipation grew. He knew she'd be back, whether it was to thank him or to rip him a new one, he didn't know. But either way, he was ready for her. When the clock finally struck five, he made his way down to the maintenance bay to check on the status of the job. The plumber was just finishing up and gave him a thumbs up.

"It's all cleared out, boss," the plumber said, wiping his hands on a greasy rag. "Shouldn't be any more problems."

"Thanks, Dave," Brock said, his gaze lingering on the toolbox before snapping back to the man. Dave was a middle-aged Hispanic man who Brock had grown to trust since he started his tenure running the complex. Dave knew where every pipe, main and drain was in the building, and he was an irreplicable asset. "Stupid question but you have the catch properly secured so she doesn't slip on it?"

Dave laughed, "Yes, boss. It's all set. She won't even know it's there unless she goes looking for it."

Brock nodded, satisfied. "Good work. If she has any other issues, let me know immediately. I'll handle it personally."

Dave raised an eyebrow but said nothing as he packed up his tools. Brock knew that his interest in Lavina wasn't just professional. There was something about her that called to the predator within him, something that made him want to see just how much of her tough exterior was an act. He returned to his office, his thoughts racing with images of her sprawled out before him, her confidence shattered by the power of his touch.

The evening passed quickly, and soon it was time to lock up. As he was leaving, his phone buzzed with a notification from the system. Lavina's plumbing had been taken care of, and there were no further issues reported. He smirked to himself, feeling a strange mix of relief and disappointment. He had been looking forward to seeing her again, even if it was just to argue about the plumbing.

The next day, just as he was about to leave for lunch, she walked into his office. This time, she wasn't dressed to intimidate, but rather to seduce. Her tight black dress hugged her curves like a second skin, leaving little to the imagination. Her hair was pulled back in a sleek ponytail, her brown eyes gleaming with an unspoken challenge.

"I see you've taken care of my little problem," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Yes, it's all taken care of," Brock said, his eyes flicking over her body before returning to her face. He didn't miss the slight hitch in her breath when his gaze lingered on her chest.

"Well, then I suppose I should thank you," she said, moving closer to his desk. Her breasts brushed against the wood as she leaned over, giving him an even better view.

"A simple 'thank you' will suffice," Brock said, his tone cool despite the heat building in his veins.

Lavina smirked, her eyes traveling over his face. "But where's the fun in that?" she whispered, her breath hot against his cheek.

Brock leaned back in his chair, keeping his composure. "I'm a busy man, Lavina. I don't have time for games."

Her smirk grew wider. "Who said anything about games?" she purred, her hand sliding along the edge of his desk, her fingers brushing his thigh. "I just want to show my appreciation in a... more personal way."

He caught her hand gently. "My office isn't exactly the best place for that," he managed to say, his voice a little less steady than he would have liked. Brock lived a very promiscuous life, but as far as his staff and employees was concerned, they didn't need to know that part of him.

Lavina pulled her hand away, standing straight with a wicked smile. "Fine," she said, "But don't think you're off the hook."

Brock's mind raced, trying to figure out what she had in mind. Her seductive tone and the way she was dressed suggested that she wasn't talking about money. "I'll keep that in mind," he said, playing along.

"Good," she replied, turning to leave. "I'll be expecting a... personal visit from you tonight."

"Is that a request or a demand?" he called after her before she opened his door.

Without looking back, she tossed her hair and said, "Let's call it an arrangement."

The door clicked shut behind her, leaving Brock's mind reeling. He had never had a tenant make such a blatant offer, especially one like Lavina. He couldn't help but wonder if she was testing him, or if she truly believed that she could manipulate him with her body. The thought was thrilling and infuriating at the same time. He had always been the one in control, the one who dictated the terms of his encounters. But as the evening approached, the anticipation grew too strong to ignore.

Arriving at her penthouse, Brock took a deep breath, steeling himself for whatever lay ahead. He knew that this wasn't going to be a typical rendezvous. Lavina was different, and he was going to have to be on his toes if he wanted to keep her satisfied without compromising his own principles.

The door swung open at his knock, revealing a dimly lit apartment. The scent of candles and something more exotic filled the air, hinting at the seductive evening to come. Lavina greeted him in a sleek silk robe that barely contained her voluptuous form. She gestured for him to come in, her eyes gleaming with a mix of desire and challenge.

"You're punctual," she said, her voice a sultry whisper. "I like that in a man."

Brock stepped into the apartment, his eyes taking in the luxurious surroundings. The penthouse was a stark contrast to the cold efficiency of his office, with plush carpets and velvet drapes that spoke of opulence and decadence. He couldn't help but feel like he was walking into a lion's den, and she was the one holding the whip. It was a similar feel to his own apartment with its dark colors, erotic paintings and bed covered in silk sheets with fur throws. He smirked as he stepped inside, this must be what the women he brought to his so-called "Den of Sin." felt when they entered. Lavina didn't know that she was letting a predator of a similar caliber into her home.

"Would you like a drink?" she offered, her hand brushing against his as she took his jacket. Her touch was electric, sending a jolt of desire through his body that he couldn't ignore.

"Whatever you're having," Brock said, trying to keep his voice even. He followed her into the living room, where the flickering candles cast shadows on the walls. A bottle of red wine and two glasses sat on the coffee table, and the air was thick with anticipation.

Lavina poured them both a glass and handed one to Brock, her fingertips grazing his as they made the exchange. She took a sip, her eyes never leaving his. "To new... arrangements," she toasted, her gaze smoldering.

Brock took a sip, the rich taste of the wine doing little to ease the tension that had coiled in his stomach. "Indeed," he murmured, setting the glass down.

Lavina watched him closely, her gaze a silent challenge. She knew he was attracted to her, and she reveled in the power it gave her. But she also knew that he was used to being the one in control, and she intended to push his boundaries. Brock watched her facial tics and kept his normal public mask on making her think she was the one in control, he knew exactly what she was doing and he was going to spring his own trap when the moment was right.

They talked for a while, the conversation a delicate dance of innuendos and double entendres. Lavina spoke about her job, her successes and the cases she had won, all the while keeping the conversation steered towards her, allowing him to see the depth of her intellect and the strength of her will. Brock listened attentively, his eyes never leaving hers, his mind racing with thoughts of how he could use her own tactics against her.

"So," she said finally, setting her wine glass aside. "Shall we move this... arrangement... to a more comfortable setting?" She gestured towards the bedroom, her eyes gleaming with anticipation.

Brock nodded, setting his own glass down. "Lead the way," he said, his voice low and filled with restrained hunger. He knew that once they crossed that threshold, there would be no turning back. He felt like a lone knight venturing into the dragons lair, but this Knight had slayed a few dragons in his day.

As they entered the bedroom, the air grew even heavier with desire. The large, four-poster bed was draped in velvet, the sheets a stark white against the dark background. The room was filled with the same tantalizing scent that had greeted him at the door, and his cock began to harden in anticipation.

Lavina turned to face him, her eyes dark with lust. "I hope you're ready," she said, her voice a seductive growl. "Because I plan to enjoy every minute of this."

Brock's heart raced, but he kept his cool. "I'm always ready," he replied, his eyes traveling over her body, taking in every inch of her. This was a battle of wills and one he was going to win. All he had to do was wait until she was vulnerable then he'd turn the tables on her.

Slowly, Lavina let the silk robe slip from her shoulders, revealing a body that was a masterpiece of feminine curves and strength. She wore nothing but a scrap of black lingerie that barely contained her generous breasts, the lace teasing the darkened tips of her nipples. Her hips were wide, her legs long and toned, and her skin was smooth and pale.

Brock felt his control slipping, his eyes devouring every inch of her. He stepped closer, his hands reaching out to trace the lines of her collarbone and the swell of her breasts. Her breath hitched as he touched her, and for a moment, he thought he had her.

But Lavina was a force to be reckoned with. She stepped away from his touch, her smile turning into a smirk. "Patience, fox," she murmured, her voice a siren's call. "Let's see if you can handle what I have in store for you."

With a grace that seemed almost predatory, she sauntered over to a chest at the foot of her bed. Opening it, she revealed an assortment of toys and restraints that would make even the most seasoned kinkster blush. It was a collection that rivaled his own, this only confirmed what he had assumed all along, but she was not going to dominate him, he just had to play his cards right.

"I take it you're a woman who enjoys being in control," Brock said, his voice steady despite the thunder in his chest.

"I enjoy giving pleasure," Lavina replied, her eyes never leaving his as she selected a pair of velvet-covered handcuffs from the chest. "But I also enjoy receiving it."

Brock's cock twitched at the thought of her bound and at his mercy, but he kept his expression neutral. "I'm sure you do," he said, taking a step towards her. "But what about letting someone else take the reins for a change?"

Lavina's gaze narrowed, the challenge in his voice unmistakable. She raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Are you suggesting a trade, Mr. Hammil?"

Brock stepped closer, his own smirk growing. "Let's call it an exchange of services," he said, his eyes locked on hers. "You want to show your appreciation, and I'm more than happy to help you explore new... boundaries."

Lavina's smile grew wicked as she considered his proposal. She could see the fire burning in his eyes, the predator lurking just beneath the surface. It was a tempting offer, one that she hadn't expected. "Alright," she said, her voice a low purr. "But if you can't keep up, don't say I didn't warn you."

Deep within Brock's soul the lustful beast he kept restrained roared with laughter at her impudence, oh how little she knew!!

She turned to face him fully, the velvet handcuffs dangling from her fingers. "You're going to need these," she said, holding them out.

Brock took them from her, his own smirk growing. "I think I can handle it," he said, his voice filled with a confidence that made her pulse race.

Lavina stepped closer, her breath warm against his neck as she whispered, "We'll see."

With a flick of his wrist, Brock snapped the handcuffs around her wrists, securing them to the bedpost. Her eyes went wide with shock before a thrill of excitement passed over