want and desire

Who: December and Lucas
Where: on the phone / Lucas' place
When: late

Lucas was in need of something. Something big. He'd spent the night at the gallery getting nowhere on either the O'Malley story or something on the Lotus. Now he was bored and that annoying twitch that settled in his core that ate at him when he got bored like this. After chain smoking half a pack in his apartment, he finally picked up the phone and dialed a specific number. Typically he made his appointments far in advance, sometimes weeks. They were playing with fire, him being who he was, her working for who she worked for, but tonight? He was feeling every inch of his impulsive nature. Holding the phone to his ear his lit another cigarette while he waited for December to pick up.

The phone was downstairs in the employee area to the haunted house, and she heard it, heading down the narrow stairwell to go answer it. By now the tours of the place were finished for the night, so she was off, and she picked it up, wondering if she had errands to run or something. Or if she needed to set a room up differently for tomorrow. Either way, she answered, leaning against the wall. "Hello?" she greeted, sounding at the very least mildly bored with a light undercurrent of annoyance at being disturbed.

"Hello yourself," Lucas answered as he breathed out a shot of smoke. "What's your night look like?" He didn't bother with introducing himself, assuming that she'd know his voice when she heard it. If she sounded slightly annoyed, he certainly didn't pick up on it.

Lucas. She did in fact know the voice. And her night was free, even if it wasn't one he'd scheduled for meeting up with her. But one thing about her clients was most of them paid stupidly well. And she fell immediately into character as well. "My night looks like 'address me appropriately, you little shit or you're getting hung up on and ignored like the bad little puppy you are'." she snapped--and it sounded pissed though it was put on. Part of the game.

That was more like it. Lucas grinned at the phone, already feeling better. "Forgive me madam," he said with a touch of begging in his voice, though it wasn't terribly honest on his end. He played the game like she did, the true emotions didn't come out until he was actually with her.

"That's better." she said. "Now, start over. And if you've got something to say, be a good boy, and say it nicely. If you have a question, ask nicely." December instructed, leaning against the wall, and she glanced around the immediate area. man the place could use some repair. But then it was a building that was practically falling apart and they were still in the process of quietly renovating while they built up funds from the rest of the attractions.

Still grinning Lucas moved to sit at his kitchen table, flicking the ash for the cigarette in an ashtray there. "I was hoping, if you were willing, that you might have some time tonight for someone who hardly deserves it, but is pleading for it anyway," he said, letting that tone of groveling come into play as well. Already he was feeling better, his sullen and bored mood swinging in a positive direction.

December paused for a moment, letting him wait. "I don't actually hear groveling." she pointed out, then waited for him to continue, to see if he could do better.

Lucas set the cigarette down, and shifting the phone in his hands. "I need you December. And only you. And tonight. I'm lost without you." The groveling was there, dripping through his words. "I feel empty inside and you're the only thing that fills it."

"What's the magic word?" December asked, already thinking about travel time to his place, or wherever they were going to meet. She could come up with the cab fare, or he could pay for it, one of the two. And since it was short notice, she could probably get a little more cash thrown in, considering. But she didn't have anything else to do at the moment, so she was already thinking she would be going to see him regardless.

"Please," he begged, drawing the word out a little. "A million times over please." If she said yes, he'd call her a cab, bring her to him. It was last minute after all.

December drew out the silence, as if she were considering. "Since you asked so nicely, this once I'll allow it." she told him. Though she did hope he didn't start making a habit of it, because she couldn't afford to get caught. And if she was taking off all the time eventually someone would start asking questions, and it would be a big mess and she'd die. She'd just be killed, probably in a heartbeat. She wasn't so good with that idea.

"Thank you," he breathed, sounding very much like he meant it. Once he'd gotten into it he'd started to think that if she said no he wouldn't be alright with that. "I'll call you a cab, if that's what you would like." Which also meant he'd cover the fare.

"Give me twenty minutes, and then have it out in front of the Boardwalk." December said, and she hung up on him, a little power play that she'd be remiss if she didn't engage in. Then she headed upstairs, taking them two at a time so she could change. It wasn't like one could show up to a client's house in just anything. No, she had certain outfits for that kind of thing. And a long black trench coat to cover it all so she didn't draw even more attention than usual.

"Of course," Lucas said, though it was mostly to the dial tone. Hanging up he called the cab company, sending the cab to wait for her, promising the fare up on arrival. Once that was taken care of he moved about the apartment, putting away a few things and tidying. He was by no means a neat person, but thankfully he was able to put most of it together in stacks. Deciding it was clean enough he hurried downstairs to leave the cash for the cab with the doorman and instructions to send her up without question.

December put on fresh make up after she changed and swept her hair up, making sure she was looking how he generally liked her to look. Then she went and got into the cab which took her over to his building. She said nothing on the way there, and nothing when she got out, either to the cabbie or the door man, even if she was showed in. She learned the less she said, the more mysterious her entire air was and people might not peg her for just being some kid with an interesting hobby. Heading up to his place, she opened the door without knocking, assuming it would be opened for her.

The door was open, waiting for her. Lucas knew the drill. It wasn't like they hadn't done something like this before. When she walked in he'd been in the middle of pouring himself a drink, but he abandoned it to move across the room to her and take her coat. "Thank you for coming," he said as he reached for her jacket. Already he was feeling that thrill that came with her being there.

December waited until he had rid her of her coat, revealing the black leather that was beneath it, something she'd made herself. But then the majority of her clothes were ones she'd made herself. She turned, smiled, and then sharp and fast, she slapped him. "Thank you..." she prompted. "You're just having memory lapses tonight, aren't you, you bad little puppy?" she asked. "You will address me properly, every time you address me."

The slap stung, though it could have been worse, he'd felt worse. It was enough to bring him to his senses, head bowing though he was much taller than her anyway. "Yes ma'am," he answered, eyes dropping from hers even if just a twinge of defiance was still in his tone. Sometimes he held on to that, letting her work to control him properly. "Can I get you something madam?" he asked, raising his eyes just a touch to take her in, feeling himself almost salivate at the outfit she had on. She knew exactly how to push his buttons and make him want her even more than he already did.

"Wine." she said, walking further into the apartment. It was a nicer place than she'd ever lived, but then again, it was why she got paid as well as she did for her 'services'. She looked around, then eyed the various furniture, trying to come up with her gameplan. It was far more a real process than one would imagine, not that she told anyone that. But one had to assess things, and have a plan.

"Yes ma'am," he answered again, moving away this time, slowly and heading for his small sidebar against a wall by the kitchen. He picked the best bottle of red wine he had there, eying it for a moment before pulling the cork and pouring her a glass. One glass in his hand he made his way back to her, slowly so he didn't startle her, but not to seem as if he was dragging his feet. On his end, the game was played delicately as well. He enjoyed her domination, but at the same time, a defiant streak ran through him, the type of streak that had him pushing all her rules, trying to find loopholes. "For you, madam," he said as he offered the glass to her.

December took the glass, but didn't sip from it straight away. Instead, she looked around, seemingly bored, as if she were judging his home and it's decor, even if she'd seen it before. It was part of everything, that air of Disapproval that she maintained. When she did sip it, she looked back at him. "I suppose it will do." she said, as if it wasn't quite up to par. Then she looked him up and down. "Did you dress in the dark this morning?" she asked.

He was used to it, he came to her because he enjoyed it. If he didn't he wouldn't be one of her more regular clients. "I'll gladly get you something else if you'd prefer it." At the comment about his appearance, he gave her a sheepish smile, smoothing down his shirt. He was still dressed in his suit from the art show, though his tie was undone and the top button was undone as well. "I'll tell my mother you don't like it."

"Tell your mother you're a pathetic dog while you're at it." December said, ignoring the bit about the wine for the moment. "Speaking of puppies..." she said, walking closer. And without warning, she kicked her knee out to hit the inside of his. It wasn't off to the side, it wouldn't actually harm him. But it would drop him to a knee.

"No need to tell her, she reminds me of that plenty," Lucas countered, even though it wasn't true. His mother considered him her pride and joy even if he did tend to justify extra Hail Mary's as Mass on Sundays. When December's knee connected with the inside of his, he did just as she wanted, fell forward to a knee, flinching slightly at the impact with the floor. "Have I been bad?" he asked voice rough from the thrill of her pushing him around.

"What do you call interrupting my evening?" she asked. "You didn't have an appointment. My time is precious. Very precious. And you think you can just squander it whenever you want to." she said, tsking. "So, what do you think?" she asked. She then moved to sit in the nearest chair, looking at him as she sipped more wine. "Since you're behaving like a bad puppy, you're just going to have to crawl around like one."

"Desperate?" he asked, one eye raised to watch her. "I wouldn't squander your time madam, I needed you." The last part came out with an air to true honesty. He had needed her, not just as part of their game. She'd made him crawl before, he knew the drill, and as she sat he inched forward, on hands and knees to be at her side, hoping for her attention.

December didn't give it to him, not immediately. Instead she sighed heavily, put on, loud and bored. Then she appeared to notice he was there. "You needed me?" she repeated. "Pathetic." she told him. "Why is it you had this desperation?" she asked.

"Would you rather I not need you?" he asked, knowing it was out of line and it might get him some sort of punishment. That was the whole point though, the back and forth game of give and take, and even when she dished out pain, he never actually suffered.

She answered mostly with a sharp cuff upside the head, something designed to leave a stinging welt but nothing that would mark longer than a few minutes. "We were discussing you." she snapped. "Pay attention." she continued. "Now try that again, only don't get off topic."

Lucas let out a hiss as she hit him, head turning with a little. When he looked back at her his eyes were dark, not with anger but with desire. "Because it had been too long," he said, voice low and he paired it with reaching for her leg, fingers just barely grazing the back of her calf.

December hit him again. "You don't get to touch. You especially don't get to touch without permission." she said, knowing he'd done it to get a reaction. When he looked back at her again, she hit him one more time for good measure, hand stinging with it as she did so. "Keep it up and it's going to be longer next time." she told him. "Next time, you'll have to wait. And wait. You won't even hear my voice."

Those hits brought a sharp intake of breath, but he pulled his hands away, desperation slipping into his expression. She wouldn't actually make him wait would she? She knew he couldn't handle that. "Please December, you know I want you," he said, voice soft but mixed with desire, frustration and a twinge of desperation.

December reached out, and caressed his cheek, just a little, where it was red from her slap. She leaned in closer. "You're never going to have me." she said, voice soft. Like she'd said something else entirely. Then she sat back again like she hadn't just done that, and she took another drink of his wine. What she'd said was the truth, though. She didn't do sex. She was a dominatrix, but she didn't sleep with her clients. In fact she'd never slept with anyone. She didn't really figure that was going to change anytime soon either. Definitely not with Lucas.

The change in caress, had him flinching despite the gentle tone and touch. It was the way it worked, pain, followed by tenderness so that the two were mingled, twisting the reactions from each. The softness of her words was soothing, but the words themselves bit at him. "Please," he begged a little, leaning towards her as she pulled away.

The glass of wine went down on the table next to her, and December moved fast. She brought her foot up, and dug her heel down against his thigh, pressing hard enough to hurt. "If you're going to beg, do it right." she growled. Even if he could beg all night and still not get anything out of her. Though deep down, she wondered if one of these nights he was going to break the rules. Break the rules and overpower her because he definitely could. It was a risk she took. She couldn't afford not to. He paid well. All her clients paid well. And it meant she didn't have to let anyone touch her to keep her head above water. Still. Sometimes she wondered. Lucas was one of the only ones that actually did even address that. That he wanted her. He probably did.

The sharp pain of her heel in his leg, sent the breath out of him as he doubled inward a little, a small moan slipping from his mouth. The spot would leave a mark, but Lucas was fine with that. It was why he was with her in the first place. He brought his head to the floor, bowing down at her feet. "Please December. Don't make me wait, please." There was an urge to tell her he wanted her again, but he held back. She knew and for him, the build up of wanting her but not touching her was part of the thrill. One day he'd break her down, or at least that was how he felt about it.

December made a disgusted sound, and went back to her wine, propping her feet on his shoulder, to keep him down like he was a foot stool. "For as pathetic as you've been tonight? You get nothing. I don't touch losers like you." she told him, letting her heels dig in a little.

Lucas grunted a little when she dropped her feet on him, even though she wasn't heavy. He had the upper hand when it came to size, but that didn't mean he didn't give her what she wanted. He was the one submitting, no matter how much larger he was. "I'm not a loser," he commented, though he stayed lowered.

"Aren't you? Explain that to me." she said, inviting him to try and tell her why he wasn't. She was actually vaguely curious what he might say to that, what he might try to put in there, convince her of. She of course knew already that no matter what he said it wasn't going to be 'good enough', but she wanted to know what he'd say.

There was a moment where he hesitated. He knew full well nothing he could say would impress her, she'd never been terribly impressed with the things about him that impressed most women. "I can take whatever you give me," he settled on, turning his head a little to catch a glimpse of her legs.

"Weak. Try again." December said in that bored tone of hers, sighing like she was vastly disappointed in him. She also moved her feet, crossing them at the ankle, and setting them down with a little too much force on his back, towards the middle.

Lucas hissed at the contact again, knowing that may not bruise, but it would be red for the rest of the evening. "I could return the favor," he tried again, stepping outside of his boundaries put up as the one being dominated.

"You can't return shit to me." December snapped. "You can't even get this right, and all you have to do is tell me why you're not fucking pathetic. And if you can't do that, then there ain't shit you have to offer me or anyone else. You're a disgrace. And a waste of my precious time."

He really did love it when she snapped at him like that. He really did. "I'm probably still the most eligible bachelor in this city," he finally growled a little. "I have anything I could want at my disposal: money, women, luxury." They were honest statements. Even though he'd made a point of not being what the family wanted, the fact that he was still single and still a ranking member of the DiGiovanni family meant he did have whatever he wanted, even more if he was willing to give up a few of his own vices and desires.

"Is that supposed to be impressive?" December scoffed. "Wow, you came from a life of luxury to live a life of luxury. You call that an accomplishment?" she asked, rolling her eyes at him. "Pathetic. Name one thing that you've actually done on your own. Something that didn't have anything to do with your family or their money or their standing."

"Lucas Spitfire is one of the most respected reporters in the city. That I did on my own." His money and standing had gotten him the job, but he'd had to step away from his name to become successful. That prestige he'd gotten with own sweat and blood.

"And you got that job how? You know what your problem is. Your problem is far too much has been handed to you. You have no idea what it's like to not get exactly what you want whenever you want it. So you know what that makes you?" December asked, looking down at him. "A baby." she concluded. "Because just like some helpless little baby, you get everything you want whenever you need it." She said. "So cry for me, baby. Go ahead. wail."

He knew exactly how it felt to not get what he wanted when he wanted it because he'd wanted December since the first moment he'd seen her, but he held his tongue on that. "I won't cry, but you're more than welcome to try and make me," he countered, knowing it might earn him another bruise, but that was why he called her in the first place.