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An hour of watching that beautiful angel from a distance was enough for me to want to change everything in my fucked-up life. I’d waved goodbye to meaningless one-night stands with strangers. I’d said adieu to alcohol and to the occasional smoking of weed. I’d parted ways with my old buddies, who dragged me down into the pit of my own misery. All because of her.
I’ll never forget the moment I was standing behind my father, with my back facing her, so she wouldn’t notice my burning desire to have her on her knees with my cock in her splendid mouth, as she said, "I’m sorry for your loss, Mr Thorn." The way she’d pronounced Mr Thorn gave me a hard-on every time I recalled that memory. And she hadn’t disappointed on the first day when I walked out of the elevator, and she greeted me. Fuck! I’d almost melted into a puddle at her feet. Her soft voice rang in my ears when I thought about it.
Every word, every action toward her since then was a test. It was never my intention to hurt her or insult her. I just needed to know her reaction to my worst self. I’d spent six months silently stalking her, watching her with her friends and with that asshole boyfriend. I’d known everything about her, what was possible to find. I’d been obsessed with her, and it didn’t change when I took over the family company, yet I was worried sick that she would refuse my offer to be my submissive. I had to find out what type of person she was before I could make a move.
And, fucking hell! I was so happy to realise Electra had been eager to please everyone around her. Lena, her boss, had given me amazing news about how her assistant lived for her job and for the people who work for my company. My heart had danced the rumba in my chest as I listened to Lena's praise for her, and I couldn't wait to see her.
I was crazy about her. No amount of work could get my mind off her. And it’d gotten worse after our two encounters. I needed her to sign that fucking contract, so she would be mine completely. Then I could relax. If I didn’t have things under control, it felt like I was losing the ground under my feet. It'd been like this since…well, forever.
Having a submissive always helped me blow off steam and relax. A great woman in my life was able to keep me in check. For years, I’d struggled to find a proper one. And now, here she was.
My only goal for today was not to scare her too much. She knew almost nothing about the relationship I was offering to her. I couldn’t push her into doing something she didn’t want. I had to be patient, understanding and gentle. It was the price to own her. I’d never been willing to negotiate my contracts before, yet with Electra, I was ready to take out anything she didn’t want. Her signature on that piece of paper was everything I could think about. Because then, she would be mine.
A light knock on the door stirred me from my musings about the past few months. My charming assistant walked in, her violet lips pressed together, and I leaned into my chair. Her black pencil skirt hugged her hips and ass tightly, and I hungrily licked my lips. My imagination went wild in a second. The lacy V-neckline on her white blouse showed off a huge piece of her cleavage, and I couldn’t stop thinking about her breasts. Big, tasty globes the size of oranges with peaks as delicious as strawberries. I would have welcomed such a palatable dessert after my lunch.
"Miss Lucia Thompson called for the sixth time in a row, demanding a meeting," Electra announced, giving me a stern look. And her tone wasn’t welcoming either.
"Are you jealous, princess?" I asked, watching her as she slightly narrowed her eyes at me. A pleasurable feeling settled in my chest, knowing she cared enough to be irritated by another woman.
"Why would I be jealous of someone who isn’t mine?" she fired back, and my brows shot up. I really didn’t expect her to say that. "What do you want me to say to her, sir?"
I abruptly stood up, piercing Electra’s hazel eyes with my blue ones, and her demeanour immediately changed. She bit her lower lip, drifting her gaze to the floor as if she saw something interesting on it.
I slowly closed the button on my jacket, watching her as she fidgeted in her spot. I approached her, stopping right in front of her. I put my index finger under her chin, lifting it up and forcing her to look at me.
"Make a reservation for a table in the best restaurant in town at six o’clock," I commanded sternly as she glanced at me sadly. "I’ll call Miss Thompson myself."
Electra
I took a sharp breath, trying to push back the tears that threatened to fall. This evening, we should be negotiating the contract. Clearly, it wasn’t as important as the dinner with Miss Thompson.
I had no idea who that woman was, but her annoying voice was buzzing in my ears, making me angry. It wasn’t like I was jealous that Mr Thorn had a meeting with her. The company had an enormous number of clients, and, of course, women were on the list, too. I was actually sad that he’d forgotten about our contract.
Foolishly stupid questions were making their way into my brain, putting me in a nervous state. I wanted to give the relationship with Mr Thorn a chance, yet I couldn’t come up with a good reason to justify his ditching me without an explanation. Was it normal for him? Because it certainly wasn’t for me. He could at least say something. Maybe she was an important client, and he needed to talk to her. I could understand that. But he hadn’t said anything, and he left like nothing had happened. I didn’t know what to think.
At four-thirty pm, thirty minutes before the official end of my shift, an errand boy brought me a pink envelope. I gave him a questioning look, but he only shrugged and left me alone. With trembling fingers, I opened it, taking out the note. I recognized the handwriting immediately.
Hello, princess,In my office, in the closet, is the big black shopping bag. It’s a gift for you. I’ll pick you up at five. Don’t be late.
BT
My heart was hammering inside my chest when I pushed back a victorious shriek. He didn’t ditch me. Our negotiations were still on. And I just couldn’t wait.
22
The Harness
Electra
Iwasstandinginfront of Mr Thorn’s desk with my mouth on the floor. I opened the black shopping bag, and what I found in it was both disturbing and exciting at the same time.
Inside one white box was a beautiful dark green dress with a plunging V-neckline, and I realised a bra was off-limits. Also, it ended a few inches above my knees, and the lacy hem on my stockings was visible. I thanked myself for having a spare pair of pantyhose in my bag.
This would all be great, and I actually looked amazing, but it was another piece of something inside the bag that was confusing me. I came across it when I searched the internet for the word “harness”. I had no clue that it could be part of someone’s garderobe, but I’d noticed it on some women’s clothing too. Mostly on white blouses. In my opinion, it was a weird leather accessory, but still, everyone could wear what they wanted.
However, the thing that I had in my hands didn’t fit on my torso. It belonged on my thighs and around my waist. I looked down at my dress, thinking if it should be on the skin or over the fabric. An exasperated sigh left my mouth when I was glaring at the harness in my hands, not knowing what to do with it.
So, I’d Googled for a minute and then, following the instructions, I unzipped my dress, taking it off. I opened Mr Thorn’s closet again to see the other parts of my body in the mirror, and I stepped in between the leather straps. I drew it up, wrapping it around my thighs, hips, and back.
