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I spent fifteen minutes with my diary, drawing a picture of Mr Thorn behind the desk in his office. It was my favourite mental image of him when he frowned on his computer, with a pencil behind one ear and a pen behind another. The sleeves on his bottom-up shirt were rolled up to his elbows, and his tie was loosened. He was deeply concentrated on his work, writing random numbers on the paper and murmuring something to himself. His blue eyes drifted between the screen and the pile of files; he wrinkled his nose when he didn’t like something and scratched everything like a maniac when he hated the outcome.
Yes, I stalked him many times when he was working. I didn’t know if he noticed my presence, but he never told me to leave. It was even before we started all of this together. When I was preparing his office, and he was already there, I worked slower, so I could stay longer, just because I wanted to watch him.
Back then, he was the sexiest asshole in the universe, who turned out to be the most caring, protecting, lovable, evil fuck machine with tendencies to spank my poor ass. And I enjoyed every second of it, just like he’d said.
After the time was up, I peeked into Mr Thorn’s office, seeing he was deep in the middle of doing something on his laptop. I quietly closed the door behind me, approaching him as he gave me a quick look.
"A few more minutes, and I’m done, princess," he said, typing an email. I could do it for him while he did something else, but I didn’t distract him with my suggestion. If he wanted help, he would ask for it. Or he probably wouldn’t because when I looked at his table, the papers were marked with another logo, so it was about his other company.
"I’ll prepare you a bath," I whispered, more for myself than for him, but he heard me clearly. He stopped everything he was doing, giving me a confused look.
"You’ll prepare me a bath? I would rather continue where we left off." He winked at me, and a small smile appeared on his face.
"What about you letting me take care of you instead?" I asked carefully, biting my lip while I waited for his answer. He leaned in his seat, his beautiful smile turning into an evil grin in a second, and I gasped. The mischievous glint in his blue orbs made me quiver, and the wave of excitement travelled from my core into every corner of my body.
"Okay." He nodded, and I gulped, listening to his commanding voice. "You have ten minutes to prepare me a bubble bath. Then, you wait for me in the bedroom, naked, kneeling next to the bed with a riding crop settled next to you." He was staring at me like he wanted to set me on fire, and I felt a pleasurable tingling between my legs. "I’ll show you how I like to be taken care of."
"Yes, sir," I breathed, entranced by his lustful eyes, which were burning me.
"Go, princess. Time is ticking," he snickered, bringing me back from my ride to fantasy land. I instantly turned around on my heels, ready to do as he said. I just couldn’t wait for a new lesson to start.
36
Bath Time
Electra
Ineverthoughtpreparinga bath could be a complicated thing. Yet, when you’re in a relationship with a control freak who wants to have everything perfect, it could be a challenge. I realised I didn’t know what kind of scent he wanted in the water. I was staring at the bottles of jasmine, vanilla, roses, and forest fruit, sniffing them, thinking which one could be his favourite.
The bathtub was almost half full of water, and I still hadn’t added any foam when I noticed a small basket hidden behind the pile of fresh towels. Four bottles were inside, and I quickly scanned the information: white amber, nutmeg, eucalyptus, and strawberries. Yes! Almost every morning, he smelled like strawberries, sometimes mint and eucalyptus. Perfect.
I mixed the ideal amount of the shower foam and checked the water temperature. If it was a bath for me, I would want it much warmer, but men never liked to be boiled in the bathtub. With a smile, I entered the bedroom and stripped out of Mr Thorn’s T-shirt and my green panties, which were drenched. I threw it in the basket with the dirty laundry and ran to the walk-in closet, taking my favourite riding crop with a heart-shaped end from the drawer.
I peered at my phone, seeing I had one minute at best to shut down the water, set the crop on the bed, and kneel next to it. Two seconds after I dropped to my knees, bowing my head, the door opened, and Mr Thorn walked in. I saw only his feet, with yellow socks, and I smirked. He liked colourful ties, but his collection of socks was something else entirely. Every clown would be very proud.
"I’m glad you’re ready for your lesson, princess," he stated, coming closer. He stopped in front of me, putting one hand on my cheek, and I leaned into his palm, enjoying his gentle touch. "Put your hands on the floor and crawl to the bathroom for me," he ordered, taking two steps back.
I didn’t dare to look at him. All I saw were his feet when I touched the red carpet with my palms, moving to the bathroom on all fours. I tried to ignore the crazy feeling which settled in my chest from this obvious humiliation. I was pleasantly surprised by how much I enjoyed it. I knew Mr Thorn liked my ass and thighs, despite the fact that, in my view they weren’t as attractive as they were when I was younger. Thanks to this little parade, he had a great view.
I stopped next to the bathtub, and the smell of strawberries mixed with eucalyptus tingled my nose. I took a deep breath, feeling Mr Thorn's hand on my ass, caressing my skin.
"You picked my favourite combination of scents, princess," he whispered from behind me, squeezing my butt cheek. "I’m very pleased with your choice."
My heart rate increased instantly after his praising words reached my ears. I loved being complimented on my work.
"At first, I’ll put a butt plug in your ass," he announced, and I winced when I felt something wet and cold pressing against my hole. I inhaled a sharp breath, trying to relax. I didn’t expect this to be part of the game. It took him much less time than before to insert a plug into my tight opening. I was prepared for at least slight pain, but I didn’t feel anything, only the familiar fullness in my bottom.
"Stand up, princess." He grabbed my arm and helped me to my feet. I watched as he walked to the sink and washed his hands, looking at me in the mirror. "You will also have handcuffs," he uttered, surprising me. He chuckled at my baffled expression, taking the black leather cuffs from the petite table where the riding crop was also lying.
"Hands," he ordered, and I stretched my arms, following every move of his long fingers as he skilfully closed the buckle tightly around my wrists. "I’ll tell you what I want you to do, and I expect your full cooperation." I gulped, nervous. I just couldn’t imagine how I could obey his orders when I was cuffed.
"Don’t be scared, princess," he spoke softly, leaning closer and kissing my flushed cheek. I licked my dry lips, taking in a steady breath to calm my erratic heartbeat. "We both want to have fun here, right?" He was staring into my hazel eyes, grazing his finger down my jaw to my chin. "I'll make sure we enjoy it," he reassured me, and I relaxed a little, probably looking at him like a lost puppy.
I was afraid of failing him. I was willing to learn anything, but I was sure I couldn’t handle seeing disappointment in his beautiful crystal-blue eyes.
"The riding crop is here just as a precaution," he continued, pressing his thumb against my lower lip, which I parted to allow him to insert it into my mouth. I liked the look he was giving me every time I sucked it. From just that glance, wetness pooled between my trembling legs. "I’m going to use that skilled mouth of yours to my liking," he whispered, pushing his thumb deeper into my mouth. "I can’t wait to see you on your knees, gagging on my cock," he went on, arousing me with only his words while I sucked his first digit.
I felt as my nervousness was rapidly replaced by curiosity. I wanted to know how to please him in the best way possible. I couldn’t wait to touch his amazingly sculpted body, to kiss and lick every inch of his skin, to savour the taste of him.
