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"Yes, princess." I kissed her jaw gently, putting my palm on her cheek. "You have nothing to worry about. On the contrary, I believe you will like it very much."
"And if not?" She was cautiously watching my face for any changes.
"Then we’ll leave," I replied nonchalantly. From what I knew about her, I was sure she would be okay there. However, because she had never visited that kind of place, she was scared, as if I wanted her to enter the pits of hell.
"You won’t be disappointed by me?" she continued her questioning, and I realised she was overly tense about my reaction. And I didn’t like it at all.
"No, princess," I answered truthfully, stroking her arm, which she hooked around my neck affectionately. "I will never be disappointed if you use your safe word or leave a place where you do not feel at ease. I want you to feel happy and safe," I stated, staring into her eyes, which were big like saucers. "Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," she whispered, taking a deep breath.
"Good." I kissed the tip of her nose, satisfied with her answer. For the whole time we were talking, my phone didn’t stop vibrating on my desk, reminding me of how much work I had to do before I could leave and enjoy a weekend with my girl. With a heavy sigh, I pushed her to her feet, and I stood up as well.
"Time to work, sweetheart." I sighed, and she giggled, pointing to my shirt. It was bloody. Not very suitable for a meeting with I didn’t even know who.
"Yours isn't better." I motioned for her to look in the mirror, and she nearly screamed. One thing was her make-up, but the other was her blouse. It looked much worse than my shirt, and I opened the closet, taking out another one.
"You are prepared for everything." She gave me a radiant smile, and I chuckled.
"I have it here in case I destroy your clothes during one of our games," I uttered with a wink when she took it off, standing in front of me only in her bra.
"Too bad you have such a busy day." She waved her hand, acting unavailable, and I really wanted to continue in this little play, but the hard knock on the door interrupted us.
"Back to reality, princess," I muttered under my breath, slightly annoyed. I couldn’t wait to be with her in my club. It’ll be a night to remember.
39
Coffee From the Boss
Electra
IwassittingbehindMr Thorn’s desk in his office. His computer was the only one that worked in the entire company. I’d called IT support, but when they came, they couldn’t solve the problem immediately, so I only answered the phones, hoping that nothing serious would come by email. However, when some girl from the new catering company called to say that they’d lost the guest list for tomorrow’s party, I had to send them the new one.
I was typing my response to another email when Mr Thorn walked in, and instantly, a small smirk appeared on his face. He was smiling a lot more these days, which I really liked.
"Are you the new boss here?" he asked, taking off his black suit jacket and sitting down opposite me, letting me admire his muscular chest and arms, pressed in a perfectly fitting button-up shirt.
"Yes," I replied. "I’ve got a promotion."
"It’s great that it’s Friday. I have a whole weekend to prepare for you bossing me around," he teased, and I quickly shook my head no, raising my index finger at him.
"You won’t get out of this so easily," I objected, grinning wickedly at him. "You better make me a coffee, slave," I commanded, realising my error as soon as the words left my mouth.
Mr Thorn’s brows shot up, and I quickly inhaled. He slowly stood, making my stomach twist with unease. I genuinely wasn’t sure what he was about to do. He walked towards me, not breaking eye contact, while I forgot to even breathe properly. He stopped next to me, taking a fistful of my long hair and tugging on it, which made my head lean back. I’d let my hair fall freely down my back before, and I slightly regretted it when he was towering over me, piercing me with his disapproving eyes. He leaned closer, and I gulped. My insides turned to jello from just his presence.
"I am still the boss here," he growled in a low voice, sending shivers down my spine. "I don’t take orders from you, you little dirty-mouthed slut. Do you understand?"
"Yes, sir," I breathed, feeling my hands tremble.
"Good." He leaned closer, and I almost whimpered when he softly kissed my cheek, leaving me completely dumbstruck. "Now, how do you like your coffee, princess?" My breath stuttered and struggled to form a sentence. He probably saw I wasn’t in the right state of mind to answer his simple question because he pulled away from me, brushing his fingers against my flushed skin and softly spoke.
"I’ll make you my favourite, okay? Let’s see if you like it." He winked at me, and I gave him a tentative smile.
"Yes, sir," was all I could muster, and with one last glance, he left me in his office chair, shocked, trembling, and aroused at the same time.
It took me a few moments to comprehend what had just happened. Mr Thorn was able to scare the shit out of me, calling me a slut and making me feel like his princess with only a few sentences. How on earth was this possible?
Every time he acted like this, I was lost. He could ask for anything, and I would happily oblige. My heart thundered in my chest like I’d run a marathon, when in reality, my boss only handled my teasing like a true Dom, reminding me I should absolutely be more careful with my words. I was sure that if I called him a slave next time, I would end up bent over the table, counting the strokes. However, it wasn’t such a bad prospect.
