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I was going to give her another month or two of living in squalor, of begging our friends to take her in, but provenance landed her in my lap where I can now fully control the situation. As her boss, I’ll mold her, break her down until she’s nothing without me, then piece her back together into my perfect little girl.

My cock jerks as she repeats back to me exactly where she’s going and her promise to listen to Jack. As much as I want to hear Daddy spilling from her gaping lips, Sir will have to do for now. I’m not going to have her work for me for long. Just enough that she can make her money and move out, giving me the perfect opportunity to rob her of that freedom by firing her, sending her into a spiral until there’s nowhere else to turn but me. Hopefully, this time, she’ll make the right decision.

I’m a patient man, and I can play the long game. Hell, that’s all I’ve been doing since I moved away, but I’d be lying to myself if I didn’t admit that Cindy was part of the reason I moved back. It wasn’t all about making partner. That promotion just gives me more money and more leverage to make her mine. I was a nothing back then, but now, I’m a god, and she will bow to me or crumble.

Jack isn’t at the entrance yet, so Cindy still wanders about, her fingers skimming over the list I gave her. If only it was my cock she was touching. Better yet, if it was my cock shoved down her throat while she begged for it. Just picturing her strung up, unable to move while I choke her over and over, is enough to send me over the edge. Grunting, I double my speed, slamming my hand down over my shaft several more times, groaning as it swells in that tell-tale fashion right before the explosion. Reaching out, I grab a tissue, catching my essence, so I don’t make a mess.

Soon, she’ll be my receptacle, and I won’t have to make do with just my hands. If I can wait that long. That’s a different story. Jack makes his way in, keeping enough of a distance so I don’t have to fire him and ushers Cindy out. Smirking, I send off a few more emails to the store clerks, detailing exactly how I want her to look, including her bras and panties. Every time she gets dressed for work, she’ll be dressing for me, and dammit if that fact doesn’t have me twitching again.

CHAPTER 5

Cynthia

The ride is silent as Jack takes me to the various stops. I open my mouth several times, wanting to ask him questions about Daniel, but then I close it again, unable to work up the nerve. Even if Daniel isn’t watching me in the car, there’s no way the conversation won’t be relayed back to him. Buildings blur by as we travel deep into the heart of the city. It seems like Jack’s been told exactly where to go and what order it’s in.

As if in order of how I would get dressed, we stop at the small lingerie shop first. How many times did I pass by this place and long to go inside? Daniel just doesn’t understand. It’s not that I don’t want nice or pretty things. It’s that I can’t afford them. Once, a long time ago, I debated getting yet one more credit card just to be able to shop here, but luckily, my self-preservation won out.

Jack follows me in, crossing his arms as he stands by the door. With his stance, he looks like he should be my bodyguard instead of my driver. The tiny woman manning the desk bounces over to us, a bright smile splitting her face in half. “You must be Cynthia! Everything is pulled out and waiting for you to try on. Mr. Grinwich told me what size he thought you were, but you know men. They know nothing when it comes to female clothing.”

My heart sinks as she leads the way. Somehow, Daniel would know. I’m not sure how, but I know it with every fiber of my being. Not only are the underthings going to look fabulous, but they’re also going to fit me like they were made for me. The thought should fill me with elation, but it doesn’t.

How often do women complain about men not knowing anything about them, yet here’s a man who seems to know me better than I know myself? I shouldn’t be so depressed at his knowledge of my body. I should count myself as lucky. But I can’t. His knowledge only serves as a reminder of what could have been. It’s the prick underneath the pleasure.

Sweat gathers on my palms as I slip into the small dressing room. Every inch is festooned with pink and girly things. There are bras and panties of all types laid out for me to look through and try on, almost too many. I don’t even know where to start. The colors are vibrant, mature, nothing like the girlish stuff I wore in high school. They almost clash with the riots of pastels surrounding me.

Picking each one up, I look first at the size then the price. I was right. It’s exactly my size. I still don’t know how he did it, especially when the bra I was wearing earlier was a raggedy, loose sports bra. I look again at the price, and my stomach churns. Just one bra costs enough to take care of several cab rides, and yet, he’s had a buffet spread out before me.

“Need help in there?” The chirpy voice of the lady helping me interrupts my thoughts.

Heat climbs my face as I turn and see the shadow under the door. “No. I’m good. Hey, did he say how many to pick out?” Mortification fills my body, and I tremble as I wait for the answer. It’s bad enough he ordered me to get new underwear, but it’s even worse that others know he’s picking out what he likes.

“Let’s see. You’re to have ten bras with matching panties that are an actual set. If you would like more, you can get ten other coordinating panties, just as long as they go well with the others. He also mentioned some comfortable loungewear and pajamas.”

I turn back again to look at the sets. There are twenty in all. So from that twenty, I need to narrow it down. From there, how in the world could I pick out another ten panties? Perhaps I should just let the lady pick them out. She seems to know more of what Daniel wants than I do.

A smile curls my lips as I look at the extravagant display in front of me. If he wants things to look a certain way, perhaps I should show him after all. Besides, I shouldn’t be the only one hot and bothered. If he wants to call me a viper and claim that I’m such a bad person, I should show him exactly what type of woman I actually am.

No longer am I that awkward teen with a boyish figure. Once he graduated and left, I finally blossomed into the woman I had always hoped to become. Pulling at the first set, I put on the deep red bra, the color showing off my pale skin to perfection. In the front, there’s a tiny bow to go with the matching panties - a thin, sheer piece of fabric held together by ribbons crisscrossing over my ass.

Two can play at this game. If Daniel wants to treat me like a child and dictate everything I do, then I’ll act as helpless as he thinks I am. Sliding my hand into the bra, I cup my breast and pull it up before doing the same to the other side. With this adjustment, I go from smoking hot to drop-dead gorgeous. I aim to let him know exactly what he’s missing. Let the office games begin.

Twisting at the waist, I first take an ass shot, making sure I stick it out and lean forward, showing off that part of me to perfection before taking one of my cleavage. Maybe I could take a full chest shot with a different bra, but this set is completely see-through. I need to leave at least something to his imagination.

Me: Does this meet with your approval?

CHAPTER 6

Daniel

Stifling a yawn, I sit back into my chair, listening to Charles McMillian talk about the new cases on the docket. None of them really interest me, but that’s the price I have to pay to move back here and become a partner. Level grinding…it’s the most boring thing in the world.

My pants pocket vibrates, and a soft smile curves my lips. I’m not sure where Cindy’s at in the trying-on process, but it seems about the right time for her to send some pictures. However, what meets my gaze when I look is not at all what I expected. Instead of a smart suit and crisp blouse, she’s decked out in nothing but an alluring set of bra and panties.

The color alone brings blood surging to my cock, making it increasingly difficult to sit still. What does that little minx think she’s doing? Shifting about, I slide my hand under the table, using small, meticulous motions to move the front of my pants without being seen. How in the hell could I explain this to the senior partners?

Another photo comes through, and it’s a closer shot of her ass, and I nearly groan out loud in front of the entire firm. Fuck. I scan her words, smirking at her small show of backbone. At least she’s a little stronger-willed than I thought. Normally, brats aren’t my thing, but the more she shows that side of her, the more ammunition I’ll have when I finally take her in hand.

The problem is, this demands a response. As much as I enjoy Cindy’s saucy retort to my leadership, I can’t let her think she’s getting the upper hand. It will only cause confusion and backtracking later. I pause for a moment, staring at her ass. She really has changed. Smirking, I shake my head and decide to play along. If she wants a banter war, then she can have one. My fingers fly over the screen as I tap out my response.