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“I will always be ready for you whenever you ask, regardless of how I feel.”
“Yes.”
“What if I’m sick?”
“I will be the judge of that.”
Shaking her head, she says, “If I displease you, you reserve the right to punish me. What the hell does that mean?”
“Don’t displease me and you will never find out.”
“Excuse me but I need to know, now, actually.”
She looks a little angry, which excites me, and I say darkly, “If I catch you flirting, if I don’t have your full attention and if you talk back to me in public, those kinds of things.”
“Then you will...” She looks a little fearful and I shrug.
“Spanking mainly. I may tether you to my bed, deprive you of orgasm, confiscate your possessions, that kind of thing.”
“For talking to another guy—are you serious?”
She sounds incredulous, and I shrug. “Not talking, Holly, flirting, there’s a big difference.”
“But what if they flirt with me, how can I change that?”
“It’s how you deal with it that counts. Anyway, why are you bothered about the punishments, I can’t imagine ever having to chastise you because you haven’t upset me so far, have you?”
Her breathing is slightly irregular, and she says huskily, “Have you forgotten when you attacked me for talking back to you because I haven’t?”
She takes her pen and draws a line through the paragraph and says icily, “Clause number seven, denied.”
Leaning back, I smirk. “You may decide to change your mind on that.”
“Why would I?” She looks utterly horrified and I lean forward and fix her with my darkest look and whisper, “Because we both know you loved every second of it.”
I love how she squirms on her seat and just the flush in her cheeks tells me I am right and she quickly looks down and laughs softly, “I must call you sir in the office and the bedroom but when we are in casual company, I may call you Dexter. Wow, I’m honored.”
She shakes her head and I shrug. “I thought that was fair.”
The amusement in her eyes makes me happier and I know she will sign. There may be a few more lines through it, but I expected that. She will learn, though. Holly hates to think she’s the perfect submissive, but she is. I knew that the second she walked toward me in Media Corp, hating every minute of the humiliation she was suffering, yet she did it anyway against every screaming bone in her body.
By the time she finishes, there are several lines slashed through the page and I’m a little disappointed to see she’s not a fan of the whip, flogger, or bondage. She’ll learn and I resign myself to a longer time teaching her how much pleasure they give but am impatient to get things started, so as soon as she scrawls her signature on the dotted line, I pounce.
“You’re mine now, in every way possible.”
She looks up at me shyly as I stand towering over her and says softly, “It appears so.”
Pulling her from the chair, I grind my lips to hers in a mad frenzy because I have never felt as powerful as the moment she signed her life away to me.
She moans against my mouth and it would be so easy to fuck her all night but tonight is all about setting the tone of our relationship, so I stand back and say darkly, “I want you to strip for me.”
Her heightened color sends a surge of lust to my already crazed cock and she nods and reaches for her zipper and pulls it down in one swift move. My breath hitches when I see what I’ve just acquired and as my eyes feast on her body, I growl, “All of it.”
Slowly and sensuously, she removes every delicious strip of silk lingerie and the silence in the room is only interrupted by the clock ticking on the wall. I love that she has lost her nerves because she hasn’t even looked at the door once, telling me she’s ready.
“Kneel.” My voice is husky, and she kneels gracefully down before me, naked and proud and every wish I ever had is granted as she falls at my feet. I know she’s enjoying this and isn’t playing the victim here because this is a delicious game we both appear to want to play.
