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“I can manage, Sir,” she said, giving him a determined look. “I know I’m little compared to you, but I’m strong.”
“You’re little compared toanyone,” he growled, frowning. “From now on if you have to reach something on a high shelf, come get me. Don’t try a dangerous stunt like this…” He gestured with one big hand at the stepstool with the books stacked on top of it. “Ever again.”
“But what if you’re busy?” Addison protested. “I don’t like to interrupt your important work, Commander!”
Her boss’s frown had deepened.
“I’d rather be interrupted than see you get hurt, Addison. I mean it—come get me. Don’t try something like this again—you’re too little.”
Addison made a face.
“Yes,Daddy,”she said in her best teenaged brat voice.
His golden eyes had widened, then narrowed.
“Whatdid you just call me?”
Addison’s heart had begun galloping in her chest. She hadn’tmeantto say that out loud—it just slipped out! Maybe because she’d been fantasizing about her boss for so long and wishing he could be what she wanted so desperately.
“Oh, uh—sorry. I meant to say, yesSir,”she mumbled, her cheeks getting hot.
Commander Courick stood there staring down at her with a searching look in his eyes for a long moment. Then he turned and left, the familiar scowl back on his face.
But for a moment—just a moment—it had been erased and replaced with concern—concern forher, Addison reminded herself. He’d caught her and held her.Andhe’d told her to come get him, no matter how busy he was. Her wellbeing was more important to him than his work. Just the thought made her heart sing! Maybe, justmaybesomething might happen between herself and the big Kindred after all!
But then things had gone right back to normal. And it seemed like no matter how many times she spilled paper clips or thumbtacks or anything else on the floor and picked them up, Commander Courick was determined not to notice her.
She’d even deliberately “dropped” a handful of papers right under his desk and went down to pick them upwhilehe was working. The desk was a big piece of solid oak furniture and it was open on both sides. This allowed her to scatter the papers almost at her boss’s feet and then dive down between his legs to gather them up.
Thishad provoked at least some reaction from him.
“Ms. Davis?Whatare you doing down there?” he’d demanded, looking down between his legs.
“Oh, sorry—I just spilled the report papers everywhere!” Addison had given him her wide-eyed innocent look—though since her face was nearly in his crotch, the innocent part might not have beenquiteso effective. But she wanted him to picture her down there—maybe even imagine her sucking his thick cock. The thought gave her a naughty shiver down her spine.
“Well, just…hurry up about it. Should I get up?” he growled, frowning.
“No, no—I’ll be done in just a minute!” Addison assured him. But then she proceeded to take her time gathering the papers, making sure that her hair and face brushed against her boss’s inner thighs as much as possible. As close as she was, she could see that she was affecting him— he kept shifting in his seat and there was a sizable lump growing in the crotch of his uniform trousers. She wished she dared to touch it…
Addison had been sure the paper gathering incident would get a reaction, but her boss went right back to determinedly ignoring her as soon as she was out from under his desk. Which was why she’d resorted to typos…andthe reason she’d gone back to the club last night.
The club Addison most often frequented was a place called The Torture Palace. It was a place devoted to the BDSM lifestyle located in Ybor City—the historic part of downtown Tampa.
It wasn’t especially safe to go there by herself…but Addison didn’t have a Dom to protect her. She wouldn’t have risked it but she hadneeds—needs she could only ignore for so long. Also, she couldn’t help hoping that she might meet just the right guy—someone who wanted a long-term relationship rather than just to “play” for a single night.
Unfortunately, she only seemed to meet jerks—all the good Doms already had as many subs as they wanted. Some of them might have been willing to take Addison on as another one of their many conquests, but she didn’t like to share. She wanted to find a man who was devoted only to her…though that was beginning to feel impossible.
Last night had been an especially dismal episode, she admitted to herself as she stood in her boss’s office, trying to look innocent and apologizing for spelling “there” as “their.” She’d hooked up with a Dom who seemed nice at first…but he had turned out to be a CHUDWA—a Clueless Het Dom Wannabe—the kind of man who has no idea what the Lifestyle is all about and just wants to posture and preen and order women around and hit them.
He had tied Addison to the St. Andrew’s Cross and then proceeded to cane her bare ass,waytoo hard. She’d gasped and cried her safe word, which was “lavender” but he completely ignored her. At last one of the Club Moderators had come over and stopped the scene—but by that time Addison’s ass was the color of a sunset and she had red marks she was sure were going to turn into bruises.
And sure enough, she’d been right—her ass was covered in red welts and purple bruises today. Which meant that sitting down wasextremelypainful. In fact, she’d had to put one of her fluffiest plushies—her bunny rabbit, Mr. Whiskers—on the car seat to even drive herself to work that day. Sitting on Mr. Whiskers wasn’t very dignified, however, so she had decided not to bring him into the office with her. She’d just been standing and leaning all day and keeping her bruised bottom as far from a chair as possible.
“…and retype it correctly.”
“Excuse me?” Addison realized that her mind had wandered and she’d missed what Commander Courick was telling her.
“Isaid,you’re going to sit down and retype this letter correctly so we can send it out with today’s mail,” he repeated, frowning down at her.
