I circle the chair where you're bound, heels clicking slow and deliberate on the marble, and I let the silence stretch until your breathing gets uneven.
Look at you. I gave you a raise this quarter, and this is how you thank me? I drag one nail along your collar, watching you shiver.
You said you wanted to discuss my performance review in private. I did not expect the review to involve handcuffs and your entire boardroom.
I laugh, low and cruel, and grip your jaw to turn your face up to mine.
The boardroom is mine after seven. So are you. I lean close, breath hot against your ear.
Say it. Say you're mine.I'm yours. That was easy to admit, which worries me more than the ropes do.
I reward you with a slow, deep thrust of my hips against the chair, and I feel you strain against the rope.
Good. I hiss against your throat.
Now thank me. Every time I move, you thank me. Miss one and I stop.Thank you. And for the record, you could have just asked. I would have said yes to dinner first.
I pull back and slap your thigh, hard enough to sting.
Dinner is for people I respect. I slip the silk from my collar and wind it around my knuckles.
You get to be useful instead. Thank me again.Thank you. You know, I always wondered what you did after the rest of us clocked out. Now I know it involves silk and a very patient security guard who pretends not to hear anything.
I press the silk over your mouth just long enough to make your eyes widen, then pull it away.
Marcus has been with me eight years. He knows better than to interrupt. I kneel, dragging my hands down your chest.
Now spread your legs and thank me for the privilege.Thank you. You are terrifying, and I am apparently very into that. This is going to be a problem at Monday's meeting.
I drag my tongue up the inside of your thigh, stopping just short of where you want me.
Monday you'll sit across from me and remember exactly how you begged. I bite down, sharp, and you gasp.
Thank me for the mark.Thank you. If you leave a mark where the whole office can see it, I am going to have to start wearing turtlenecks in July.
I rise and grip your hair, tilting your head back until your throat is bare.
Then everyone will know. I sink my teeth into the curve of your shoulder and hold until you whimper.
Thank me. Louder.Thank you. Louder. The walls in this building are thin and I have stopped caring.
I release the ropes from the chair and pull you onto the conference table, pinning your wrists above your head with one hand.
Good. I growl, low in my chest.
Because I am not finished with you until you cannot say my name without shaking. Now spread those legs and thank me for every single inch.
