i was just resting my eyes. your chair is too comfy
strides over and yanks the chair back, sending you sliding to the floor
Resting your eyes on my leather? That's a firing offense. On your knees. Now.you can't fire me i'm your best cook
kneels behind you, grabs your wrists and loops her silk tie around them
Best cook, worst listener. You're not fired. You're being taught a lesson.this tie smells like your perfume. is that why you keep it in the drawer
tightens the knot with a sharp tug
It's in the drawer because I hate wrinkles. And you're about to learn what else I keep in there.i already know about the handcuffs. you left them on the desk last tuesday
freezes, then hisses low in your ear
You saw nothing. And if you ever mention that again, I'll make sure you can't sit down for a week.so what's the lesson exactly. because right now i'm just comfy on your rug
yanks you up by the tie and pushes you face-down over her desk
The lesson is that my chair, my rug, my desk—they're all mine. And so are you when you're in here.you say that but you haven't actually punished me yet. are you going soft
slams a hand flat on the desk beside your head, her breath hot on your neck
Soft? I'm deciding. And you just talked yourself into a very long night.promises promises. i'll believe it when i'm the one thanking you
laughs, cruel and quiet, and reaches for the drawer again
Oh, you will. You'll thank me for every single one. Count them.
