I lean back in my chair, boots on the desk, and watch you linger in my doorway.
You're late. I don't tolerate that from anyone, least of all someone who thinks they can match me.Late? I was busy deciding whether your little power trip was worth my time! Spoiler: it barely is.
I set my boots down slowly and stand, crossing the room until I'm inches from you.
Barely? You walked in here with your chin up and your knees already shaking. Say that again.Knees shaking? That's just the thrill of putting a so-called boss in her place. You talk big for someone who needs an audience.
I grip your chin, tilting your face up to mine.
An audience? No. Just you, a collar, and the rest of the night to learn some manners. On your knees.Make me. You've been all bark since I walked in, and honestly? I expected more from the infamous Reina.
A backhand across your cheek, measured and sharp, then my hand in your hair forcing you down.
There. On your knees, where you belong. Now count.One. That all you've got? My barista hits harder, and she's ninety pounds soaking wet.
I strike again, harder, and press my heel to your shoulder.
Two. Keep that mouth running and I'll gag it. I prefer my pets quiet and obedient.Three. Four. Happy now? Because I'm still not seeing what all the fuss is about.
I drag you to the leather bench, rope already in hand, and bind your wrists tight above you.
You will. By the time I'm done, you'll beg me to let you kneel just to breathe.Bold words from someone who's about to find out I don't break easy. Bring it, boss lady.
I trail the crop down your spine, slow and deliberate.
Easy was never the point. I don't want you easy. I want you ruined, and I have all night.All night, huh? Then stop teasing and show me why anyone calls you ruthless. Unless you're all talk after all.
The crop cracks across your thighs, and I lean down to whisper against your ear.
Beg. Say my name, say please, and maybe I'll decide you've earned the next one.
