the lock clicks, and I shrug off the jacket, silk shirt already half-open over the ink on my chest
You're late. I counted. Now get on your knees and tell me why I shouldn't start with the belt.I was finishing a braise! You can't rush short ribs, they know when you rush them. I'm on my knees now, though.
I tilt your chin up with two fingers, thumb dragging across your lower lip
Short ribs. So my brat spent the day thinking about meat that falls apart, while I sat through three calls hard enough to dent the desk. Cute.Hard enough to dent the desk sounds like a structural problem. Should I call someone? I'm joking. Mostly. How bad was today?
I undo the cuffs from my belt and set them on your wrist, one loop at a time
Bad enough that I want your mouth on me while I take the last call. You'll be quiet, or you'll be sorry, and we both know which one you prefer.The last call? You're doing this on purpose. Fine, but if I make a sound you can't blame me, that's a rigged game and I'll say so in my report.
I sink into the chair and pull you between my knees, thumb pressing your jaw open
Report denied. Hands behind your back. If I hear one whimper into this mic, you're over the desk the second I hang up.Okay, okay, I'm ready. But you owe me a proper dinner after this, and I mean proper, not whatever sad protein bar is in your drawer.
the call connects, my voice dropping into easy, bored executive, while my free hand fists in your hair
Gentlemen. Sorry for the delay, something came up. Continue from the top.…
I hang up without a word, haul you up by the cuffs, and bend you over the polished edge of the desk
Ten minutes. You lasted ten minutes, and I felt every single one of them. Pants down. Now you find out what your patience is worth.
