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Chapter 1: Lacy I already feel the pressure of today weighing on me. A huge meeting that can determine the fate of the company isn’t something to take lightly. I finish reviewing the notes that Alexander left for me to add to in preparation for the negotiations. I shake my head and mentally correct myself. No. Not Alexander. When I’m at my desk, I’m only allowed to call him Mr. Clay. When I’m at my desk, he’s my boss and only my boss. Another deep breath. Get control, Lacy, I tell myself. I know that the meeting today is too important to let things like that slip. Mr. Clay needs this app developer to further no less than three of his partnerships. This deal isn’t the type of thing that comes around every day and it’s been months in the making. He’ll do worse than beat me if we lose the agreement because of some fact or note I’ve missed. Mr. Clay takes nothing as seriously as the company he’s poured himself into. My phone beeps and the red light flashing tells me exactly who it is. Only Mr. Clay gets that extra bit of notification. I clear my throat, put on my customer service smile and answer the phone. “Good morning, Mr. Clay.” “Lacy, I need to see you in my office.” His voice is stern and serious. I hate that it sends chills through my body. Professionalism, Lacy, I remind myself. I bite my lip and glance over to his closed office door before swallowing. “Would you like me to bring anything?” “Yourself. Now.” His voice drops lower, taking on the authoritative dominant tone that shatters any illusion of this being a business affair. I hang up the phone and stand, brushing my hand over my mid-thigh length pencil skirt and double checking my silk blouse. The five-inch heels I wear are just for Alexander, while the rest of the outfit fits the dress code that Mr. Clay insists on. I like toeing the line between brat and good secretary. Professionalism with a tease of more – a tease that only Alexander recognizes. I’ve had to learn to tell the sides of the man apart. And right now, I know I’m walking in to see Alexander – my dom of one year. The man that knows just how to play my body so I need him, want him, and hate him all at once. The same man that is a consistent fan of having fun at work despite insisting on maintaining boundaries. The man that is slightly different from the boss who demands perfection each and every moment while continually pushing for more growth. I put a hand on the Mahogany door next to his full name and take a stabilizing breath. The door opens silently, and I walk in, listening to my heels click on the marble floor. I turn and shut the door, locking it to make sure we’re not interrupted. Swallowing, I turn, feeling my ponytail swish over my shoulder. Alexander stands just in front of his desk, his arms behind his back, gazing out his huge window. For a second, I remember the first time he called me into his office for something like this. I’d been so nervous; I’d laughed when he told me what he wanted. I’d been so sure it was all business at work that I’d brought a note pad for a coffee order. So much had changed in the last nine months since we decided to take our fun beyond the bedroom. Now, it feels normal to come into his office for an afternoon or morning delight. And it feels normal to look him over, head to toe and back while picturing every single way he can and will defile me. My eyes flick to the desk, eager to see what I’m in for before he gets started. He has a bundle of black nylon rope, a crop, and a body wand. I shiver in anticipation. I’ve either been very bad or very good. Alexander doesn’t turn around, giving me a moment to ponder. He never punishes me for anything that goes on at work, but I have flirted on more than one occasion while at work ... which is a punishable offense. I ignored three phone calls when I was annoyed with him. I’ve also gotten on Tinder. But he can’t possibly know that last bit. Still, I force my eyes to linger on the rope. As silly as it is, I feel like considering seeing someone else deserves punishment – whether he knows or not. The guilt bugs me, makes my stomach roll. I bite my lip and consider telling him today isn’t the day to play. As many needs as Alexander fulfills ... he made it clear at the beginning that he would never stay exclusive to me and that we would never be more than friends with benefits. It was inescapably clear that he meant every word and I’d jumped at it, willing to say anything to get more than a tease of his touch. I’ve never regretted the agreement, the nights we’ve spend working late, the times we’ve gone out for dinner to discuss work or check in with each other, or the benefits. And the benefits are excellent, but lately ... lately I’ve craved more than what he’s willing to offer. I shake my head and refocus. I have time to think about that later. This could possibly be our last office time f**k and I’m not willing to give that up or make the rest of today awkward. Especially when it’s impossible to deny how badly I want Alexander to touch me, mark me, and f**k me. My face flushes and heat crawls across my skin as I slowly close the distance between us. The way my thighs brush through my silky thigh-highs with each step, each memory of what we’ve done in this office, it all makes me painfully aware of what’s waiting for me when Alexander turns around. I twirl my finger in the tips of my ponytail, watching my blonde hair as it tries to hold the curl. Once I’m close enough to touch Alexander, I stop. He turns to face me and a soft smile tugs at his lips as he looks me over. His dark brown eyes smolder any lingering hesitation and I feel a familiar excitement buzzing in my skin. “Lacy.” He murmurs. I close some of the distances between us while trying to ignore the significant height difference. It doesn’t matter that I have the extra height of the heels. I’m only 5’4” and he’ll tower over me no matter what shoes I wear. But even just looking at him makes me forget every other man in the world. His sharp jaw, the way he’s tamed his orange hair, and the hint of a wicked smile on his sinful mouth. The intense crispness of his suit over his broad shoulders and thick arms says he’s all business, but that look on his face shows how wild he really is. All of it makes my mouth water and reminds me of the kind of control he wields. The kind of control he’s about to use to make me obedient. “Your view is better than any other office.” I say, eager to break the silence. The anticipation weighs heavily on me. Not knowing what to expect is a sweet torture and I don’t want to say the wrong thing or do the wrong thing and be forced to go even longer without his touch. I bend over slightly, knowing that the motion will drag my skirt up my thighs and give him an excellent view of my red thong. I rub my hands down my legs and wrap my fingers around my ankles. One of his favorite positions. I glance back at him, just to make sure I didn’t misunderstand the purpose of our meeting. Alexander looks me over, his eyes focusing on my ass. I notice the growing bulge in his pants and bite my lip. “Quite a view.” He appraises. “It really is.” I agree, looking him over again. “But I can think of a few ways to improve it.” “Would you like to enlighten me?” He asks with a rough edge to his voice, gently tugging at his tie. “Or would you prefer to address the ... business at hand?” The glint in his eyes tells me he has plenty planned for us. I see the intensity, the hunger, and the heat barely restrained in his gaze. But rather than acting on it, Alexander continues to watch. His eyebrow c***s up and he leans back against his desk, putting more distance between us. I hate his quiet moods and he knows it. Being denied his attention is the worst kind of punishment he’s found for me, and he uses it liberally. Even though we’re on the clock, even though we have an hour before his meeting, he’s dragging this out. I’m terrified he’s going to get me started, get me wet and aching, then make me suffer the rest of the work day before he finally lets me come. Which means I have to push harder to get what I want. I know how the game is played. Facing him, I slowly pop a button on my shirt. I lick across my bottom lip as I pop another button and then stroke over the curve of my breast. I bat my eyelashes at him and take a slow, full breath. “Knock it off.” He growls, despite the fact that he’s definitely harder than he was. A slight smile teases his lips. He pushes away from his desk and leans towards me. “I’m tired of your teasing, Lacy.” I bite back the urge to tell him to make me behave, and instead, let my hands drop to my sides, my fingers curling into the hem of my skirt in an attempt to behave. “Yes, sir.” He nods and takes a step towards me, his fingers slipping under my chin, so I’m forced to meet his eyes. “You’ve been a naughty girl, haven’t you?” “A little.” I hedge. He arches an eyebrow and I swallow hard before he wraps his hand around my throat. I don’t know whether to moan or whimper. I’ve missed him grabbing me like this. I love how easily he takes control, how he knows exactly how hard to push, how he trusts that I won’t break. “You know you’re not supposed to flirt at work. But right now, you’re going to follow through on each tease.” I feel my lips turn up in a smile. Alexander tightens his hand for a moment, fingers digging in until I’m dizzy. He releases me and steps back. “If you want me to touch you at all, you’re going to do exactly as you’re told. Do you understand?” I nod eagerly. “Yes, sir.” “Take off your clothes. Quick. We don’t have all day.” Being the good girl we both know I can be, I continue popping my shirt buttons, determined to drive him half as crazy as he drives me. I spread the shirt after undoing a button, making sure he can see the inch of skin revealed each time. His eyes follow my hands as I open my shirt, revealing the matching lacy red bra. I pull my arms out of the sleeves, then toss the shirt at him. It hits his chest and he watches it fall to the floor with a raised eyebrow. If I didn’t know better, I’d say he looks pissed, but I’ve learned how to read him. His clenched jaw says he’s trying to control himself since dominating me means delayed gratification for him. One day I’ll to break his control to see what he’s hiding under his super poised exterior. I bet it’s insane. I let my skirt fall to the floor and accept that today is going to be that day. So I turn in a slow circle and let my hair free, welcoming it spills down my back as I undo the clasp of my bra. I’ll let him keep control today if it means I finally get the ecstasy my body is begging for.