DOMINANT BY MY BOSS

Obsessed

I push back from the desk, stand up.

Pace now,damn it, I pace.

To the window.

Back to the desk.

The estate grounds stretch out below,dark lawns, iron gates, security lights winking in the distance.

No one gets in without my say, no one gets out either.

Not her.

I sit back down.

Force myself to work.

Sign off on the merger fixes,Leonard will owe me for cleaning up his mess.

Approve the new security protocols for the warehouses,double guards, new cameras, no blind spots.

Reply to a veiled threat from a rival in Chicago,short, cold, promising pain if they push further.

The words come easy.

Business is simple.

Predictable.

People want power, money, fear.

I give them all three in measured doses.

But her?

She’s not simple.

She’s a complication I didn’t plan for.

A maid in my house who started as nothing,a quiet shadow dusting corners,and turned into everything.

The way she trembles when I say her name.

The way she kneels without being told now.

The way she whispers “Master” like it’s the only word that matters.

I close my eyes for a second, lean back in the chair.

Remember the feel of her wrapped around me,hot, wet, tight enough to make my vision blur.

I could go upstairs now.

Wake her with my mouth between her legs.

Make her come again before she’s even fully awake.Hear her gasp my name in that sleepy, broken voice,but I don’t.

She needs rest,her body’s been through enough tonight.

Pushed to edges she didn’t know she had.I’ll let her sleep.For now.Tomorrow morning I’ll have her again,slower, maybe, in the shower, water running down her skin while I pin her to the tile and f**k her deep until she’s begging again.

I work for another hour.Clear the inbox. Set up meetings for the next day,downtown office, top floor, where the real power plays happen.

By 2:15 a.m. the house is dead silent.

Even the wind outside has died down.

I shut the laptop, stand up, stretch my shoulders.

They ache faintly from holding her up last night,from thrusting so hard the table shook.

A good ache.

The kind that reminds me I’m alive.

I head back upstairs.

Quiet steps.

The master bedroom door opens without a sound.

She’s still there,curled on her side, sheet twisted around her legs like she moved in her sleep, searching for me again.

Her face is peaceful now, no tears, no tension.

Just soft.

Innocent.

But I know better.

Under that innocence is fire.

Need.

Darkness that matches mine.

I strip down,shirt off, pants off, boxers last.

Slide into bed beside her.

The mattress dips.

She stirs, murmurs something low, rolls toward me instinctively.

I pull her into my arms,her back to my chest, my c**k nestling against her ass, already stirring again just from the warmth of her.

She sighs in her sleep, relaxes into me.

I bury my face in her hair,smells like shampoo and s*x.

My hand slides over her hip, rests flat on her stomach.

Protective.She’s safe here.With me,no one touches her no one takes her.

I close my eyes.Sleep comes slow,always does,but tonight it’s easier with her heat against me.

Her breathing pulled me like a drug.

*****

When morning comes,gray light filtering through the curtains, I wake before her.

6:17 a.m.

She’s still out, face buried in the pillow, one leg thrown over mine like she’s claiming me back.

I watched her for a while,chest rising and falling.

Lips slightly parted,the faint bruise bloomed on her throat from my hand last night.

I trace it lightly,barely a touch.

She doesn’t wake up.

I slip out of bed carefully.

Shower quickly,hot water pounding my back, washing away the night but not the memories.

Dress in the walk-in closet,black suit, crisp white shirt, no tie.

The scratch on my neck shows just above the collar.

I leave it.

Before I go, I lean over her.

Kiss her forehead softly.

She stirs but doesn’t open her eyes.

“Sleep,” I whisper.

An order.

She’ll obey.

I leave the room.

Head downstairs.

Bernstein is already in the foyer,coffee ready, black, no sugar.

He hands it to me without a word.

“Any updates?” I ask.

“Camilla was quiet overnight. No more questions. Fiona too.”

I nod.

Sip the coffee.

Burning hot.

Perfect.

“The car’s waiting, sir.”

I finish the cup in two swallows.

Hand it back.

Head out the front doors.

The black SUV idles in the drive,tinted windows, armored plates, driver Tom at the wheel.

He nods when I get in the back doesn’t speak smart man.

We pull out through the gates.The estate shrinks in the rearview,but my mind stays there,with her.

Sleeping in my bed.

Marked by me.

Waiting for me to come back.

Traffic is light this early.

The city wakes slow,streets gray under dawn light, a few joggers, delivery trucks rumbling past.

We reach the tower in twenty minutes.

El Massimo Tower,glass and steel, fifty stories, my name etched in black marble at the entrance.

Security nods as I pass,don’t meet my eyes.

Elevator straight to the top.

No stops.

The office is quiet.

Empty.

I like it that way

first in, always.

Desk overlooking the skyline.

I sit.

Boot up the systems.

More emails.

More deals.

A message from Leonard,apologetic, groveling, promising to fix the merger by noon.

I ignore it for now.

Open the security feed instead.

Cameras in the estate,every room, every hall.

I pull up the master bedroom.

She’s still sleeping.

Sheet low on her back, exposing the curve of her spine.

Hair fanned out.

Peaceful.

I watch for five minutes.

Just breathing.

Then I close it.

Force focus.

But every few minutes my mind drifts.

To her waking alone.

Wondering where I am.

Touching herself maybe—remembering my c**k inside her, my hand on her throat.

Getting wet again without me there to take care of it.

By 8 a.m. the floor starts filling,assistants, executives, the hum of power.

I call Leonard first.

He sits across from me,sweating already.

“Sir, about the merger....”

I cut him off.

“Fixed by noon, or you’re out.”

He nods fast.

Leaves faster.

Next meeting,port acquisitions.

Numbers fly.

Projections.

Risks.

I approve half, deny the rest.

My voice is calm,cold.

But under the desk my hand clenches.Thinking of her.Of going home early finding her in the shower pinning her against the wall.

Fucking her until the water runs cold.

Lunch comes,delivered, eaten at the desk,steak rare,potatoes,no distractions.

Afternoon meetings drag.

A rival’s lawyer on the phone,threatening lawsuits over territory.

I laugh once,low, dangerous.

“Try it.”

Hang up.

By 4 p.m. I’m done.

Can’t focus anymore.

The pull to her is too strong.

I shut down the systems.

Tell my assistant to cancel the rest.

Head down to the car.

Traffic thicker now,rush hour starting.

But Tom knows shortcuts.

We’re back at the estate by 5:15.

I go straight upstairs.

The bedroom door is closed.

I opened it.

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