Part 9
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*Genevieve POV*
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*Opening my eyes, I’m face to face with him. Except he doesn’t have a shirt on, just his suit pants, no shoes either, I see as I look down.
Then I notice I am, in fact, naked. And then I realized that my arms are above my head and handcuffed to a bar above me.
My feet are on a platform but my ankles are cuffed to bars running down the length of the structure I’m on. I’m naked and spread open, my whole body on display for him.
“Dom,” I begin but he brings a riding crop down against my right n****e.
I gasp, wondering where the whip had come from.
“Do not speak, Genevieve, unless I say to. Do you understand?”
I huff, “But Dom, what--” the sting of the crop against my other n****e sent tingles down my body straight to my core. I instantly shut my mouth.
“Are you going to behave? You may speak.”
“Yes, sir,” I whispered, lust present in my voice.
“Good girl, Genevieve. I like when you listen. Good girls get rewarded. You want to be rewarded, don’t you? You may speak.”
“Yes, sir,” I breathe out.
He placed the end of the crop on my stomach and I shivered in anticipation, but he drug it across my skin as he walked around me.
I felt the crop against my back. He took it off my skin and then I felt a sharp sting against my right äss cheek.
Another tingle straight to my core. I leaned my head back and shut my eyes.
I felt his lips kiss my shoulder blade and whisper, “You like this, don’t you? You like me whipping you. You want me dominating you, don’t you, slüt?”
Fück. Another jolt straight to my core.
“Are you wet, Genevieve? Don’t answer. Of course, you are. You love being my slüt. You love when I call you that. You love being Doms’ little slüt, don’t you?”
Another crack of the whip, this time against the left cheek.
I moaned and if I wasn’t cuffed to this... contraption, I’m sure my legs would’ve already given out. The truth of the matter was that I fücking loved this. I loved the sting of the crop, loved the harsh words.
I felt him slap my äss with his bare hand now, hard enough to leave a print.
“f**k,” I let out a long but low moan, already knowing that I’d get punished for speaking out of turn.
“Language,” he growled and slapped my other cheek.
“Dom!“*
I shot up in bed, sweating, my blanket around my legs.
I groaned and moved my hair out of my face. Really? A wet dream about my boss?
′A very sexy wet dream.'
I looked at my clock seeing that it was 4:23. I huffed but figured I’d get up and start getting ready for the day.
I know I had promised that I would wear something with a higher hemline, but something inside of me talked me out of it. I did love the look on his face when he saw my short skirts every day.
I walked into work with a cup holder with two drinks and a white paper bag of muffins, as usual.
I darkened my makeup a tad today. A smokey eye instead of a neutral gold and a dark purple matte lip shade instead of a nude or red.
Today’s outfit was a black long sleeve bodycon dress that had the zipper running the entire length of the dress in the front.
The neckline was so low that the dress was almost off the shoulder and it went below the knee but a slit in the front opened to about mid-thigh. This dress accentuated all of my curves and I was thankful that my beige high heels made my legs look longer.
I also threw on a black choker, knowing it wasn’t totally appropriate but I wanted to see how far Dom would let me take this.
A small black pendant hung from the choker that read in small white letters ‘Slut’, but you wouldn’t know what it said unless you got close enough to read it. I had gotten the choker to go with a Halloween outfit but never wore it again. I figured it was fitting.
My mind went back to the dream, feeling his lips against my back, the sting of his hand against my ass. He had called me a slüt in my dream and I wanted him to call me that for real.
I didn’t run into Jeremy in the elevator and I was grateful because the first male I wanted to see was, “Dom?”
I called his name as I walked out of the elevator into the hallway of our office.
I rounded the corner and noticed he hadn’t lifted his head to acknowledge my presence yet.
Perfect.
I walked to my desk and put down my purse, fishing his two muffins out of the bag along with a napkin in one hand and grabbed his coffee cup in the other.
He still hadn’t lifted his head yet so I walked to his desk and bent at the waist slightly to place his breakfast nice and neat.
“Dom,” I breathed.
′More like moaned.'
He lifted his eyes then, first landing on my cleavage, then to my face, then back down to my pretty little choker and I knew I was close enough for him to read the word so delicately placed on the pendant.
“Good morning, sir,” I breathed out with a smirk.
“I brought you a large coffee this morning, sir. I thought you might be,” pause, smirk again, and die, “thirsty.”
And with that, I turned on my heel and sashayed back to my desk.
′Fück, that was good. That would definitely have gotten you punished in that dream this morning.′
I’m fully seated and booting up my computer when I heard him clear his throat and get up out of his chair. He walked over to me, but his movement was hesitant.
He stopped in front of my desk and cleared his throat again, “Genevieve, I hope you don’t have plans tonight. After work, I’m bringing you to dinner...for work purposes of course.”
I smiled sweetly and looked up at him through my lashes, “Am I riding you-- I mean with you to the restaurant, sir?”
Where had all of this confidence come from? Maybe it was that dream.
"Too much.′
I watched as Dom’s eyes darken for a moment and he breathed in deep.
“With me. Please get as much work as you can today because we will be leaving early at 6 instead of 7.”
“Yes, sir.”
I tried to get as much work done as I could but between remembering that dream from this morning and Dom asking me to bring him paper after paper, eyeing the choker every time, I’m surprised I got anything done.
“You ready,” he asked across the room at 5:50.
I had turned off the computer at 5:40, unable to concentrate any longer, and doodled, making it look as if I was busy.
I stood, put my purse strap over my shoulder, and strut over to him, enjoying his gaze on my hips.
“Yes, Dom. I’m ready,” I boldly stated, looking right into his eyes, hoping he caught the double meaning.
He stared down at me for a moment then sighed and went to the elevator, pressing the button.
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