Part 11
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*STRONG AND DEGRADING LANGUAGE! MATURE SCENES! VIEWER DISCRETION IS ADVISED!*
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“What do you want to know?” I asked as I flipped my hair to my back.
He was silent for a moment, “I want to start with why you dropped out of college.”
Dämn, I didn’t want to think about why I was forced to drop out, but he was staring at me, searching my eyes.
I sighed and began, “Well, I lived around New Orleans with my parents and I was going to Tulane. I wanted to graduate, but my grandmother who used to live out here recently...passed.”
His face softened and he grabbed my hand and held it as I continued, “We were close. We talked almost every day. She was my rock and she paid for me to go to college. That was the only thing she ever asked of me. She use to say ‘Never let a man take care of you. Be independent, Genny. Get your degree and buy yourself the life you want.’.”
I paused to collect myself, suddenly feeling very emotional.
“Sorry,” I whispered as I looked down at the table. It hurt to think about her as it was so recent.
I regretted dropping out of college and I missed my grandmother. It was unfair the way that life worked sometimes.
His thumb rubbed against my knuckles, “You’re fine, Genevieve.”
“Sorry about your wait, Mr. Blackstone. Would you like me to pour this for you?” The waiter held the bottle above our glasses.
“Yes, thank you,” Dom answers, but his eyes never leave my face.
The waiter pours the wine into our glasses and puts the bottle back into the bucket of ice.
“Your food should be out shortly,” he stated before disappearing behind the wall separating us from the rest of the restaurant.
“Continue,” He lightly commanded.
“Um,” I begin, “So I dropped out to come and clear out her house and get it ready to sell. Her and my mother were never close so she left her savings to me.
That’s how I bought my apartment here in town. She would be disappointed if she knew that I had dropped out to come and dote over her stuff, but she was my rock, Dominic. She was my best friend and now I have no one.”
The thoughts rush out of my mouth and I blush at the suddenly shared information.
“You have me. If you ever need anything, Genevieve, please just ask.” I could hear the sincerity in his voice and it made my heart skip a beat.
“Thank you, Mr. Blackstone," I shyly whispered, suddenly self-conscious about my over-sharing.
His eyes darkened, “Dom,” he growled and he squeezes my hand.
“Dom,” I gasp and my eyes widen and I wasn’t thinking about my grandmother anymore. I was thinking about this man beside me, his face, his dark honey colored eyes, his muscles.
His eyes looked back down now, at the pendant around my neck and when they returned my gaze, his pupils had overtaken the color in his eyes.
“Are you,” he asks, his thumbnail lightly digging into the skin on the top of my hand.
“Am I what,” I breathed out, knowing the question he was asking.
“A slüt,” he growls again.
I clenched my thighs together, feeling a heartbeat in my core, “Dominic,” I moaned.
He grabbed my knee and ran his hand up my thigh under my dress, “Answer the question, Genevieve,” he commanded in a low and husky voice.
His hand traveling higher up my leg.
“Yes,” I moaned and grabbed his hand.
“Yes, what?” He squeezed my thigh and my eyes close.
Was this really happening? Was I really having this conversation with my boss? How far would I let this go?
“Genevieve, answer me. Yes, what,” He growled, his breath in my ear.
My breathing was heavy and his hand as steadily traveling up my inner thigh, a few more inches and his pinky would be touching my panties.
“Yes Dominic, I’m a slüt,” I heard myself whimper.
He growled loudly and nips at my ear lobe, his pinky now touching my panties.
“Yeah, you are. You’re such a fücking slût in this dress. In every skirt you’ve worn since coming to work for me. You wanted me to see your body, didn’t you, little slüt?”
He moved his hand so it was rubbing my core now and all I could do was focus on making sure that my moans didn’t get too out of control.
“Yes, sir,” I admitted.
His mouth was now on my neck, sucking hard, no doubt leaving a mark, but in a spot that my hair could cover.
“You’re so wet, Genevieve. I can feel it through your panties. You’ve soaked them. Take them off now and give them to me,” he whispered into my neck.
My eyes widened and I turned my head to him.
I see the waiter come around the wall with our plates and Dominic straightens himself. Its as if nothing happened.
He handed the waiter five 100 dollar bills, “Keep the change and don't come back," he told the man.
“Eat,” he commanded when the waiter left.
I cleared my throat and was still in shock about what just happened, still looking at him.
“I won’t say it again, Genevieve. Do as I say,” he said sternly.
I grabbed my fork and twirled the pasta around, suddenly much more hungry for something else.
“I can’t eat, sir,” I said quietly.
He dropped his fork on his plate with a loud *CLANK* and glared at me.
He got out of the booth and disappeared around the wall, reappearing a moment later with two to-go boxes.
He scraped the food into the boxes and gestured for me to get up.
He held the boxes in one hand and the other was on my hip, pushing me through the restaurant towards the door.
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