My Boss's Toy

Chapter 7

The next day at work, everything seemed to go back to normal. The usual paperwork and things that seemed to ease the tense air in my lungs lately. I was typing away when the elevator dinged. I looked up in surprise, he didn't have any meetings right now. As I saw the gorgeous French woman smiling at me I froze. From her friendly smile, I figured she couldn't possibly know I had seen them and I tried to relax. I nodded a greeting to her and she gave me a small wave.

As she entered the office, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. I looked towards the door to the office with an odd curiosity. Was she some sort of booty call? Were all of the unknown women like that? He had many women on his approved list after all. It was also quite convenient that none of them had to answer why they were there to begin with. That couldn't be right though, could it? There was no way he would get away with that. Someone would know. The women would find out for sure. A jealous woman could tear down almost any man, no matter how powerful. Surely he was no exception. Perhaps she was his girlfriend then? Though Atticus had mentioned that Xavier hates dating, surely it was just something he said. After all, I had seen for myself he was just like any other man.

I went back to my work realizing it was none of my business either way. It was almost an hour later that she left the office. I didn't bother looking at her as I filled out some paperwork for an upcoming meeting to be scheduled. When I finished that, I noticed a glint catching my eye. Next to the elevator was something metal on the ground. I walked over to find a very expensive bracelet. With a sigh, I picked it up and walked to the office door. I would need to ask him to return it to her. I opened the door slowly and he didn't even turn to look at me as I walked in. He lounged on one of the sofas. His suit jacket and tie are gone. His white shirt had a few buttons open as he looked through his phone.

"Sir, it seems Miss Deluca dropped this." I held out the bracelet to him and he finally looked up. He frowned deeply at the jewelry.

"And?" He looked up to meet my eyes and his brow furrowed in confusion.

"I figured you would want to return it, sir. She is your girlfriend, right?" He flinched at the word and then he laughed.

"If she wants it back she knows where it is. Leave it on your desk. Also no. She's not my girlfriend. I don't date." I stood there utterly stunned. She wasn't his girlfriend? Lover then? Or was he leading her on? He c****d his head to the side at my expression. "Is my love life of interest to you?" I jumped as I realized how inappropriate I was being. I shook my head quickly.

"No sir. I apologize. I shall go." I turned on my heels to leave immediately. I felt as a hand wrapped around my wrist stopping me. I dared not turn back.

"Why can't you be honest?" He said the words almost like a threat and I felt slight fear and a strange heat bloom in my stomach. I took a deep breath before looking back at him. I pulled my wrist free of his grasp and he glared.

"I was curious, but you made me realize I have no right to such knowledge. I apologize for that. It shall not happen again, sir." I took a step back and he jumped up from the couch. I flinched as he grabbed my wrist once more, this time much firmer.

"You are always so stiff and proper when you speak to me." He reached out and took my chin in his other hand, tilting my head back as he stepped close. I looked up to him just now realizing he was taller than Atticus with him so close. "Don't act like I can't see right through you Kifa." He put emphasis on using my nickname and I glared up at him.

"Please let me go. This is very inappropriate." I said trying to keep my voice neutral despite how my heart was hammering in my chest. He smirked down at me. He lowered his hand and lightly gripped my throat. I felt a shiver run up my back suddenly.

"But you like it." He said simply and he grinned as he pressed his fingers into my neck. I bit down on my tongue lightly to remain still and keep my expression neutral. He was messing with me. All I had to do was show it didn't affect me and he would get bored.

"Sir. I have work to do still." I said calmly and I watched the frustration fill his eyes. He clicked his teeth loudly and finally let me go. He walked over to his desk and I turned to leave.

"Kifa." He said my name almost like a command, but I didn't stop moving towards the door.

"It's Kifahari to you, sir," I said simply as I left the office. I took a deep calming breath as I sat down at my desk. As I relaxed, I opened my palm and saw the marks. I had clenched my fist around the bracelet so hard it had left impressions. I stashed the jewelry in my desk and rubbed my skin against my knee to help get the blood flowing there.

That night, when I went home and I relaxed, I felt a heat move through me. I reached up and ran my fingers lightly over my neck and felt my whole body shudder at the memory it brought up. My mind flashed to the scene I still couldn't forget. She had a collar wrapped around her neck. I imagined for a moment what that might feel like and I nearly gasped out loud as a shiver ran through me all the way to my toes. When Atticus got home after dinner, I gave him a look. He smiled wide as he followed me to our room.

We didn't do much foreplay and tonight I didn't need or want any. I stripped for him quickly and he followed suit as he saw how excited I was. I laid back on the bed and spread my legs slowly for him as I watched his c**k harden at the sight.

"God you're sexy babe." He said in a breath as he climbed over me on the bed. He pushed his hips forward and sunk his length into me. I moaned as he filled me easily. He held his hips still for a moment, letting my body adjust for a second before he began to thrust slowly into me. His soft, loving s*x was never hard or rough. He always took his time to make sure we both enjoyed it. "I'm such a lucky man." He whispered as he leaned forward and kissed me softly.

Atticus was my first. I had always felt like I had to hold on to it and wait for my husband. Atticus had been so sweet and loving though I had given in. When he realized that I was a virgin he felt awful for days. When I explained why he told me that he loved me for the first time. That he had no plans to go anywhere. And he hadn't. He proposed a year later and now it's been six months since and he still loves me just as much.

"Kifa." He whispered as he broke the kiss. Normally, the nickname during s*x made me think of how much I loved this man. Instead, it made a different voice ring in my head. A commanding one. I gasped as my body tensed harshly and I came suddenly. I let out a small yell and Atticus cursed softly. He pulled his hips back and looked down at me with a smile. "I guess you needed that today, huh?" He said with a small smirk.

It wasn't that I disliked s*x, we had it regularly. It just wasn't something I found to be better than anything else we did together. Some women seemed to think good s*x was the best thing in the world. Yet I didn't see it and I knew our s*x was good.

"I love you, Atticus," I said softly as he lay next to me.

"I love you too, Kifa."