Chapter 07

Harry removed his glasses, placed them on the table, rubbed his eyes a few times, and stretched while yawning once again. Besides having to get up early to go from Kath's house to his own, change his clothes, and then head to the office, it wasn't entirely accurate to say he had slept little. In fact, he had only taken a few naps during the night, during which he dreamed of Kath, red clothing, silk scarves, intense gazes, moans, and bodies burning with pleasure.

He was tired, sleepy, but above all, his difficulty in organizing and filling out the spreadsheets on his computer was due to his extreme confusion. Two weeks earlier, when he met the CEO of the company where he had started working less than a month ago, he would never have imagined that she was a woman with a different, secret sex life. She had seemed very serious and dedicated, and he would have bet that she was the conservative type in her relationships.

Even less could he have imagined that he would be invited to participate in the intriguing, albeit somewhat threatening, sensual game she was promoting. She had caught his attention and aroused his desire immediately, but it seemed like a fantasy, an impossible dream for a mere chief accountant to get close, except for professional needs, to the largest shareholder and principal manager of the company.

Especially when this guy was the typical accountant, with nerdy glasses, nerdy clothes, nerdy friends, who dealt more with numbers than with people and, for many years, had considered it synonymous with fun to play chess with his grandfather, backgammon with his grandmother, and RPG with his college buddies.

The fact is, to his luck, this type (weird, in many people's conception) seemed to fit perfectly into the model of a submissive man. And, as Kath was a dominatrix, she had been drawn to him, and he found himself involved in an adventure he could never have conceived, with the woman he had imagined, many times, committing all sorts of sins with.

Harry now couldn't decide what was more attractive: Kath herself or the idea of sex filled with novelty and surprises. He sighed, put his glasses back on, and looked at the computer screen, deciding to work or the tasks would pile up. The work was not little, and his departure the previous afternoon with Kath had already delayed some entries.

However, an unexpected phone call once again interrupted his duties, and even though he knew he would have to catch up later, he left his office without hesitation. He had never imagined that someone could feel so tense and so excited at the same time until that moment.

In her spacious office, Kath tapped her nails on the desk, gazing at the only thing with a slightly stronger color in her otherwise serious executive appearance: her hands. She took deep breaths, trying to control the impatience of her body, which was reacting impressively to Harry's imminent arrival.

She had scheduled a meeting with him later at her house, but she hadn't stopped thinking about him for a moment since she had left him alone in the secret room the night before. This was making it very difficult to focus on her work that day. So, she decided to take advantage of the fact that he worked in her company and brought forward their reunion. She asked Lily to call him to her office as if she needed an urgent accounting consultation.

"Good m-morning, Miss Beauvoir," Windson said, entering the room, nervous, and seeing the woman sitting in her chair behind the large dark wooden desk. The red from the previous night had given way to pastel tones again, but she was just as sexy as ever, even without trying.

"Good morning, Harry," she smiled, almost shyly. "Lock the door, please."

He did as she asked, swallowing hard, even more nervous. He wiped his hands on his pants, adjusted his glasses, and walked closer to her desk, looking at the floor.

"Look at me, Harry," she smiled again, now more confidently, as if his nervousness was rekindling her dominant side. "You look different." She observed, realizing that he wasn't wearing one of his characteristic wool vests but just a white shirt and gray dress pants.

"Is that b-bad?" He asked. When he was getting dressed, he remembered that she had told him he didn't look good in the vest, so he didn't wear one. He wanted her to find him attractive, after all! However, now he was unsure about his choice, as the vest was one of the elements that made him the shy, awkward, and nerdy guy she had deemed perfect to be her submissive.

"I'm not sure about that yet," she replied, honestly. He was undeniably more handsome and even more attractive, but on the other hand, he seemed a bit less like someone she could keep under her control. "Come here." She asked, leaving that to evaluate later. She needed him, and he was there, seemingly ready to do whatever she told him to do at that moment.

She swiveled the huge and comfortable reclining chair she was sitting in, positioning herself sideways to the desk, while he circled it and stopped in front of her. They looked at each other in silence for a few seconds, which, being so strange for both of them, felt like endless minutes until she took the initiative to speak, as it was expected of her. After all, she was his boss in the company and the dominant one in the relationship they had been experimenting with.