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Sunday night, Jonathan and I are lying in bed—where we’ve spent almost the entire weekend. That man… whew. I have never been so thoroughly dominated without toys, restraints, or a contract in my entire life. Just a few simple words or a perfectly-timed smack to my ass or tits, and I’m putty in his hands.He’s only left the bed a few times to grab food. Otherwise, it’s been the bedroom or the bathroom the entire weekend. Right now, he’s spooning me, his hand lazily drawing circles up and down my arm. Somehow, even this little touch feels sensual. Not sexual, but intimate. Comforting. A perfect dose of aftercare after the intense forced orgasms he gave me earlier.“We need to talk,” Jonathan says, his voice taking on a harder edge.“Uh-oh,” I say, sitting up. “Knew it.”He looks confused. “Knew what?”“You got what you wanted—and now you’re done with me.” I start to stand, my stomach knotting.“What? No!” he blurts, grabbing me by the waist and pulling me to straddle him. “Alexis, no. Th

Within minutes, the butt plug is inside me and vibrating away, and the nipple clamps are secured to my stiffened peaks.“Where are you, pet?” Jonathan asks.“Green, Sir,” I whine. “Please—can I have more?”I don’t need to see him to hear the smirk in his voice. “Whatever my pet wants, my pet gets.” I hear the loud hum of the wand as he turns it on. My core clenches in anticipation just before the broad head meets my clit, my pussy lips spread open by two of Jonathan’s fingers.I scream wordlessly, my legs trying to snap closed against the overwhelming pleasure, only to be stopped by the cuffs holding me wide open.Jonathan chuckles, pressing the wand even harder against me. “You can’t get away, pet. You’re stuck here, at my mercy, until I feel like letting you go.”“Oh, fuck,” I groan, squirming beneath the onslaught. “Sir! Oh God! It’s too much—it’s too…” And then my world explodes in a burst of pure, blinding pleasure.“That’s right, pet. Cum. Cum for me,” Jonathan croons. He eases o

I was stunned.Of course, I knew Jonathan’s parents had died. I’d searched for everything I could find about him over the years I worked for him. I knew he’d lost them before graduating college. But there’s nothing online—no obituaries, no news stories, no mentions. It’s like someone wiped it all clean.I kiss his forehead, holding him tightly. “I’m so sorry, Jonathan.” If I had known... God, I wouldn’t have walked out like I did. And I wouldn’t have let him leave like that, either.He doesn’t look up. Instead, in a flat, almost detached voice, he starts to tell me the story.“After my parents cut me off, I floated for a while—trying to figure out what I wanted, how to get it. I just didn’t want to follow some predetermined path just because they said I should.Funny thing about BDSM—it showed me how much I like being in charge. Having people follow my lead, knowing it’s going to benefit them. Sure, I love a cutthroat deal. I love the thrill of a takeover. But what really drives me? B

“I know that we’re all still adjusting to this new work format, but I need you all to remember—we are still professionals. Many of you are juggling your kids and your spouses while working from home. I get that. It’s hard. But when we’re in meetings, especially with outside parties, we need to keep a certain level of professionalism. That means no kids popping into the screen, no cooking dinner or folding laundry while we’re presenting. Sometimes, interruptions are unavoidable—of course. But when possible, use our internal network of secretaries to find someone who can cover the meeting for you. You can trade tasks later—something equal in time. I assure you, every supervisor will understand.”Rosalyn, the VP of Administration, is addressing all the secretaries and PAs in our weekly meeting. Her tone is cool and clipped, like always.Rosalyn’s married, no kids. Word around the office is that she married into old money and is a workaholic. She has no idea what it’s like to chase a toddl

The second Jonathan closes the door, I start freaking the fuck out.How many people heard what Amber and Chloe said? How many believe it? How many are already whispering about me behind closed doors?Technically, we’re not doing anything wrong. We told HR the Monday after it all happened. Jonathan made sure I’d be supervised by someone else—Rosalyn, of all people—to keep things clean and above board. HR is monitoring our relationship quarterly, checking that it doesn’t affect work. Promotions, reviews, everything goes through them.But that doesn’t stop the talk. The bitches. The petty, venomous vultures like Chloe and Amber dragging my name through the mud.Worse, dragging Jonathan down with me.Because of me.None of this would’ve happened if I’d just kept it in my pants. Jonathan told me he never would’ve acted without my consent—I was the one who made the first move. I could’ve stopped this.Sure, I would’ve been sexually frustrated as hell. And yeah, I would’ve missed out on