13 - Taming Grace, Part Two
MF / BDSM / Dom/sub
“Oh, you have to be fucking kidding me,” I muttered to myself as I stalked back to the office.
I couldn’t believe this was happening. I could feel people shooting looks in my direction, and I didn’t dare glance over and look them in the eye.
If they figured out what was going through my mind, then there would be hell to pay. More than there was now, of course.
My new head of legal was a man I had fucked.
And not just some awkward one-night-stand – no, I would have been able to brush that off like it had been nothing.
But he had seen a side of me that I normally didn’t let anyone else even get close to, and there was a good reason for that.
When he had taken me in that club, it had been all about losing control, giving over my power to him.
I was the boss here. I couldn’t let anyone think for a moment that I wasn’t in complete control.
It would have been a fucking disaster...
I arrived back at my office and ran my fingers through my hair; I had made it through the meeting without giving too much away, at least that was what I hoped – I had prayed that he might not recognize me, but I could see as soon as his eyes locked on to mine that he knew who I was.
His dark eyes were just as striking as they had been back in that club, but that had been then and this was now and how the fuck was I meant to keep this going without giving myself away?
“Excuse me, Grace?” My secretary stuck her head around the door. I quickly plastered a smile on to my face and raised my gaze to meet hers.
“Yes?”
“The new guy wants to speak with you,” she explained. “Sam? He wondered if you had ten minutes to go over some of his workplace duties with him...”
“Fine, send him in,” I replied with a sigh.
I couldn’t just keep brushing this off. I was going to have to stand up and accept what had happened eventually, and it might as well be now.
I took a deep breath and got to my feet, smoothing my skirt over my thighs and feeling a flush run up my neck.
I didn’t know what I was going to say to him – but I had to see him.
Once and for all. We hadn’t spoken to each other when we had been at the meeting, but there was no way we could avoid getting into what had happened between us when we had first met.
He stepped around the door as soon as the secretary had backed off, and I swear I felt my breath catch in my lungs.
My skin was tingling with tension, and I could remember so vividly how it had felt to have his hands all over my body.
He had been so strong – never the kind of guy I would have put down as a business drone like me.
And yet, here he was, in my office, the same as I was.
I shifted in my seat, and he closed the door behind him.
“Hey,” I greeted him, and my voice sounded like it was stuck in my throat.
I didn’t know how to speak to him. I had never been in this kind of situation before, where I had been out of control for a change – it felt odd, and I wasn’t sure if that was a good thing or not.
I was used to claiming the power, and yet I had already given it away in swathes to this man a few days before.
“Hey,” he replied, and he sank into the seat opposite me. He hadn’t taken his eyes off me since the moment he had walked into the room, his gaze searching mine. I bit my lip.
“What can I help you with?” I asked, trying to slide into convincing boss mode. Maybe if I just pretended none of this had happened...?
“I figured we needed to talk about what happened,” he replied firmly. I hadn’t heard him speak much when we had first hooked up, but he had a commanding voice, the kind that made me want to shut up and let him take control. I nodded nervously.
“Yeah, I guess we do,” I conceded with a sigh. “I’m...I really didn’t know who you were. I know that’s going to be hard to believe, but I didn’t.”
He waved his hand.
“I believe you,” he replied. “It’s hard to keep track of everything that goes on in places like this. Easy to miss out on a face or a name here or there.”
“Right,” I agreed. He had a confidence about him that felt almost hypnotic, and there was something terribly wrong to me to feeling that way about him.
This was my dominion, my place, my work, my company.
And yet, I wanted nothing more than to feel his hands wrapped around my wrists again, as he pinned me in place and used me mercilessly for his pleasure.
“I’ve got to say, I’m not surprised to see you working a job like this,” he remarked. I furrowed my brow at him.
“What do you mean?”
“A lot of the women I’ve done stuff like that with, they tend to have high-powered positions when it comes to work,” he explained casually. My heart flipped, something close to jealousy. There were other women that he had done that with?
“Yeah, well, sometimes I just need to blow off a little steam,” I replied, and there was an edge of defensiveness to my voice.
I didn’t want this guy acting like he could just look right through me.
The nature of this work meant that I was always keeping people at arm’s length, and it was odd to think that this man knew so much about me, what I did when I wasn’t here, what I was into.
“And there’s nothing wrong with that,” he agreed.
He was still gazing at me with interest, like he was trying to see into my head.
I had to admit, I was curious to know more.
Who was this guy that he seemed to be able to speak with such authority on things like this?
We had already broken down some of the boundaries that were meant to lay between us as boss and employee, and I might as well see where else this took us.
“You do that kind of thing a lot?” I wondered aloud, and he grinned at me.
“Yeah, I do,” he replied. “There are a few clubs around here-”
“Sex clubs?” I asked with interest. He shook his head.
“Kink ones,” he replied. “BDSM. Submission, dominance, that kind of thing.”
“Submission,” I repeated after him, testing the word out on my tongue.
It felt good there. I had never considered my interests as an actual kink, but maybe there was something to it.
There was no way in hell I could ever go to a club that shared my interests, of course – the chances of being caught were too high and the risks far too dear - but still.
If I had someone right here who was willing to share a little about the lifestyle with me, I should indulge myself, right?
“Yeah, submission,” he replied, and it was clear that he was leaving the door open for me to ask a little more. I glanced up and eyed him.
“You know something like what happened can’t happen again, right?” I told him firmly. He paused for a moment, and then nodded.
“If that’s what you want.”
My heart fluttered. Did I want that? I wasn’t even sure.
Thinking about the way his cock had felt inside of me...
I wasn’t sure I would just be able to brush that off so easily.
How would I be able to look him in the eyes day in and day out without the intense memory of his body against mine?
And, more than that, how would I be able to take my power over him seriously, knowing that he had stripped mine away with such ease?
“So you’ve done stuff like this before?” I asked, and he nodded.
“I don’t tend to get involved with the women I’m working with, but yeah, I do,” he replied, coolly.
He had this confident air to him, like he knew he was the most important person in the room.
Some part of me wanted to prove him wrong – and another part of me, a stronger, more intense part, wanted to obey that and let him have all the power he wanted.
“And you’re...?”
“I’m a top,” he replied. “A dominant. I always have been.”
“Yeah, me too,” I replied with a grin. “I’ve always been on top-”
“I don’t mean in my professional life,” he explained. “I mean in bed. Or wherever I happen to meet the women I hook up with.”
He smiled, indicating a joke, and I found myself laughing along with him. He made it seem easy, relaxed, despite the fact we were in about the most fucked-up position an employee and a boss could possibly be in.
“And how does it...work?” I wondered, leaning forward.
In my head, I could pretend to myself that I was simply doing research into some new topic – something that could come in useful somewhere down the line.
It wasn’t because I was interested for myself, of course not, that would have been crazy. But say...say if I was. What then?
“How does what work?” he replied, letting me set the pace of the conversation.
Even though I was the one behind the boss’ desk here, he still seemed to hold all the power.
It was unsettling, but in a good way, somehow.
Like things had needed to be shaken up for a while, and now he had come in and taken care of it, once and for all.
“Is it just one-night things?” I pressed. “Or do you...?”
“You looking to see if I’ve got an opening?” he asked with a slightly cocky grin. I felt a flush run up my neck, and I shook my head at once.
“No, no,” I blurted out hurriedly. “I was just...wondering. You said you had just arrived in town, so you don’t have anyone...regular?”
“I don’t really do regular,” he replied with honesty. “Most of the relationships I’ve had, they’ve been specifically about fulfilling that side of the both of us. She gets to submit, I get to take control...it works.”
“And there’s nothing beyond it but that?” I wondered. He shook his head.
“Not if she doesn’t want there to be,” he replied, and I could sense that he was catching on to where I was going with this.
“So I guess the two of us working together-”