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When she returned, I handed her a bottle of water and told her to sit and catch her breath. I quickly cleaned up in the bathroom and returned to take my seat at the desk. Rose looked happy, glowing in the aftermath of her sex and her release. I almost felt bad about what I was about to say, but it needed to be said.

“Rose, while this has been incredible, it can’t happen again, at least not at work.”

Her expression instantly shifted, becoming guarded.

“Playing openly at the club is one thing. But fucking you at work, is another and I don’t want to be seen sleeping with an employee. It’s not appropriate and if things changed between us, it would affect our working relationship. You are really good at your job, and I would hate for you to leave because we didn’t work out. We will keep our relationship strictly outside of work, and under wraps while in the office.”

Rose devolved to chewing her lip thoughtfully, something I’d not seen her do before today. After a moment, she stopped and whatever she’d been wrestling with seemed to have been rectified within herself.

“Okay, Gabriel. For now, I will agree to your terms, but I don’t like having to live in the shadows; that is not my modus operandi. I will play along for a while, but if this continues between us, eventually I will insist that we are open about the nature of our relationship.” Rose stood up. “If that is all, Mr. Dakos, I should get back to work.”

I nodded my head and Rose left my office, and quietly closed the door without looking back. Leaning back in my chair, I went over what just happened. I acted like what was between us at the club and here wasn’t serious but nothing could be further from the truth. What had happened between us, was way more serious than I was willing to admit. There is no world in which I could see myself emailing my client list to tell them I’ve been fucking my ops manager and we were serious about each other.

I stopped thinking about the conditions I’d set in place for us and told myself that it was gonna work out. By the end of the work day, I’d managed to believe what I told myself and tucked it away. When it was time to leave for the day I popped by Rose’s office to offer her a ride home, but she wasn’t there.

I checked in with reception, but Yula said she left right at 5 p.m.

“That’s unusual isn’t it?”

“Yes, it is, but she said something about meeting a friend for a drink.”

Saying goodbye, I headed back the way I’d come and out the back door to my vehicle. Who would she be meeting for a drink when the only person she knew was Marissa? I shook my head. Seriously, give it a rest, Gabe, I warned myself but I couldn’t help feeling like something was off, and suddenly I was worried about her getting back to the apartment safely.

Sliding into the car, I finally gave in and sent her a text: Let me know when you are home.

She instantly replied: Why? Are you worried about me… Master H?

I cringed, disliking the abbreviated form of my title. You will address me respectfully, subbie, or there will be no orgasms for you.

A line of laughing faces was her reply back, and then a second message that said: and how can you enforce that?

Easy. I replied. Modern-day advancements on chastity belts are quite inspiring and I have no problem slapping one on you if you misbehave.

I smirked at my phone when I didn’t see any dots to tell me she was replying. Ha, I bet myself she was seething when she read that. Starting my Hummer, I was about to pull away from my parking spot when my phone pinged with a message. I dug it out of my pocket and took a look.

Yes, Master Heimdall, Sir, I apologize for my lack of respect, and beg your forgiveness.

Yeah, I bet she did. That’s better. Keep it up.

I chuckled as I pulled away and drove home.

Chapter Twelve

Rose

“Was that him?”

By him, she meant Gabe. “Yes. He told me to text him when I got home so he wouldn't worry about me. He didn’t, however, like me calling him Master H, or challenging him by asking how he would enforce my addressing him without using a very respectful title.”

“Oh? What was his answer?”

“He told me that chastity belts had advanced considerably and were making a comeback, and he had no problem strapping one on me to keep me from pleasuring myself, or anyone else for that matter.”

Mari’s jaw dropped and then she broke out in peals of laughter. “Oh my god. He’s hilarious. I’ll have to remember that one in case I need to punish an errant little subbie.” She lifted her eyebrow at me meaningfully.

The word home reverberated through me and I realized that Philly had become that place in just a few weeks. Maybe not so much the location as much as the people who lived in it. My job was fulfilling and I got to spend time with my bestie. I had a boyfriend, no, make that a playmate at best who seemed to legitimately care for me, or at least my safety.

“I guess you made quite an impression on him today.”

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