Page 67 of Dark Bonds

“Great minds.”

She set the bags down and pulled out lasagna and garlic bread from our favorite Italian place. I groaned, my stomach grumbling when she opened the containers. She shot me a look and I waited for what was coming next.

“Didn’t you eat today?!”

“I didn’t have time. Sasha booked the interviews back-to-back,” I reasoned.

“Oh, please. You could have taken a quick break to eat. I should put you across my knee. It doesn’t matter now. Eat.”

I chuckled at how easily she could step into the role of Domme to put me in my place. The thought of her trying to spank me was just too damn funny for me to discipline her for being cheeky.

“How did the interviews go?”

“Don’t ask. I’m going to have to rehash them in forty-five minutes as it is. Tell me about your day.”

“My day wasn’t too bad. I worked on a manuscript for the lady who sent Sasha and me to the spa. It wasn’t super long, but I try not to take long with her stuff, so I finished it and sent it back. Then I had a nice long bubble bath. Soft music, scented candles… you would have liked it,” she winked.

Keep it up, little girl. I’ll be done eating long before my meeting.

“You think so?”

“Oh, I know so. I was nice and wet. I had no choice but to play with myself since you left me all by my lonesome.”

“Naturally. Did you come?”

“Yes, Sir. I came so hard I nearly blacked out right there in the tub!”

We finished our dinner and I tossed our containers in the garbage, clearing off my desk.

“Come here, baby girl.”

She walked around the desk with a saucy grin on her face, plunked herself on my desk, and spread her legs wide. Her skirt was short enough for me to see her bare pussy, glistening with need. I pushed her legs further apart, licked a path up her slit, and circled a finger around her clit. I pressed my tongue into her channel, fucking her with it, my fingers continuing their pleasure.

Her breath quickly shortened and her nipples peaked through her tight tank top. She held me fast, moaning and panting. Her pussy clenched around my tongue and I forced myself away from her.

“What the fuck?” she cried. “I was so close!”

“Hmm. It’s a shame you had to tease me about the bath. It’s an even bigger shame that you made yourself come earlier.”

“Why is that?”

“Because, baby girl, that is the only orgasm you’ll be having tonight.”

Her eyes widened comically and her bottom lip stuck out about a foot in the cutest fucking pout I’d ever seen.

“I’m sorry, Sir!”

“Thank you for that. You’re still not allowed to come tonight. I have to head to my meeting now, feel free to wait in here.”

With that, I grabbed my laptop and walked to Seb and Chase’s office. Everyone else was already there and Chase looked at me knowingly.

“I take it Leah found her way to you,” he chuckled.

“No time for being a shit disturber,” Seb chastised. “We have shit to do and we can’t have all the managers up here when the club opens. Jason? Tell us about the interviews today.”

“I need to know who did the screening for Butch Lawson,” I growled.

“That should have shown on his file when it was sent to you for the interview,” Sasha replied.

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