Page 72 of Shifting Hearts 1
She shivered as he traced her collarbone before gripping her chin and turning her head. His lips ghosted her neck and she tilted slightly, offering him more.
“The way I want you to present yourself is down on your knees with your legs parted slightly. You will rest your hands with your palms facing up like a good little angel. Why don’t you try it now.”
He caressed the soft skin of her belly before walking back to his desk. He leaned against it and crossed his arms, waiting for her to comply.
She gracefully lowered to her knees and blinked up at him from beneath her lashes.
“A little wider,” he directed as he tapped his foot between her knees.
She spread more and sank a little lower. He adjusted her hands. He reached for a piece of her hair and twirled it around his finger. Aside from honeysuckle, he smelled lemongrass.
He grasped her chin. “Lower your chin toward your chest. Now drop your eyes, angel. While in this position, don’t look up unless I tell you to. Kneeling is a physical demonstration of submission and respect.”
An odd feeling crept into his chest as her eyes became hidden.
“Good, angel. When I ask you to kneel, this is what I mean. Understand?”
“Yes, sir,” she replied.
“Lesson number two. Do not speak unless permitted. Nod if you understand.”
She nodded without lifting her eyes. She was a natural. He cupped her cheek.
“You’ll have dinner with me tonight, and we’ll discuss your contract.”
She nuzzled his palm in response. He helped her back on her feet and led her over to the full-length mirror inside his closet. She lowered her eyes.
He grasped her chin and forced her to look up. “I want you to see yourself for who you are.”
She struggled to look away, but he wouldn’t allow it. “Vanity is a sin,” she said matter-of-factly.
“Fuck your vanity,” he growled in frustration, though he hadn’t expected a different answer.
His hands remained glued to her body as their eyes met in the mirror. He grasped a fistful of her hair and tugged, causing her to expose her neck and wrapped the other hand around her throat. He pressed his clothed cock against the small of her back.
“How do you think people would perceive us if they saw us together?”
“You’re my boss,” she replied.
“People will look at me with envy in their hearts while they lust after you, because you’re on my arm.”
“I’m not on your arm,” she hissed.
“Make no mistake, little angel, you are mine.”
“Let me go,” she demanded.
“Your next lesson will help you understand power dynamics. In the office, I’m the boss and you are my subordinate. I’m a demanding boss.”
“Is that all?” she huffed.
“Watch your tone.”
“Honorifics are earned. And you—” She trailed off as he caressed her breast and teased her nipple with his thumb, rolling it back and forth until it as he rolled it back and forth until it puckered.
“I want you on your knees like I taught you.”
The fire in her soul was admirable as she glared at him through the mirror. How far could he push her? Her state of undress while he was fully clothed was a visual representation of their dynamic.
