The alphas mistress

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I chuckled smugly and smirked. I wondered how far he was willing to go. "Come on big boy, are you not gonna pull out the chair for me like a gentleman?" I asked while lifting up my left eyebrow. He acted quick and swiftly, like it was an instinct and his body was moving on its own, to follow my words. He bent down and pulled out the chair for me, but before he could stand up again, I pulled his hair backwards, hard, so he was looking into my green stare. He was only standing on one knee and fell down onto them both, to not lose balance, when I tugged on his hair a little harder. "Not so big and strong now, are we big boy?" I whispered softly in his ear. He gasped and let out a shaky breath with closed eyes, before answering me. His response shook me to my core and made me excited at the same time "No, mistress" was his answer. His eyes shot open, when he realised his mistake, I knew about him. His face was painted with fear, fear of what i would do, who i would tell. But he didn't know that I myself was into the same things he was. I was into BDSM, just like he was and I was only gonna use this information to satisfy my own selfish needs. I slowly walked over to him in the corner, where he had curled up crying, and started stroking his hair while whispering sweet nothings in his ear. His head shot up with a shocked look on his face. "Are you not going to tell anyone?" he asked so innocently, I simply shook my head and let him cry in my arms for a little while. He was exhausted and needed a good night's sleep. Luckily he had a bed in the corner of his office, so after a bit of struggling I finally got him onto the bed and put the covers over him. Just as I was about to leave, I felt a strong hand grab my arm, and I looked back into a pair of teary eyes, he spoke so quietly "Can u stay with me tonight?" but I could hear him perfectly, and lied down next to him. He wrapped his arms around me, so we were spooning and as our breathing patterns matched up, our heatbeats slowed and synced up. We both driftet of to sleep, without a care in the world, the worries we had before we went to bed, will have to wait for tomorrow.

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