One-Shots

lionsgirl

She grabbed me from behind, caressing my waistline.

"You gonna keep pretending you don't notice me staring at you?"

I smirked "You gonna just stare or come do something?"

Her ginger locks fed me like an all you can eat buffet. Her body was like a oil painting come to life. It danced in the shadows and kept me going. As often as it seemed she was ignoring me, she happened to be giving me her full attention. Making sure to tease me from across the room.

She knows she charms everyone, especially men but they aren't her type at all. I'm her type.

I glow in power and beauty but little does anyone in this room know, I really am her pet. I beg for her, I strive for her attention and it keeps me going.

Knowing that if I make one little move or mistake, it will call for a punishment later on. And her punishments are beautiful.

The last time she punished me, I had went to her office without warning her or telling her in advance. It's the simplest rule that is the easiest to break and the hardest to avoid breaking. She tells me that even seeing me turns her on and has her distracted throughout the day, meaning no entering her workspace. But I did it anyways.

"Is Victoria in?" I asked the receptionist.

"She's in her office, she should be finishing a call. Would you like to-

Before her receptionist could finish her sentence she walked out into the hallway.

"You have a visitor" she smiled, not knowing the relationship Tori and I had.

Her face began to grow stronger, her lips tight to a thin line and her skin. My goodness her skin had a new glow in the workspace but the tint of red she shed when she'd seen my face was priceless. I would kill to see this everyday.

"Come into my office" she demanded before strutting away, her heels echoing and proving her power to everyone in the office. I followed her struggling to keep up as she was faster when she was angry, and it was a miracle that she had such a hold over me.

Her office sat in the back corridor of her office with frosted windows, allowing anyone standing close enough to see directly inside it. Of course she had blinds on the window, but you could still make out the motion on the other side, and that was scary to her employees.

I sat into a chair facing her desk, fully expecting to be acknowledged.

But instead she ignored me, sitting back at her desk and typing away on her expensive Mac desktop.

And this went on for what felt like forever. She typed more than 2,000 words while still ignoring.

The silent treatment, a typical middle aged woman move.

"So you're not going to say anything to me?" I asked, getting impatient with her.

She continues to ignore me, saying nothing at all and still typing.

"If I'm not going to be acknowledged, then I'm not staying." I stand to protest being ignored.

She scoffs. "Have a fucking seat, I'll get to you in a moment."

I was loving it. Her feeding into my attitude was amazing. I'd been missing her for weeks, barely hearing from her. She told me she'd be busy with work but I couldn't bear to be without her. I needed her attention and dominance.

"No." I stated, hesitating to move from my spot.

She glanced up from her keyboard. "No?"

I said nothing. I'm sure the fear showed in my face, I was about to have my ass handed to me by her.