Safe Word: Rosé

Chapter 15

Narrator- 

Jason sat back in his chair, with his intertwined fingers resting just above his belt buckle. A soft, absentminded smile quirked the corners of his lips, his mind clouded with the echoes of Cara's conversation in the car. 

So Cara was in fact a good girl... at least untainted in body and pure in the mind. This intrigued Jason more than he would've liked it to, however it did give him the upper hand on how to handle Cara from now on, whenever she crossed the line. 

The Dom's calculating was cut off, when a swift knock sounded from his office's door. Looking at the wooden barricade, Jason straightened himself, and pulled closer to the desk. 

"Come in." He invited. 

The door opened, and in walked Monique, dressed in a workout shorts that could pass for boyshort panties, and a crop top that clearly exposed her underboob. As soon as Monique stepped into the office, Jason's spine stiffened, his blood turning sour in his veins. Jason sighed, not feeling up to entertaining any of Monique's antiques. 

The tall, thin brunette walked towards Jason, with an effortless sway of her lean hips, and yet in Jason's eyes, Cara's sway was much more eye-grabbing. 

Monique didn't bother taking a seat in one of the chairs, instead she walked around the desk, and slightly leaned on the left edge, as close to Jason as possible. 

"Monique." Jason greeted calmly. 

"I wanted to apologize for my behavior earlier." Monique said softly, while looking into Jason's eyes. 

"Is that so?" Jason wondered, while turning in his chair, to face Monique with his torso and parted thighs. 

Monique, seeing this as an invitation, lifted her pancake-like bum off the desk, and lowered herself on her knees. 

"Yes." She said with the same tone. 

The she inched herself close to Jason's body. She placed her hands on his thighs, and began rubbing his legs. 

Jason appeared bored and unimpressed with her caress. His index finger touched her hairline, then traced down to her left cheek, before pushing a strand of Monique's brown locks behind her ear. Monique kept her gaze on Jason, her face blushing for she'd been wanting this form of attention from Jason for so long. Jason's finger continued trailing down Monique's ear when suddenly they latched around her throat. Jason pulled Monique forward as he leaned down. 

The unexpected, harsh jerk earned a grunt and soft whimper from Monique, but to Jason's ears, it sounded seasoned, practiced and stale, and the Dom found himself wondering in what note would Cara's whimper resound. But Cara wasn't here. No. Monique was, and she seemed more than eager to please Jason. Seeing this opportunity to appease his curiosity and partial arousal, Jason looked at Monique's lips, his thumb tracing and pressing against their fullness, then he looked back into Monique's eyes. 

"What did you do wrong?" Jason quizzed. 

Monique gulped and parted her lips in a soft gasp. But the sound wasn't natural in Jason's ears either. It wasn't fresh or raw. The entire situation made Jason's throat scratch in discomfort and disgust. He didn't want Monique. 

"I- I spoke of out of turn and dared to question your judgement. It wasn't my place. I'm sorry." Monique spelled out the words she thought Jason wanted to hear. 

Jason looked at Monique, still unimpressed. 

"Is sorry the only way you think to remedy your actions?" Jason pushed, wanting to feel powerful and aroused at Monique's willingness to be submissive to him.