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Okay, ngl you may hate Sam (... or me) for the next chunck of chapters, sorry guys 😭

Sam's POV:
I wait patiently, sat in my comfy office chair as i've returned to work since my relapse. Emotions are too messy... I see distancing myself emotionally from Anna as a cruel, yet useful antidote to all the pain, the regret, the guilt brought into my life since i made the mistake three months ago to lay a passionate kiss on Anna's pink lips, the way our teeth banged together and how my tongue slyly slid into her mouth is a feeling i'll never forget for the rest of my dire, long life. I've requested my receptionist to send Anna up to my office, as we have a meeting about her division's improvement she is yet to learn about. Catching me off guard, my office door knocks three simultaneous times, my grant to allow them inside coming shortly after. "You wanted to see me, Sam?" "Yes, Anna. Take a seat." i notice the look of hesitation on her face, which i thoroughly enjoy with a devilish grin breaking out on my features. I warned her about the arduous spanking my riding crop would deliver for her prudent misbehaviour. I lean back in my chair, "What's the problem, Ms Schuyler?" "It hurts to sit down, Ms Dalton... your riding crop has quite a bite to it." "I know it does. That's why i picked it. Maybe someone should have done as they were told. Sit. Down." Anna's long, bountiful legs squirm on the spot, causing her skirt to rub against the red pain i inflicted the morning hour before we arrived into work. "Unless you want to go over my knee for the second time today." she scrambles at the speed of light to obey me, gently lowering herself into the seat in an attempt to cease any pain, but we both know that beautiful burn is still there, shining bright, and it's all because of me. "What was it you wanted to discuss?" "We have a meeting later on in the day, and i was wondering if you'd like me to treat you to lunch at La Tour d'Argent to go over the credentials." a warm smile grows on her face, one i eat up with joy. "Awh, Sam... that's so sweet of you..." i brush off the tender feeling my abdomen invaded itself with at Anna's cute-ish response. Any fuzzy feelings are being treated as my new diazepam... it's bad for me, and it needs to stop. "If... you say so. I'll have a car pick us up at 12:30. Don't be late." as Anna leaves my office i make damn sure to swing my palm into her ass, hard, a noise of surprise coming after the great sting i purposely leave behind.

After Anderson pushes open the door kindly for us, we walk inside La Tour d'Argent New York, one of the most popular restaurants in the country, which i have rented out for this special occasion. Me and Anna needn't have flashing cameras of desperate paparazzi's eager to fish a scandal only we know will be partially true. Whilst my emotionality has come to an end with Anna, my dom manners haven't as i pull out her chair, which she takes with a candid smile. The pain in her ass must've eased during the hours spent nursing it in her office... a fire within me is eager to reignite the flame i once built deep within her seat... i feel myself grow wet at the mere thought of bending Anna over this table, ass on display as she squirms beneath my touch at the stinging sensations pressed into her skin... but i refrain. There will be plenty of time for that later... "What's this meeting about exactly?" "Now, now... we can have a bit of fun first... i'll be ordering for you, and i'll feed you in any way i want, and you'll follow my every order until we get to business." i discreetly slide out the same riding crop from earlier in the day out from under my sleeve, Anna's eyes widen when she notices the same pain inflicting weapon from only hours ago. "... or you'll find yourself unable to sit down again." "Sam, please, no... not that again..." "You feel it again, don't you? The same incinerate, hot melt you felt when my riding crop lashed you time and time before?" Anna wriggles in her seat, and i can't hold back my laugh of sovereignty, the feeling of entitlement lighting a wet flicker of pleasure between my legs. I tuck the leather crop away again, averting Anna's eyes from it. It's far too early in the hour for a punishment yet. Our waitress comes to take our order, "I'll have the nonfat double vanilla latte, and my friend will have the Think Pink Mocha. We'll also take a macaron tower, with assorted flavours." i close the menu and hand it to the young worker, who's eyes seem to be super-glued to Anna's cleavage. I clear my throat pertinently, "Her eyes are a little higher up, sweetheart." the young woman blushes as well as Anna, and she scurries away at my harsh glare. I flash my teeth in a low scowl, hating the feeling of anyone laying their sexual eyes on my pet, with the exception of me. "I love how protective you are of me." i blink, ignoring the far too familiar comment spoken by a different, yet so similar other body. Only mere moments later, the waitress emerges from the kitchen with our order, only to disappear again. "Come here and kneel underneath the table. I want to feed you these delicious treats from my finger tips." "I get a reward? What have i done to deserve that?" "You're going to be a good girl throughout this whole meeting, are you not?" she nods, "Yes, Sam. I'll make you proud." "Then that's what. Follow my order." Anna elevates herself to her official height and stands patiently as i make space for her delectable, pliant body to kneel down in the well-known position, pleasing me greatly. I feel the all too familiar feeling of Anna's shoulder brushing against my kneecap, her gentle yet tense breath of anticipation lingering on the inside of my thigh as it ghosts over my skin, and her pumping heart beat that beats to a beautiful rhythm... "Before we get started, you need to be attired correctly." Anna poses a confused look, her features stretched. I bring out her collar, twisting the leather lead around my wrist. "The collar? Here? Right now?" "It's your collar... and yes. I have the power to use it whenever i please. I want every one of these workers in this restaurant to know who you belong to." she nods her head, and stays perfectly still as i clasp the Italian leather around her slender throat, checking to make sure the tightness is at an acceptable state. "Such a good girl, Anna. I'm very impressed. Lift your head up, close your eyes, and open your mouth for Mistress." she tilts her head slightly, her hot mouth parting in a gaping hole. I bring one of the sweet-tasting treats to Anna's lips, the flavour lush of soft, cakey texture exploding on her tongue. "Guess the flavour, pet." "It's chocolate, Mistress." "Chocolate, and... ?" she shakes her head, unsure. As i allow her to go in for another bite, i sneak one of my fingers to slip between her lips. "What do you taste now?" Anna gives my finger a playful lick before focusing on the flavour on her tongue. "It's chocolate with raspberry and rose. The raspberry adds a sharp contrast, and the rose gives the whole thing a floral note." "That's exactly right. Good girl." Anna smiles smally at my praises. I bend down, my soft, pouty lips tickling Anna's ear with every whisper i breathe. "God, your mouth is driving me crazy right now..." "Kind of like how your fingers are making me feel?" "Exactly, my pet... exactly." i pull away and pet her beautifully silky hair, and she leans into the touch. Before we get to business, I reach for her pretty-as-a-picture mocha, bending the straw and placing it inside her mouth. "Have a sip, little lamb. Tell me what you think." she intakes a gulp of the coffee, a delightful taste is sure to burst inside her pink, pink mouth with a touch of heat. "Oh, wow, you were right. This is amazing... thank you for treating me." "You're welcome, my pet... just another taste, and you may sit back in your seat." "C-can i take my collar off then?" "... Do you want to?" Anna considers the situation carefully... many passer-by's could easily walk past and notice the power i have over her hot body without even knowing us... the restaurant workers would know exactly what we get up to behind closed doors... "No... i like people knowing i belong to you, Mistress." a breath hitches in my throat... i can't spend another minute with Anna hidden under this table with that thing around her neck. The more my body is pulled toward hers in a trancelike pull, the more the diazepam whispers sweet nothings into my ear. Thank god Anna's eyes are closed; i refuse to let her see how much she's tearing me apart... and the worst part? She doesn't even know she's doing it. She's just this poor, innocent woman who has no idea how far in she is... how dare i let another person get sucked into my godforsaken feelings, feelings that no shrink or drug can abolish. I clear my throat and clear myself of any unnecessary distractions, peeling the collar away from Anna's high-pulsing red throat, causing the flutter open of her eyes. I'm met with a pouting look, her sorrowful eyes watching as i tuck the collar back into my bag. "Don't look at me like that. You'll get it back again soon enough." that's a lie. I'll be damned if that piece of material ever sees the light of day again. "You may sit in your seat. The meeting will begin." "But what about my last taste?" as my anger escalates, i whip out the crop and send a lash to the exposed inside of Anna's thigh. "Don't talk back." she winces in pain, but rises to her feet, rubbing the area with her fingertips. "Yes, Mistress..."