As a result of losing a bet, Olivia is forced to go to a sex dungeon with her best friend Sophia. Although BDSM is far from Olivia's evenly planned young adulthood, a daring man intrigues her and opens her eyes to this new and intriguing world. Howe...
I open my eyes. Everything around me is black — the floor, the ceiling and as far as my eye can reach. I am in nothingness. I try to move, but my hands are tied behind my back. There is some sort of ribbon, cutting into my wrists. I feel the chair beneath me and my feet tied to each leg of it. Suddenly, fingers run through the hair on the back of my head, grasping my hair and tilting my head backwards. As I lean, I can see who's the owner of the hand - it's Mr. Fox. His grip on my hair is strong, and there is no way I can resist it. His masquerade mask is black, and he's wearing the same suit with a grey tie. His brown eyes are staring at me with pure lust. He slowly leans down to my ear, lips inches away from it. I can feel his warm breath against it and suddenly a small nip in my ear with his teeth. My lust for him rises. His hand leaves my hair and he slowly lowers a satin blindfold over my eyes. My vision is now completely gone, and it is as if my other senses have been enlightened. His hands leave me, and I don't know where he is or what he is doing. Suddenly, I feel a touch, his touch, on my belly. His warm hand sends shivers down my spine. My whole body is squirming for him. He lowers his hand, touching just the rim of my g-string, playing with the rim. I can feel myself getting wet, and I let out a small moan. I want him everywhere. His hand lowers further down, his index finger reaching and finding just the right spot...
I wake up hot and very confused. My heart is pounding and I don't recall having ever been this turned on. I look around and grab my phone. 07:11 am. I have to get up in 4 minutes. I dump down on my pillow again, contemplating my lust to masturbate. I decide against it, both because of not wanting to fall into the temptation and not wanting to give Mr. Fox the satisfaction. He is simply not worth it. I try to shake my dream off and sit up. I finally pull myself together and swing my legs off the bed.
The streets are very busy. Not the biggest surprise, since it's Monday and 8 am. Everyone seems to be in such a rush with all the cars honking and people almost running and pushing to get through the mass of people. The strap of my bag is going into my shoulder and my feet are already hurting from my knee-high boots; however, this is the least of my concerns. Starting a new job is always nerve-wracking, even when it's something I've done for 3 years. I did the job interview before moving to London on a Zoom call, so I've never actually been to the building or met the people. My heart is pounding away as I am nearing the building. 2 minutes according to Maps. My feet suddenly feel very heavy and each step is a task itself. I look up from my phone, and at once know that I don't need the navigation anymore - for in front of me, is a large glass building, looking like something out of a movie. My jaw drops, and I double-check my phone. How on Earth is this the right place?!
I enter through the sliding doors and take in the view. The foyer is absolutely enormous, with at least 8 metres to the ceiling and the noise of people buzzing filling the room. I nervously start fiddling my sleeve on my shirt, trying to remain calm. In the e-mail I received I was told to go to the 7th floor and ask for Audrey Evans. Whilst controlling my breath and my feet, I walk directly to the elevators. I press the up button and impatiently wait for it for what feels like an eternity. Finally, the doors slide open, and I, along with two other people, step inside. I press the floor 7 button and await the doors to close. I hate elevators, I always have. They are extremely claustrophobic, and the fact that I have to do this every day is something I just have to make my peace with - that, or taking the stairs, which is impossible in my heels. The elevator slowly ascends. I can feel my anxiety rising, and my upper lip getting wet from sweat. Halfway there, Olivia, you got this. Only 10 more seconds. Finally the doors open, and I almost run out of it as if it was on fire. I exit the elevator to find an office, with people on phones and in meetings. I look around for a door with a name, or anyone who looks helpful. At last, I find a door with the name Audrey Evans on it. I knock and enter.
"Hello, you must be Ms. Williams". The woman, who I can only presume is Audrey, is very pretty. With her tight knee-length skirt, a buttoned white shirt and small heels she looks like something taken out of a magazine. I shake her hand with a big, stupid smile on my face.
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As I near my desk with Audrey by my side and all the new information about my position in my head, I feel at once calmer. My desk is placed on the right from Mr. Smith's office, the guy whose second assistant I, from today's date, am. On the left of the doors, opposite my desk, is Audrey's desk.
"Let me introduce you to Mr. Smith. You have not met yet, correct?", she says with a smile on her face.
"No, we haven't". I smile back. She nears the door and knocks twice with her knuckles. A deep voice from behind the door answers. She opens.
The room is beautiful, with huge windows overlooking London's busy streets. There are plants and many books and files surrounding the office and a long desk in the middle of the room, with a computer and a lot of paper. Suddenly my eyes catch a manly figure, with his back turned to the room, in conversation with a man and a woman. He turns and my heart skips a beat. His dark hair falls onto his very beautiful face. With a strong jaw and gorgeous features, I am left speechless. The suit certainly doesn't help the situation either. He is at least a head taller than me and is probably the most handsome man I have ever laid my eyes on. Am I supposed to work for him? How will I ever get anything done? His eyes flicker for a moment. He clears his throat.
"Hello. Olivia is it?", he takes a step towards me and gives me his hand. I shake it.
"Yes, it's lovely to meet you, Patrick". My eyes stiffen. "I mean.. Mr. Smith. Shit". My hand flies to my mouth. Oh my God, this cannot be happening. "I'm so sorry". I can feel all my blood rush to my cheeks. The room is suddenly very warm. He smirks.
"Likewise", he says. "I look forward to working with you, I've heard many good things about you. Hope you can live up to them". Fuck.
I nod, not wanting to embarrass myself any further.
"We will leave you alone, Mr. Smith", Audrey says with a smile and follows me out of the room. The second the doors close I cover my face with my hands.
"Oh my God, I can't believe I just did that". Audrey laughs and pads me on my back. She continues to walk over and sit down by her desk. I go over to my own. I go to sit down on the chair, but for some reason misplace the seat in my head and fall down on my ass with a loud thump. What the fuck. Just as I hit the ground, the doors to Mr. Smith's office open, and Mr. Smith is following the lady and man out the door.
"...but I thank you very much for your time today, sir". The lady spots me as I am making my way back to my feet. "Oh my", she continues. Everyone's eyes are on me. I clumsily sit on my chair, and focus my eyes on the screen.
"It is me who should be thanking you", Mr. Smith says to the couple, and lead them to the elevator. As he walks back, I can feel his eyes on me, and I hear a small chuckle. I close my eyes. I really need to step up my game... And Oh my god do I need to tell Sophia about how hot my new boss is.
