Taming the Madam: Domenica (+18)

chapter sixteen

Domenica.

What the fuck?

It was the only thing I could muster as I bid him goodnight. Collapsing against my bedroom door, I exhaled a deep, shaky sigh. My heart raced, my mind reeling from what had just transpired. What had I done? I felt a rush of shame wash over me as I realized I had finally allowed myself to cum on top of him. It had been a fantasy I'd harbored for so long, and now, in a moment of reckless abandon, I had lived it out.

A smile crept onto my face, the lingering shame dissipating. Surprisingly, I liked it. My gaze shifted to the large picture frame hanging on the wall right on top of the single sofa where we had just been. It was a photo of me in my wedding dress, beaming with happiness, Neil standing proudly by my side. It felt disgustingly exciting.

How ironic the supposedly only man that I love, who vows to protect me, to love me for the rest of our lives, couldn't even make me cum in just five minutes. Instead, a gardener's son, was happy and very obedient to be seated right on that single sofa, watching me in awe. I know he wishes to touch me, to hold me, to make me explode even more. But that moment, was a form of punishment.

I chuckled softly as I relived the images of last night in my head, so lost in my thoughts that I hadn't even noticed I had a meeting to attend. Glancing around, I realized no one seemed to have noticed my brief lapse in focus; everyone was engrossed in watching our associate present the business matters on the screen across from us.

"So, what do you think, Domenica? I personally think this author is an upward trend. Her last two books were a hit. I think we should sign her." My business partner, Isabella, spoke to me once everyone cleared the room. Recently our business's associate presented a presentation. The focus was on a rising star in the literary world, an author in search of a publishing house to call home. Her book sales were soaring, and the buzz around her was palpable. She was the talk of the town, and everyone was eager to see which publishing company would be the first to sign her.

"I'm not sure. Yes, she's currently on the rise but we shouldn't overlook the backlash she's received for her stories. Her sales have been strong because people are curious about the content, some gave her good ratings but some aren't. I don't want to risk my company's reputation by endorsing such controversial concepts from a writer's perspective." I gave away my thoughts. I've read her latest book, and I must say, she's a talented writer, incredibly creative. However, being a writer is a bit like playing with pragmatics. There's no definitive right or wrong when it comes to telling a story. Whether it's a daydream or a nightmare, as long as it's labeled as fiction, it should be perceived as such.

In my opinion, the world might not yet be ready for the kind of mind she possesses.

"Do you think she's a bad writer?"

"No."

"Have you read her latest work?"

"As a matter of fact, I have."

"And do you think it's shit?"

"No, I loved her concept and her storyline."

"But?"

I pursed my lips, staring straight to Isabella. "What do you mean but?"

"Look, all I see is, you like this girl. You love her brain, but her only problem is how she tells her story to the world. Maybe, if we sign with her, we could guide her. We have a team of experts on Developmental editing, Proofreading, Structural editing, you name it. I'm sure her next work will generate us sales even better than before!"