Treat You Better ➳ PEAKY BLINDERS (on hiatus)

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 THE PUB FIGHT 

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Before Ivy knew it, she was back at her desk working the books. That day was different, though. That day was Michael's first day at work and his first day as Ivy's boss. He was annoying already but if you gave him power, he was an utter nightmare. Alfie had a phrase that he told Ivy, it seemed rather relevant at present, "It's hard to put a leash on a dog once you've put a crown on its head." That morning, he kept sauntering into the girl's office, a smirk spread across his face, slamming a huge pile of papers on her desk and strutting out without another word. Ivy was still mad at him from the horse auction and partly what happened the night of his birthday; he needed to mind his own business sometimes. Michael came into her office, again, this time to pick up the papers he had handed her earlier. "Have you finished them, yet?" Ivy pushed them towards him. "I'm not your slave." She told him. "No, but I'm your boss which means that you have to do anything that I tell you to do." She stood up and slammed her hands onto her desk. "You can't bully me into doing anything, Michael." She tried to put on a strong front, she couldn't let him know she enjoyed his teasing. He walked over to the girl, coming to a halt behind her. He held a dominant air round him, one similar to Tom's. "Actually, I can," He ran his hand down her arm. She faced the door, not wanting to make eye contact with him in fear that she'd cave. He pulled her hair away from her neck and whispered in her ear "I am your boss after all." He pushed the girl into the desk by his hips. Ivy's breath was heavy and her heart pounded against her chest. His crotch was pressed into her bottom. She bit back a moan.

"Lost for words, princess?" He continued to whisper in the girl's ear, teasing her. He started to grind against her. "Michael." Ivy whimpered under her breath. "Sorry, I didn't catch that."

"Michael." She repeated, louder the second time. "Ah, that's not my name. I would like you to call me 'Boss' from now on." His hands met her waist, pushing Ivy further into her desk. Anybody could walk in at any time yet he still continued. "In your dreams." She whispered, deciding she'd tease him back. One of his hands met the girl's throat, applying light pressure. "What was that?"

"Nothing."

"Nothing, what?" He teased. "Nothing, boss." She whimpered. "Good girl," He praised. "I didn't want to apologise to you but I don't like seeing you hurt, so I'm gonna do this anyway. I'm sorry for whatever I said a couple of days ago," His lips danced along Ivy's neck, his breath was hot against her skin. They never met, though. "I was just curious. Now, what do you say?"

"Fuck you." She breathed, she was still mad at him after all. The grip on her neck tightened, choking Ivy. "What. Do. You. Say?" He repeated. "Thank you for your apology." He pushed his crotch into her again and ground his hips against her ass, more whimpers threatened to leap from her throat.. "Thank you, boss." She repeated. "Good girl." He pulled away from her and walked over to the door. "I have some 'business' to attend to, but there's some more work for you when you want it. Just come and see me." And with that, he left. Ivy's hands were sweating and her knees were shaking. With caution, she took a seat in her chair again. She hated to admit it, but she loved the effect Michael had on her. 'What the fuck was that?' That boy did things to her and Ivy couldn't help herself but be attracted to him in some way. There was just something about him. Something annoying, but interesting; alluring; arousing.