Stay With Me

01

Mature Scenes

The sheets are tangled around my legs as I slowly wake up. I hear water running in the bathroom. I sit up and stretching, popping a few kinks out. Yawning loudly, I get out of bed and wander into the bathroom. Sir stands in front of the sink, naked. I squeal and back out of the doorway. I hear his booming laughter. "Come here, my little sub," he says. I clear my throat and reenter the bathroom. I bow to him. "Did I startle you," he asks, pulling me to him. He cock is pressed against my stomach.

"Yes. I didn't expect you to be naked, Sir," I admit to him. He smiles down at me then captures my lips with his. His huge hands grip my face, holding me still so he can taste me. His cock twitches to life, slowly getting harder. When he pulls away, I notice his dilated pupils. "Do you work today," he asks. "No, Sir. I never work on Monday. I go to work with you," I tell him. He nods then lets me go. "Brush your teeth," he commands before walking out with a full hard-on.

I make quick work of my morning routine then get dressed. When I walk into the kitchen, Sir growl stops me in my tracks. He sends me back to the room to change. I'm careful not to show my annoyance. I notice the outfit on the bed and change into it, realizing he put it there. I rejoin him in the kitchen and he looks me over before shaking his head. "You picked this out," I say then quickly add. "Sir. " He nods agreement then comes to tower over me. "You're wearing panties and they're not needed today," he says then lifts up my skirt and pulls my cute, lacey panties off.

There's a bulge in his pants when he's done manhandling me. "Grab your purse," he orders. I bow then go retrieve my bag and my shoes. He stands at the door, waiting for me. Power and dominance exude off of him. I kneel in front of him. He launches into his usual speech before we go to work together. Telling me to be on my best behavior and stay in his office unless I have to use the bathroom.

Once he finished, he helps me stand up then I put my shoes on. He looks me over and I smile. He opens the door of the penthouse and I step into the hallway. The door is closed and locked before we head to the elevator. "My brother will be riding with us this morning. You will sit next to me. Try not to speak to him. He's...weird. His name is Sawyer, "Sir tells me as we ride the elevator. It stops a few floors down then the doors open.

A handsome man turns and looks into the elevator. My eyes immediately hit the floor. "Gabe? You didn't say-," Sir cuts him off. "Get in the elevator," he says, pulling me over to the wall. Sawyer chuckles and gets in. We ride the elevator in silence. The car ride is just as quiet. Sir keeps his hand on my thigh. "Sir," I look at him. "Yes, pet," he replies. I notice Sawyer's eyes on me and I gasp softly. "Umm," I try to think of something else to say. "I love you."
Sir looks at me and smiles ever so slightly. "I love you too, pet. When we get there, I want you to grab me some coffee. If you want, you may have a doughnut this morning," he tells me. I squeal happily. "Thank you. Would you like me to bring you one," I ask. He shakes his head and we go to a comfortable silence.

We arrive at the office and the driver helps me out of the car. "Have a good day, Carl," I say. He nods then gets in the car and drives away. The two men are already walking into the building and I'm still in the street. I gasp and scurry after them. Sir glances back and I wave at him then I go to the break room to get his coffee.  The doughnuts are all glazed and shiny. I grab one then pick up the coffee and head to the elevator.

I ride up to his office alone, tapping my nails on the ceramic cup. The elevator dings and I step out into the hallway. I groan when I reach his office. My hands are full and I can't open the door. I kick the wood as if I'm knocking. It opens and Sawyer stands there looking as shocked as I am. I quickly recover. "Uhh, thank you. Excuse me," I say, stepping past him. "Sir? I have your coffee. I didn't grab creamer. My hands are really tiny," I say, setting the mug on his desk.