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Dale was a man of quiet competence, held together by starched collars and a stoic demeanor that begged to be dismantled. I didn’t just want his attention, I wanted his surrender. We’d been flirting (well, he had been anyway) for months and he finally broke the stalemate one evening as everyone else was getting ready to leave for the day.
“Still working, Stella?” he asked. His voice sounded a little more vulnerable than usual. “No, actually,” I replied, standing slowly. “I was waiting for you.” He gave me a puzzled look, but I didn’t fill in the gap. Instead, I let the silence stretch until the air between us felt heavy and electric. “I think you’ve been looking for things you aren’t allowed to find, Dale.”
Competence
I stepped forward and my hand slid up to grip his tie, pulling him down until our faces were inches apart. The shift was immediate. I saw the hunger in his eyes, but beneath it, there was a desperate, burgeoning need for direction.
“Come with me,” I whispered, leading him out the door. We didn’t go far, just to my private office. I didn’t waste time with pretense. I gestured to the floor at my feet. “Kneel,” I commanded. Dale’s eyes widened, but he didn’t hesitate. He dropped to his knees with a jerky, almost raw movement.
The transition from confident colleague to devoted subject was instantaneous. He looked up at me, with his posture slumped in a way that screamed relief. The pretense of power he’d maintained for years had dissolved, replaced by a gluttonous need to be told what to do.
“You’ve been waiting a long time for someone to take the reins, haven’t you?” I murmured, watching the way he shuddered under the weight of my gaze.
He didn’t speak. He just tilted his head and bared his neck, as his eyes searched mine for the next instruction.
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