How I Met My Submissive 7: The Office

People say that you shouldn't mix work and pleasure. But no one explains to you what to do when your submissive has an important presentation the next day and can barely speak because you've fucked his throat until he's hoarse. I guess those details don't fit into human resources manuals.

My first mistake was coming to work. I should have taken the day off, or better yet, kidnapped Alex and kept him in my bed until the marks on his neck were less... obvious, binge-watching some terrible series and ordering takeout. But of course, the idiot had to present the results of the last sprint, and I had to be there. As the director and as the asshole who had left his neck looking like a fucking leopard.

My second mistake was running into my useless superior.

“M, can we talk for a moment?” Carmen’s voice sounded conciliatory, which only made her more annoying. “About yesterday…”

I took a deep breath before turning around. Two years. I just had to endure two fucking years until she retired and I could take her position. Two years smiling and nodding while she lectured me as if I were a kid.

“It wasn’t very professional to leave the celebration like that,” she continued. “Second place is an important achievement. It means a government contract, guaranteed funding…”

“I know,” I interrupted, keeping my tone neutral while internally counting to ten. As if I didn’t know better than anyone what that contract meant. As if I hadn’t planned every fucking detail of the project.

“Then you’ll understand that your reaction was… excessive. You can’t just take an employee like that, grabbing him by the collar…”

My mind immediately went to how I had grabbed Alex in much less professional ways last night. How he had trembled under my hands, how he had moaned my name…

“… and competitiveness is fine, but…”

“It won’t happen again,” I lied with a smile that didn’t reach my eyes. In my mind, I was already planning how to reorganize the department when she left. Two years. Just two years.

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I correct my mental note. I guess those details don’t fit into human resources manuals, or into the condescending talks from superiors who know shit about project management.

“Good morning, sir,” murmured Alex as he crossed paths with me in the hallway. His voice was barely a hoarse whisper, but the little smile he gave me made all the anger from the useless sermon evaporate.

Laura, who was passing by, stopped dead. “Are you okay, Alex? You sound terrible.”

“Yeah, it’s just… a cold,” he replied, nervously tugging at the collar of his shirt. A shirt that, by the way, didn’t hide half of what it should. I need to buy him a shirt to make up for yesterday's... I’ll make it a turtleneck.

“You should take something,” Laura suggested. “You have the presentation in half an hour.”

I watched as Alex slightly paled. For a moment, my protective side wanted to intervene, cancel the presentation, give him a break. But my dominant side… damn, my dominant side wanted to see how he managed.

“I’m sure he’ll do fine,” I said with a smile that made Alex visibly shiver. “He has a very… resilient throat.”

Laura looked at me oddly while Alex practically fled to his desk. Okay, maybe I had gone a bit overboard with that comment.

The presentation was sweet torture. Alex, normally so eloquent, struggled to be heard while showing the graphs. Every time he swallowed, I could see him shudder slightly, and I knew exactly why.

“Does anyone have questions?” he asked at the end, his voice almost nonexistent.

“Yes,” I said, because I’m an asshole. “Could you elaborate a bit more on the... market penetration part?”

I saw him drop the laser pointer. The poor bastard managed to blush and pale at the same time.

“I… um…”

“Leave it, Alex,” Laura interrupted. “You look terrible; you should see a doctor. That throat doesn’t sound good at all.”

“It’s nothing,” insisted Alex. “I just need… water.”

“And a turtleneck,” someone murmured from the back. Several laughed.

Shit. The situation was getting out of hand. It was time to intervene.

“Enough for today,” I announced, standing up. “Alex, to my office. The rest, back to work.”

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I saw him tense as he followed me. As soon as I closed the door, he turned to me with a mix of fear and… excitement?

“Sir, I…”

“Sit down and take this,” I ordered, showing him a honey tea that I had brought to my office just as the presentation ended. “How are you?”

“Fine,” he lied. “Just a little…”

“Sore?” I suggested, leaning closer. “Marked? Used?”

The moan that escaped him was barely audible, but it went straight to my cock.

“We’re at work,” he protested weakly as I circled his chair.

“I know,” I murmured, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “You know what else I know? That every time you swallow, you remember how I fucked your throat last night. That every mark on your neck reminds you who you belong to.”

“Please…”

“Please what, Alex?” My fingers brushed his neck, pressing lightly against a particularly visible mark. “Please to stop? Or please for more?”

“Both,” he admitted in a trembling voice.

I laughed, pulling away. “Finish your tea. Go home. Rest that throat. You’ll need it tonight.”

“Tonight?” he asked, and the hopeful tone in his voice nearly made me push him over the desk right there.

“Tonight,” I confirmed. “And Alex… wear something high-necked. I don’t like sharing what’s mine.”

I watched him leave, swaying slightly, but not before giving me one last look that mixed shyness and anticipation. A look that made me realize, with a jolt of panic, that this was going much deeper than just sex and domination. Through the glass of my office, I could see Laura approaching worriedly, probably to ask him about his “cold.”

I sank into my chair after he left, smiling like an idiot at the memory of the way his eyes sparkled when he looked at me. Was it professional to fuck an employee? No. Was it smart to be developing feelings for him? Probably not. Was it ethical to mark him like cattle? Definitely not. Was I going to stop?

The way Alex looked at me before leaving, with that mix of desire and submission, gave me the answer.

Not a chance.