Chapter 6(THE BOSSES OFFICE)

Part 1: The Boss Office

Jane’s heart raced as she stepped into the office. The city lights spilled through the tall windows, casting long shadows across the polished floor. But all she could see was him. Eric. Her boss. Her master in this arrangement. Dominant, commanding, dangerous — and yet impossible to resist.  

“You’re late,” he said, his voice low, sharp, and completely unyielding.  

“I… I’m sorry, sir,” she whispered, cheeks heating instantly. Her pulse jumped, and she felt a flutter deep in her stomach. Her body had already betrayed her, reacting to his voice and presence before her mind could even process it.  

Eric didn’t move. He just stood there, arms crossed, eyes dark and intense, piercing through her. “You signed the contract, Jane. You agreed to follow my rules. Is that clear?”  

“Yes, sir,” she whispered again. Her voice felt small, almost fragile, but inside, her body was alive. Every nerve was on fire, every breath shallow, every heartbeat quick. She wanted to obey him. She wanted to respond. And she hated herself a little for wanting it.  

He stepped closer. The air between them thickened. The warmth of him pressed against her even before he touched her. She could smell him — faint cologne, something sharp, something intoxicating. Her knees trembled, and her stomach tightened with anticipation.  

“Now… stand still,” he commanded, and Jane froze. Her body wanted to move, wanted to react, but obedience pulled her back. She could feel his gaze scanning every inch of her. She could feel the weight of his control pressing on her, and every cell in her body ached to surrender.  

Eric circled her slowly, deliberate. Each step made her pulse jump, made her skin tingle. The way he looked at her — assessing, controlling, daring her to disobey — made her knees weak. Her breath caught in her throat.  

“Do you feel that?” he asked, his voice low, deliberate. “The way your body responds to me?”  

Jane’s breath hitched. “I… I don’t know…” Her stomach fluttered, her chest tightened, her skin tingled, and a shiver ran down her spine. Every nerve was alive. She felt herself melt under his gaze.  

“Jane”.But before she could respond ,his lips were already on hers.

The Kiss was sudden,fierce as if all the tension between them had finally broken loose.Jane gasped against his lips ,her hand gripping the edge of the fest behind her.

His hand brushed along her arm. Light, teasing. But even that small touch made her shiver violently. She leaned slightly toward him, though her mind screamed to pull back. The ache between her legs was already noticeable, though she hadn’t even felt him fully yet.  

“Don’t think,” he said firmly, almost a growl. “Just feel.”  

Jane bit her lip, trembling. Her body ached for more — more of him, more of this heat, more of the control. She felt fire spread through her chest, her stomach, her legs. Every brush of his fingers made her gasp softly. Every word he spoke made her tremble and ache.  

“Do you want me to stop?” he asked, lips brushing the shell of her ear.  

“No… please… don’t stop,” she whispered. Her voice was small, trembling, pleading. Her fingers twitched, almost reaching for him. Her body was betraying her entirely, responding before her mind could catch up. She wanted him to guide her. She wanted him to command her. She wanted to obey him fully.  

Eric chuckled softly, a low, approving sound. “You’ll need to beg properly, Jane. That’s how this works.”  

Her cheeks flushed a deep red. Her heart hammered in her chest. “Please… sir… I want… I want you to keep touching me,” please touch me more AHH uhh!!! she murmured. Her words were weak, quivering, desperate, yet full of longing. Every syllable was a surrender, an admission of how much she craved him.  

His eyes darkened, powerful and unyielding. “You’re mine tonight,” he said, sliding a hand to her waist and pressing her slightly closer. “Every shiver, every sigh… all yours.”  

Jane’s knees wobbled. Her chest rose and fell unevenly. Her skin tingled from head to toe. Her stomach tightened with a warmth she couldn’t control. Every nerve in her body was alive. Every inch of her burned with need.  

Eric’s lips brushed along her shoulder, soft yet insistent. Jane gasped and shivered. She arched slightly toward him, lips parting, a soft moan escaping. She wanted more. She wanted every part of him. She wanted his control, his dominance, his attention. She wanted to obey fully.  

“Say it,” he whispered, voice low, teasing, magnetic. “Say you want to obey me.”  

“Yes… sir,” she breathed, trembling. Her body ached, every nerve alive. Her heart raced like a drum, her skin burning, her breaths coming fast and shallow. She wanted him. Needed him. Craved him. She felt the heat rise through her body, pulsing, raw, and urgent.  

Eric’s hand slid along her back, lingering over the curve of her waist, tracing slow, deliberate paths. Every touch made her tremble more. Every word made her ache. She felt herself melt under his control.  

Her knees weakened further. Her chest heaved. Her breath was uneven. She shivered as he pressed his body lightly against hers. The warmth of him made her ache with desire. Every nerve was alive, every part of her needing him.  

“Do you feel how this works?” he murmured against her ear. “You respond to me. Every shiver, every sigh… you want it. You need it.”  

“Yes… sir…” she whispered. Her voice shook, fragile and breathless. Her whole body trembled. She wanted him to continue, to command her, to stay close. She wanted to be guided, teased, held. She wanted to feel the pull of his control.  

Eric’s lips brushed her collarbone, slow and deliberate. Jane gasped softly, arching toward him without thinking. She moaned, small and trembling, soft but full of longing. Her body ached with anticipation, craving, and surrender.  

“Tonight,” he said, lips close to her ear, “you will learn what it means to obey… and to crave it.”  

Jane nodded, shivering. Her body was alive with tension and need. Her heart raced. Her mind spun with anticipation. Every nerve, every inch of her being was alert, yearning, trembling. She wanted more. She needed more. She was ready to surrender fully, to feel every moment, every touch, every command.  

And in that moment, Jane knew… she would obey him completely. She would follow, respond, and crave it, letting every feeling take over. She was his. And she wanted nothing else at the moment.