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2025-10-09 02:33:52
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Whispers of Submission Backseat pleasure
The restaurant was softly lit, the air warm with the scent of herbs and simmering sauces. The golden glow from the pendant lights washed over their table, casting delicate shadows across Reggie’s face. Cassie could see why people called the place romantic. She wasn’t sure if Reggie had realized that when he brought her here or if he was pretending not to notice.Reggie had taken the lead with the menu, ordering for both of them after she admitted she had no idea what half the dishes meant. “Trust me,” he’d said, his voice low and confident. “You’ll like it.”Someone passing by stopped suddenly at their table. “Reggie! It’s been ages, man.”Reggie stood, shaking the man’s hand. “Hey, Asher’s friend, right?”Cassie blinked as both men turned toward her.“Yes," the man said with a smile. "Cassie, this is Marcus. We’ve met a few times through your brother,” Reggie said easily.“Ah, the famous Cassie. Nice to meet you,” Marcus said with a polite smile before glancing back at Reggie. “Anyw
Whispers of Submission Day After
Reggie entered the doors of the office a little past noon, exhausted and sleepy. The meeting on the other side of town had dragged far longer than he’d planned. What was supposed to be a two-hour investor briefing had turned into a six-hour ordeal of negotiations, paperwork, and tedious formalities.He’d smiled, shaken hands, done what was expected of him, but his mind had never really been there. It kept drifting back to the apartment to Cassie. He wanted them to be friends seeing as they shared an apartment whenever he was in town. But the lines had been blurred already; he cared more than a friend could.Now the deal was finally signed, the documents handed over, and the project was officially in motion. His team would handle most of it from tomorrow. He sank into his chair, stretching his back. The silence of his office was a strange comfort, but also empty. He pulled out his phone and typed out a message before he could second-guess himself.Reggie: Back at the office. The meetin
Whispers of Submission Decisions
Cassie woke up to the sound of her alarm blaring like an angry horn. She groaned, squinting at the clock on her bedside table. 8:17 a.m.“Oh no, no, no,” she muttered, throwing the covers off. She was supposed to be at the office by eight-thirty.She felt rested but panicky. She stumbled into the bathroom, brushed her teeth, and hurriedly showered before leaving the bathroom in a huff, leaving a trail of water in her wake. When she came downstairs, Reggie was standing in the kitchen, scrolling through his phone with a cup of coffee in hand.He looked up when he heard her footsteps. “Morning, Sleeping Beauty.”Cassie winced. “Please, you are not helping.”“You overslept,” he said mildly, glancing at his watch. “Lift?”Cassie blinked at him, surprised. “You don’t have to...”“I’m heading that way, remember?” he interrupted with a small smile, and set his mug down. “Come on. You’ll be late.”He was already dressed in one of his numerous blue suits. This one had silver buttons. He had pai
Whispers of Submission Dinner interruptions
Dinner was quiet at first, nobody spoke lest they disturbed it.The clatter of utensils and the faint hum of music from Reggie’s phone filled the background, softening the edges of the awkwardness that lingered since the morning. The aroma of garlic, herbs, and roasted chicken hung in the air, cozy and inviting.Reggie had cooked something simple but beautiful; lemon-butter pork, sautéed vegetables, and mashed potatoes.She took a bite, closed her eyes, and groaned softly. “This is so good. You could give me a run for my money.”Reggie glanced at her from across the table, hiding a smile. “You are far much better than me. I am glad you like it.”“Like it?” she said with mock indignation, pointing at her plate with her fork. “This is better than half the restaurants I’ve been to. You could open your own place.”He chuckled. “Don’t give me ideas. I already have too many projects as it is.”Cassie smiled, then tilted her head curiously. “Seriously though, who taught you to cook like thi
Whispers of Submission Hangover
Morning came too soon.The dull ache in Cassie’s head throbbed behind her eyes like a slow drumbeat. The faint light filtering through the curtains didn’t help either; it only reminded her that the world was still turning while she wished it would pause, just for a little while.She rolled over, groaning as the events of the previous night trickled back like fragments of a bad dream; the balcony, the argument, the wine, her reckless words.You’re scared… You’re a coward… You’re not my brother.Cassie winced, pressing a hand to her forehead. “Oh God.”A soft knock came at the door before she could decide whether to bury herself under the blankets forever.“Cassie?” Reggie’s deep but careful voice called She didn’t answer, hoping he’d think she was asleep.The door opened anyway. He stepped in quietly, holding a tray. The smell of soup hit her first , warm, soothing, laced with ginger and garlic.“I thought you might need this,” he said, his tone neutral but gentle. “And some water. T
Whispers of Submission The Confrontation
Reggie’s footsteps echoed through the quiet living room as he walked back inside. The air felt heavier somehow, the faint buzz of the gin still lingering in his blood. He told himself he was doing the right thing, walking away before he made another mistake.But before he could reach the stairs, he heard the sound of the sliding door behind him.“Don’t you dare walk away from me again,” Cassie said, her voice sharp with frustration.Reggie froze. He didn’t turn immediately, his jaw tightening. “Cassie...”“No,” she cut him off, stepping into the room. Her cheeks were flushed, her hair loose around her face, the wine glass still in her hand. “You don’t get to just walk off like that. Not after...” she gestured vaguely toward the balcony “...all that.”He turned slowly to face her. “I think we’ve both had enough for one night.”Cassie let out a breathy, humorless laugh. “Enough of what? You saying one thing and doing another?”Reggie rubbed the back of his neck. “You’re drunk, Cassie.”
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