Page 26 of His Dark Desires

"Do you? Because your recent behavior suggests otherwise."

"I..." She drops her eyes. "You're right. I overstepped."

"Yes, you did." I straighten my tie. "And it won't happen again."

"No," she whispers. "It won't." Her eyes flicker with emotion before it's quickly masked.

"Kneel," I command, watching her carefully.

Mara hesitates again, and this time, I don't need my systems to tell me she's planning her next move. "You want to keep your job, don't you Mara?"

"Yes," she answers, her voice thick.

"Then do as I say." I keep my tone steady, authoritarian. "Kneel."

Slowly, she lowers herself to the floor, sinking onto her knees. Her hands rest on her thighs.

"Now, let's talk about respecting boundaries." I circle her like a predator. "About remembering who's in control."

Mara stays silent, her breath shallow.

"Show me you understand who's in charge here," I tell her.

For a moment, she doesn't move. I narrow my eyes, ready to call her bluff, but then she starts to undo the buttons of her jacket. With deliberate slowness, she opens her jacket, revealing her black lace bra and the curve of her tits.

She slips the jacket off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Her hands move to the zipper of her skirt, slowly lowering it before shimmying out of the garment. Next, she hooks her thumbs into the waistband of her panties, a matching black silk, and stockings, dark nylon that hugs her legs. Slowly, she eases them down her thighs, trying to keep kneeling as best as she can.

"That's it." My voice is calm as I take in the vision of her kneeling before me, naked. "Now, lean forward and touch your forehead to the floor."

Mara obeys, her back straight. Her fingers press against the marble floor as she submits, and I feel a rush of power. Her hesitation earlier was

expected; this demonstration of her submission is a reminder of where her loyalty should lie. With me. Only me.

Moving closer, I run a hand through her hair, relishing the feeling of her yielding to me.

"You're my most trusted assistant, Mara. You know things about me that no one else does. That's why I keep you close." My fingers tighten in her hair, and I give a slight tug, forcing her to look up at me. "But you need to earn that trust."

"I know," she whispers, her eyes reflecting a mix of shame and desire. "I'm sorry. I lost sight of my place."

"Yes, you did." I pull her up by the hair, enjoying the slight wince of pain that crosses her face. "But we can fix that. Show me how sorry you are." I step closer, positioning myself directly in front of her, my thigh brushing against her face. She knows what I want, and she also knows she doesn't want to refuse.

Mara glances up at me, her eyes questioning, seeking some reassurance or hint of gentleness. But I keep my expression cold. I won't make this easy for her.

"Not going to do it?" I tighten my fist. "Make me tell you again."

Her eyes widen at the challenge, at the threat of what I might do if she continues to disobey. Slowly, she reaches for my belt, unbuckles it, and then undoes the button and zipper of my slacks. Her fingers dance across my growing arousal through my boxer briefs, and her eyes flicker with a mix of emotions—desire, shame, and something resembling fear.

But this is what Mara likes.

I tilt my head down, watching her as she pulls down my boxer briefs, my cock springing free. Her gaze lingers for a moment before she lowers her head and takes me into her mouth.

The warmth of her mouth envelops me, and I close my eyes, biting back a groan. Her lips are soft, and she uses her tongue skillfully, swirling

around the head and tracing the sensitive vein along the underside of my shaft. She hollows her cheeks and bobs her head, taking me deeper, and I let out a ragged breath.

This is what I need. Dominance and submission. Control. I shift my hips, thrusting slightly, and she relaxes her throat to take more of me. Her hands rest on my thighs, her nails digging into my skin as she works, adding a sharp pang of pleasure to the mix.

But it's not enough to take the edge off. Watching her look at Sophia, seeing the doubt in Sophia's eyes because of Mara's actions—it's all still there, simmering under the surface.

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