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His arms around me.
I was tucked in and safe. I didn’t want to think about anything else but being safe in that moment. For just this moment, I felt better. Perhaps under all the angst and nasty arrogance of Mr. Wellington, laid a caring human. He was a caring Dominant, but in real life it was another story. Then again, I might have been reading the wrong story the whole time. This version wasn’t Sir. And he wasn’t Mr. Wellington. The man who held me in his arms was nothing but Soren. Just Soren. For now, that was perfect.
* * *
I had woken up alone,but warm and tucked into my soft blankets. I don’t know when Soren had left my bed last night. What I did know was that I had slept better than I had in a long time. I felt like I could breathe again. My initial emotional response to the restraining order had passed and in its place was some semblance of peace. I had decided to cling to that feeling; to find my new normal moving forward.
“Ms. Adams, did you sleep well?” he asked me mid-morning after his early morning hearing.
“I did, thank you,” I answered honestly, giving him a grateful smile.
“I’m glad to hear it.” His eyes seemed to burn into me. The rest of the morning was different from normal. I felt his eyes on me almost constantly. He seemed to find reasons to be near me. There was a sexual tension in the room, sizzling between us, that had begun when all of this had started. But today, he wasn’t ignoring it. He leaned into it.
It was distracting, watching him, watching me. His favorite pen tucked between his lips as his eyes moved up and down my body. I unconsciously uncrossed and recrossed my legs, feeling my core heat and clench under his gaze.
“Posey, is the Taylor file in the filing cabinet behind you?” he asked me shortly after lunch.
“Yes, I filed it away this morning.” Posey? He did not call me that at work. Ever. “Would you like me to bring it to you?”
“No, I’ll come get it, thank you.” I tried not to let the sound of his voice affect me. We were at work, and he had clearly stated rules about such things. Yes, I did tend to try and bend those rules occasionally, but still.
He walked behind me, and I knew I wasn’t reading into his tone or his looks all day. His fingertips brushed against my arm, trailing up to the back of my neck as he moved past me.
When he moved away, his fingers trailed over my shoulders again, making me shiver.
“Gorgeous,” he whispered under his breath. I knew I didn’t imagine that. Well, well. Mr. Wellington had decided to flirt back. When he sat back down, his eyes finding mine, I bit my lip and lowered my eyes. The submissive gesture was not missed on his part, and he inhaled sharply. I could hear the quiet groan he released from my desk.
“Take your hair down.” His command took me by complete surprise. I gaped at him for a moment, unsure of what to do or say.
“Um, excuse me? Mr. Wellington?” I stammered.
“Posey, we have no clients the rest of the day. Emotions have run high, and I would honestly like to start things a little…differently tonight. Do you have any objections to following some commands early?” The smirk on his lips had me feeling lightheaded.
“Um, no,” I answered lamely.
“Um, no…” he prompted with a knowing look. Oh, right! I took a moment, collecting myself and taking a deep breath. My back straightened, and I felt myself going into the same posture I held while kneeling. Head lowered, eyes lowered, back straight, arms loose while my hands gathered in my lap.
“No, Sir,” I answered with confidence. This place, this position, was becoming a welcomed haven for me. Something I hadn’t anticipated feeling.
“Take your hair down, Posey,” he commanded once more. My hands lifted and I pulled the pins out of my hair quickly, letting the waves fall down from the bun I had coiffed this morning. I sat still once my hair had tumbled to my shoulders, waiting for the next direction with excitement and need. “Good girl. Now, get back to work.”
I sat for just a moment, but quickly took heed. If my Sir wanted me to work, I would work. I found renewed energy as I began to work again. I still had a stack of pleadings to draft and look over for him and I really did want to get them done today if at all possible.
“Hike your skirt up. Spread your legs.” His words startled me. The clock read 2:00 p.m. I had been working for over an hour since his command to take my hair down. The time had passed quickly. I kept my eyes lowered and pulled my skirt up, spreading my legs tentatively.
“Wider.” I knew better than to disobey, so I hiked my skirt up clear to my hips and sat on the edge of my chair. My legs spread, as wide as I could, and his sharp hiss was all the proof I needed to know he saw exactly what I wanted him to see. My thigh highs were held up by a lacy garter belt. And I wore nothing else beneath my skirt.
“Christ, Posey. You’re bare and your pussy is literally shining with how wet you are.” His voice was like honeyed whiskey. Smokey and sweet. I wanted him whispering all manner of dirty things in my ear. I wanted him to take me. I wanted him to —
“Do you know how badly I want to taste you?” he all but growled out from his desk.
“Then maybe you should get off your ass and do so.” The words were out of my mouth before I could even think. He stood from his desk and walked quickly to my seat, a look of pure frustration on his face.
“I’m sure I didn’t hear you correctly,” he whispered, his words laced with that tinge of danger that I found myself craving.
“Do something about it,” I challenged, meeting his eyes. We sat there, eyes boring into one another for a long moment when he suddenly tipped his head back and laughed. No, not laughed. He full on guffawed at me.
“Is something funny?” I scowled, crossing my arms in front of my chest.
