Battleship (Anchored 2) - Page 17

It’s been three days since I buried my fingers inside of her and felt her orgasm all over my hand.

It’s been three days, and I haven’t talked to her.

When Christina and Zack came back, they scurried her away rather quickly. She seemed flustered, almost embarrassed when they reappeared, and I wonder if I’ll ever see her again. I should have asked for her phone number, but instead, I slipped her my card.

“Feel free to call me with any questions about BDSM, or even just to talk,” I told her. She smiled and took the card, but when our eyes met, I knew she wouldn’t be reaching out. For Lily, it was just a one-time thing. She wanted to put her foot in the water, to test things out. She wanted to see what the big deal was with submission, but she doesn’t think it’s for her.

She’s wrong.

There’s no doubt in my mind that Lily is completely, one hundred percent, totally submissive. She might not know it, or maybe she just doesn’t want to admit it, but she reacted to my words in a powerful way. She can’t deny that.

I’ve met my fair share of submissive women, and Lily is one of them. She’s incredible, and she’s brave, but she’s still a little bit timid. I hope she comes back to the club and lets me play with her. I hope she decides to try again because she’s all I’ve been thinking about.

My dick is sore from jerking off so much, but I can’t get her out of my head.

“Hey,” Casey knocks as she

’s opening my door. “You have a minute?”

“Anything for you,” I smile at one of the web designers. Casey is an expert in Python and one of the best employees we have. In addition to Python, she knows several other programming languages. This makes her absolutely essential to our company’s success.

She heads the team of designers who are in charge of making sure each website we create looks incredible. There’s another team who creates content and another team who works with social media and marketing, but Casey’s team is unique and, I’m not afraid to say, without them, Brand First wouldn’t be what it is.

She peers in.

“Come on in,” I tell her, jerking my head toward the seats in front of my desk. Casey walks in, closing the door behind her. Her red hair is braided today and she’s wearing light makeup. We have a fairly casual dress code at Brand First, and Casey is wearing jeans with a button-down blouse. She looks professional, but adorable. “What can I do for you?”

“Well,” Casey takes a seat in one of the chairs in front of me and immediately begins to fidget. My Dom senses start tingly immediately. This isn’t a work-related problem. This is personal. She closed the door, of course, but Casey isn’t exactly shy when it comes to solving problems at Brand First. If she’s got an issue with someone or something, she deals with it. She rarely comes to me unless there’s something seriously wrong.

“Is everything okay?” I ask, even though I know it’s obviously not.

“I have a problem,” she says with a heavy sigh. “A personal one. I know it’s totally inappropriate to come to you about this, but, well, you know…” Her voice trails off, and for a second, I think she’s going to flake out of asking my advice, but she seems to steel herself, and then she whispers. “There are rumors.”

“Rumors?”

“Yeah. I don’t really know who else to ask, and there are rumors around the office that you’re a Dominant.”

“Is that right?”

“You know, like in the bedroom.”

“Yes,” I say dryly. “I know what a Dominant does, Casey. What’s your question?”

“So it’s true, then?” She looks relieved. “Oh, good, because I was starting to feel like a complete asshole, you know, just coming in and asking about your sex life.”

I soften my voice, “Casey, get to the point.”

“My husband wants to experiment with BDSM and I don’t know what to do,” she says in a rush. “I completely freaked out when he brought it up, and now we’re fighting, and I know I reacted poorly. I just…I was just worried that I’m not enough, you know? I mean, I just had the baby and now I’m all flabby and not pretty anymore and I just feel like we’re drifting apart.”

Casey bursts into tears, and I dart around the side of my desk and pull her to her feet. Then I wrap my arms around her while she cries against me. Casey is my employee, but I also consider her a friend, and when a friend needs me, I will do anything I can to help them.

“First of all,” I say slowly, quietly, relieved that most of the office is at lunch right now. Nobody needs to hear what I’m about to tell her. “Never tell a Dominant you aren’t pretty. That’s rule number one, okay?”

“Okay,” she sniffles, nodding her head against me.

“Rule number two,” I pull back. “Honesty is everything. Have a seat, Casey.” She sits down and I grab a box of tissues. I hand it to her, and she blows her nose. Then I take a seat across from her. “You were honest when you told me how Trey’s request made you feel.”

“Yeah,” she sniffles, nodding.

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