⋆˙⟡ “I know that you love me, Darling, you don’t have to say it” ⋆˙⟡

It was stupid, really. You would always get caught up with your dumb ideas as Caitlyn’s secretary, thinking about what she would do to you and how. She knew. She knew how you felt beneath her. She knew how you eyes flickered up when she kissed your neck a bit too hard. She knew the face you made when she hit the right spot. She knew you too well.

She could punish you— she should. You’ve been distracted all day. She missed a meeting because of your stupid imagination. She had every right to storm into your office and fuck- politely reeducate you on the importance of timing. By burying her face into every crevice of you body, because that is how real professional bosses do it.

So… that’s exactly what she did.

You are sitting on her desk, with that crooked, oddly shy smile on your face. Caitlyn, on the other hand, was nipping at the skin on your neck, her sharp nose digging into your collarbone. Oh, how she needed to punish you, claim you, teach you a lesson.

“You misbehaved big time today,” she growled into your ear, biting you earlobe slightly. “Do you know how much I need to teach you?”