Everything was complicated—were you two friends with benefits, were you together, were you simply nothing? Who knew. Things between you and John stayed private; a simple arrangement where you wanted to learn how to be a submissive properly and John could have someone close by he could find a release with.

It all started one night at the bar where you two got a little tipsy and you expressed your interest in wanting someone to show you what it’s like to fully submit to someone—to do as they say when they say without question—John expressed how he needed someone who was willing to learn his every want and fufil it. Of course it always felt like more—John would always give the best after care; cleaning up the mess he had made of you—and you always knew just the right spot to lay on his chest to help him fall asleep.

Today’s different though—John’s pissed. He had seen you during training—ghost leaned into your back, arms wrapped around your body helping you steady your gun—it was too close. Too personal and he didn’t like it.

That’s how you found yourself heading to his office after he sent you a message to be there in ten minuets.

John looks up from his desk as soon as the door opens and takes his gaze over your form hungrily.

“On your knees, baby.” Leaning back in his chair he clasps his hands over his abdomen and motions his head for you to come closer. He doesn’t want to admit it out loud but he needs a reminder that your his even if it hadn’t been voiced and he felt like you needed a reminder too.