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I want to lose my shit. How dare he speak to me this way. How dare he try to remind me about paperwork that I drew up. He expects me, a fucking CEO to kneel in a dirty parking lot for him? I'm eight years older than he is. I tell him what to do all day long, and now he's trying to turn the tables on me? I'm his boss. He's my employee. Is he insane? I can't do it. I won't.
My mind runs rampant with thoughts reminding me of who I am, but my body ignores my mind. My body doesn't care about our age difference or Obsidian’s power structure. My body reacts to him. My body wants him. My body remembers his touch the same way my mind remembers what I just watched him do to two men who disrespected me. My body hasn't forgotten Quinn, so when he tells me to kneel, my brain shuts off. My body responds.
With a tight jaw, I begin to slowly lower myself to the ground in front of him. My eyes dart over to the lit part of the lot and to the entrance to the bar, but no one is around right now.
“Don't look over there,” he says when he sees me. “I don't give a fuck who’s around. You don't belong to anybody else. You belong to your Dom. Now do as you're told.”
In my head, I'm screaming at the top of my lungs with my hair on fire. I can't believe I'm doing this for him, and I resent my body for going into autopilot at his command. But regardless of how quickly my mind races, I listen to him. I wrinkle and dirty my pants on the grimy pavement, and kneel in front of Quinn. When I look up at him, he doesn't smile like a satisfied child who’s smug about getting his way. He simply raises an eyebrow and flexes his jaw.
“You see? You do what I say … because you're mine. Now say it.”
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