***All characters in this story are 18+ years old***
We are coming to the end of pre-written content, meaning soon enough the story will be progressing with each chapter release. This next chapter might also be updated a bit, we'll see how I feel. Any ideas for Aria are appreciated, encouraged even!
Thank you all for staying tuned in to one of my longest stories published! I hope this chapter is enjoyable and keeps up with expectations.
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I was listening to my playlist, working as I sipped my soda when there was a knock on the side of my desk. I pushed my headphones onto my neck, my music blaring as I looked up to see Lucas. "Sup boss?" I breathed and he sighed.
"I got another damn call about your application," he breathed and I snickered. "You get any interviews yet?!" he demanded and I couldn't stop laughing.
"If I did?" I mused, leaning back as I crossed my arms. He glanced at my outfit and sighed heavily. I was wearing one of Lace's long sleeve shirts and a pair of my baggy jeans that had rips all over the legs.
"Aria come on. I need to know if you intend on leaving," he sighed, sounding defeated. I bit my lip, the dejected look on his face turning me on so much. God I was so fucking warped. I pushed up from my chair, stepping closer to him. He looked around frantically as I snickered.
"Tell me boss man, how desperate are you for me to stay?" I purred, walking my fingers up the front of his shirt, I undid the top button expertly and he gasped, pushing my hands away. "Hmmm?" I insisted, nudging his belt. He blushed, averting his gaze.
"This is inappropriate," he grumbled.
"Then report me to HR and get me fired," I teased and he sighed, hanging his head. I was in total control and it was exhilarating. "How about you take me to lunch today, and we have a chat? You and I?" I breathed. He stared at me wide eyed and then scowled.
"Why the fuck would I do that?" he demanded.
"Because you need my assets," I muttered, stepping closer to him. "It's just a lunch," I whispered, loving the effect I was having on him. He sighed heavily, his hands on his hips as he hung his head.
"Fine, let's go now," he turned and walked toward his office. I laughed happily, crossing my arms as I watched him. Lace's head popped out and he smiled, probably because he recognized his shirt. I grabbed my phone and walked over to him. I grabbed a post-it note and a pen, bending over to stick my ass out as I wrote.
"God that's a nice ass," he whispered and I snickered, turning and slapping the note onto his crotch. He blushed, wincing slightly as I shoved the pen into his mouth. He looked so surprised as his teeth closed on it.
"Read that when I'm gone and text me your answer," I breathed. He nodded once, collecting himself as I pushed away from his desk. Lucas came back, glancing at Lace warily before sighing and gesturing for me to walk on.
"So we're going to the cafeteria right?" he grumbled as we swiped our badges, getting on the elevators.
"Nope. This is my choice," I breathed and he sighed heavily, shoving his hands into his pockets. I led him out the building and walked up a few blocks to my favorite pizza place. He kept sighing every so often and it was starting to get on my nerves. "Maybe if you respected me, and treated me fairly we wouldn't be in this fucking predicament," I breathed when we got to the door. I pulled it open and walked in, not even bothering to see if he followed. We were in line when he cleared his throat.
"You've been a fucking cunt since you started working here," he grumbled and I laughed, glancing at him.
"That's just part of my charm Lucas. This," I gestured between us. "Most of this has been intentional. The damn minute you started slamming me with work was the minute I realized you were just using me. You don't give a shit about me or how I feel. You do realize I'm in school right? That working all this overtime is interfering with my fucking education," I breathed and he sighed, hanging his head.
"I'm working on it," he conceded and I snickered.
"Took you long enough, fucking twat!" I grumbled, people looking at us uncomfortably. "The fuck you gonna do if I do leave?" I pressed then, glaring at him. He sighed and glanced at me warily. "I'm serious! This isn't my end game, I'd be stupid to settle. I have so much more potential than this," I breathed and he scoffed. "You're an arrogant fucking bastard you know that? Thinking you know more than me about how the world works," I was raising my voice and he blushed, more people staring as we moved up in line.
"Please, you're making a damn scene!" he scowled and I snickered.
"You think I give a fuck? Let them stare. Let them all be nosy assholes," I shrugged.
"You really can't fucking help yourself can you?" he demanded angrily and I smiled. There it was, that fire. I wanted to smother it.
"Oh I absolutely can boss man. I just choose not to," I breathed and he laughed. I turned to him, getting real close as I smiled. He stopped laughing, looking uneasy but he didn't step back. "Want to make a friendly wager?" I muttered and he looked unnerved.
"Fuck off, this isn't a game," he grumbled and I smiled, pinching his belt buckle. He blushed, looking around frantically.
"Oh come on, I think you'll like this," I insisted and he sighed heavily, glancing at the counter before looking at me.
"We have to order," he breathed and I smiled, turning to step up and place my order. I made him pay, both of us walking over to a table after getting drinks. I leaned over it eagerly, clasping my hands together as I studied him.
"The rules would be quite simple," I explained. He sighed, obviously not happy that I hadn't dropped it. "I have to dress appropriately, and I mean how you think women should dress in the work place," I started, piquing his interest immediately. "No swearing in the office, no attitude, nothing," I explained.
"Pfft, you wouldn't even last an hour," he insisted and I snickered.
"See this is where the bet comes into play dillweed," I breathed and he laughed. "I do that for an entire pay period, and you become my bitch," I muttered and he glared at me.
"The fuck did you just say?" he demanded quietly.
"You see there is something you don't know about me, dear Lucas," I teased and he rolled his eyes. "I thrive on dominating men. Weak, pathetic men turn me on easy enough. But what really gets my pussy juicing is the idea of taking a strong, hard headed man and making him collapse to his knees begging for me," I muttered and he scoffed.
"You're sick in the head," he muttered.
"Give it a thought. Take this bet and I stay at the company. Don't, and I leave," I breathed and he scowled.
"Are you bribing me?" he demanded and I chuckled.
"This is what it will take to make me stay," I shrugged and he glared at the table, fiddling with his cup.
"What if I win?" he demanded and I smiled.
"Then I stay like that until I am no longer reporting to you," I offered. He shook his head, smiling coyly.
"No that's not good enough," he breathed and I snickered.
"The fuck else you want?" I demanded.
"I'd get to make you my bitch and you act appropriately in the office until you're not under me anymore," he countered.
"Dream on. I'm no one's bottom," I muttered and he snickered.
"If you're so certain of yourself, why are you hesitating?" he pressed and I scoffed. He was good.
"Fine," I spit in my hand and held it out to him. He grimaced but did the same, shaking my hand firmly. "But no cheating or trying to ruin it for the other person. That would make it an unfair situation. I'd call the bet null and just quit," I assured him and he simply nodded.
"Does this mean I can still pile work on your desk?" he breathed and I laughed.
"No, you fucking prick. I still expect you to right those wrongs," I explained as our food came over. He sighed, taking his plate as he studied me.
"A dominatrix huh?" he muttered then curiously. I smiled, licking my lip.
"You already curious?" I breathed and he laughed.
"No, because," he hesitated and sighed happily. "I'm a dom too. I guess that's why we clash," he chuckled and I did too.
"Both trying to get control. I mean it makes sense," I mused and he sighed. "But I have better leverage," I smiled evilly and he nodded, looking vexed about that.
"I have to admit I'm excited to start picking out your outfits though," he smiled and I laughed. "You're going shopping this weekend. Our next pay period starts Sunday," he breathed and I nodded. "I'll tell you what I want to see," he was too excited.