Even if it was after hours and he had sent the cleaning staff home early and told the security team not to patrol the top floor, this was still the craziest thing he had ever done and he wasn’t sure he had the balls to go through with it.
Surrendering control.
That’s what she had called it.
It sounded enticing enough, and just the thought of it had made him hard against his tailored trousers when those two words had left her lips last week, but he’d had seven days to think about it. And he had thought about it a lot.
Surrendering control was not something he was good at. Everything in his world ran precisely as he wanted it, the smallest thing dealt with to perfection, and it had been like that since his rise to power almost two hundred years ago. Only fifty years after he had encountered the vampire that had brought him into a new dark world, he had seized control of his bloodline and in turn this business. He had ruled as any new leader would, with bloodshed and an iron fist, gaining a reputation that he couldn’t easily cast aside.
Now she was asking him to do just that.
He paused outside the wooden door, fingers closing around the brass handle, and drew a deep breath.
Tonight, he would no longer be the master vampire in control at all times. He would step down into a position he had never dreamed of occupying ever again. He would swap roles with a woman who tempted him more than he could bear, a woman who sat at the desk at his back and aided him in running his business and his world.
This moonlit night, she would be the master.
And he would be her servant.
He turned the handle and let the door swing open to reveal her…
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She sat on the edge of his desk, legs crossed with her hands gripping the edge. He stood in the door was appraised her slowly, letting his eyes wander from the tips of her high heeled shiny black shoes, up her toned calves and muscled thighs to the skin tight mini skirt that lead to an enticing triangle of darkness between her legs.
“You’re late” she drawled, raising her eyebrows in question.
He took a step into the room and closed the door behind him.
“I was unavoidably detained” he lied, not even contemplating telling her that he had needed a few extra minutes to determine if he was about to make the biggest mistake of his life.
She gave him a knowing smile, the gleam in her eyes sending his cock painfully.
“Would you punish a subordinate for being late to one of your meetings?”
He swallowed a lump in his throat, knowing where the conversation was leading. She was trying to determine if he felt comfortable with her punishing him, but he wouldn’t make it easy on her, so he remained quiet.
Tilting her head to the side, she let her eyes rake his body stopping suggestively at the bulge in his pants. He watched in fascination as her pink tongue came out and licked at her bottom lip before her eyes snapped up to meet his.
He fought the urge to back step when she uncrossed her legs and pushed herself up off the table, swaying her hips seductively as she walked towards him.
When she was within touching distance she raised her hand up and delicately ran it over his chest while she continued to walk behind him.
A shiver ran up his back as she moved in close to him, her breasts brushing against his back, her hands snaking around his ribs as she lightly nibbled at his neck.
“You need to be punished” she whispered in his ear before ripping his shirt open, sending buttons flying.
She had him at her mercy! Sweet lady above, this master vampire was at her mercy. She had no illusions that he could snap her in two if he so desired, but as of now, the only desire he had was for her…And she planned on sating that desire.