*Genevieves POV*

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Opening my eyes, I realized that I was face to face with him, his lips set in a smirk.

He was sans shirt and shoes, I noticed as I looked down.

I then noticed that I was, in fact, fully naked.

And then I realized that my arms were up and handcuffed to a bar above me.

My feet were on a platform, spread apart, with my ankles cuffed to bars running down the length of the structure I was on.

I was naked and spread open, my whole body on display for him.

"Dom," I began to say but he brought a riding crop down against my right breast.

I gasped and wondered where the whip had come from as it hadn't been in his hand a second before.

"Do not speak, Genevieve, unless I say to. Do you understand," he asked, his voice husky and laced with lust.

I huffed, "But Dom, what--," the sting of the crop against my other breast sent tingles down my body straight to my core and I instantly shut my mouth.

"Are you going to behave? You may speak."

"Yes, Sir," I whispered, lust present in my voice as well.

"Good girl, Genevieve. I like when you listen. Good girls get rewarded. You want to be rewarded, don't you? You may speak."

"Yes, Sir," I breathed out and nodded.

He placed the end of the crop on my stomach and I shivered in anticipation. As he walked around me, goosebumps popped up on my skin in the wake of the crop as it was dragged across my body.

I felt the crop against my back and then he took it off my skin, but then I felt a sharp sting against my right ass cheek and it sent another tingle straight to my core.

Leaning my head back and shutting my eyes, I felt his lips kiss my shoulder blade and then heard him whisper, "You like this, don't you? You like me whipping you. You want me dominating you, don't you, slut?"

Fuck. Another electrical current straight to my core.

"Are you wet, Genevieve? Don't answer. Of course, you are. You love being my slut. You love it when I call you that. You love being 'Doms' little slut', don't you?"

Another crack of the whip, this time against the left cheek.

I moaned and if I wasn't cuffed to this... contraption, I'm sure my legs would've already given out.

The truth of the matter was that I fucking loved this. I loved the sting of the crop, loved the harsh words. I loved it all.

I felt him slap my ass with his bare hand, hard enough to leave a print, and I gasped.

"Fuck," I let out a long but low moan, already knowing that I'd get punished for speaking out of turn.

"Language," he growled and slapped my other cheek.

"Dom!"

*

I shot up in bed, the space around me soaked with sweat, my blanket tangled around my legs.

Groaning, I moved my hair out of my face.

Really? A wet dream about my boss?

′A very sexy wet dream.′

And not only that...but it must've meant something, right? I was completely naked, laid out bare for him to see.

Should I look harder into this? Did this mean I was open, willing, and ready for him to use me as he pleased?

'Like you didn't already know.'

And the degradation? That was...new.

But not unpleasant...

I'd definitely have to bring this into play somehow...

I looked at my clock, seeing that it was 4:23 and huffed but figured I'd get up and start getting ready for the day. I knew there would be no way I was going back to sleep again. Not after that dream.

***

I know I had promised that I would wear something a little longer, but I talked myself out of it. After all, I did love the look on Dominic's face when he saw my short skirts every day.

As I walked into work with a drink carrier with two drinks and a white paper bag of muffins, as usual, I paid no attention to the dark-haired receptionist on the other side of the desk. I would not let her ruin my morning as I was truly feeling myself today.

I had darkened my makeup a tad: A smokey eye, instead of a neutral gold, and a dark purple matte lip shade instead of a nude or red.

Today's outfit was a black long-sleeve bodycon dress that had the zipper running the entire length of the dress in the front.

The neckline was so low that the dress was almost off the shoulder and it went below the knee but a slit in the front opened to about mid-thigh.

The dress accentuated all of my curves and I was thankful that my beige high heels made my legs look longer.

I also threw on a black choker, knowing it wasn't appropriate but I wanted to see what Dominic's reaction would be.

And if I so happened to chicken out last minute, it would be an easy accessory to take off.

A small black heart-shaped pendant hung from the choker that read in small white letters 'Slut', but you wouldn't know what it said unless you got close enough to read it.

I had gotten the choker as a gag gift, or so I hoped, from Rachel for my last birthday and hadn't ever worn it.

I figured it was fitting now, though.

My mind went back to the dream, feeling Dominics lips against my back, the sting of his hand against my ass. He had called me a slut in my dream and I wanted him to call me that for real.

I wanted him...I wanted to be 'Doms' little slut'. I wanted him to degrade me in the worst way.

Thankfully, I didn't run into Jeremy in the elevator and I was grateful because the first male I wanted to see was...

"Dom," I called his name as I walked out of the elevator and into the hallway of our office.

And as I rounded the corner, I noticed he hadn't lifted his head to acknowledge my presence yet.

'Perfect.'

I made my way to my desk and set my purse down before fishing his two muffins out of the white paper bag along with a napkin. Adjusting so it all fit in one hand, I picked up his coffee and headed his way.

He still hadn't lifted his head yet as I walked up to his desk so I bent, slightly, at the waist to place his breakfast nice and neatly for him.

"Dom," I breathed.

′Could you have made that sound like any more of a moan or..?′

He lifted his eyes then, those amber jewels first landing on my cleavage, then my face, and then back down to the pretty little choker and I knew I was close enough for him to read the word so delicately placed on the pendant.

"Good morning, Sir," I breathed out and tried to hold back a smirk, "I brought you a large coffee this morning. I thought you might be...thirsty."

And with that, I turned on my heel and sashayed back to my desk.

′Damn, that was good. That would definitely have gotten you punished in that dream this morning.′

I had been fully seated and booting up my computer when I heard him clear his throat and stand from his chair. He walked over to me, his movement hesitant like he was unsure of something, before he stopped in front of my desk and cleared his throat again, "Genevieve, I hope you don't have plans tonight. After work, I'm bringing you to dinner...for work purposes, of course."

I smiled sweetly and looked up at him through my lashes, "Am I riding you--I mean with you to the restaurant, Sir?"

'Maybe that was too much?'

Where had all of this confidence come from?

Maybe it was that dream.

I watched as Dominic's pupils dilated and he breathed in deeply, "With me. Please get as much work done today as you can because we will be leaving early at 6 instead of 7."

"Yes, Sir."

***

I tried to get as much work done as I could but between remembering that dream from this morning and Dominic asking me to bring him paper after paper, eyeing the choker every time, I was surprised I had gotten anything done.

"You ready," he asked from across the room at 5:50.

I had turned off the computer at 5:40, unable to concentrate any longer, and doodled, making it look as if I was busy.

Standing, I put my purse strap over my shoulder and strutted over to him, enjoying his gaze on my hips.

"Yes, Dom. I'm ready," I boldly stated, looking right into his eyes, hoping he caught the double meaning.

He stared down at me for a moment, and I didn't miss how one eyebrow twitched up, but he then sighed and made his way to the elevator.