Alicia had always been the one in control. Fierce, tattooed, and commanding attention with every step, she thrived on keeping people at arm’s length. Joey was the exception. From their first meeting, he’d matched her wit, pushed her boundaries, and made her wonder what it would feel like to relinquish control entirely.

For years, their professional relationship was a battlefield of power plays—sharp words and lingering looks that neither dared to fully acknowledge. But late one night, after another charged meeting, the carefully constructed walls between them finally cracked.

It started with a text.

Alicia:

Do you think about it, Joey? What it would feel like to have me on my knees for you?

Joey’s pulse quickened as he read the words. For years, he’d watched her—admired her confidence, her sharpness, and the way her inked skin seemed to tell a story of defiance. And now, she was offering herself to him, willingly stripping away the armor she wore so well.

Joey:

Careful, Alicia. Once you give yourself to me, there’s no going back.

Her reply came instantly.

Alicia:

I don’t want to go back. I want to be yours. Your whore. Your submissive. Whatever you need me to be.

Joey smiled, a slow, predatory smile, and typed back.

Joey:

Then you’ll start by proving it. Tomorrow night. My office. No questions.

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The following evening, Alicia stood in the dimly lit office, her usual confidence faltering as Joey’s gaze swept over her. She’d followed his instructions to the letter: a short black dress, no bra, and nothing beneath the lace panties he’d insisted she wear. Her tattooed arms were bare, her ink a stark contrast to her trembling vulnerability.

Joey leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes steady as he took her in. “You’ve spent years fighting me,” he said, his voice calm but firm. “But tonight, you’re mine. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered, her voice shaking. “I’m yours.”

“Good girl,” he murmured, standing and gesturing for her to come closer. She obeyed, her steps tentative. When she reached him, he tilted her chin up with a finger, forcing her to meet his gaze. “Kneel.”

Alicia hesitated for only a moment before sinking to her knees, her hands resting on her thighs. Joey smiled, his dominance radiating as he circled her, his fingers brushing over her inked skin. “You’ve wanted this for a long time, haven’t you?” he asked.

“Yes, sir,” she replied, her voice trembling with anticipation.

“Say it,” he commanded, his tone sharper now. “Tell me exactly what you are.”

She swallowed hard, her cheeks flushing. “I’m your whore,” she whispered. “Your submissive. I’ll do anything you ask.”

Joey exhaled slowly, his hand tangling in her hair as he tilted her head back. “Good girl,” he said, his voice low and dark. “From now on, you belong to me. Your body, your mind, your pleasure—it’s all mine.”

“Yes, sir,” she breathed, her submission complete.

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The next hour was a blur of commands and obedience, Joey testing her limits, pushing her to the edge, and watching as she gave herself over to him entirely. Every touch, every word, every moment was designed to strip her of the control she’d clung to for so long. And when she finally broke, her body trembling, her mind undone, Joey pulled her close, his hand brushing her cheek.

“You did well,” he murmured, his voice full of quiet praise. “Such a good girl.”

Alicia clung to him, her breath still shaky, her body warm and soft against his. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice filled with emotion. “I’ve never felt like this before.”

Joey tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet his gaze. “You’re mine now,” he said, his tone softer but no less firm. “And I’m going to take care of you. Do you understand?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, her grey eyes shimmering with trust.

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The following morning, the dynamic shifted once again. Back in the office, the air between them was electric, but their roles had returned to their professional façade, or so it seemed to everyone else. Joey, however, couldn’t resist teasing her.

As Alicia walked into his office to drop off a report, he leaned back in his chair, his dark eyes fixed on her. “Close the door,” he said casually.

She hesitated, glancing over her shoulder before shutting it softly. “Yes, Mr. Parker,” she replied, her voice carefully neutral.

Joey smirked, leaning forward as she approached his desk. “I think you forgot something,” he said, his tone low enough to make her blush.

“What’s that?” she asked, her cheeks flushing as she placed the folder in front of him.

“You didn’t say ‘sir,’” he said, his eyes locking on hers. “Do you need a reminder of what happens when you forget?”

Her breath caught, her hands gripping the edge of the desk. “No, sir,” she whispered, her voice trembling slightly.

“Good girl,” Joey said, his lips curving into a slow, teasing smile. “Now get back to work.”

As she turned to leave, he added, “Oh, and Alicia? Don’t forget, your submission doesn’t end when you walk out of this office.”

She paused at the door, glancing back over her shoulder. Her grey eyes sparkled with a mix of nervousness and anticipation. “I won’t forget, sir,” she said softly.

Joey watched her leave, satisfaction curling through him. The line between their professional and personal lives had blurred, but their trust in each other had only grown. Alicia was his now—his whore, his sub, his perfect contradiction of boldness and submission. And as Joey leaned back in his chair, he couldn’t wait to see just how far they could push each other next.