His power entered the room, before he did. The solid oak table, stood, studded with executive chairs, filled with clenched thighs and envious eyes. You could smell the air shift, as soon as his suit, tailored to his toned torso, circled the dozen associates, to find his position at the head of the board meeting.
Splayed fingertips, resting into his light lean forward, as his eyes traveled clockwise, in his gesture of greet. A soft smirk meeting the corner of his lips, in knowing, that the breaths were hitched until his gaze passed to the next.
I couldn’t breathe. Not until his eyes found me.
Only then, in his discretely lengthened pause, could my mind rest, my racing heart ease its pace, my lip fall from my rolling bite.
Only once his smooth voice filled the deafening silence, could I even contemplate concentrating on the words, falling from his perfectly full lips.
And then, his long fingers reach, to unbutton his jacket. Revealing a buckle that almost shimmered in my eye, sending an eruption of chills across my flesh.
Shaking my salacious thoughts, I fix my attention on my freshly painted, siren red nails. I link my fidgeting fingers together, as my mind strays to the sublime lines they would leave, after trailing down his spine.
Snapped out of my wayward wander, by his almost growling tone repeating my name. I look up, only to find all eyes fixed on me. The rising heat immediately casting a blush over my cheeks. I stand, in order to fulfill my duty, the words I’ve researched, tumble from my lips effortlessly.
I cast a sideward glance across his seated pose, resting back, almost lounging, as my points of reason promote nods in unison around the table.
He sits, in silence.
His eyes, boring holes into my mind, piercing my chest, gripping my core.
I find my finish, taking a deep breath, slowly lowering back into my chair, adjusting a loose tendril of hair, curling it back, behind my ear.
I can feel the heat of his eyes, watching every move, with an almost animalistic glare.
Not a moment too soon, all in the room had said their piece. All projects were firmly in place with his structured precision.
The meeting was at its end.
Silence swept the room once more, as we awaited his rise, for our dismissal.
He paused, lingered, almost reveled in his power.
I stifled a giggle.
Until finally, he stood. Covering that shiny belt buckle, as he refastened his jacket.
His dark eyes, followed his staff once more, before wishing us all a good day. To which the hustle of papers and laptops commenced as the room emptied in light speed.
I remained. Seated.
As the last person cleared, he followed them to the heavy timber door, closing it behind them with a click of the gold lock, and a subtle smile meeting his lips.
My heart beat was surely audible as he strode across the room, closing the gap between his want, and my need.
His hands reached under his jacket, as he swiftly slid the leather strap through the loops of his slacks, coiling it loosely around his hand.
I tardily spun my chair to face outward from the desk as he reached a proximity where his powerful scent filled my lungs, where his broad shoulders shadowed my light, where the sheer beauty of his chiseled jaw cast a pulsating vibration through my entire body.
‘So…’ I say ‘That went well’
‘Thank you Mistress’
As he fell to his knees, at my awaiting feet, and presented to me, his shimmering submission.