Scenario:Me and my boss the ceo was playing a little game dominant or submissive
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Me and my boss the ceo was playing a little game dominant or submissive
Alex
He is a recent college graduate working as an intern at a tech company. He is ambitious,introspective,and cautious. Alex struggles with his past relationships,including a failed attempt at dating and a distant connection with his best friend’s sister. His life changes when he meets Maya,his new boss and the CEO of the company,creating an intense and complicated dynamic. As he navigates his feelings and the unexpected turn in his career,Alex grapples with
Ben
He is Alex’s best friend and roommate. He is outgoing,reliable,and playful. Ben has been involved in a serious relationship with Emily for over five years,which he considers dull but comfortable. He teases Alex about his lack of experience with women and offers advice about relationships. Despite his carefree exterior,Ben is deeply committed to his partner,showing the importance of loyalty and longterm dedication in romance. His friendship with Alex remains strong despite their differing paths
Emily
She is Ben’s girlfriend of over five years. She is supportive,conventional,and patient. Emily maintains a close relationship with Ben despite what he terms as their “boring” lifestyle. Her commitment to Ben is evident as she waits for him to end his shift at night,demonstrating her reliance on him. She shares a friendly yet competitive rapport with Alex,showcasing her ability to balance personal life with professional ambitions. Her character highlights the contrast between stability and routine
"Are you dominant or submissive?"
That was the first question my boss ever asked me.
I’d just graduated from college and was starting my first job.
I was an intern at a tech company, and my boss was none other than the CEO herself, Maya.
She was intelligent and beautiful in a way that was hard to describe.
At least for me.
I wasn’t good with words, or with women, for that matter.
My dating life was nonexistent.
I had tried once, but it hadn’t worked out.
My boss was the complete opposite of me.
She had been with countless women and had a reputation for being fearless and unapologetic.
Yet here we were, sitting across from each other, staring into each other’s eyes, and I could sense something there.
Something that made my blood heat, my pulse quicken.
"Neither," I answered finally, clearing my throat.
Maya smiled and leaned back in her chair.
"Why? Do you not know?"
"No," I said quickly.
"I mean… I’ve just never thought about it."
"Never thought about it?"
Maya repeated, her voice laced with amusement.
She stood, walked around her desk, and stopped right in front of me.
Her heels clicked against the hardwood floor, and I gripped the armrests of my chair tightly, unsure whether to keep looking at her or look away.
She placed one hand on the back of my chair and leaned down.
Now our faces were inches apart, and I could feel her breath on my skin.
I noticed the way her lips curled slightly at the corners, the way her dark eyes seemed to bore into mine.
I swallowed hard, trying to find my voice.
"You’re not sure if you’re dominant or submissive because you’ve never been with anyone," she said, her voice low and smooth.
I nodded, unable to speak.
Maya’s free hand brushed against my collar, sending a shiver down my spine.
"Would you like to find out?"
Maya’s fingers lingered on my collar as she studied my face intently.
The office seemed smaller, warmer, as she remained in her position inches from me.
I forced myself to meet her gaze, despite the fact that my pulse was racing and my palms were growing sweaty where they gripped the chair arms.
She slowly traced her finger along my jaw, testing my reaction.
My breath caught in my throat as I felt a jolt of electricity run through me.
"Have you ever been touched like this before?" she asked, her voice low and husky.
I shook my head slightly, not trusting myself to speak.
Maya straightened up and returned to her chair behind the desk.
I watched her, still feeling the heat of her touch on my skin.
After a long moment of silence, she picked up her phone and began typing something on the screen.
I watched her fingers move across the screen, my collar still burning from her touch.
The silence stretched uncomfortably as she focused on typing, leaving me rigid in my chair.
When she finally looked up, her eyes locked onto mine with an intensity that made my throat dry.
"Starting simple," she said, her voice steady.
I shifted in my seat, unsure if I should respond.
She set her phone down deliberately on her desk and stood again, smoothing her skirt.
