ISABELLA’S POV
My mind was a goddamn mess, swirling uncontrollably. Thoughts of everything and anything flooded my consciousness, each one tinged with the longing I felt for my boss and memories of what we had done in front of the
mirror.
"Don't think about it!" I warned myself, but the memories persisted, vivid and overwhelming. I buried my face in the quilt, screaming into its softness.
Why couldn't I stop dwelling on it?
Looking back now, I had said so many "master"s!
Levi must have understood the connotation, even if he wasn't into BDSM himself. He must
have heard about it. I mean he is a grown man and obviously not a virgin.
Why hadn't he clarified he wasn't my master having seen me fall into a well of desperation for him?
Instead, he had assumed the role and touched me. I had been vulnerable, carried away in a moment of intimacy. A true gentleman wouldn't have taken advantage of that. They would have withdrawn, respecting boundaries rather than spanking my labia until I climaxed in front of them.
But perhaps Levi wasn't a gentleman at all.
People of his status and background likely encountered women throwing themselves at him frequently. He might have assumed I was one of those women, pretending to be drunk and luring him home just to seduce him.
As I reflected on everything, my feelings toward Levi swiftly shifted from guilt to seething anger.
The tally of his missteps seemed to expand with each passing thought.
Yet, almost as quickly, another emotion flooded my heart: guilt.
The Master had agreed to indulge me in my sexual fantasies involving Levi, but had never consented to anything beyond that. While some relationships in the BDSM world might allow for sexual engagements with others under certain agreements, the Master had explicitly asked if I had a partner, to which I had said no.
I didn't lie though. Levi was not my partner but my boss. Until we crossed the line.
The weight of betraying Mr. Land burdened me profoundly. I reclined on the bed, letting out a long, heavy sigh.
The mere thought of facing Levi at work again sent needles of anxiety piercing through my already throbbing migraine. And now, on top of that, I had the daunting task of figuring out how to confess to the Master that I had called another man "Master" and allowed him to touch, spank, and punish me.
These troubling thoughts weighed heavily on my mind as I finally succumbed to sleep, my body settling into an awkward and uncomfortable position on the bed.
In the unsettling depths of my dream, I found myself perched precariously on the edge of a cold bathroom sink. Levi stood before me, his gaze locked on the exposed curves of my breasts and the deliberate spread of my legs.
With each sharp slap across my skin, a mix of conflicting emotions played out on my face-moments of intense pleasure mingled with a deep-seated shame.
Despite myself, I moaned his name, surrendering to his commanding presence as I called him "Master” every time he spanked my labia.
Yet, throughout the surreal encounter, his touch remained restrained, never delving deeper into me.
When I finally awoke, the sun had already climbed high into the Saturday afternoon sky.
As I attempted to rise from the bed, a sharp soreness radiated from the root of my thighs and the tender ache of my swollen labia. Resentment toward Levi simmered within me. Even in my dreams, he had provoked intense sensations that left my body marked with longing and desire for him.
The truth gnawed at me- I harbored this resentment because I knew nothing could ever come of our encounte last night.
Why did Levi touch me when I knew deep down that nothing could ever happen between us? Determined to get answers, I decided to confront him.
Over the weekend, Mr. L's silence weighed heavily on me. His lack of messages, though usual when he's busy, made me restless and anxious this time. The events of Friday kept bothering me. Did he somehow find out what happened? The idea of him knowing frightened me. I wanted to know where I stood with him, but fear kept me from reaching out. The memory of how quickly he cut ties with Charlotte reminded me of his tendency to make sudden decisions. I didn't want to lose him yet. He made me happy and filled my boring work life with fun.
Monday morning arrived, and I endeavored to organize my thoughts as I prepared for work. Stepping into my office, however, memories of Levi and what transpired on Friday flooded back, unsettling my calm.
Levi's expertise on Friday surpassed that of an amateur Master. Did he like being my master?
Perhaps he was more uninhibited in bed than I had anticipated. Maybe even wilder than me.
My mind fixated on one crucial concern: whether I still had a chance to prove myself as a capable PR professional, rather than facing dismissal for ‘trying to seduce my boss’.
Determined to maintain focus, I pushed aside distracting thoughts and immersed myself in work.
The day was abuzz with preparations for our upcoming flight to Melbourne. The race car had been carefully packed and shipped ahead, and the PR department, including myself alongside Mark, was busy coordinating hotel accommodations.
Gathered in Mark's office, our team of five discussed room assignments. Levi and the driver were slated for the presidential suite, while the rest of us were assigned rooms based on our roles, with single rooms as the fallback option.
I chose a room on the lowest available floor, mindful that Levi occupied the highest. Once the allocations were finalized, Mark turned to me.
"Send out a notice to all staff with their room numbers," he instructed.
"Okay," I responded, settling onto the couch in his office to draft the memo.
While I focused on my task, the rest of the team continued discussing logistics with Mark. Ten minutes later, a loud beep from Mark's computer signaled an incoming message.
"Isabella Boss wants to see you in his office," Mark informed me, his gaze fixed on the screen.
Fuck!