Felicity heads to the office

Felicity arrived at the office, her mind still buzzing from the weekend's events. She had never felt so alive, so connected to another person. The elevator doors opened, and she stepped out into the bustling hallway, her heels clicking on the marble floor. She walked with a new confidence, her posture a little more submissive than it had been before.

Her colleagues greeted her with their usual pleasantries, but she couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement as she passed Mr. Thompson's office. His door was open, and she could see him at his desk, his eyes flicking up to meet hers briefly before returning to his paperwork. Did he recognize her? The thought made her cheeks burn, but she couldn't deny the thrill it brought her.

As she sat at her desk, her computer chimed with the arrival of a new email. The sender was Mr. Thompson, and her heart skipped a beat. The subject line was simple: 'Meeting Request'. She clicked it open, her eyes scanning the contents. "Felicity, please come to my office as soon as you arrive. I have a few things we need to discuss regarding the upcoming project."

It was professional, but there was an underlying current of something else—something that sent a thrill through her body.

Her hands trembled slightly as she replied with a curt, "Yes, Mr. Thompson." She stood up, smoothing her skirt and adjusting her bra strap under her blouse. The white lace was a constant reminder of her submission, a silent declaration of her newfound role.

With each step she took toward his office, the anticipation grew, her thoughts racing with what might happen behind closed doors. She reached his door, her heart pounding in her chest, and took a deep breath before knocking. The sound echoed through the quiet hallway, and she heard his muffled voice say, "Come in."

Felicity pushed the heavy wooden door open and stepped into Mr. Thompson's office. The space was filled with the scent of leather and the faint aroma of his cologne. She felt a rush of heat between her legs as she recalled the sight of him from the hotel window. He looked up from his paperwork, his eyes meeting hers, and she felt a shiver run down her spine. He gestured to the chair opposite his desk. "Close the door behind you, please," he said, his voice deep and commanding.