Admit fantasies about Victoria

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“I’ve wanted hate fuck my boss for years.”

Tonya smiles with delight. “Wow! Well if that isn’t true love I don’t know what is. What is she like, that you are so smitten by her?”

I start counting off traits on my fingers. “She is a successful businesswoman. She could easily be a fitness model and a fashion model. She has an impeccable sense of style... Striking straight black hair. She drives a Maserati. She has keen eye for detail... She commands every room she walks into. She has dark brown eyes that pull you in and don’t let go... She is the first woman in the world to make me wonder if I have a knee fetish..."

When I look at Tonya she is making a face like she is watching a cute puppy chasing its tail. “Awww... you really are smitten with her!” She says it with good humor, but I feel like there is a thread of jealousy, too. My guess is she would prefer to get all of the attention in the room.

I deny it with snort. “Please. I haven’t told you her negatives yet. That is a much longer list.”

“I can see it, though. She’s the one who tied your heart in knots.”

I growl.

Tonya continues, “Do you have a shot with her?”

“I...” I don’t want to talk about it. “...don’t think so. Did I mention that she is crazy?”

“Have you used your charm on her yet?”

“We are beyond that now.” I think... “I said hate fuck, remember?”

“Suuure. So what kind of fantasies have you been entertaining about her?”

My mouth opens, but words don’t come. How do I admit the depraved things I think about? The way I want to dominate and humiliate her? The way I want to see her spirit broken as much as I want her perfect body for myself, or to ruin it... It is a horrible thing to wish upon a person... I close my mouth.

Tonya looks triumphant. “See! It isn’t so easy, is it?”

“Yeah-yeah...” I say dismissively. “Uh... Let’s just say that I have domination fantasies.”

“Of being dominated?” She teases.

“Dominating her.”

“Just checking. You never know...”

I have never had a fantasy about being dominated. Although I’m sure Victoria could be a killer dom if she wanted to. I can’t quite picture enjoying being her sub, especially after years of frustration being her errand boy and patsy as long as I have. Still... Victoria has a disturbing ability to mess with me...

“Warren?” I blink back into the moment. “You okay there? You’re spacing out, and I don’t think from staring at my tits this time.”

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