His Slave

Melissa

It was the first day back at work after the Christmas and New Year's holidays.

I was officially resuming as the executive assistant to the Ceo after being a personal assistant to the manager for so long. It was sort of an exciting promotion for me because my salary was now double the amount I previously got, so yeah, it was a good way to start the year.

On the other hand, the Ceo had always been absent from the company as I had never actually met him before, but from what I was told, he was returning to the company fully, hence my new position.

I had to put a little extra in my appearance for my first day because, like they always say, first impressions matter and I wanted to give the right first impression.

I wore a pretty white corporate gown and paired it with a nude-colored blazer. I tied my long black hair in a low ponytail tail that made me look extra professional, not that I didn't always look professional anyway. I did my usual little makeup, which consisted of just powder, mascara, and lip gloss, and then I finished up my look with a pair of heels.

I arrived at work, got to my new desk just opposite the Ceo's office, and got settled in.

Since I had literally nothing to do but wait for the arrival of the Ceo, I decided to kill time by surfing the Web.

It was time to find my next adventure, as always. Although I was very focused on my work and all things involving being a successful woman, I made it my priority to find a balance between my work life and social life. So, every once in a while, I find one big adventure to throw myself at to satisfy my social Pleasures.

The last time was all about doing the things I missed out on during my high school days, and they were a lot. My parents were extremely strict with me when I was younger, and because of that, I missed a whole lot of fun activities I could have had with friends and classmates.

It was quite weird and lonely doing everything all by myself, but I enjoyed every bit of it nonetheless.

So, as I surfed the Web, I couldn't help but think about what I could do next.

Sounds of footsteps approaching snapped me out of my thoughts. Dropping my phone on my desk, I stood up and turned my head to look at the manager who was walking side by side with a man, the Ceo I presumed.

For a second, I couldn't help but look at him. He was dashingly handsome, with his neat black suit and exotic shoes. My lips parted in slight shock. I didn't exactly know what I was expecting, but I wasn't expecting him to be this young and... hot.

I joined my lips back together and swallowed as I watched him get closer to my desk. He had a phone pressed to his ear whilst silent, probably listening to the person on the line. I thought there was going to be something like an introduction of some sort, but he just walked past my desk without even a glance my way and entered his office, the manager following behind.

Well, so much for first impressions.

I awkwardly sat back down and just stared at the closed door. After a few minutes, the manager came out and walked straight to me.

"Morning Melissa,"

"Morning, Mr Shaw," I greeted him back.

"These are the list of things and activities Mr Cavanaugh has for this week," he said and dropped a file on my desk.

"Mr Cavanaugh?" I asked, unsure if that was the Ceo's name or someone else entirely.

"Yes, the Ceo. I believe you just saw him walk into his office. I'm afraid there's no time for introduction, seeing he has quite a lot on his plate." He said. While I was still taking that in, he proceeded to give me instructions on what to do.

"I need you to turn this into an itinerary, schedule all the meetings at appropriate times, and inform as many involved about it. These are the times he will be in the office. Please make sure to work strictly by it." He finished.

"Understood," I said, pulling the file towards me as he walked away, and I immediately dived straight to work.

About a few minutes later, the door opposite me opened, and Mr Cavanaugh stepped out with his phone pressed to his ear still. Once again, without a glance, he walked past my desk and towards the elevator.

And that was the last I saw from him for the day.

Once I closed for the day, I went straight home to my apartment. I had my bath and decided to cook myself dinner. Unlike before, when I used to be so tired after work and order in, I felt somewhat energetic. Of course, that was only because I had just one work to do. I couldn't help but hope that it would always be like this.

I put on a movie while I ate my meal.

I lived alone, but once upon a time, I had a roommate, Sarah. We were best friends, but fortunately for her, and unfortunately for me, she got a job in another country. Not just any job but her dream job, so she had to go, leaving me behind. I was so happy for her, but I did miss her so much because she was my only friend, and now she's like a thousand miles away from me.

My phone rang, snapping me out of my thoughts. It was Sarah calling. I smiled at my phone as I answered the FaceTime.

"Hey, Mel," she smiled cheerfully

"Hey, how are you? I was literally just thinking about you, " I admitted.

"Aww, I'm flattered. Miss me that much?" She teased.

"You know I do," I said.

"I know, and I miss you too," she said.

"Hey, how was your first day as executive assistant?" She asked.

"Well, good. I mean, I didn't really do a lot, but I'm not gonna be too excited just yet. " I said.

"And did you meet him? Your boss?" She asked.

"Not really," I said.

"Let me guess, his a super wealthy old man." She said.

"On the contrary, he's young, and he's hot." Her mouth opened in shock.

"I know, I didn't expect it either," I said

"Well, you better don't get your panties in a twist," she teased.

I chuckled, "You know me, I could never do that."

"Right, Saint Melissa." She joked.

"I'm serious, I don't mix business with pleasure." I defended.

"Right now, all you do is business, and no pleasure at all." She said.

"What do you mean?" I feigned offence, "I have adventures, and I explore new things."

"Really? When was the last time you had sex then?" She asked. I opened my mouth, but then I closed it because I couldn't answer the question. I couldn't remember the last time I did in fact have sex.

"See," she pressed on.

"Well, there are other fun things to do." I tried to argue.

"Sure, but you should probably add getting laid to that list of yours." She said.

"I don't need a man, Sarah, that's why I got my toys." I once again argued.

"Ugh! You're so boring, " she groaned.

"What about you? When did you last have sex?" I tried to turn the situation away from me.

"This morning," her swift answer left me shocked.

"What? With whom?" I asked.

"Well, there's this guy..." she said, and I could see her cheeks turning red even from the screen. It made me so much more interested and invested in her story.

"Tell me everything," I demanded, and she did.

We talked at length before finally ending the call and going to bed.

The second day at work was pretty much the same thing, only that I didn't get a glimpse at Mr Cavanaugh at all, so I concluded that he didn't show up.

All that free time with no work to do left me pondering over what Sarah had told me the previous night. It really had been a while since I was with anyone.

I used to be such a hopeless romantic, wanting to only be intimate with the person I was in a relationship with. Someone I was in love with, but from what my past had taught me, love was overrated.

My last relationship ended four years ago after my so-called loving boyfriend disappeared on me, and then months later, I found out he got married and left the country. My heart was shattered, and because of that, I hadn't been able to trust any guy since then. Never loved anyone and hence, never been intimate with anyone.

It was probably time for that to change. I could lie to Sarah all I wanted, but I couldn't lie to myself. I loved my toys and all, but I did miss the real thing, so it was high time I found myself a man. Maybe that should be my new adventure.

The thought of that made me smile a little.

I still wasn't ready for love yet, but I was definitely ready for some fun.

I took out my phone and instantly downloaded Tinder. I signed up and created an account, and then I proceeded to start scrolling through, looking for the guy who perfectly caught my fancy.

As I was scrolling, I came across a profile and paused. It didn't have a picture of a guy like the others. Instead, it had a picture of a girl on her knees all tied up and blindfolded inside a red room.

What the hell was this? I thought, but of course, to satisfy my curiousity, I clicked on it to see what it was about.

'LOOKING FOR A SLAVE' was the first thing I saw.

"A slave?" I muttered, confused. Was this some kind of joke? I was still trying to wrap my head around it all, so I read further.

'In need of a girl who is ready to trust completely and give up control as we explore the kinks of BDSM.'

My mouth was wide open after I finished reading that. I had to quickly look up and look around to make sure I hadn't been watched.

I had heard a few things about BDSM, and they were not good things. How has it become so normal to post on Tinder? I was still bewildered.

Well, it was definitely not for me. I could never trust any guy ever, and I could never give up control. Besides, how on earth does one find pleasure in being tortured?

I exited the page and continued on my search until I found one and started chatting with him.

After the close of work, I retired home and did my usual routine. I had secured myself a date with the cute guy from Tinder, and I filled Sarah in on all of it. When I was ready to go to bed, I couldn't stop thinking about that page I came across earlier.

It was crazy, but there was some kind of allure to it.

I knew right then that I had to find out more about it. Maybe that will put my thoughts to rest and take it off my mind. So I grabbed my phone and started searching bdsm.

The plan was to read all the bad stuff about it, so I would never think about it again, but instead, I found myself getting even more intrigued by it. From just reading about it, I swerved to watch videos about it. Videos that were surprisingly beginning to turn me on.

I started with one video, but then I kept watching until I lost count of how many videos I had seen. I may have had a misguided opinion about BDSM because, after so many videos, I had come to see the allure of it. Even I couldn't explain it.

The thought of being tied up and blindfolded, not having a clue as to what would come next, being tortured with the very thing you need, stimulation, penetration,...

Oh my god! I dropped my phone on my bed when I realised I had been touching myself all along.

What had gotten into me?

I had no idea, but because my curiousity was getting the better of me, I picked up my phone again and went in search of the profile on Tinder. When I found it, I clicked on it and decided to send a message.

'Hi'

I pretty much didn't know exactly what to say, but I sent that anyway. I didn't expect to get a reply almost immediately.

'If you are sending this message, it means you are ready to take the next step. Kindly send your email, and I will send you the contract.'

Contract? What is this? A business transaction? I thought. I stared at the message for a few seconds before typing and sending my email.

About a minute later, I received the email. I opened the contract, and without wasting time, I started skimming through it. Honestly, I was a little spooked at the fact that there was indeed a contract to be signed because it made this look a little too serious.

I was probably supposed to run away from it all, but still, I was so pulled in.

After reading through it thoroughly and knowing fully well what I was getting myself into, I signed the contract and sent it.

I then waited because it stated at the end of the contract that I would receive a call in a few minutes.

My phone rang just a minute later, and I inhaled a deep breath before answering the phone.

"Hello," I said.

"Hello Melissa," his deep masculine voice instantly sent a chill down my body. For no reason, my heart started pounding against my chest, and my mouth went dry.

"I do hope you read through the contract extensively?" He asked, but I was too carried away by the sound of his deep voice that made me want to squirm. There was just something about his voice that was making my insides clench, and I couldn't understand it.

"Melissa?" He called out my name, and I swallowed, realising I hadn't answered his question. How could I? When he sounded like that, and hell, the way my name rolled off his tongue so sexily.

"I d..." I cleared my throat, "I did." I finally found my voice to answer.

"Good." My insides clenched again at that.

"Let's meet tomorrow at exactly 8 pm. I will send you the address. Wear something sexy and don't wear any panties."

Fuck

My insides literally squeezed. How fucking straightforward was that? My whole body was hot, and my mind was filled with naughty thoughts. I couldn't help but wonder what plans he had or how he would whisper into my ears, turning me into a puddle.

My hand involuntarily slid down my body to my panties as I thought about him.

"Melissa?" He called my name again, and my eyes closed shut.

"Yes," I answered.

"You might be tempted to touch yourself just by the sound of my voice, but don't do that until I tell you to." My eyes opened, and I froze.

How the hell? The fact that he knew he had such an effect on me. That gave him so much power. I wasn't sure about how I felt about that, just yet. I fell speechless after that, not knowing what to say.

"I look forward to tomorrow. Good night, Melissa." He said.

"Good night," I said, and the call went off.

The moment I dropped my phone, I let out a breath I didn't know I was holding.

Oh, I was so gonna have wet dreams.