Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01 - Sex Stories

Tell Me What You Want Ch. 01

[Author's note: Contains themes of consensual female-led-relationship, impact play. If femdom is not your thing, pleasebrowse my other stories for something more to your taste.]

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BINDING CONTRACT

The Thursday all-team meeting seemed to just go on and on, way past the point that Hector was paying attention, until he found himself just watching the way his boss's mouth moved as she rolled out the plans for the next quarter. He should have been listening, because what Claire was telling them was important. She had been seconded into a senior management role for three months, working her way up the food chain, and Hector was only too aware of what that meant at his level. He had seniority in the team and someone would need to step into her shoes. It was an opportunity for him to finally get one more rung up the ladder.

Claire was maybe five years older, recently divorced, recently blonde, losing weight steadily, with an air of knowing authority that kept his attention. Her lipstick was red, but not vampire red because that would have been too much in a work setting, though Hector often imagined her going into the restrooms at the end of a Friday and fixing her hair a little less straight, plumping her soft lips and applying a crimson shade, ready for a night out with her newest date. Or maybe even a night at home, getting through the door and unbuttoning that sensible work blouse to reveal something lacy, leading her chosen man by his tie to the bedroom, a sultry ...

... smile on those lovely lips.

He felt a little dig in his ribs and caught Bea's eye. She was watching him, smiling slightly, like she could read his mind. Maybe she could, they'd known each other long enough. Beatrice was his wife's best friend all the way from school and still inseparable.

Bea and Lotte, Hector's wife, booked holidays together most years, had been each other's bridesmaids, and Lotte had been there like a rock all through the aftermath of Bea's recent divorce.

Hector had supported her too, putting her name forward when an opening came up to join the team, campaigning on her behalf with his boss, getting Bea the chance she needed. She hadn't known too much about car fleet management, or financing contracts, but Bea had thrown herself into it with all the focus of an early-thirties woman who had expected kids by now but abruptly found herself on her own, abandoned by a husband who had simply appeared to get tired of her.

Not long after she'd started in the team, Bea had burst into tears one day at work, staring at a message on her phone, and Hector had pulled her aside into the privacy of the break room, holding her as she howled into his shoulder. It had been a one-liner from her now ex-husband with a picture of a champagne flute, marking the finalisation of the divorce.

Hector had never liked Brent, had never really clicked with him, but like everyone else around Bea, he hadn't said anything, assuming that just because the rapport wasn't there ...