When I touched what he put on my neck, I felt the necktie. He still doesn't let me end up being his sex slave and I'm the idiot who carried away with him.

I turned to him as he removed his ‘soldier’ and I heard the zipper close. He moved a little away from my desk and walked over to his desk. I just watched him and see what he was going to do. I saw that he opened his drawer and a leash was pulled out.

“I want to have the thrill of what we do. Isn't it boring? Just fucking?” He grinned as he returned to my table....