Chapter 23: Chapter 23

Oliver fidgeted as Sana stood in the middle of his apartment, taking everything in. He soaked up the appreciation in her gaze, his heart thumping in his chest. Oliver had gone on a cleaning sphere because Sana had said she hated cluster and he didn't want to disappoint her, he had also been browsing a lot since they started dating because he found himself wanting, no, needing something that Sana didn't even know she'd been giving to him.

The feeling of letting her control all their activities had been freeing in ways he didn't even think possible and now, his thoughts were running away with him. He wondered if she'd also be dominating in bed, telling him what and what not to do, spanking him when he did something wrong. Oliver jerked from his thought, his eyes wide as Sana stared at him expectantly. He blinked, praying that she wouldn't glance down his pants and notice the hard-on from his illicit thoughts.

"Were you even listening to me at all," she said, huffing in annoyance.

Oliver scratched at his ear, his heart racing. He'd done something bad so was she going to punish him. Oliver knew she wasn't his mistress and they didn't have any contract, and she was not even a dominatrix, but that fire in her eyes made him aware that deep down Sana was someone who could control another person, it was evident in the way she carried herself with men, or with him for that matter, and she always got things done in order, had never disappointed him in the office, and was even spearheading the whole competition. Oliver felt that she had a dominant side in her that was suppressed, but from time to time it came out to play, and he lived for those moments.

"I got carried away..." He got out on a breath and took another lungful as she stepped closer to him.

"Are you going to continue acting like this Oliver, do you think my time is worthless?" she asked, her voice hard. Oliver hyperventilated.

"N-no I don't think" he stuttered, but she cut in dismissively.

"Yes, I don't want you to think Oliver. We're off work and that's why we are here in your house because you want to have a relationship with me, if you're going to keep spacing off, or daydreaming about whatnot while wasting my time then you have another thing coming because I will not tolerate your bullshit" she snapped.

Oliver clenched his fist, deciding to take what he wanted. He wanted to piss her off, see how she'd handle him when she was mad. He smiled cheekily. "I'd watch my tone if I were you, none of my girlfriends get away with raising their voices at me".

Sana's eye widened, making Oliver think that he'd screwed everything up, but that was until she yanked him closer by the collar, before slamming him against the wall. He fought to stifle a moan that threatened to spill from his lips as his back connected painfully with the wall. His blood ran south, and he felt himself harden as a mix of pain and pleasure tingled through his skin.

"It's too bad I'm not one of those ex-girlfriends of yours. You will treat me with absolute respect because that's what I deserve and if you ever say that to my face again, or compare me to your past conquest then I'll end this relationship we have, so stop being an egoistic spoilt brat and apologize for speaking out of turn".

Oliver felt a thrill as he breathe in her perfume, her breath mingled with his. She stared at him expectantly.

Oliver swallowed, his dick hardening at the clear order she had given him. He'd have knelt and let her walk all over him if she asked. "I'm sorry" he muttered, staring at her, but she didn't look impressed.

"Is that all you can do Oliver, what are you sorry for?" She asked, raising a brow.

Oliver squirmed under her gaze, but this was the kind of thrill he'd been searching for. He swallowed and Sana's gaze followed the movement, her eyes glazing over as interest flared hot between them. Oliver's breath caught as her gaze traveled lower. Sana gasped once she saw his hard-on, pulling back from him sharply. Oliver's gaze darted around as he tried to find an excuse to get out of the situation, but then Sana crossed her arms, her voice husky when she spoke.

"I asked you what you were sorry for".

Oliver's breath hitched. Was this happening, was she going to ignore the fact that he got hard from her manhandling, or was she also secretly into this new kink he'd discovered in himself. He dared to hope, as he held her gaze.

"I'm sorry for comparing you to my past girlfriend and for speaking to you rudely," he said in a whoosh of air, his shoulders sagging as he leaned against the wall and watched the woman who had managed to dominate his head all through the week. Sana smiled, making his stomach flip.

"Good boy" she praised and the pleasure that surged through his veins almost made him cum in his pants. "Good boys deserve to be rewarded don't you think? Your arms behind your head" she ordered. Oliver blinked, feeling as if he was in some alternate dimension where he was imagining the scenario taking place, but the pleasure mixed with pain made it all real as he complied with her order.

Sana's smile widened, then she strode toward him, grabbing hold of both his arms and pinning them to the wall. Oliver's heart pounded in his chest as she stared at him.

"I don't know what it is about you Oliver, but you make me want to do bad things to you, just to put you in your place, but since you apologized, I'll give you a reward for good behavior," she said and as he made to reply that he'd accept anything she chooses to give him, she kissed him. Oliver's pulse skyrocketed, because he'd anticipated but had not expected it to be sudden, or savage intense. Her tongue probed his lips, her teeth nipping his lower lips when he refused to open up. Her grip tightened on his arm, and the pain mixed with pleasure had him gasping out, allowing her to plunge her tongue into his mouth, and he let her dominate the kiss as pleasure rocked his world. A hard yank on his hair had him groaning into the kiss, her mouth was all hot, sweet, and passionate. Sana pulled back, then inhaled deeply, her head resting against his as she crowded him into the wall.

"I don't know what the hell just happened..."

"Be my mistress" he blurted, unable to hold back from getting what it was he needed.

Sana pulled back, a frown of confusion on her face. "What".

Oliver wrung his hand together. "I want you to be my mistress, you know, like..." His throat worked, but he didn't know how to form the words without sounding like a desperate deranged freak show.

Sana crossed her arms. "If that's how you're going to ask then you shouldn't have bothered to... You can't even communicate with me, and you want me to be your Mistress"

"No, it's not that... I'm just nervous, I haven't... I mean I don't... I mean" he forced himself to stop, cringing. "I just want to submit... I feel so stressed out when I'm forced to be in charge all the time, and you've been helping me cope this past few weeks, even tho I'm sure you didn't notice... I've deliberately made some mistakes just to rile you up, and it works but I want more than that now" he said, exhaling.

Sana watched him thoughtfully and Oliver waited patiently, her heart rate increasing from the anxiety.

"So you want me to dominate you, in every way," she asked darkly, staring straight at him.

Oliver's throat closed up. "Yes".

Sana gave a crisp nod. "I'll think about it and if I agree to be your Mistress, I'll communicate that by sending you a contract".

Oliver blinked before comprehension dawned. "Really? You'll think about it".

"Yes Oliver I will, but in the meantime do you need help with your hard-on," she said with a smirk, tilting her head.

Oliver swallowed, nodding. "Yes please," he said then cringed, was that too much. Sana chuckled, crowding him once more.

"were you always this cute... I think I love this version of you" she murmured, and Oliver's eyes widened. Did she just use the word love?