“Come in,” I said.

The door opened and there she was.

“You did well,” I said, my voice stern.

She went to speak but I held up my hand, stopping her in her tracks. “But you’re late.”

She didn’t know I’d been watching her, that I’d set up a camera in the opposite building. It wasn’t for recording, just sending to my computer. I had hired out a room and had one of my people set it up, ready in case my dreams came true.

They did.

I didn’t want to record it. I didn’t want the moment to exist outside itself. I wanted to savour every second.

There she appeared, walking up the steps not long after twelve. She looked like she was going to walk inside. She was confident, that slump of the shoulders long gone.

She didn’t enter. Instead, she turned, facing the camera. From my seat I could see she had chosen the perfect outfit. The breeze made her skirt flutter, revealing a flash of thigh. The footage was clear enough to see that but little more. Hitting a button on my keyboard made the camera zoom and then I was hard as rock under the desk, seeing her nipples clearly visible through the thin fabric of her top, almost see through in the light.

She wasn’t smiling but she was there. I watched her for the entire five minutes, not entirely sure if I was breathing. I heard nothing. I saw only her, blurs of movement around her, the people passing by, getting glimpses of what was soon to be mine for good. I wasn’t going to let her get away this time.

I was so happy that she had decided to do it. Watching the screen before she arrived, I had no idea until the last second what she would do. She had pleased me. She would be rewarded for that. But she was late. She would be punished for that.

It was hard to think of punishment when she moved down to the steps and sat, her legs apart, her perfect pussy on display in the light. All I could think about then was fucking her.

She looked so confident but nervous at the same time, as if it was an illusion, one foul word and the spell would break, she would run again.

The thirty seconds were over all too quickly and the time it took her to reach the office gave me time to compose myself, ready for her appearance.

“Bend over the desk,” I said, getting slowly to my feet. “You left without my permission. You returned late. You were bad.”

“I’m sorry,” she muttered as she crossed the floor to the desk. She bent over it while I walked around to her. “I-”

“Silence.” I wasn’t shouting but my voice was enough to stop her sentence in the middle. “I want no sound from you until I allow it.”

Taking hold of her skirt, I slid the two sides apart, exposing her ass, making use of the slit to my advantage. It looked as good as last time I saw it, better still for knowing what I was going to do. I wasn’t going to send her away this time, I wasn’t going to try and control myself, I was just going to do what I should have done when I first met her.

I raised my hand, doing the thing I thought I might never get to do again, bringing it down to smack down on that perfect ass, feeling the sting in my palm, loving that sound, that sound I would never tire of, not in a million years.

She didn’t cry out. She was good enough to obey my order to keep quiet. She did gasp, her body jolting in place but then she lowered herself, pushing her hips further back, wriggling slightly from side to side as if to taunt me.

I spanked her again, this time hitting lower down, just above her thighs, not as hard as before but knowing the layout of her nerves, that it would sting just as much as the previous blow.

I counted every spank. Twelve in total, each one making her ass more red. When I was done, her skin felt hot to the touch. I allowed my fingers to trail lower as I felt the softness, the warmth, the need that was coming off her in waves. My cock responded to that need, starting to throb and ache in my trousers.

I pulled it out, standing behind her, my hand between her legs, feeling how wet she was.

I shoved her knees roughly apart, guiding the tip of me to her entrance a second later. Stroking it in tiny circles, I teased her, knowing how hard she was finding keeping her mouth shut, her hand clamped over it, almost falling forwards.

I grabbed her hips, thrusting forwards in the same moment, going as if to dive into her but stopping just an inch inside. She was soaking wet, gripping me just right, throbbing like I was, needing this as much as me.

“I don’t want to train you to be a submissive,” I said, rocking back and forth in her, moving slightly deeper with each motion. “I want to train you to be my submissive. Will you let me?”

I froze in place, waiting for her answer.

“Yes,” she moaned and as soon as she said it, I slid all the way into her, my hips pressing into her ass, my cock as far into her pussy as it could go, making little pulsing movements, going that bit further as she pushed back against me.

“Make yourself come,” I said, holding still.

She slid one hand under her, starting to stroke her clit as she drove back onto me, rocking her feet in place, moving her legs, slamming faster and faster onto my length.

The sight of her ass moving, her skin blooming with colour, her lost to lust, it made me certain of this more than I’d ever been sure of anything in my life. I needed her. I was afraid of my feelings because they were so strong and they were so strong because of her. She was perfect and she didn’t even know it.

I felt her orgasm as she seemed to widen around me and then a second later grip me so tightly I winced as she fell still, her body shaking. She didn’t scream but she did let out a long moan of relief.

I didn’t give her long to recover, sliding out of her and sweeping everything off my desk in one movement of my arm.

“Your computer,” she said, looking at the shattered pieces on the floor.

“I’ll get another one,” I said, lifting her up and laying her on her back, pouncing on her an instant later, thrusting straight up into her as I plunged my tongue into her mouth.

Her hands slid over my back as we embraced, our bodies grinding together, me starting to drive deep into her until she was quivering with need, wanting another climax. I pulled all the way back, never still, always moving, making her wait, then giving her the pleasure she needed, the pleasure I needed.

We rolled sideways and then she was riding me, her hands clawing at my chest as she ground down, my hand on her clit, rubbing it in the way I knew would send her wild.

It did.

She came around my cock and the sight of her back arched, her mouth open, her eyes closed, it was all too much. With a last thrust upwards into her, I came.

My cock twitched inside her, spurting heat deep inside her pussy as her orgasm continued to tear through her. She sank downwards, planting kisses over my face, muttering thank yous over and over until I couldn’t help but grin.

Slowly, she lifted herself off me, rolling onto her side as I turned to face her. “You’re welcome,” I said, getting to my feet, respectable in a moment, as if it never happened.

“Sit there.”

I pointed to the chair and she got up slowly, her legs shaky as she moved, sinking down into the cushion as I moved to the front of the desk. I leaned back on it, looking closely at her.

“I’m sorry for running,” she said quietly, looking away. “I was scared.”

“You came back,” I replied.

“It wasn’t just that. I didn’t feel good enough for you. I didn’t think I could do the things you needed.”

“You’re perfect for me. You did the one thing I needed. You came back. Oh, and I think this is yours. I hope you don’t mind but I needed to see who it belonged to.”

“You saw,” she said, not taking the phone from my hand. “Didn’t you?”

“The photo? Yes, I did.”

“I didn’t share it with anyone, I swear.”

“Were you going to?”

“I was supposed to but I couldn’t do it.”

“It was Sub Rosa in there but not in here. What do you need?”

“What? What do you mean, what do I need?”

“For the article, what do you need?”

“What? You’re willing to have all that out in the open?”

“Well, I don’t think I’ll need those rooms if I have you.”

She frowned, looking at me properly for the first time, a flicker of a smile on her face. “You can’t get rid of them yet. There’s three you haven’t shown me.”

“Shall I show you now?”

I pulled her to her feet, wrapping my arms around her. “My Sub Rosa.”

“My interviewee.” She was smiling as she said it.

“I meant what I said, I want you to be my submissive.”

“For how long?”

“How does forever sound?”

“I think that sounds pretty good.”

Then I kissed her. Only when I was done, did I walk her through to the locked door.

Glancing both ways to make sure no one was looking, I pushed it open and then we were through. “The Rose room, you know,” I said, nodding towards the door beside us. “And your bedroom.”

“How could I forget? What’s through that door?”

“Come and see.”

I walked forwards, pushing the door open a second later. She looked past me at the contents. “Oh, my.”

“Want to mention this in the article?” I asked, walking in after her, my fingers trailing down her back.

“This one we’ll keep between us,” she replied, lifting a wooden paddle off the wall and handing it to me. “If you can persuade me to keep quiet of course?”

“Bend over,” I commanded. “See how quiet you keep when I do this.”

I brought the paddle down on her ass a second later. Even with the skirt protecting her, I knew it would hurt much more than my hand. “Yell all you need,” I said as she panted in place. “No one will hear a thing.”

She grinned back at me. “Where’s the fun in that?”