She nodded softly. This was going better than expected. She didn’t even have to say anything, after all, and that was nice. Diane had been worried that he’d make her admit that she’d been wrong to dump him or something of that sort…

“…except, of course, I can’t give you the one you applied for. That’s full. We've got enough people in accounting. Some of them are shrunken women, too. I suppose they made their way here faster than you did...”

Her heart skipped a beat. She heard her own voice. “What?”

He didn't hearher.

"...I bet you were wondering if you should even come here. Probably wasted a day trying to figure if you should get over yourself and get in touch with me. You know, you should've called. Maybe I'd hold a position open for you. Tough luck."

"Then dismiss me already," she said under her breath. "Cut the bullshit."

“Out of kindness, though, I am going to give you an opportunity,” Nathan said, reclining even further in his chair. Slowly, he swung his legs on top of the desk, effortlessly pushing stacks of paper out of the way. His immaculate dress shoes settled about four inches away from her, to the right, rubber soles slightly dusty. She felt the deep red color coming back to her face.

“No, no, don’t you dare use that against me…” she thought, suddenly angry and flustered.

“See, Diane, you used to be such a good bitch I’d hate to let you go again,” he noted, his lips pulling apart in a cruel, toothy smile. She bit her lip. Stop, she thought, but the memories she’d tried to block out rushed in. He was right. There was a time when his cock was spending ten times as much time in her mouth as her toothbrush on a daily basis. They’d fit each other amazingly in the bedroom; she’d been his perfect obedient bitch, eager to please, submissive to his every sexual desire. Problems started when he started using it against her — when he started solving arguments by ordering her to get down on her knees…

She could never stand up to that. No matter what it was about, it was enough for Nathan to snap his fingers and bark an order, and there she’d be - shivering, crimson with anger, her fingers already undoing his belt buckle, and then he’d tell her “I’m right” as he rammed his rock hard member between her plush lips and into her mouth. It acted like a pacifier on her, it wiped the thoughts out of her mind; sucking dick has always felt like the most humbling way she could serve a man in. She'd suck him off - she'd been quite the artist at that. Nathan was one of the few men who didn't let her take even a modicum of control, though; he was the one who set the rhythm to oral sex, the one who decided when and where he'd come. After she'd swallowed, he’d often snap her collar in place, turning her into a dog for the night. Dog-girls weren't allowed to speak.

The next day she'd be herself again - smart, professional, quick on her feet.

He was a man who could naturally and easily strip all that from her - and he wanted to.

He wanted to do it now, too.

The air felt electric, his gaze was hungry, her knees — heavy. She knew what she was about to hear before he’d even opened his mouth again. She wondered if this would be the time she stood up to him.

“Kneel.”