Meeting
Kylie's P. O. V
"Did you just curse me in your head?" I jumped at his sudden voice.
"N-no, S-sir," I lied, obviously. He narrowed his eyes examining my face. I put all the files on top of his table.
"Here are the files. Your meeting is in thirty minutes. I will take your leave now," saying that I turned on my heels, desperate to leave this room. But my 'MASTER' had something else in his mind so he stopped me.
"Stop," he shouted at me, "Come back here, now," he ordered me again. Inhaling a long breath, I turned around to face him. He beckoned his finger to me, gesturing me to go near him. I walked around the table and stopped before his swivel chair.
"You are becoming bolder day by day, little slave, You just cursed me because I didn't give you your anticipated orgasm?" he asked and placed his hands on both sides of my waist.
"Noooo, I didn't, sir. You must have misunderstood it," I replied, timidly under his piercing gaze.