Rosalind's POV

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"Who is it?"

"It's Rosalind, Ma'am.  I was hoping to meet with you again before I leave..."

"Come in, Rosalind.  Let me see you, darling." l felt my cheeks burn pink at the thought of her intense stare "assessing" me, my appearance I am sure giving away my hyper state of bliss.  I had most definitely enjoyed myself and I had no doubt that Ma'am would be very aware of it. 

Pushing the handle, I make my way into the large office once again.  She was sitting back in her chair, feet crossed over one another resting on the desk.  Ma'am had an incredible way of always approaching things in such a relaxed fashion whilst maintaining her dominance.  It must take quite a balance of control and understanding.  I really am in awe of her, she exudes so much confidence.  My eyes trail up her legs and across her torso, eventually meeting with her own gaze.  Her eyes had mischief and elation blazing from them.

"Well, darling... come in.  Let's get down to business.  What I mean by business, I mean how the hell was it??" She grinned, drinking in everything from the way I stood before her to my expression slipping over my face. "Hot damn, you enjoyed it didn't you, darling.  Look at you, ah that amazing post sexual glow.  Ooh, I feel giddy with excitement just looking at you!"

I giggle softly, some of my earlier confidence depleting in her presence.  The power in the room most definitely belongs to her.

"Thank you, Ma'am," I take a seat across from her, she drops her legs down off the desk and leans forward.  She sits still smiling, waiting for further details, details I am yet to divulge.

"Come on, darling.  The suspense is killing me.  What did you think of the Sub I selected for you."

"Oh Ma'am, he was wonderful.  Very well trained, though a little rough around the rules at times," I pause, my mind drifting back to moments of our trial where he would break the rules.  I can't lie, I do enjoy when they get a little rebellious.  A shudder passes through me in the anticipation of how far he and I could take it.  Realizing I had began to zone out, I shake it off.  Darting my eyes back to Ma'am, I find her chuckling to herself as she watches me.

"Oh love, you are bringing back all the feels I used to get when I began.  I knew mentoring you would benefit us both."

"I appreciate it very much, Ma'am.  I just wonder, what now?"  I find myself playing with the tie on my jacket, the anxiety of the pending transaction building again.

"Well, if you are happy with the selection then we continue the documentation.  I will, of course, need to speak with our sub, as you will both need to be willing and interested parties.  If for any reason you are still hesitant, you are welcome to schedule another trial with the same sub or another." She pulled open my file on the desk, rifling through the documents I had returned.  It was all pretty standard type contractual documents.  A clean bill of health and certified proof of contraception method, this was my choice to include but I don't see why not.  My personal preferences, my terms and what I offer.  The terms are rules are more of guidelines as they will need to be negotiated with according to what my chosen sub agrees to also.

"I'm... well, I definitely enjoyed him.  When could I see his face?  How do I know if he is the right one?" I rush out my questions in quickfire, my usual awkwardness kicking back at an alarming rate.  The confidence I'd felt earlier bubbles below the surface but sadly isn't controlling my main functions as we discuss matters further.

"Sadly, he is a higher profile client.  You won't be able to disclose your identities to one another until a deal is in place.  You can arrange another trial love, in fact, I would recommend it.  You appear to have some hesitation but I truly feel he would be the best option for you."

"High profile?" Now feeling more curious, it seems he has something to hide.

"Yes, darling.  High profile.  You will need to sign an NDA if you do decide to proceed with him.  Is that a problem for you?"

"No, no problem.  I was just curious.  Okay, well perhaps it would be a good idea to test him out again... just be certain before any contracts are done.  That is if he wants to.  Will you make those arrangements Ma'am?"

"Yes darling, I will make contact with you to confirm the arrangements once I have discussed it all with him.  Do you have any preference of when?  Next week, next month?? Tomorrow?" She let out a chuckle at the concept of tomorrow but I won't lie, the thought of playing with him again so soon made me wetter than I'd care to admit.

"I suppose it depends on him, but perhaps next weekend would be preferable."

"Well done, darling.  I see great things for you.  Just you wait and see.  I will call you soon, until then you may leave.  Get some rest, I believe you earned it."

"Thank you, Ma'am."

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Rosalind's POV - Monday morning

Coming into work this morning, I felt different.  I was positive and happy to be here, rather than anxious.  Constant flashbacks from my first official experience as a Dominatrix over the weekend replayed in my mind, an incredible reminder of the woman I can be.  I need to cling to that as I begin my working week under a dominant male presence.

Hearing the ding to the elevator, alerting me to Mr. Costello's arrival, I stand and make my way around the desk to greet him with his morning cappuccino.  Spotting me waiting with his drink ready, he nods in approval and makes his way directly to me.

"Miss Bennett, we have another busy day ahead.  I hope you are prepared."

"Yes, sir.  Everything is in order," I respond, doing my best to maintain my courage.  He stood before me, his usual great height looming above me.  He was wearing one of his deep navy Armani suits, which clings to his large frame in the most appealing manner.  I found myself staring at his chiseled cheekbones and clean-shaven jawline as he takes a large sip of his coffee.   I'm not sure why I've never noticed it before, but I find incredibly appealing now.

"Meet me in the office so we can go over the schedule for the day."

With that, he turns and heads into his already unlocked office.  I always attempt to arrive at work at least twenty minutes before he arrives so I can have the offices unlocked and the coffees made.  I find it helps start the day off on a better note, therefore less drama and attitude all round. 

I gather everything I will need to go through the day's activities, then head into his office.  He holds his hand up to imply silence as he continues a call on his mobile.

"Saturday you say? Did you think it could be brought forward?  No, okay well Saturday will have to work.  Lucky it's worth the wait.  I have to go, thank you for this.  I appreciate it."

Did he just thank someone? Fuck, must be someone important.

"Ready when you are Mr. Costello."

"Yes, come take a seat, Miss Bennett.  Shall we go through the appointments for today?"

"Yes, Mr. Costello," I pull my chair up across the desk from him, placing down my files and opening up the schedule to go over.

"Okay Miss Bennett, what do I have to entertain me today?" Gosh, he seems... different today.

"Well, your first meeting is at ten with the marketing team regarding the release of the latest update."

"Do I have all the reports required for that?" It's the same questions every time.

"Yes, sir.  They are in your intray," I sigh, as I gesture towards the tray.

"Get it for me." Oh for fucks sake, seriously?

"Please." I stand, looking directly at him.  He stops what he's doing and looks up at me, shock written all over his face.

"Excuse me?" He queries, his eyebrows furrowed.

"I said please.  I am more than happy to attend to your request, Mr. Costello, however, I would appreciate some manners." I stood my ground, looking down at him sitting at his desk.  I could feel my knees quiver, but at the same time, a rush of power was flowing over me.  I needed this, I had to start standing up for myself.  I believe I'm not asking too much.  It felt like the room had been silent for far too long, as he stared up at me intensely. 

"Please, Miss Bennett, would you mind getting the report for me," he grinned, the look of shock finally wiped from his face and now situated on my own.  I pulled myself together and quickly made my way to retrieve the files.  Holy fuck, I can't believe that worked.  I hand the documents back to him while he grins back at me.

"Thank you, Miss Bennett." Cheeky prick is enjoying this.

"You're welcome, Mr. Costello.  Shall we continue?" Taking my place back in my seat I feel his eyes on me.  His stare unnerves me, my confidence depleting at a rapid speed.  You're a Dom, Rose. Don't let him take your power. Think Rose, think.  Take the power back.

I briefly close my eyes, taking myself back to that amazing night, testing out the possible sub.  I recall the way he looked tied and bare, in all his gloriousness.  The way he was waiting for me to bring him pleasure beyond his wildest dreams.

"Miss Bennett."

How assertive I became when placed in control of that beautiful specimen of a man...

"Miss Bennett!"

The way his cock reacted to every little thing I did to him...

"ROSALIND!" My first name came from deep inside him, a throaty growl to capture my attention.  It sounded completely unnatural and was enough to make me jump in my seat, causing me to drop everything.

"Oh shit!" I exclaimed, before realizing what I had done.  Clasping my hands over my face in disbelief, I look over to find Mr. Costello starting to laugh.  I think I might die of embarrassment.  But wow, what a laugh.  I don't think I have heard him laugh in the four years I have worked here.

"That was entertaining, Rosalind... may I call you Rosalind?" He chuckled, his eyes bright blue orbs of pure amusement staring back at me.  I nod back, too ashamed to hold eye contact.  I was literally just thinking about another mans penis whilst sitting in a meeting with him.  Forget unprofessional, it's bloody awkward.  I hadn't considered the fact that reminiscing would also arouse me, my panties now slick and uncomfortable.

"I am so so sorry, Mr. Costello.  I promise that will never happen again." In a flustered panic, I drop to the floor to collect the array of documents scattered over the floor.

"Rosalind, it's really not a bother.  Please get up so we can continue."

Dying on the inside and almost no confidence left at all, I get back up and sit down.  I don't make eye contact, I simply keep my head down as I reorganize my papers.  Ma'am better confirm that appointment for me soon, I clearly need more practice at this.  I need to feel that rush of excitement as the power courses through my body.  I want so desperately to feel that again.

"Yes sorry, Mr. Costello.  After your ten o'clock appointment, you don't have any more meetings until your two pm meeting with the board.  That being said, Mr. Jarvis has indicated he would like to meet with you over lunch to discuss some business before the board meeting."

"Okay, first - since I am allowed to call you Rosalind, shall we agree that Mr. Costello is a bit much.  Call me Gian, unless other staff are present.  Second, please accept Stephen's invitation for lunch.  Then you better make lunch reservations for three at midday.  My usual would be good thanks."

"Three, Mr. Cost... Gian?  Did I need to notify someone else of the meeting?"

"No Rosalind, you will be the third guest.  You will need to attend to take notes, this is a business lunch."

"Okay, I will go and make those arrangements for you sir, oh I mean Gian."

I look back up to find him chuckling away to himself, obviously enjoying my discomfort.  I collect the last few items of mine and made my way back to my desk.  As soon as I have made this reservation and confirmed with Mr. Jarvis, I will make my way to the washroom.  It appears I have some personal business to attend too as well.

Gian's POV

Well, fuck that was hot.  She's never in the whole time she has worked for me, ever shown any signs of having a backbone.  Rosalind has always caught my eye in the sense that she's got this perfect tiny sexy frame, equipped with all the dips and curves a man could ask for.  She's also fucking beautiful by most men's standards.  She always presents herself well, wearing those bloody pencil skirts and flimsy blouses.  Yeah, I will admit that I have thought the odd inappropriate thought or two over the years.  She is my personal assistant, it's mandatory, isn't it? But, until today, she's been a scared, quiet little mouse.  I have no time for that, I like a woman who can show me confidence.  I need a woman who won't cower away as soon as I raise my voice.  I'm not sure what has changed in Rosalind, but I could be in fucking trouble if she keeps this up.  My cock was rock hard after seeing her on her knees this morning, the view from my desk was on that perfectly shaped ass pointing to the sky.

Fuck this. I need to go deal with this fucking boner before my ten o'clock.  I walk past Rosalind's desk, she's on the phone making reservations. This is why I keep her on, she brilliant at her job. So committed to my company, and to make my days easier. It's hard to get good staff.

Closing myself into the stall, I make short work of getting my zip open. Placing one hand on the wall in front of me, I take hold of myself and firmly start running my hand up and down the hard length. I start out slow, savoring the moment. Who knows when the opportunity will arise again.

Just as I start to pick up speed I hear something I'm not quite prepared for. A soft moan coming from the next stall over. I pause momentarily, hearing soft feminine heavy breathing, my cock hardens in protest.  Someone's in the stall next door getting herself off. Fuck me, that's sexy as hell. I grip myself more firmly and start thrusting into my hand, a deep groan releasing from the base of my throat.

To my surprise, hearing me groan only seems to encourage my neighbor as she's now panting loudly, moaning in pleasure as her own thrusts speed up. Oh fuck, she must be so fucking wet now, I can hear a slapping as her hands connects with her skin with each deep push inside.

Realizing I'm about to cum I try to visualize what's exactly happening next door, I think about me throwing open the door and offering her a hand.  I growl out loudly as my seed releases into the bowl in front of me, coming hard and loud as I hear her do the same. Her climax is rippling her at great speed, her sweet cries out only taunting me.

After a moment, the bathroom becomes quiet again, neither of us make a move initially.  I decide to just do it, opening the stall door and stepping out just in time to come face to face with a red-faced Rosalind.  Well, well would you look at that.  Our prim and proper mouse has a naughty side.  I feel my cock twitch again, aroused by this revelation.  It will have to wait.

Making my way to the basin, I proceed to wash up and exit the bathroom.  Rosalind remained behind, still washing her hands and avoiding making eye contact.  Something tells me lunch is going to be a lot harder than I initially considered.