Gian's POV

After a long quiet pause, I knew it was time for us to get down to business.  I really did not want to break this euphoric happy bubble we were laying in, but we do need to have a discussion on how to proceed as we navigate our way through this scenario together.  I know one thing is at least clear, Rosalind does not want to terminate the arrangement and neither do I, simply need to determine the finer details such as boundaries and limits.  Sitting up, I reach over and hand Rosalind my shirt before grabbing my jeans and slipping them on.

"Wear this, we will move inside where it's warmer and get this conversation out of the way, shall we?"

I watch as her eyes drink me in, watching every move I make intently as if she'd never seen me before but didn't want to forget a single thing.  I'm a powerful and confident man, but the submissive in me wants to respond to this stare of hers.  Aching from the inside, he wants to kneel at her feet and worship the very ground she walks on simply for knowing how much she too worships me.  I'm not even sure if she realizes the power she holds over me, the trust she's earned simply with her loyalty and undeniable support.

"You want me to get dressed?" she smirks up at me as I hold out my hand to help her stand.

"No, I want you to wear my shirt, don't get dressed, please.  I am sure we will both concentrate on the subject in question better if we're at least partially clothed wouldn't you agree?" I can't help the cocky smile creeping across my face.  Rosalind nods her head gently, taking my hand to lift herself up off the ground in one fluid, graceful motion.

"Fair point, well made.  Very well, let's go do this then."

I lead her inside, my arm around her back with a gentle hand on her hip.  I'm not ready yet to lose the contact she's allowing between us after such a sweet and intimate evening.  My fingertips gently graze against her skin as the shirt crumples and puckers under my hand and I can feel my cock stir against the rough friction of my jeans.  Fuck, we need to get this shit out of the way before one of us losses control, probably me since she's the embodiment of control.

"I have the existing contract laid out in the office, so why don't we just go over the clauses and limits that need to be redefined?  I am still more than happy with our arrangement but I think we need to clarify in more detail what our working days will entail now.  What are your thoughts?"

"Yes, those are exactly what I was hoping to address.  Discovering my submissive was you sent my mind into a panic, Gian.  This isn't quite the sort of conversation I had ever planned on having with my boss...," her voice trailed off into a mere whisper as she zoned out, most likely remembering the moment we came face to face in that awkward experience that changed everything.

"Rosalind, I know it must be hard given I am your superior at the office but please don't let it affect what we could possibly have.  The chemistry is real between us and I think once we iron out these details we will be able to sit back and enjoy the ride."

I swear she will be able to hear the slight desperation in my voice but I am not going to let some office politics get in the way of this.  My goddess and my Rosalind are one and the same, in my opinion that makes her my dream woman all wrapped up in one hell of a delectable package.  So fucking what if she happens to be my personal assistant too.  She has spent enough time there to gain the respect of her colleagues to they should know very well that she hasn't slept her way into my good graces, but rather has worked her fucking ass off for a man who treated her actually rather poorly.

"Shall we start then?" She asks, taking a seat at the large white oak desk sitting before us.  I had laid two copies of the agreement out, along with a pen and some additional notepaper should she feel we need to structure any further information into the contracts. 

The contracts themselves, which Tracy had drawn up, contained most details pertaining to a Dominant/Submissive relationship.  Things that everyone entering such an arrangement should consider, such as the term of the contract, goals, guidelines of respect, the rights and responsibilities of the dominant, the submissive availability and behavior, and many other details that cover both parties in all aspects.  We have both agreed to and adhered to all details so far, but we always knew we would need to iron out the limits of what we were willing to do.  What we didn't realize is that we would also need to go and alter the areas of control to now accommodate our working situation.    

"What would you like to address first?" I query, sitting across the desk from her so I can maintain eye contact throughout this discussion.  I'm not the CEO of a major company for nothing.

"I think we may as well start with the biggest issue we have, that being our work setting.  Considering my position as your personal assistant is below you, it seems logical that we exclude the workplace from any further sexual activities."

"Wait, what?" I reply sharply.  Rosalind was flicking through the papers but stopped to look up at me as I spoke.  Her eyes fix on my face, my mouth pouted in disappointment at her last statement, "You can't be serious?"

"Why not?" She asks, her eyes narrowing slightly.

"Well I can't speak for you but I happened to really fucking enjoy that, didn't you?" I lean back in my seat and watch as she adjusts herself in her own, her hands pulling at the hemline of my shirt.

"Of course I did, it's just... well, that's work and you are in charge.  I don't know that it's really appropriate that I try to take that power from you in such a setting."

"You have no idea how sexy you were, do you? What it did to me, to see you take charge of my meeting like that?  Geez, Rosalind, I loved it.  Also, let us not forget that you aren't taking my power from me okay, I offer it to you willingly."

"Yeah, I know... but... "

"No buts, Rosalind.  You can't take that away from me, I need to know that may happen again!"

She smiled coyly as if contemplating messing with me but thankfully she thinks better of it.  Nodding gently, she crosses her notes out again signifying the workplace is still on the table.  Call me crazy but I loved the rush it gave me knowing that at any moment she could come into my office and take charge again.  I would have fought her all night on this clause.

"Was there anything specific you wanted to address then Gian?  Surely you have some requests or stipulations to add?"

I eye her from across the desk, dragging my eyes lazily over her bronzed bare skin starting from her toes all the way up to the thighs crossed over on another.  A number of ideas of what I'd rather be doing right now flashed through my head but as soon as our eyes are level I catch the near forbidding look Rosalind was aiming at me.

"Alright, alright.  I will stay on topic... for now," Winking, I clear my throat and look down at the documents again as I regroup my thoughts, "Tracy would have mentioned that all our scenes from now on should be here?"

"She did, are you sure that will be what's best?"

"Look, Rosalind, I want to make it really clear for you right now that it's simply a business decision to keep my personal preferences quiet.  This is not because I am ashamed of you, of me, or of what we do together.  But I am a largely public figure and it's not the sort of thing I need in the press."

"You don't need to explain this Gian, I understand why.  I am just concerned with the other kind of rumors  that might leak if they see your PA constantly visiting your private residence."

I get up from my chair and make my way to the front of the desk and perch on the edge, Rosalind's legs sitting between my own.  Leaning forward, I take her hand in my own and caress my thumb over her palm and watch as she allows a slight shiver run through her.  Fuck I love that I can do to her what she does to me, our bodies are connected at a whole other level. 

"Well that brings us to another point we need to discuss, I think the concerns go part and parcel with one another," We lock eyes again, this time intentional as I try to convey the depth of what I am trying to say, "I want to date you, Rosalind.  I don't want you to simply be my Goddess or my personal assistant.  I want you on my arm when I attend public events.  I need you to join me for dinner.  I desire you to be a part of my everyday life."

"But..."

"Again with the buts!  Fuck why can't you see how much I want you?  I know this presents a new world of problems, but if you feel even the slightest bit the same way as I do then please consider it.  We will find a way to make it work if it's what we both want."  God Gian, talk about making yourself seem like a desperate halfwit.  Rosalind looks deep in thought but her eyes soften as comes to her conclusion.  

"I don't know how we will do this, Gian, but I do know that we need to try."

Rosalind has barely finished speaking when my lips meet hers in a long, sweet kiss meant as a thank you for taking this leap of faith with me.  Her arm snakes up around my shoulders and grasps the base of my neck as she pulls me closer, her fingers gripping firmly.  A bold smile creeps over me while still pressed against her lips as I recognize my Goddess is making an appearance... fuck I love how easily she can switch roles with me.  As our kiss deepens, I rest my hand on her thigh and begin to slide it down towards her warm center but she grabs it by the wrist and holds me steady and still.  I resist a little at first, I do enjoy trying my luck a little, but give in to her control.  We both know that physically I could have overpowered her at any time, but allowing her to take control arouses me to no end.  I want her to call the shots, make the decisions, and reprimand me when I don't follow her orders.  What's more, is I trust her to make those decisions to lead to the best outcome for her and for me.

Rosalind pulls back, almost breathless but still assertive, "This can wait now Gian, I think you need to show to the bedroom."

Standing up, I swiftly lift her into my arms and whip around placing her onto the desk and leaning into her to kiss her again.

"Why go to the bedroom when there's a perfectly good desk here?" I ask her, my fingers tracing along the hem of my T-shirt which was riding high on her upper thighs.  I'm halted in my advance by her fingers on my lips as she raises her right leg up, placing her foot on my chest and pushing me backward.

"Uh uh, I said bedroom Gian.  When I give instruction, what should happen?"  She steps down from the desk and saunters closer to me, her gaze never leaving my face.  How, just how does this woman possess such a compelling sexy aura around her.  I drop my head slightly and nod, reaching out for her hand.

"Yes, my Goddess.  Come and I will show you to my room."

"Better, much better Gian."

I lead her further down the long hallway until we reach the double doors to my master suite.  Releasing her hand, I unlatch and push open the doors, stepping back to allow her the full view of the room in front of us.  Rosalind takes two steps inside, a look of excitement and awe spreading across her face.  She's met with a grand master suite, styled in subtle tones of mint green with bold navy accents.  The furniture matches the period of the home however the accompanying decor is all of the modern fixtures and sentimental trinkets.  I'm sure her surprise is more of how homely it feels in comparison to the rooms we would use at the club.  It most certainly would not have been what she was expecting given we had started this as more of a kind of business arrangement, but I want more from her than that now.

"Gian, this is beautiful... is this your playroom?"  I chuckle lightly, shaking my head gently.

"No, my Goddess, this is my bedroom.  I don't foresee a need for a playroom, do you?  We can play here and we can sleep here.  I want you in my life, as Rosalind, and as my Goddess."

Rosalind grins,  a look that would knock my socks off had I been wearing any, and ran into the room, throwing herself atop my extravagant four-post continental bed and landing on her back.  Propping herself up on her elbows she

"Come now, Gian, I want you to remove those jeans instantly so you can ravage me.  You can start by using that skilled tongue of yours down here," Her fingers walked a trail across her groin to her slick entrance, "Then if you're a good boy I will tie you to this bed and ride this sweet hard cock of yours.  If you don't have any restraints here, I will make use of some of those overpriced ties you have."

I unfasten my jeans faster than probably necessary, but the thought of tasting her again is far more than I can take.  Her delicious sweet essence is addictive and combined with her taunting moans I knew they would keep me going for as long as my Goddess desired. 

Before climbing onto the bed to take my place at her opening, I take a quick moment to lift the hidden harnesses from the posts of the bed.  Rosalind smiles again, this time a very alluring and seductive smile letting me know we are in for a long night.  I personally cannot fucking wait.