My Boss then My Master

Chapter 4 Dominic POV

" f**k " I muttered , I had actually followed her out of the office to see her walk away . This was bad, real f*****g bad. Looking towards Kia , I see her look at the elevator, then glance back down at her computer. How had this girl become under my skin so quickly? Rushing back into my office , I picked up the remote for the screens and changed them to the surveillance system. Then quickly I brought up the app on my computer and searched out the exact camera I wanted.

There on the massive screens was Grace walking to her cubicle with him on her heel. I sneered at the screen as I watched him basically run behind her like a puppy needing attention. She looked defeated , guilt swamped me because I knew that I had been the cause of that. Bringing her up here was a huge mistake.

She takes a seat at her desk , finally getting rid of Paul after he looks to be dogging her for a few minutes. He looks unsatisfied anyway as he stomps off. Grace places her face in her hands. I really was an asshole. The girl in question that had cried at me was her own fault. I had heard her talking to a member of staff like they was dirt on her shoe. Really undermining them and I can only imagine making them feel two inches tall. She had been a bully , I had listened. Waiting for the other person to stick up for themselves until I could stand by anymore.

I had fired her there and then on the spot for bullying in the workplace. I wasn't worried about her trying to get me done by not following all of the channels. All my offices had CCTV recorded. In all areas except private ones. I only had to find the clip of her standing exactly under a camera speaking the way she was. She didn't stand a chance. But she was well liked among the sheep followers of her office , so of course I was the one to get the bad rap. The one that made such a lovely girl cry.

Everyone had turned the situation on the big bad CEO. I wasn't bothered. Let the rumors fly for all I cared. Watching her get back on with her work. I admire Grace's easy beauty , but I think what called me more was something most wouldn't understand. I saw the girl inside screaming for someone to look after her with just one look. Grace carried around an easy-tale sign that told me she was broken. I always found the ones that needed fixing somehow. Like something in me could seek them out.

But with Grace there was sadness in her eyes. The way she looked at the people around her now with a look of longing. Plus she was here, when most had gone for the holidays. Unless she had family here and that is why she hadn't gone , then that meant she was on herself. She had a bit of an accent that told me if her family did live here , they didn't originally.

Leaving her up on the big screens ,I shrunk the surveillance app and took up the programme with all the staff's personal files on. Typing in my password to get past the security on the programme gives me all the different companies. I clicked for this one and Grace's department. What was I doing ? Now I was stalking the girl. But I had this feeling like I had to know about this girl.

I searched for her name and dragged up her file like a man possessed. Reading it wildly , I was correct. She wasn't from here. I carry on reading and searching out her marital status. Single. Then her next of kin , searching for children. I sit back at what I read and stare at the words on the screen. None. Then existing family. None. Looking back up at Grace on the screens , she was laughing at something a client was saying on the phone.

How was a girl like her all alone ? She briefly looks up at the camera. Totally coincidental, of course. But in my mind it felt intentional. Like she was looking directly at me. Taking a deep breath, I looked away. Then I looked at her address again and cringed. Grace lived in the roughest part of town. Spinning my chair away from both of the screens. I grip my hands on the cahier arms. I was resisting the urge inside of me to do something reckless.

The part of me that demanded I take care of her. I had to stop myself from clicking onto banking details and randomly chucking money into her account or something. That's what I did. I take over, I take all these problems and make them go away. Or that what I want to do and crave to do. But I couldn't, taking a girl full time as my submissive was out of the question. I dabbled in my true self and urges , I couldn't actually be me. Too many spying eyes and camera lenses.

I was a, Dominat, more to the point a Master. I had these urges since a child and never knew why I wanted to control girls the way I did. I had thought of myself as abusive for a while. I mean, why wouldn't I? When I first had a girlfriend, I wanted to run all aspects of her life. Wasnt that what abusive relationships looked like ? At least as a confused kid. That is what I had thought.

It wasn't until I had met this one girl. She loved it , told me she had always wanted a daddy. She was older than me. I had been twenty-one-her twenty-eight. I had been taken back and more than a little weirded out at the time. She had seen my expression and laughed slightly. Then she proceeded to tell me about a whole other world I didn't know about. I had lived a conservative life , my head in books and studies that I hadn't known of b**m.

After a lot of research , I had decided I definitely wasn't a Daddy like she had thought I was. I didn't wish to completely take over everything. I had seen myself more of a Master. I wanted a girl who could also challenge me at times and make her own decisions. I just wanted her to look to me for protection. Let me step in when I thought she wasn't acting safely or with her best interest.

More importantly, I wanted the kink in our s*x lives. But I had only had one full-time submissive. For a man in my position, it was hard. I needed discretion of the highest level. I was expected to be perfect and my other half to be. My father had expressed this enough in his many speeches about image is everything.

So I played in private , with professional submissives that were sworn to secrecy. Bound by non-disclosure contracts. Never one to call truly my own. But now I was fully aware of the differences between relationships, I understood it was definitely not abuse if it was truly what you both wanted. Turning back, I closed the power off of the apps I was using to watch Grace and dig up her information. She may have intrigued me, but I could not act. Her image disappears off of the screen.

Standing up, I went to the apartment door to check on the progress. The contractors said it would be done in two weeks. Unlocking it I let myself in and wondered around. The kitchen and bathrooms were done, as well were the bedrooms. It was the gym and the living room that needed work. Plus the private room. Then painting in some rooms , then my highly paid interior decorator will come in and furnish all the rooms, including the private ones. I had met her at one of the private hidden clubs I frequent, so I knew I could trust her.

Not that any of the rooms I had installed in all my apartments had ever been used. I guess it was wishful thinking on my behalf really, that maybe one day. Or maybe one day I will be calling her to remove the rooms from all apartments because I had married someone who was very much not into that sort of lifestyle, but she was what my father wanted. Good name, good breeding, good image.

I had planned to stay , but as I locked up my office and passed Kia. I told her to book me a flight for tonight to another branch of this company in another city. For the first time, she looked at me confused. Kia had requested not to travel with me anymore. She wished to set up a home. So I had agreed for her to stay here at this one on her request again, of course. I will be hiring another assistant who traveled and we will be supposed to be interviewed this week in this branch. I told her to re-arrange them all. That she didn't need to come ill be back when renovations had finished ill correspond with her through email.

The truth was I needed to get away from here and sort myself out. One girl had shaken me to my core and I didn't like it. Well, not any girl , Grace. I needed to go away, regroup and come back. I ran out of the building like I was being chased. I went back to my hotel, grabbed my stuff and was on a flight three hours later. The more miles between me and the temptation of her , the better,