Chapter 5
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I follow behind Mr. Davening with a pout.
He left me no room to argue and promised my things would be here by the time I woke up for
work. Then he had the audacity to tell me not to pout! So here I am, poking my bottom lip out
behind his back.
"We have to be up in four hours and you need all the sleep you can get. I'd have to call up an off
duty maid to make your room up, but that would take at least an hour. You'll be sleeping in my
room tonight."
I pause, startled by the situation.
I can't sleep in the same room as my boss!
Noticing the small patters of my feet have stopped, Mr. Davening turns around.
"Don't worry love. You'll be safe here, and even safer in my room."
He holds his arms out expectantly and I shuffle forward.
As he raises me up onto his hip like earlier, my arms find his shoulders and I lay my head down
exhausted.
If he doesn't find sharing a room strange, then I shouldn't either.
We bounce a bit when he climbs the steps, but soon enough all movement is ceased and I'm laid
comfortably on a soft bed.
They grey sheets compliment the mostly grey and white room, but small red accents make it look
a bit more lively.
I hear rustling and a few moments later my boss stands over me shirtless, clad only in a pair of
snug boxers.
He lays a grey t shirt on the bed and begins pulling down my pants.
I squirm away alarmed, but his rough hands trap me in place.
"You can't sleep in this... Getup," he says.
Of course the corset and leather are uncomfortable, but I'm not even wearing a bra! He can't see!
"Let me take care of you baby girl," he whispers while rubbing my leg sensually.
Tingles engulf my small form and I don't know what possesses me, but I nod in agreement.
He continues pulling my shorts down my legs and does a moderately good job of not staring at
my almost completely exposed state.
He undoes the clasps on my corset next, opening it slowly when he notices there isn't even a
strapless bra.
The sides fall on either side of me, and the moderately good job he was doing before is ruined
now.
He breathes heavily, gripping my thigh tightly while watching how my breathing expands the
plump globes.
He inches closer, sliding his hand up my side, but he stops at my waist and squeezes roughly
before tearing his gaze away.
Picking up the shirt, he sticks it over my head and lifts my body as he pulls it down.
He lifts me into his arms once more before pulling the covers back and placing me down again.
He takes his time, tucking me in carefully and then walking around to the other side of the bed.
The bed dips when he lays down and soon enough, his arms are locked around me.
I can see his bare arms now, the tattooes stretching up over his shoulders and a few on his chest.
It's too dark to make out the designs, but I make a mental note to ask another time.
"Goodnight sweet girl," he mumbles into my hair.
Shifting my body to cuddle more into his warm chest, I respond,
"Goodnight Mr. Davening."
I deep growl rumbles through the chest I lay on and a hand comes to squeeze the back of my
neck playfully.
"Chaol, babe. Mr. Davening for everybody else, but it's Chaol for you."
He releases his grip and honestly, I want him to put his hand back. It actually felt nice.
Deciding that I need to be able to get up in the morning with as much rest as possible, I close my
eyes and sigh contently.
"Goodnight Chaol."
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