Captured by a Mafia Boss

Chapter 4: Step into my Office

JULIAN'S POV

I watched her on her last shift for the week, drinking my glass of brandy and surveying the way she moved around my club. She slowly sashayed over to me, brushing against my shoulder on purpose as I was talking to one of my guys about a new business deal.

I stopped her and raised my hand to wiggle my index finger at her for her to come over. Her hips swayed with each step she took closer to me, and I checked her out. A smirk fell onto my lips, and I leaned closer, “The place is closing up... why don't you come with me to my office to discuss something with me?"

“Okay," she smiled, and I tossed the rest of my drink back before slamming it on the bar and yanking her to my office. I'd make her my next toy; it'd been a few days since I had a wh*re in my bed anyway. I was well overdue, and in my line of work... I needed to de-stress and let go.

I pulled her to my office and shut the door, spinning her around and pinning her against the door with my thigh between hers. Her br*asts rose and fell as her gaze locked on mine. She peered from my eyes to my lips, leaning closer and letting her warm breath mingle with mine.

I smirked and ran my hand along her cheek. But before I could capture her lips, she grabbed my shirt, pulled me closer, and grinded against me as I ran my tongue along hers. I raked my teeth along her bottom lip with a groan and broke the kiss, “Is that how this is going to go? What else are you going to pull, my sexy little sl*t?"

“I bet you'd love to know," she sassed and yanked on my shirt more, making me growl.

Her gaze was vibrant and glassy, riddled with arousal and only made me wonder what they would look like under my control. F*ck, she was going to be fun if she agreed to play with me.

“Shall we talk?" I gestured towards the couch in my office, and she nodded.

She walked over and sat down, and I grabbed her a glass of water and brought it over to her. She took it from me, and I sat down beside her with a kind smile, “Tell me more about yourself."

“I never was the best at taking care of myself. I need constant reminders to even remember to drink water," she rolled her eyes at herself. “Honestly," she played with the glass, “I need someone to depend on to keep me on track because I lose focus."

My gaze ran down her body and back up, focusing on that d*mn oxblood collar around her neck again. I clicked my tongue and gestured with my hand towards her collar, “If you don't mind me asking, what's the collar around your neck mean? Are you taken?"

A peach blush ran across her cheeks, and she looked down, playing with the rose gold tag. She was so cute that I could barely contain myself.

“I self-collared myself so that people in the club would think I'm owned by a Dom in order to protect myself." Her tongue peeked out to lick her lips.

I nodded, “Have you had a Master, Mistress, Mx, Sir, or Ma'am before?"

“No, not a Master. I had a Sir and a few play dates with some friends, but that's it." She shrugged and relaxed even more beside me. Her fingers finally relaxed along the sides of the glass, and she sank against the couch rather than keeping her back straight.

“Sounds like a good time." I situated myself on the couch to get more comfortable. “Are you currently interested in that kind of relationship?"

She seemed to perk up on the couch, bouncing to sit up straight, “I am, but I'm not in a rush to fully submit to someone."

She began to grip the glass again, curling into herself, “It takes me a bit to gain someone's trust because of a few bad situations in the past. I didn't vet them properly." She perked up again, “But I learned from my mistakes. I mean, that's how we learn right? Make mistakes?"

I nodded and agreed with her, “We all make mistakes and that's okay. Sometimes it takes a hard lesson for us to understand we made a bad decision. No harm in it. We're only human. I know I've made plenty."

“Anyway, why do you ask? Are you a Dominant?" There were her gorgeous eyes again, gazing up at mine with a wonder that could only be compared to the, Godd*mn, cosmos.

“I am, and I was granted the title of Master by the kink community. However, I don't know if I can be the type of Dom you need." I wasn't lying to her. My life was chaotic, and I didn't know if I had time to have a relationship where I could work 50/50 to make us both better people on top of being a mafia boss.

A smirk fell on her lips and suddenly her fingers were curled around the button panel of my shirt and yanking me forward. Her warm breath feathered along my lips as she whispered, “Guess if I agree... you'll find out, huh?" She winked and let me go.

Fire burned in her eyes, matching mine. I wanted to teach her a lesson right there by pinning her against the wall and taking her, but I couldn't. Not until I had her consent and we had negotiated. Not until I knew her wants and needs within a relationship, her limits, and whether they matched well with mine.

“Then, let's talk, if you want to that is. I won't pressure you to," I sat up straight and tapped my fingers, one at a time, along the back of the couch.

“I'd love to," she sighed, and her lashes lowered.

“How about we finish that glass of water first, hm?" I flicked my index finger towards her half-empty glass.

She downed it and set it down on the floor beside her red heel, “Ready."

“Good," I smiled and licked my lips before continuing, “What do you want and need from a D/s relationship? I'm not talking about the s****l side of the Dominant and submissive dynamic right now."

She brought her thumbnail to her lips and nibbled on it before bringing her hand back down to her lap, “Besides what I spoke about earlier, I just need someone who can be there for me. Not all of my days are amazing, I try, but we all have our bad days. I need someone to depend on when it gets rough, someone who listens and can support me, and in turn, I want to be that person for them too."

I nodded, “I can definitely try to be there for you in the way you need, but my life is chaotic. I need someone who can keep up with that type of life and be able to comfort me when I get home from a busy day. Someone to understand that I can't disclose everything I do in my life to them, as well."

“I can understand why you would need full disclosure," she swallowed hard and still seemed to be interested.

“You don't have to decide now," I stood up to grab a stack of papers from a hidden drawer in my desk. I cleared my throat and came back to sit back down. “Here is a list of hard limits, soft limits, h*ll yeah limits, and a few other things."

I watched her lips part in wonder. A smile fell on my lips at her eagerness. This was going to be a sh*t ton of fun. “My numbers, explanations, past history, and a couple of my ex-submissives' contact information are in red ink. Don't worry, they've consented for me to use them as references for vetting purposes."

“Thank you," she took the folded paper from my hand and opened it to glance over it.

“Does the stoplight system work for safewords or do you prefer something else?" I searched from the paper to the top of her head, gazing into her until she peered up at me to give me her full attention.

“You mean the system with red, yellow, green, orange, pink, blue, and bronze?" She raised an eyebrow at me.

“Yes, that one," I smiled, licking my lips and focusing on her. “Does that one work for you as our verbal safewords, or would you prefer something different?"

“Those work," she smiled.

“And non-verbal?" I searched her gorgeous green gaze.

“Five finger system works. One for I need more, two for I can handle a little more, three for perfect, four for that last thing was a little too much, five for that last thing was WAY too intense, and flashing five fingers for full stop, or red." She ran her fingers along my papers, keeping her beautiful eyes on mine.

“Perfect, and If you ever want our negotiation and agreement to end, just use the safeword 'crimson' and it'll stop." I watched her nod, “But I'd like for you to take the night off and look it over, fill it out yourself and bring it back to me. This negotiation is not legal binding in any way, and we can renegotiate the terms at any time."

“Thank you, Master," she smiled and stood up to grab her purse from her locker before taking off.

I watched her leave with an interested expression, running my thumb along my bottom lip while I gripped my chin in thought.

***

My Kitten: I looked over your list and I'd love to give this a chance.

I had stared at the text on my burner phone first thing in the morning, lost in her words. I was beyond thrilled for the opportunity to spoil her. However, one problem remained, she was new to my club and a part of me had wondered if she was planted there. What if she knew something about who shot my underboss, then what was I supposed to mother*cking do?

I couldn't shake that f*cking nagging thought all night, and I hated it with a passion because I didn't want to think of her that way. I tapped the textbox to reply to her, 'I'm glad. Are you okay with me deciding what you wear and when you talk in certain instances? Not all the time, just in front of specific company? It'd be for your safety, kitten.'

I watched three dots undulate in the corner of my phone's screen. I waited with bated breath for her to reply.

My Kitten: I'm okay with it if our safewords are in place.

I smirked and replied to her, 'Wouldn't have it any other way. I'll send my men to come grab you.'

My Kitten: I'll gather my things.

I licked my lips with an interested expression and typed, 'Good girl', before I remembered something, 'One more thing.'

My Kitten: Yes, Master.

I growled at the name as I flexed within my annoying f*cking pants, 'How do you feel about roleplaying a kidnapping with me?'

My Kitten: Why?

I replied, 'I still have a man down that I need to figure out who is behind it. It'll make it easier for us if we keep our little fun behind closed doors and for you to continue to be my witness.'

My Kitten: Understood, as long as safewords are in play, I'm okay with it.

The feeling of relief flooded over me and I smirked, 'Perfect. See you soon, kitten.'

I shoved my phone into my back pocket and walked up to one of my newest soldiers, Nathaniel. I placed my hands in my pockets and nodded towards him, “Call the guys and grab Vivian from her house. She's seen too much."

“You got it, Boss," Nathaniel got on the phone to call up a few other soldiers