Muse: The Sub Editor
A quick stop in and out rushing pass crowd after crowd,
Bumping and tearing at my sensitive shoulder,
He bumped me so hard my coffee fell to the floor,
Drenched and flooded the inside of my Docs and the trench of his coat,
He rushed down to his knees dapping my shoes with napkin after napkin,
He pleaded so sensitively and sincere,
I brushed the top of his head smoothing my hand down to his chin to force his face up at me,
Brown mink coat straight from the desert of wolves,
Pale skin to match the winter breeze,
He looked up slowly grasping every inch of my attire and then struck by beauty,
His eyes stuck in lust,
His his heart captured with the wetness of my coffee filled finger tips,
Mind pondering if the curtain matched the drapes that matched the soulful bliss caught in the corner of my eye,
Lips pricked together shaking in thought,
Maam, I'm sorry please let me buy you another,
I nodded yes with a smirk on my face,
He proceeded to ask me how I like it,
I choked on whatever coffee I had left in my mouth, You mean the coffee right,
We both giggled and stared back into the corners of each other eyes,
He told me he liked my sense of humor and gave me his card,
He was an editor for a magazine, I texted the number immediately..Bec
A text soon came back with an address and a time,
Days had passed and another text came through,
Still on for breakfast?
We had met at his office on the highest tower of the tallest building,
I had arrived to an office put together in perfection with a coffee station only one could dream of,
A french press with hazelnut swirl creamer,
I turned around to face him and there he was already breathing slowly down the side of my face,
I thought I had seen your face before but it was your rings I had recognized,
Your a writer aren't you, he asked,
I read some of your poems and have to stop myself from loosing control,
Have you ever been faced in real life with one of your stories he asked,
If not I have a collar in my desk right now,
My eyes grew bigger and bigger as the questions continued to come,
Barely escaping words from my mouth,
He held his hands up to my lips,
Shhhh,
The blinds came down with a smooth snap of his fingers,
My heart begins to race,
My hands start to sweat,
Ken pulls out a bull whip as long as each end of the base boards,
I only caught his name by looking at the name tag on his desk as I bent down to sit my coffee,
I began to unbutton my dress and he stopped my hands in the mist,
He whispered it is you I want to dominate me,
I have never met a woman capable of showing my submissive side to,
With out any questions I grabbed the end of the bull whip and cracked it so far back in excitement it hit the glass behind me and shattered the window,
I quickly buttoned my dress and grabbed my coffee and ran out of the office,
The whole elevator ride down I couldn't stop laughing,
Reaching for the thin air my breath was stuck gasping,
Once I reached the bottom floor there he was standing outside of the elevator,
Hands out with an apology clawing his lips,
I put my hands over his lips and whispered,
Submit to me...
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