The world sees the tailored silhouette, the unwavering stare across the negotiation table. What they don't see is the ghost of last night's marks still tender on my skin, hidden beneath silk. I signed a contract today that will make our competitors weep. My mind, however, was replaying the sound of his belt hitting the floor, the guttural command that turned my spine to liquid. He doesn't just fuck me; he unravels me. Every 'yes, sir' I whisper is a secret I hold against the world. My power is absolute because I have given him the key to every single lock. The board fears my silence. I crave the silence he imposes upon me with his hand around my throat. The duality isn't a burden—it's the ultimate aphrodisiac. Knowing I could have anything, but only truly want the bruising grip on my hips and the feeling of being completely, utterly owned.