His Little One
"Do you know what a dominant and a submissive is little one?" He asked. His eyes were steady, his fingers ceased movement all together. The rain still poured around them.
She managed to shake her head.
He smirked the same mischievous knee wobbling smirk he wore whenever she was around. "I have the personality of a dominant, and you," he ran the pad of his thumb over her racing pulse. "You have the natural personality of submissive."
Why was he telling her this? He was her employer, her boss; not some intimate lover.
"Sir I don't think-"
"No no little one. You're mine now." He raised his hand and tangled it in her wet hair while the other wrapped around her waist. "I have something of yours; which leads me to believe you my little one were being very naughty."
Rosalinda was struggled to stand correctly. The skirt of her dress rose easier as it rubbed against his suit and the height difference between them made her tip toe. She hardly reached his shoulders; with his arms around her waist, she was forced to mold her wet body against his.
"What are you talking about sir?" Rosalinda looked at him as she bit her lower lip.
He lowered his head till their lips were nearly an inch apart. "I have your wet panties in my pocket."