The bittersweet smell of coffee and breakfast wafts through my room and I look at the time on my laptop, 7 in the morning, a later start than usual for me. I heard Nikki moving around in my kitchen at 5 o'clock this morning doing her best to stay quiet. I know she's making breakfast for us both, likely to apologize for last night. This isn't the first time this has happened. I sigh, closing my work to finish at the office and gather my things. I gave up sleeping around 4 after a failed cold shower. I buried myself in work which seemed to dissipate the images of Angel and Nikki, or both, in my bed, naked and exposed, begging for me. It was a long night, but I managed to get ahead on a lot of work, so I count it as productive.

I prepare myself to face Nikita, making sure my control is intact. It's been years since we played together, not since she called things off. Even when she returned I made sure to keep things platonic. Last night she caught me off guard, simultaneously reminding me why I liked fucking her so much. The way 'mistress' fell off her lips with complete submission, sensual, ready, and natural, it took everything not to slip my hands under her dress and make her scream my name. Clearing my head I get all my things and leave my room, following the smell to the kitchen.

Coffee, crepes, fruit, bacon, and potatoes, decorate my kitchen, adorned by Nikita still in her pajamas, a big t-shirt that stops at mid-thigh. "Good morning, Jade" she sets the already fixed plate and mug of coffee in front of me. Her voice is small and apologetic, avoiding my face, as she goes back to cleaning up her mess. I watch her wash dishes while I eat, her shirt raising delicately every time she reaches for something, taunting me, much like my dreams. However, this is reality and this sexy woman just made me breakfast and it's been a couple of weeks since I've had sex I could call decent.

Her body is tense and I would love to see her melt under my touch. I watch her closely, noting her stiff form trying to look relaxed. I don't know if it is because her usual confidence has turned into a shyness I remember so well around me. Or the dreams and memories that plagued me all night, but I feel my control crumbling. I'll likely regret this later.

"Come here" the command is stern and I watch as she wordlessly follows my order, drying her hands and coming to stand in front of me. I move my chair slightly back from the table and gesture to my lap, "sit". Nikki takes a shaky breath before slowly sitting on my lap. The bruises on her legs are more pronounced in this lighting and I shift, making sure she's comfortable. "Are you okay, Nikita?" I eat my bacon while she thinks over the answer, knowing what I'm referring to.

"I feel a lot better actually. I ended things with Jewel after I sobered up a bit. I'm really sorry about last night, I don't know what got into me". I look her over, gently moving the hair away from her face while cutting a middle piece of the strawberry and chocolate filled crepe. We both have a sweet tooth and after the long night we had this is perfect.

"Open" she does as I say without fight, making me smirk as I feed her the bite of crepe. Chocolate sauce is on her lips full, sweet, delicious and I feel my control snapping. I’ll deal with the consequences later. I lick the chocolate off her lips, loving the small gasp she releases.

"I'm glad you're alright Nikki" I pet her hair, combing my fingers through the silky waves, watching her throat as she swallows. She clears her throat, nodding looking everywhere but my eyes.

"Thank you for coming to get me". I hum looking her over before gripping the back of her hair. Tilting her head back her throat is exposed to me and I can’t resist giving it a low drawn out lick that makes her shudder.

“You were quite bold last night, Nikki. Such a bad girl calling me mistress and letting me grope your plump breast. You missed my hands , didn’t you?” I lightly trail my hands across her stomach until she arches up into my touch. The invitation to explore is echoed by the desperation in her voice.

“Yes...Jade please” I smirk, releasing my grip on her. She met my eyes for the first time this morning, her glaze over with desire.

“Please what?” She turns so she's straddling my waist, stripping off her shirt in one fluid motion.

“Touch me again. Nobody has made me feel what you did. Please Jade, fuck me, make me feel like you used to”. Her begging is paired with her lips kissing my neck up to my jaw. And the last bits of my resolve break.

"You're a manipulative little brat" I pulled her by her neck. My teeth graze her skin until I reach her pulsing vein, giving it a light lick, making her shudder.

"Mm...fuck...please Jade" I kiss my way down to the sweet spot above her collarbone that turns her into a squirming mess. The mark of my attention is evident and I look at the new mark with pride, that's the right way to mark a woman, especially someone like Nikita. I intend on reminding her why she hasn't been able to find someone like me since she decided to end things. She begins grinding her naked pussy against my body, moaning at the friction as she seeks relief. Her juices soak my clothes and I feel myself dampen and grow irritated. I wasn't planning on changing my clothes but now I don't have a choice. I roughly grab her waist, stopping her movements, smacking her ass with my other hand. She yelps, gasps and moans, as I smack her ass again, rubbing the reddening flesh.

"You dirty little slut look what your wet pussy did to my clothes". I move her back so she's at the end of my knee. Her hooded eyes look at the clear wet spot on my white shirt and she bites her lip, looking every bit mischievous.

"I'm sorry mistress".

"You don't look the slightest bit sorry" I grab a hold of her hair, pulling her close, purposely letting her pussy rub against my leg. I make sure to apply pressure to her clit, making her sag against me as I move my leg to massage her pussy. She's a moaning mess in my lap and I feel her juices soak to my leg.

"Jade, please".

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"Please what?"

"Fuck me. Let me cum for you".

"Hm, you don't deserve it though".

"No, but you do and nobody fucks me like you". I roll my eyes, pushing her off my lap and standing, before turning her around so her back is facing me. She uses her hands to brace herself on the counter and I briefly memorize her form. Bent over, legs slightly spread, waiting for anything I have for her. She was always one of my favorite clients, which is why she got moved up to my submissive. Shame she had to end it all just as it was getting good. I have no intention of picking up what was left behind, but I'm open to some careless casual sex. I pick up the spatula she was using to cook, not bothering to wash it off as I go over to an awaiting Nikita.

"What's your safe word?"

"Red".

"Such a good girl, bent over and waiting for me. I can see your pussy glistening and the juices trickling down your creamy thighs. You're so wet Nikki". Her body shivers at my words as she pokes her ass out. She lets out a small moan, wiggling her hips as I trail the tip of the rubber spatula up her legs, my hands caressing her naked body.

"Yes, please. I'm so wet for you mistress, I-oh" her words are cut off by a gasp as I smack the apex of her thigh and ass.

"I told you not to call me that" I smack to her ass, letting the sound of rubber meeting skin, followed by moans, fill the kitchen. The wetness between my legs intensifies but I maintain my control. Nikki’s ass is a delicate red when I’m done. I step back and admire my handy work. Each cheek received 10 slaps and by the time I finished, her legs were shaking. Even still she's trembling and begging.

“Jade I can't take anymore...please I need you to fuck me”. I look over at my needy friend, almost feeling sorry for the girl. I can practically see the sexual frustration rolling off of her in waves.

“I only fuck my subs Nikita and people I'll never see again, you know this”. She turns to beg as my phone starts ringing the device not stopping her attempt at seduction. I step back, answering my phone while Nikki pouts and begs. I roll my eyes, grasping her neck before she has the chance to touch me again. She takes the hint and keeps her mouth shut, allowing me to give my attention to my phone.

“Yes Imani?” I finally address my assistant, keeping my eyes locked on Nikki. I knew I should've gone straight to work this morning.

“Ma'am, your mother is here...and she made the barista cry. She insists on waiting for you in your office”. I release Nikki and leave the kitchen. Whenever my mother visits the office something goes wrong. Or we end up arguing because she brings up marriage and children. With this stupid event coming up she's been more persistent that I go with Donovan Mitchell. A pompous, chauvinistic, egotistical ass who thinks women belong nowhere near business. I need Angel to agree to this deal.

I change and leave for work not regarding Nikki again. She needs to get fucked because this is getting out of hand. As a former domme this lack of control is bothersome, but I have bigger problems than Nikita. I need a backup plan for the slim possibility of Angel declining the deal and the event. I almost regret giving her until Thursday to come up with an answer, although it gives me time to think of a backup plan.

I can always find someone willing to sign a non-disclosure agreement. But trust and a connection are the key to pulling off a ruse like this. I know Angel and I could develop a mutual trust. Our connection was established the moment my hand wrapped around her delicate neck. The way her lips parted in surprise, her legs clenched due to arousal, she's tantalizing. I will do what it takes to taste her sweet sin on my tongue. I use my private elevator to go up to my office. Imani is at her desk waiting for me and she stands as I approach.

"Good morning ma'am. Your meeting with the finance board has been moved back, courtesy of Mrs. Knight. Your P.R team is waiting for your approval for the photos on your recent day out with Ms. Raya and her daughter. Also there is a new restaurant requesting a consultation. Projections for the newest projects are on your desk, as well all the documents concerning the hotel. Mrs. Knight is waiting in your office".

"Thank you Imani" I prepare myself for the ridicule as I enter my office where my mother sits behind the desk.

"It doesn't look good when the boss can't show up for work on time. What kind of impression is that on your employees? It obviously shows the lack of professionalism in this company these days. They can't even make a decent cup of coffee". My mother doesn't let me put my things down before she starts with her critique of my abilities. Despite building this company 2 times bigger than past CEOs, her husband included.

"Good afternoon to you, mother".

"It is nearly ten o'clock".

"Is there something you need, mother? I have a lot of work to do".

"Yes, as a matter of fact there is. Who are you bringing to the charity dinner?"

"I fail to see how that concerns you, mother".

"Do not be smart, Jade. I have taken it upon myself to send a special invite to Donovan Mitchell and his mother".

"You are free to invite who you please, but I will not be entertaining a man like Donovan. He's not worth half of my time".

"That man is the richest banker and investor in the United States, I do not see a better choice".

"I do not need his money, mother, I have my own, besides Donovan is an ugly, misogynistic, pompous, pervert".

"Watch your mouth" I roll my eyes at my mother, feeling a headache forming at my temple.

"My love life should not concern you or father, I do not understand why you two are so insistent on this".

"We just want the best for you".

"I think you mean the best for the business".

"They're one and the same, now what are you wearing? I can send Francisco to your house to give you a full makeover. You're looking a tad rough and appearances are everything". My mother continues to ramble on, luckily she moves to sit on the couch. I get to work tuning her out as I look over all the paperwork on my desk. She continues talking for an hour when my intercom finally interrupts her nagging voice.

"Ma'am, there is Ms. Raya here to see you. She doesn't have an appointment but says it won't take long". I smirk at the perfect timing of all of this. Hopefully, Angel has come to agree because I need my mother away and off my ass.

"What kind of client doesn't make an appointment for a meeting?" I stand and fix myself, wanting to look my best for when she agrees. I move to open the door for her personally, that seems like something I'd do if I were serious about her. If Angel does agree we might as well start the ruse now.

I open the door and she immediately freezes from her spot in front of the door. Since I'm in heels I'm taller than her, adding to the intimidation factor which I love. She's dressed in a black flower print spaghetti strap dress that stops at mid thigh. The dress screams innocence, but the way she's staring at me says she's more devious than she lets on.

"Hello Angel, perfect timing".