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Calvin

I ’ve spent most of the day mulling over my strange thoughts and feelings, my mind replaying my time in the club. There’s not a shadow of doubt I need more, want more, and if that means reaching out and asking for help to locate my girl, then so be it.

Taking a deep breath, I push back in my chair and stand.

I need a break; my head is fucked, and worse, I feel like someone has fucked with my heart.

I have this hunger inside me to want more than I’ve ever wanted before, to experience new highs, and I don’t want to do that with no one but my little sub. I need to get her on board too.

I pull open my door and head toward the restroom, but Emily bent over the photocopying machine has my footing wavering.

Jesus, that ass.

It’s even more shapely while she’s kneeling on the floor.

“Why the hell is it so backed up?” she says to herself while huffing and puffing.

Leaning against the doorframe, I struggle to keep the chuckle inside me but somehow manage as she jerks the drawer that feeds the paper into the machine out. “Stupid dumbass,” she grumbles.

Then she leans forward, and the air is stolen from my lungs because her blouse inches up, exposing her perfectly tanned skin and a tattoo.

A very fucking familiar tattoo.

A tattoo I painted with my cum multiple times.

My cock stands to attention as it dawns on me; my girl is here. She’s been right here all this time.

My little sub on her knees for me.

“I told you, you’d be crawling for me, sweetheart. Now, why’d you block me?”

She turns to face me, and her eyes widen, her luscious lips fall open, and her cheeks pinken, causing my cock to leak pre-cum and my balls to ache.

My little submissive.

Mine.