A/N: So, this story is AU - Oliver is CEO, and Felicity is in the IT Department

Warnings: Dom/Sub type relationship, and story will have this theme throughout and strong sexual content!

I understand that this is not everyone's cup of tea, so if this is not for you please don't read! Those of you who like to see a 'Bossy Oliver' please enjoy ;)

A huge thanks to Angela who has really supported me through writing this and giving me confidence to actually post it!

Chapter 1

Staring out into the nightlife of Starling City, Oliver sighed, he ran a hand through his hair and looked at the darkened buildings he could see in the glades to the fancier, stealthier looking buildings in the wealthy parts of the city. Just because he grew up with the Queen family name on his shoulders and everything that came along with it, including more money than anyone could possibly need, didn't mean that he didn't wish he could do things for the less wealthy. Though he did his fair share of charity events, he wasn't too sure if that money actually went to anyone in the glades. Every time his driver drove him through the glades all he saw was dealers on the street, innocent women being mugged. It made his stomach turn every time he saw it. Of course no one knew of his donations, to the world beyond his window he was Oliver Queen, playboy millionaire. Only taking up position of CEO to pass the time before he finds another heart to break. Oliver didn't deny that. In truth he hated being CEO, it was something that needed to be done. His father had insisted he take his rightful position as head of the company, it had been his last wish before he had died and Oliver had spent so much of his life disappointing his father he wanted to fulfil his last wish, even if he knew it wouldn't be forever. He would give it a year, maybe two before he found someone else to take the company, someone he could trust with it. Someone who wouldn't disappoint his father and ruin the company's name.

There was a hesitant knock on the door, and Oliver turned his head. "Enter." He sighed. Heels clicked against the floor and Oliver raised an eyebrow at the woman who entered. "IT?" Oliver asked.

"Yes. I'm Felicity. I'm...Yes. I'm IT." The young girl, no older than 22 bowed her head shyly under Oliver's gaze. Oliver licked his lips slowly as his eyes roamed over her. She was tall, her heels adding a few inches to give that impression, she wore a pink and white shirt - a little baggy - and a black pencil skirt showing off her toned legs. "I was told you were having problems with your computer…"

"I spilt my latte." Oliver said shaking his head and gestured to the computer. "I asked someone to come up immediately...It's been two hours."

"Sorry...We were really busy." Felicity chewed her lip and Oliver wondered why she was so nervous. Was it in her nature? Or was it because he was CEO and she was a junior in her field.

"I'm the CEO. Surely if I clicked my fingers someone should come running? What use is having my own company if I can't even get any work done because the IT department fail to send someone…"

"No Sir...It's...There was a security breach...I'm the only one on call tonight, there's a party and everyone else...they went...so it's just me downstairs, not that I mind...I mean partying is not my style...and...I'm sorry no one told you of the wait." Felicity stopped her ramble by pinching at her hand. Oliver watched it with a raised eyebrow, his lips curling at the corners. She was very endearing.

"How long will it take you to fix it?" Oliver asked. Felicity finally walked forward and Oliver watched her closely. Felicity stared at the keys on the laptop and mumbled something to herself before trying to turn it on, she examined it for a few minutes and Oliver coughed and repeated the question.

"Sorry...I could have it done within the hour for you." Felicity said. "And I can get you a replacement one until then." She said and looked up at him, her glasses sliding slightly down her nose and she pushed them up quickly.

"It's late." Oliver mused. "Did you say you were the only one working?"

"Yes...There's a party. Everyone left…" Felicity sighed and looked down.

"And you don't like parties?" Oliver hummed, he leaned back against his desk crossing his feet.

"No...Well I'm not a bore...I like parties just...Not partying with them...Not that there's anything wrong with them but everyone is different and like different things and going to a club and...that's not me."

Oliver listened to the words she was saying, and his mind was filling in all of the blanks that she wasn't saying and smirked. "And what is you?"

"I...I'll...I don't…" She chewed her lip and pinched her hands again and Oliver smirked at the action. "Would you like me to get you a replacement computer sir?"

"Yes. Please. I will make do with that tonight. I'll expect my laptop to be fixed in the morning."

"I can do it for you within the hour…"

"By the morning is fine." Oliver cut in and Felicity's mouth fell shut. Felicity nodded and picked up the laptop she mumbled that she would bring his laptop up now and he nodded and turned his back to her, dismissing her.

Once the door was closed Oliver hummed to himself, he turned his attention back to the window and sighed once again. This time his head wasn't full of thoughts of the Glades and how he wanted to desperately do something to help them, instead it was full of Felicity. Oliver's past as an eccentric playboy had left him to discover a lot sexually. The girls who flung themselves at him bored him, yes they had been fun as a teenager, they got to be a much desired notch on his bedpost and he got to have his way with them, explore his sexual nature. But now, hitting his thirties Oliver had learned exactly what he wanted and he knew just how to get it. Romance bored him, very rarely did he crave wanting to hold or cherish a woman. It wasn't for him. Maybe in a few years he would settle down, maybe start a family but right now when it came to women he liked and wanted one thing from them: control. And he had a slight inkling that Felicity was experienced to the same thing as him.

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Felicity walked down to the IT department and leaned against the wall, she took a shaky breath and held herself. Her first encounter with Oliver Queen and it was a complete train crash! She cursed herself silently as she played over her nervous encounter with him. She had been frazzled going up there and she knew she could have handled herself better, she had babbled and rambled away and had to control herself. It had been a long time since she had any help with controlling her nervous moments but she was glad that the tricks she had been taught seem to work. She could still feel the way Oliver's eyes had been burning into her every time he she had punched her hands or bit her lip, she could still feel the way her body heated under his gaze.

Placing his computer down, she grabbed a replacement one and a case slipping it in making sure that there was a charger for it. She put the strap on her shoulder and headed back to the elevator, leaning against the side as the lift took her up. She thought briefly to her friends who were at the club, probably drinking and making idiots of herself. She had turned down the offer, as she had said to Oliver it wasn't what she was into. Being around people made her nervous. She liked smaller groups, where her mind didn't have to make too many decisions. She preferred it when she didn't have to make decisions at all. It's why she struggled in relationships; she didn't want the romantic hand holding, or snuggling, not really. She craved the attention and the warmth of just belonging to someone.

The doors opened and she walked back towards Oliver's office, she knocked on the door but there was no answer, looking through the glass she couldn't see Oliver and figured he must be getting a coffee or something. She pushed the door open figuring she would just leave it on the desk. Doing it quickly, she placed it in the middle and turned around not expecting to see Oliver a startled scream left her lips and she fell backwards. If Oliver hadn't put an arm out to catch her she would have easily fallen to the floor.

"Do you often come into offices with no invitation?" Oliver smirked down at her, his hand still resting on her lower back where he had caught her. Felicity found herself not wanting him to move away. There was something firm in the way he held her. Something that made her knees buckle against him. Something she was certain he had noticed.

"I knocked and waited but there was no answer. I wanted to put the laptop on your desk." She says and a part of her tries to sound confident but under his strong gaze she knows she fails.

"Next time you will wait until I call you in. If I am not in the office you wait." He finally moves away and she can still feel a burn against her skin going straight to her centre.

"Yes sir. Sorry sir." She whispered and took a step backwards.

"Are you working all night?" Oliver asked moving to his desk and sitting down.

"I was supposed to finish at six sir. But everyone else left. It's required to have at least one IT staff in the building at all times." Felicity looked down.

"And what time did you start this morning?" Oliver asks and she wonders why he cares. Why is he showing such an interest in her?

"Seven." She replied.

"I'll make sure that you are paid extra for your over time and hard work tonight. I will also inform the head of your department that you will be taking tomorrow off with full pay."

"You don't..."

"It's done." Oliver said cutting her off. "I reward those that are good to me Felicity. And you've been good to me tonight." Felicity bows her head not wanting him to see the crimson blush that has spread over her cheeks. "I do agree with the policy that there be an IT staff on site. But make sure you rest and eat."

"Yes sir." Felicity breathes. She waits to see if there was anything else but when Oliver opens his laptop she takes that as her dismissal and heads back down to the IT department a warm feeling running through her at the way Oliver has touched and spoken to her. Could it be that Oliver was what she had so desperately been craving?