Welcome to this new story! This scintillating tale will be a 2 or 3 shot but the nice thing about one shot month is there's no waiting! It's a little short today it was a busy Monday but I have Monday, Tuesday and Wednesday night marked out for this story.

This story is dedicated to Stohners who requested it!

Warning! This story deals with a true dominant/submissive relationship of both a sexual and non-sexual nature.

Legal: I own nothing but the idea

Important things to know before reading:

*Owen is 27 and Clare is 26, they both work for the same company in Northern California

*Adam never died but broke up with Becky in senior year

*Clare and Drew did have sex but she never got pregnant

*Clare went to Columbia and dated Eli for a short time before they broke up deciding to only be friends

That should do it I hope you enjoy this first chapter. Because it was shorter than intended it all ended up in Clare's pov.

Ch. 1 Breathless Kiss

(CLARE)

"Red or blue? Red or blue?" I say to myself looking at the same image one with a red background and one with a blue background. "Ugh," I huff tossing the pictures down and putting my head in my hands on the desk. My head is so burnt out by a day of making decisions I often feel like no one in my department has a mind of their own. "What?" I bark when there's a knock at my door.

"I thought I was the only one still here what are you doing here so late?" Owen questions stepping into my office.

Being Vice President of Brand and Image Consulting at Vidsat Media was not the job I'd set out to get when I graduated from Columbia. It is however where I'd ended up and I'd climbed the ladder fast. I now had a good job and great salary, the job had moved me to Silicon Valley, California so I was pretty far from my parents but Jake was in California and so was Adam. Eli was often in the state for work and my job had me traveling quite a bit. I loved my job at first, I don't exactly hate it now but I don't love it either. Owen had gone to school in San Francisco and after graduating and working a few jobs he ended up at Vidstat. Of course he was entry level and I was already on the 15th floor with my own office, I didn't even know he worked here until six months after he started and I saw him in the lobby. He's moved his way up too, he now has a position in the research department which is part of my department. He doesn't answer directly to me however, the head of his department answers to the head of another department who then answers to me.

Even though we hadn't exactly been friends in school or even talked really it was nice to have someone I'd known for so long around the office. Not that my job offered much time for socializing but Owen and I had gone out for a couple of drinks, even gotten a few meals together. Usually we only saw each other at the office though and since I was typically too busy to go down and see him in his cubicle Owen was in the habit of coming up to my office. Sometimes just to check in or to get away from his work for a few minutes or to get me away from my work for a few moments. Occasionally he'd bring me food or coffee although I do have a secretary who does that, but I think Owen likes coming up to the executive floor and hanging out in my large office.

"Trying to make decisions. I've been making decisions all week I'm burnt out on decisions I honestly don't think I have an opinion on whether that print looks better with a blue background or a red background," I comment pointing to the papers I tossed on the floor and Owen picks them up to look.

"You don't have an opinion on whether the red or blue looks better?" He asks arching an eyebrow.

"It's not just about what color looks better it's what does the color say about the picture," I remark standing up and taking the red one from him. "Does this say that this man is honest and trustworthy? This is all I do anymore make decisions on things like that. I sit at my desk and make decisions all day long. Then I go home and toss and turn in my bed wondering if I made the right decision and worried about the decisions I'm going to have to make tomorrow. I'm so burnt out on making decisions I can barely think about anything. I'm Vice President of giving orders and making these decisions on every little aspect of e…"

"Kiss me," Owen orders cutting me off. The funny thing is I obey, I stop talking, put my hand at the back of his neck and press our lips together. It's the first time I haven't had to make a decision or think about something I just did as commanded. It's a brief and soft kiss, I pull away after a couple of seconds and begin to open my mouth but Owen gives me another order. "Unbutton your blouse," he says.

Without thinking at all, and even before I fully realize I'm doing so I unbutton the first two buttons of my blouse. Owen walks to my office door and locks it although we're probably the only ones here besides the cleaning crew and they never get to my office before 2AM.

"More unbutton it all the way," he commands as he closes the curtains in my office as I continue unbuttoning my blouse. Closing my curtains is kind of pointless because my windows are tinted and we're 15 floors up so no one could see in anyway. "Take it off," he says standing in front of me again and watching me disrobe.

I don't think, I don't analyze the situation or worry what he'll think of me I just do as I'm told. The only thought in my mind is wondering where this is leading, it's one single thought and it's been so long since I've had just one thought and not a million in my head at once that it's quite peaceful.

"Now the skirt," Owen commands and down comes my skirt, I unzip it and let it fall to the floor then step out of it. Now I'm wearing only a bra, panties, garter belt, stockings and heels. "Sit in your chair," he instructs and I do so.

He walks over and stands right in front of me, unzipping his pants and taking them down with his boxers. His erection springs free, I had no idea he was so big or that I got him so hard. I bite my lip in anticipation and thrilled excitement, he holds him and brushes one hand into my hair tilting my head up to look at him with a firm but gentle grip.

"Take me in your mouth," he instructs and my lips part.

Putting my head down I take his man-meat between my lips and I encase the head in my lips. Owen removes his hand, I wrap my hand around the base and begin stroking as my lips and tongue coax him to climax. Owen grips into my hair, firm but gentle, he moves my head along his stiff cock. Every so often he'll give me another command such as "suck now" or "swirl your tongue around the head" basically instructing on exactly how to perform fellatio on him. I know when he's about to pop when he tenses up and grips into my hair keeping me on him. His thick hot seed shoots into my mouth, Owen lets ago of my hair and his body shakes a little and I swallow his Owen seed. Owen releases a breath and fixes his clothes.

"How do you feel? What did you think?" Owen asks.

"I didn't need to think at all it was quite peaceful in my head which is a miracle. It was surprising but I actually liked it. I enjoyed relinquishing all the decision making power to you. Not having to think or make a decision. It was thrilling and titillating and the only thought I had was wondering where it would lead."

"I liked having all the power. Your job gives you power and you do nothing but make decisions. In my position I have no power and I never make any decisions and I have people barking orders at me all day. I enjoyed being able to give orders," Owen grins pulling me up and kissing me gently. "Did you enjoy it enough to do more? I know I did but I was in the dominant role."

"I did, relinquishing power and decision making was freeing. Having the trust in you not to go too far there was something oddly comforting and nurturing in that. We have to be completely professional at work though, I am your boss during business hours."

"Of course our dom/sub relationship will be only weekends and some evenings after work. Uh my apartments kind of small but…"

"We'll use my place and we can use my office but only after nine, like tonight, when I'm sure everyone else has gone home. So weekends and sometimes after work I'll be your submissive. I feel like we need some kind of agreement."

"We can make one but don't you have a decision to make first?" Owen comments retrieving the papers from the floor and holding them up by his face, "Red or blue?"

"Blue it projects confidence and yet tranquility," I reply taking the blue one from him. I grab a sticky note from my desk and write This one on the sticky note and put it on the picture. "I just need to put this on Della's desk and then I can go," I tell Owen.

"I'll put it on Della's desk you get dressed again," Owen says taking it from me. "Text me your address I'll meet you there," Owen says giving me a tender kiss and then smacking my ass before he leaves my office.

I retrieve my clothes and get dressed again. I have no more decisions to make, at least until eight tomorrow morning and that's a nice feeling. I lock my office and go down to my car driving home. Owen is already parked outside of my place when I get there; I grab my briefcase and get out of the car.

"Nice place," Owen remarks.

"Thanks it's a bit of a commute but I have a fabulous view from here," I reply as I unlock the door and turn off the alarm. Owen steps into the house and I lock the door, he looks around the great room. "I'll get my laptop and we can write up a dominant/submissive contract and print it out. But maybe we should order food first," I comment as my stomach growls.

"Nothing delivers this late in the burbs I'll go pick up food and you can get started on the contract. When I get back you will be naked," Owen orders taking my chin and giving me a tender kiss.

Owen leaves and I go upstairs to my laptop, I turn it on and begin typing out a contract. I have no idea what to put in this so I'm just going on instinct. I'm about halfway done when I hear Owen returning and I quickly get undressed. He grins when he comes in and sees me naked; licking his lips as he takes my hand and sets the food in the kitchen. We eat at my table and he looks over what I have in the contract, we spend the next couple of hours tweaking it for the both of us. It states that I will be Owen's submissive every weekend, unless one of us is previously committed, and evenings after work when we both agree. As his submissive I surrender to him entirely my mind and body, Owen will make all the decisions and I will do anything he commands. If I don't do as he commands he can punish me. We already talked about what I was comfortable with and what I wasn't. When we're at work we remain professional and Owen is no longer the dominant.

"We'll seal the deal by making love, lead the way to your bedroom," Owen says. I stand up and take Owen's hand pulling him up the stairs to the bedrooms. "What's this?" Owen questions when he pushes open the door to the third bedroom which is currently empty other than a bed.

"It's a spare room, I keep meaning to set it up as a second guest bedroom but I've never gotten around to it. Anyway the only people that have ever needed to stay here are Jake and Adam and they've never visited together."

"From now on it will be our room," Owen tells me and then we go into my bedroom at the end of the hall. Owen looks around my room and then turns to me; he cups my face and tenderly takes my lips. "Undress me," he orders when he takes his lips away.

I smile and take his jacket off, loosen his tie, and then slowly unbutton his shirt. I take it off him, and then his undershirt. Owen sits down on the bed and I take his shoes and socks off. He stands again and I try to stand but he puts his hand on my shoulder to keep me on my knees, he's not forceful just commanding. I stay on my knees and unzip his slacks taking them down with his boxers, when they're at his ankles he steps of out of them. He picks me up and sets me on the bed and starts trailing open mouth kisses along my neck as his hands caress down my body.

It's as if his hands are electrifying my skin, I can feel the heat from his hands before he touches my skin. I bite my lip and my back arches, I've surrendered to him so completely and even the thrill of that is exciting. After exploring my skin and kissing my neck and above my collar bone Owen takes my breasts in his hands. He grips them firmly and I gasp, biting my lip. Owen releases my breasts and then moves down my body, he coaxes my legs apart and encases my left nipple in his lips. He sucks on my nipple, flicking it with his tongue as his fingers brush my pussy lips. Two of his fingers slide into me, twisting around and opening me up and evoking a moan from my lips. He adds another finger as his lips move to my other nipple and I moan even louder.

After a couple of moments Owen releases my nipple and removes his fingers. He licks two of his fingers and holds the other two my lips. I clean it of my juices and then Owen kisses me, tasting my flavor frim his fingers to my lips to his. Owen continues kissing me and strokes himself to get entirely hard and then he penetrates. I grin and moan, arching my back and gripping his arms. After being naked for most of the evening, what happened at the office and two hours of talking about what we was acceptable for each of us sexually we're both extremely aroused and it doesn't take too long to get to the point of climax. We reach orgasm together crying out as our bodies shake. Owen slows down before pulling out and lying next to me. He puts his arm out and I lie on his chest.

"Can I ask you something?" I question slowly dragging a finger over his chest.

"What is it?"

"Why don't you have a girlfriend?"

"I've had several but it tends to end badly, I was dating a girl a few months back but it ended with an epic fight. Most of them do, it seems like I'm with a girl for a few months and she's suddenly talking marriage and I just am not ready to get married. But tell that to most women and they suddenly think you don't love them. My turn why don't you have a boyfriend?"

"No time, my job is all consuming even when I'm home I'm usually distracted by work and men hate that. Not to mention that I'm a vice president with a sizeable income and men usually feel inferior when you have a better job and make more money than they do."

"Well I don't feel inferior but I should get home we both have work tomorrow," he comments. He gets up and gets dressed again while I grab my robe. I walk him to my front door and he gives me a soft kiss, "See you tomorrow."

I grin and lock the door when he's gone setting my alarm. I turn off the lights downstairs and return to my bedroom anticipating what tomorrow, and this new agreement, will bring me.

So the update tomorrow, which will hopefully be longer, will begin with them at work most likely. It will include at least Friday night and possibly go into the weekend.