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-ONE SHOT-

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Whatever Jane wants, Jane gets. Mark Thresher learned that the hard way when she first entered his office and turned his life upside down. He could still feel the crack of her whip against his skin and her voice in his ears. "Now what was my salary?"

"Whatever you want! I don't care! Just be gentle, please! Just don't hurt me, please! Just don't hurt me!" He folded like a house of cards. Jane was right, though he'd never admit it aloud to anyone but her if she demanded it.

She'd accused him of being a confused little boy deep down inside who didn't like being the boss. She'd said that he'd rather someone else be the boss. That he would rather be her subordinate instead and demanded that he take off his clothes like he did her earlier. Their roles had been completely reversed and she was the one in charge.

She ordered him to get down on his knees and he complied. She asked if he would be a good boy for her, and he complied. She asked him if he promised to do every little thing she told him to do, and he complied. "That's a good boy. We know who's the boss now, don't we Mark?"

The memory of that day would forever live in the CEO's head rent free. For the first time in his life, he'd been completely dominated by a woman, and said woman used him however she saw fit whenever they were alone together. There were no other women in his life anymore, just Jane.

She'd come to him in the hopes of getting a job and in the end, she'd gotten what she wanted. Mark Thresher was the boss in title only, Jane was the one who called the shots. The buxom blonde was the one steering the ship, and he was just along for the ride.

What a ride it's been too. He handled the business side of things that Jane wasn't interested in while she reaped the benefits. Her made up position high in the company was basically boiled down to all perks and no real work. Though she did make sure to reward him whenever he did something good.

He was whipped and wrapped completely around her little finger. To further secure her new position in life, and to finally get her father off her back, she made sure he knocked her up and married her. He just couldn't resist when she put him in that position, even though he wasn't really interested in having kids. The wedding was expensive as all hell too. He still couldn't believe he'd actually spent five million dollars on the whole affair.

Sometimes he sat in his office... Jane's office and wondered what would've happened if he'd made a different decision and just gave her a regular job within his company like she originally wanted or turned her away. Perhaps he'd still be a bachelor and could pretend he was still the big man on campus. He'd like that, but at the same time then he'd have to give up the little girl who'd grown on him over the years.

"Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Look at what I drew!"

The sound of little Suvanna's voice in his ear made him smile. He may not have wanted kids in the beginning, but she was just such a ray of sunshine in his life under his dominatrix of a wife. The middle-aged CEO sighed as he leaned back at his desk.

There wasn't much for him to do today, and he didn't have any appointments scheduled so it was just him alone with his thoughts and computer. His life really hadn't gone the way he expected. He still became a CEO like he always dreamed, but now he had a wife and kid and the former was the one who sat at the head of the table.

Oddly enough, despite all the moaning and complaining he could do when he was all by himself, he didn't actually mind where he was in life. Things might not have gone exactly as planned but his life wasn't terrible. He had a good job, a nice house, a big car, a wife, kid, and a small dog. He was literally living the American dream. Wasn't that what everyone strived for at the end of the day, the American dream?

Thresher shook his head. He was thinking too much. It wasn't a perfect life, but it was his and he was going to enjoy the small pleasures it provided like... Oh, his secretary was paging him. "What is it, Constance?"

"Your wife is here to see you, sir." came the bored voice of the woman over the line.

Oh, Jane was here. Already he could feel his blood rushing faster. "Send her in."

Just like that the line went dead and the door to his office opened to reveal his wife Jane, strutting in like she owned the place. In a way she did, even if her name wasn't on the paperwork. She was even dressed in the exact same outfit as the day she first walked into his office looking for a job.

"Take your damn clothes off!" He demanded.

"You promise I'll get the job if I do this one thing Mr. Thresher." She asked innocently.

"I give you my personal guarantee my dear." He promised.

He may be a scumbag, but he was also a man of his word most of the time. Would he have given Jane job if the script hadn't been flipped so drastically? Probably. "Well, I guess it'll be alright, won't it?"

"Of course it'll be alright. You'll be very happy working under me."

"Well, okay then." Jane agreed.

He'd been internally salivating. He thought getting Jane to agree to his proposal was his moment of triumph. He didn't want to just undress her with his eyes. He wanted to devour her in mind, body, and soul. He wanted to let loose and let his most perverse desires guide him. "That's better, that's the spirit, I knew you could do it. Hope you don't mind being videotaped."

As he reached under his desk to activate the hidden camera that was really only ever supposed to be used for security purposes, she uttered something that took him completely by surprise. "Mark, how did you know?"

He curiously asked. "Know what?"

Jane unbuttoned the front of her blazer and answered. "That I like this kinky stuff."

What followed was a long session of pleasure and pain that let him know just who the real boss was. The door to his office shut jane made sure to lock it behind her. "Mark." She spoke in a sing-song voice.

"Jane." He smiled nervously. She only locked the door when...

She strode over to his desk with a sway in her hips and leaned forward on it with her hands, giving him a clear view of the cleavage window her blazer provided. He could feel his heartrate increase and his blood rapidly rushing down south. "Mark, baby...?"

He gulped. "W-What can I do for you, honey?"

Jane was starting to smirk now. "Did you forget? We were going to discuss my raise today."

"Raise?" Oh, that's right. He totally forgot about that.

"Yes, my raise." She scoffed before leaning off his desk and reaching for the buttons on her blazer. Mark Thresher could only look on as if in a trance as the blazer fell to the floor and his wife stood before him with her hands on her hips and an annoyed look in her eyes. "It looks like I'll just have to jog your memory."

"Be gentle." He whimpered. Although he knew Jane wouldn't be and he looked scared, on the inside he was excited. He knew what was coming next and watched his wife's annoyed scowl morph into a smug smirk before dropping her skirt and kicking it aside.

"Oh please, I know you secretly like it rough." She teased, walking around his desk and grabbing him by the tie.

Mark Thresher folded like he always did around Jane and confessed what she already knew was true." Yeah, I do."

"Of course you do." She giggled before releasing her husband. She reached into his bottom drawer to retrieve her favorite toy. The very same one that sowed seeds of fear and bliss into him. Mostly fear. He eyed the long black whip and shuttered. Jane walked back to the other side his desk and cracked it across the top, startling the CEO. "Now... Take your damn clothes off!"

"Yes ma'am! Right away!"

Jane crossed her arms with a content look on her face as she watched the CEO drop to his knees and frantically begin to strip. She was the boss around here and at home. This was her story and Mark should feel honored she let him be a main character in it.

FIN...!