Beneath His Desk

Clara

“Good, because you’ll need your mouth for something else, princess.”

I swallowed hard, even before I dared to glance at the huge bulge under his pants. I already knew what he was about to say wasn’t going to be anything innocent. It wasn’t even the words he used, it was the one word he didn’t use.

He didn’t call me Miss Clara.

He called me princess.

Darius always used that word when we were