Chapter 4

ISABELLA'S POV

The pressure of working alongside Levi intensified knowing we'd be staying at the same hotel. Despite my initial urge to protest, I let it slide; we weren't sharing a room, after all. After a quick team meeting, we headed to our separate rooms. Now, lying on the bed, exhaustion weighed me down, and frustration lingered, as being near Levi stirred up unexpected desires in me. All I wanted was to sleep, but something kept me awake. I was very, very, horny, and it was all because of My boss. I need to get over Levi, but how can I do that when he’s with me every day?

I tried to sleep but I kept tussling and turning. My clit is literally breathing and begging for attention, I need to give it some pressure and orgasm or I won't be able to sleep. And I need my rest because tomorrow will be very stressful.

"Arghh!" My frustrated cry muffled into the soft fabric of the pillow, barely containing the surge of emotions within me.

With a heavy sigh, I rise from the bed and make my way to the neatly organized wardrobe in the hotel suite. Levi had arranged for me to stay in one of the finest rooms, a gesture that both surprised and delighted me, but when I tried to thank him he looked the other way. Anyway, it’s fine. I love the room.

The suite exuded an air of elegance, and having my own personal butler to assist me, particularly with my wardrobe, added an extra touch of luxury.

Sudden anticipation flooded through my veins as I retrieved my box from the depths of the wardrobe and gently lift its lid, revealing its contents. Amidst the clothes neatly folded and boxes stacked with precision, there's a small, inconspicuous box. Inside lies a bag, almost hidden from view, containing my collection of toys.

I started using them in college to help divert my attention from the overwhelming frustration of academics.

Whenever the pressure mounts on me, so does the frequency of my reliance on these toys. And in this moment, the weight of anxiety induced by stress is unbearable, so it's only right to sink into the climax to divert attention.

Can I become a fuck buddy with Levi? Will he dislike the office relationship? Can Levi be my master?

I loved the way he took charge of me today, not just taking away my anxiety but also bringing out the best in me. I need him. It felt so natural to submit to him. To obey him.

Can I ever have him?  I thought, as I brought out the bag and dropped it on my bed.

I brought out my purple vibrator from the bag. Just as I was about to lie down, my phone vibrated. It was a message from Mr. L. He had finally replied. My heart pounded with excitement, and a sudden surge of desire washed over me as I opened the message.

Mr L: Are you still looking for a master?

I lay down on my bed and spread my legs wide apart while I read his message. I kept the vibrator on low and just let it massage my clit as I reply him. I don’t want to be too carried away so I don’t lose him like Charlotte.

Me: Yes, I am. Are you ready to give me a reply now?

My mind flashes back to the moment when I couldn't breathe, and Levi was there, calmly instructing me to breathe.

Me: I'm feeling the weight of work pressure. Having someone to chat with while I tackle my tasks would be a relief.

Mr L: What's keeping you busy at work?

Me: PR, marketing, projects—basically a little bit of everything. My boss loves throwing new challenges my way.

Mr L: Sounds like your boss has a lot of faith in you.

Me: Faith, or maybe just a twisted sense of humor? Or he hates me. I think my boss hates me.

Mr L: I'd say it's faith. With great responsibility comes great trust, right? I don’t think he hates you.

Me: You can’t know that for sure. You don’t know my boss.

Mr L: True.

I moan as the pressure in my clit starts to intensify just from the conversation I was having with Mr L. I think I’m getting really attracted to him. Or maybe I’m just horny.

Me: Do you have a partner, Mr L?

Mr L: No, I don't have a partner.

Me: Same here.

Me: How about meeting up in person? Although, if we do, I'll need a detailed medical report and proof of no criminal record.

Mr L: I can send proof of no criminal record though. I don’t meet my subs in person. It’s purely an online affair. Got it?

Me: Oh. Yes. Got it.

I type out my disappointment just as my phone battery dies. "Shit!" I curse, rushing to plug it in.

When I try to stand I mistakenly increase the power of the vibrator which sends pleasure down to my very core.

Mr L can wait. I thought.

I lay down on the bed and thrust the vibrator in me as I massage my breast to thoughts of Levi. Oh, what I'll do to have him be my master. I also wonder what Mr. L looks like.

From one meeting to another, Switzerland felt like a whirlwind threatening to unravel my sanity. Now, seated in the conference room of our Swiss branch, I found myself amidst yet another session, this time with Levi meticulously scrutinizing each report for the project kickoff. Despite the intensity of the meeting, my attention was torn away as Mr. L's name popped up, signaling that he was online.

I fight to maintain focus amidst the sea of data and discussions in the meeting while I chat with Mr L hoping he would agree to be my online master.

Me: Sorry about last night, my phone died.

Mr L: No worries. So, are you an adult or still a kid?

Me: I'm 22, so technically an adult, I guess.

Mr L: Do you live with a roommate or by yourself? Any special someone? And what's been stressing you out lately?

Me: No partner, just a roommate.

Although, I don't actually have one. It's just safer to say you do when talking to strangers.

Me: And my boss is the main source of stress.

Mr L: Is the boss breathing down your neck right now? Is he by your side?

As soon as Mr. L's message popped up, I was yanked back into work mode, my focus darting between my phone screen and the conference room table where Levi sat, engrossed in his phone. His gaze suddenly lifted, and he strode over to my side, his presence looming as he scrutinized the geologists' reports. With furtive glances at Levi to ensure he wasn't observing me, I stealthily replied to Mr. L, the tension of the moment tingling down my spine.

Me: No, my boss isn't hovering over me right now.

Mr L: Good girls don't lie. Are you sure?

I glance up and notice Levi settled back in his chair at the head of the table, his gaze fixed on me with an intensity that sends a shiver down my spine, his expression unreadable.