Her thoughts digress as she eyes his leather belt. Would he spank her with it?

Daydreams darken the bright room, his words behind frosted glass. Musing what desires keep him up at night.

Chivalry didn't die with him. Does he take it to his bed? Abandon it with beauty? Is he capable of being raw?

The veins along his muscled arm pronounce themselves, handing her the manifest. She wonders what his skin tastes like. What hides behind that constant composure.

Would he fuck her throat raw? Moan as he came?

“Something on your mind?” her boss asks with a smile.