Just as she was about to leave, Cass watched him get on his knees and place his hands on his lap, one over the other.
"Anything you tell me to, Cassandra." He followed her every movement, his eyes jumping around her face, looking for any sign of wha...
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Ent watched in awe as Cass entered his dimly lit bar. Her flowy, grey summer dress was swaying elegantly with every step she took. Her open-toed black heels clicked against the hardwood floor as she made her way toward the counter. Ent couldn't help but stare at her.
Given her sophisticated attire, he suspected she was coming straight from the office. Her dress was cinched at the waist, showing off her figure, and her matching black blazer looked like something a manager wore to work.
It was nearly 3 AM and the bar was still busy with customers winding down after a long week. Servers hurried from table to table, taking orders and serving drinks. Ent was surprised to see Cass at the bar at such a late hour.
He couldn't help but wonder why she had come so late, but he was too stunned by her presence to ask. She rarely came to the bar anymore.
Cass just nodded at Ent before walking into his office.
He tried to ignore the thought, but she always crept back into the back of his mind, and he couldn't concentrate on work. He even gave a couple of customers the wrong orders.
As he finished up with the last customer, Ent couldn't resist the temptation any longer. He made his way to his office, knocking softly before entering.
She was sitting on the sofa with her laptop on her lap, wholly engrossed in her work. He stood there for a moment, taking in the sight of her, before closing the door and locking it behind himself.
Ent didn't walk further into the room or say anything to her. He just waited, leaning against the door with his arms behind his back. The room was silent, except for the soft clicking of her keyboard. He watched as she worked, a mixture of apprehension and anticipation building up inside him.
Eventually, she looked up from her laptop and looked at him standing there. He was panting.
"If you're this desperate for me, you could have asked," she said, her voice dripping with authority.
"Make me remember it for next time," his heart raced in his chest.
"Oh, you know that's not how it works," she smiled. "You start begging and show me how desperate for your Queen you are."
Without hesitation, Ent began to plead with Cass, his voice growing increasingly desperate with each word.
"Please, my Queen, I need you. I'll do anything you ask, just give me a chance to serve you."
"Pathetic," she said, shaking her head. "You call that begging? You're going to have to do better than that if you want to please me, Bitch."
Ent's face flushed with embarrassment, but he couldn't help feeling aroused at the same time. He took a deep breath and tried again, begging more fervently this time.
