44. He said my name...

"Please, Mr King, just this once, just this one time, forgive me, don't make me fish food. Please I beg you.

Suddenly seeing her like this begging him without even knowing what he called her for and after her bold declaration yesterday, for some reason made a part of him want to laugh. But he was definitely not going to let that part of him out.

He picks up his phone, and places a call.

"Yes, no need to deliver it here, I'll be sending someone to pick it up instead. He says then ends the call.

He writes down something on a piece of paper and tosses the paper at her, but since she was way over at the end of the office, the paper just lands in the center.

"Go to that address, and get the fabric I ordered from them. He simply said.

It was that simple, no severe punishment, no dipping of hands into the thank of piranhas, why was she feeling so uneasy at such an easy errand.

" that's it, that's all, nothing more? She found herself asking and just getting a death glare in response.

" Yes sir, I'll do that right now. She says standing up on her feet to go pick up the paper.

"What are you doing? He suddenly asks her

" I want to pick up the paper. She pointed out.

"why are you then standing up?

" I have to stand up if I'm to pick it up. She said with an intonation that sounded like 'DUH'.

"Who says you have to stand to pick it up, Crawl to it. He orders.

All she could think was that he was really out of his mind, he wanted her to crawl on the floor. And here she was thinking he wasn't punishing her today. He planned on making her a little child.

She just doesn't argue and goes back on her knees, and crawls on them.

"What do you think you are you doing right now? He asks again.

" you told me to crawl so I'm crawling. She said in a tone that sounded like 'what more do you want'.

"Seems like you got the wrong definition of Crawling Miss Moore... As he spoke and said her name, she couldn't help but wonder at what point in his life had his voice gotten so deep and sensual.

"when I say crawl, I mean like a baby crawls. Or maybe a baby is way too angelic for you, move in the manner a dog does. With all four limbs. He always just had to put her down with his words, today she was to become a dog for him. She didn't have much of a choice did she.

She looks at her wounded wrist., and then slowly goes down on both hands, trying her possible best not to put pressure on the wrist. But it still hurt, but she had to hide it.

Now, he made her crawl knowing that she got wounded yesterday, and just wanted to make her suffer, also because he felt like trash belonged to the floor. But what he didn't take note of before dishing out his punishment was the cloth she had on.

She was wearing a blue button shirt, and she had the buttons opened up to the right spot, just right above her cleavage, if she sat or stood in a normal position, like a normal human being, it wouldn't have been a problem, nothing would be seen, but since he just made a perfectly perfect human being into a dog, every thing was visible.

From the fullness of her breasts to the purple bra that held them up, everything was completely out for him to see, and she didn't even notice it. But he did, he totally did. And the long chain she wore that ran down her neck and right into the middle, it didn't fall out making him wonder how long the chain was. He didn't realize this, but he was totally ogling her, he was loosing his breath but not for the normal reason. It was a different kind of breath loss, he was feeling hot, but not because the place was hot. His eyes were almost out of their sockets.

"Would you just pick up the damn thing and get the hell out of my office. He bellows. He didn't know why, but it was like she was in slow motion.

She crawls faster, but she shouldn't have, because she just dangled her succulent boobs even more as she did, and that stupid chain that refused to fall out just made matters worst. He had to take his eyes of this. He was sure this was her plan., but it wasn't going to work. He stood up, immediately turning his back on her and facing the window.

If she didn't go out now, he'd probably die, he couldn't breath for God's sake.

"just stand up and pick up the damn thing. He yelled.

" I already got it sir. She victoriously declared, and he couldn't have been more happier.

"Just get out. He says again not turning his face to her.

" Sir, I just wanted your advice quickly on something"

He wanted to breath, he didn't have time to argue with her.

"just get going, and tell me when you get back.

" it won't take long sir, it's about the design for the project.

"My God, Isla just fucking go outside. Tell me over the phone or something."

"Yes sir" she finally said and ran out.

He immediately took out his paper bag, and breathed into it, continuously trying to calm himself down. He really didn't think Dee's suggestion was working, what the hell was that just now. What was that heat, that heart race, why was that happening. Was his sickness getting worse instead of getting cured.

It wasn't until she reached out of his office that she realized something, like it just hit her...

"He just called my name... She whispered to herself, trying to process it in her head... he called my name... She said a little bit louder, and soon it turned into a loud chant. He just said my name., he just said it., he called me Isla...

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Hey people, I just want to say thank you for coming this far with me, and I wanted to remind you guys I promised to lock this book at chapter 45 and here we are today, Chapter 45 is next up everybody.

And the story is just beginning.

So I hope to see you all even after this book gets locked. Don't leave me. Hold on to me., tightly.

From this point on, I'll need all the support you can give.

Thanks y'all.