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more friendly with a little playful flirting. Z came out and sat at the bar with them joking around. He seemed to be watching me to make sure I didn’t over pour my beers or waste any. He had a serious eye on me most of the time, which made me feel self-conscience. I tried to fluff it off that maybe he was trying to decide if I fit in with the rest of the staff.
    Before I knew it, the night was over and we were closing up. We were all joking around while washing the glasses and putting them away and wiping up. Flynn and Melanie hung out with us as we cleaned, both a bit tipsy, Flynn more so than Melanie. He seemed to keep eyeing and touching her a little more than a friend would; more than Brad or Mack ever would have, that’s for sure. With everything all cleaned up, it was time to leave.
    Z smiled at me and asked, “So, how did you like your first night here?”
    “I loved it!” I exclaimed, smiling brightly and really did mean it.
    “Good. I’m glad to hear that. We’ll see you on Tuesday then?” He asked as his hand gently touched my arm. His touch sent fire through my body and I tried hard not to blush, failing miserably, I’m sure.
    I swallowed hard and choked out “Absolutely,” smiling as hard as I could. His eyes didn’t leave mine and I tried to regain my composure.
    Clark came out of the back area with what looked like lipstick on his neck. He swung his arm around my shoulders and I looked at him, breaking my eye contact with Z.
    Clark nodded at me, giving me a sexy smile. “Ready to get out of here and go home?” Z glared at him and seemed like he wanted to slug him.
    Melanie scoffed at him. “Get your paws off her you dog. You have lipstick all over yourself!”
    He laughed and shook his head not bothering to wipe it off, but he did take his arm off me. “Alright jerks, let’s get going!”
    “What no one agreed to come home with you?” Flynn asked laughing.
    He shrugged with a smile. “She didn’t need to come home with me, I gave it to her good in the bathroom.” Then he seemed to realize his boss was right there and turned to Z with a shrug, “It was on my break.”
    And with that, we called it a night.
    Although I was really tired from working, I tossed and turned in my bed. I kept thinking about HIM. I thought about how we met and how sweet HE was to me in the beginning. His strong, domineering personality drew me to HIM. The way HE was able to command attention with just HIS presence in a room was incredibly attractive. HE did the same with me. HE was so strong and took possession of my mind and body so quickly, but I loved it. I felt I needed it. HIS strength turned me on. Even how HE controlled little things I did, seemed exciting and addictive. Maybe it was more that HE cared so much about everything that I did and I never had that.
    Does HE miss me? I was with him for so long, I couldn’t help but miss HIM. I missed the smirks he would give me if I spoke out of turn. I never knew if those cute smirks were because HE liked what I said or because HE was thinking of a punishment for me.
    The good punishments were fun and exciting. Our incredible sexual nights were filled with the most intense pleasure that were beyond my wildest dreams. Some were romantic and sweet. Others were filled with the most animalistic, primal force. HE would spank me in the most sexually intimate way and want to please me in every way possible. If it was a really good punishment, HE would make me come endlessly throughout the night, on command of course. I could never come without HIM telling me to. Just thinking of those made my heart beat faster. I loved those nights. I tried to think of when they seemed to stop.
    Had HE gotten bored with me? Is that why the bad punishments started? It seemed like they increased during the past several months. Why couldn’t it stay the same as in the beginning? HE seemed so caring back then; I missed that so much.
    Then I started thinking of the bad punishments, the