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#his truest form is service top with a praise kink /hj
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augh @thswrtchdthng we were cooking so much today i had to write smth down immediately
"you are not my superior, gwendolyn."
"i could be."
such a stupid, arrogant response. why couldn't she stop thinking about it?
it didn't mean anything. gwen was simply acting out again, and it didn't mean anything. it shouldn't have.
"hey, did you see lena come in?"
"yes, he's in its office."
she wanted to scream. you're not allowed to. those words aren't for you. they're not for you to use. you have no power over me.
but...didn't she? if she could use those words for lena, didn't that mean- no, no. she couldn't let himself- herself get confused. those words didn't mean anything. gwendolyn bouchard was not lena kelley's superior.
...but she could be.
and wouldn't that be...better?
no. no. no. she couldn't let herself think like that. it wasn't about who she felt was her superior, it was a very literal thing. there was no room for doubt in that.
but sometimes he'd find himself fetching coffee for her, as if by instinct. and sometimes her expression would go so soft, so warm, and the message was so clear. good girl.
and that wasn't what he'd grown used to, the indifferent silence when it did something right and the immediate punishment when it didn't. whatever gwen was doing to him was soft and gentle and slow, and it couldn't resist the want, the need to just do what she told it to.
gwen had seemed so confused at first, but now...lena couldn't ignore the glint of excitement in her eye whenever he accidentally obeyed her.
it was awful, knowing she was getting something out of this. it was even more awful that he wanted her to get something out of it. wanted her to be pleased with it. wanted her to look at him and say good girl, you did a good job, you completed your mission.
it was awful. there was something wrong with him, and gwen was taking full advantage of that.
and he liked it. and it didn't want her to stop.
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