Sebastian focused all his attention on her, but didn't hear her say a single word. Raising his head, he saw that Sabrina's face was flushed as red as a ripe tomato.
"Refuse to talk?" he huffed. "If you don't tell me, we'll see how I punish you tonight."
Sabrina’s laugh was both sweet and cheeky. "You can punish me, I don't mind. I enjoy your punishment. I like you punishing me."
Sebastian huffed again. "That's because I never punished you seriously. If I did, you wouldn’t be able t o leave the bed for a week. By then, the job that those ladies admire you so much for, do you think you can still...?"
"Don't!" Sabrina lifted her hand and covered the man's lips. "I'll tell you, I'll tell you, okay?"
Sebastian looked at her expectantly. "Alright, tell me."
"Jane asked me, how did I...control you. Whether I have any techniques, physically, to make you so compliant." Sabrina's face was once again as red as the burning sun. Sebastian was speechless. She controlled him! She controlled him? But seeing her tomato-red face, he immediately pulled her into his arms. "I'll teach you right now, how to control me."
"Didn't...didn't you promise you wouldn't punish me-" Before she could finish her sentence, her mouth was
covered by his lips. That night, Sabrina was destined t o go through a punishment. A sweet, enjoyable form of punishment.
Early the next morning, she could still leave the bed, unlike his threats last night. She looked perfect, her skin was soft and smooth, her entire being radiating youth and energy. Fully refreshed, she would be more efficient and motivated in her work.
She was busy ]the entire morning. When lunchtime came, she finally had time to take a break. Only then did she remember her two good friends upstairs. She placed the documents on her desk and went upstairs t o invite her friends for lunch, only then did she realize neither Yvonne nor Ruth had come to work. It was odd for both of them to be absent from work on the same day.
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