I had just landed, tired, annoyed, and already done with people. I walked up to the car rental counter, gave my name, and of course they told me the car I reserved was gone. Instead, they tried to hand me the keys to some tiny little shitbox.

No. Not happening.

That’s when I really looked at the boy behind the counter. And oh, he was a boy. Wide-eyed, flustered, trying way too hard to sound professional while clearly drooling the second I smiled at him. You could almost see his brain shut off.

I didn’t raise my voice. I didn’t argue. I just leaned in a little, lowered my tone, and told him that wasn’t going to work for me. I asked him what he was going to do to fix it.

He scrambled.

I dropped my phone. Oops. He bent over to pick it up. Then dropped my sunglasses. Oops again. Every time, I made sure he was the one bending over, reaching down, giving me a perfect view of that cute little ass in those rental company slacks. I noticed. Very much.

He disappeared into the back twice, came back sweating, and finally told me he had found me a “special upgrade.” Bigger car. Better class. No extra charge. Exactly what I wanted.

I smiled and told him that was a good boy move. The way his face flushed was priceless.

I won’t lie. Part of me wanted to drag him into a back office, bend him over the desk, and take that little ass cherry right there. It was tempting. Very tempting.

But I had a meeting to get to, and honestly, I’m not one hundred percent sure he was old enough to play with. So I behaved. Barely.

I took the keys, thanked him sweetly, and walked out knowing he’d be thinking about me for weeks.

Sometimes domination doesn’t require touching at all. Sometimes all it takes is knowing exactly how much power you have, and watching a boy fold under it while you drive away in a much nicer car.

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