Note: I have noticed that the vast majority of stories are written from the submissive's point of view, and they are excessively "and he fucked me really hard." In contrast, there are not many stories from the dominant's point of view, more focused on the psychological aspect of domination, and I would like to fill this gap - well, I would like to fill other gaps, but that's another topic. If you like it, you want to give it a like and comment, it would be appreciated, but remember that the goal of this story is to find a boyfriend, not an audience ;)

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Being dominant and romantic at the same time is a clear test that God punishes twice. Because that implies that to find happiness I must find someone:

☐ Fagot

☐ Submissive

☐ That we like each other

☐ That wants a long-term relationship

I was thinking about that misfortune while through the glass that separated my office from the common area, I could perfectly see Alex's desk. He was completely absorbed in his PC, distractedly nibbling on the end of his pen, and damn, that gesture with the pen should be illegal.

"Calm down M, you are the director," I told myself. I was supposed to be approving requests, not fantasizing about my subordinate. But lately, it was becoming increasingly difficult to concentrate when Alex was around. The boy was short, very cute, dressed in a casual look that made him appear to be in his twenties instead of the thirty-somethings we both had, and those pants that emphasized his... damn, M, focus.

It all started three months ago, during a particularly tense meeting, where they ended up calling me "tyrant." That was when I started noticing the details: how he always sought my approval before making any decision, how his eyes lit up when he received a compliment for his work, how he slightly blushed when I got too close. At first, I thought it was simple shyness or a desire to keep his job, but there was something more there. There had to be.

"Sir?" Alex's voice startled me. He was standing at the door of my office, holding a folder. "Excuse me, do you have a moment?"

I cleared my throat, trying to maintain my professional demeanor and not think about how well some white stains would look on his face. "Of course, Alex. Come in."

Alex entered and took a seat in front of my desk, his posture perfectly upright, his hands carefully placed on the folder in his lap. Too formal. Was he like that with everyone or just with me? Damn, I needed to know.

"I wanted to consult with you about the new project presentation," he began, opening the folder. "I've prepared two different versions and I would like to know which one you prefer..."

I leaned back in my chair as I watched him explain each version. His voice was soft yet confident when he talked about work, although his eyes constantly sought my appr...