His POV

It had been nearly twenty minutes since he last spoke and the only movement Sanya had made was the regular inhale and exhale of breath. She looked almost comfortable there on her knees. Though he knew that Sanya’s knees and muscles must be aching. Her back and shoulders must be tired from sitting straight up and holding her arms behind her back. And her knees, bruised from the concrete. Yet she made no sound.

“You’re beautiful like this.” He said, keeping his voice low and quiet so as to not startle her. He stood and raked his fingers through Sanya’s hair, enjoying the shiver that shook through Sanya’s body at his touch. “You are beautiful,” he repeated, tucking a flick of hair behind her ears.

“You are strong.”

“You are pure.”

“You are good.”

With each statement, He scratched blunt fingernails through Sanya’s hair, rough against her scalp in that way he knew that Sanya loved.

“You are perfect, Sanya.”

“No.” It’s a whisper that Sanya probably didn’t expect him to hear, but He heard it. He gripped Sanya’s hair tightly in his fist, pulling her head back, forcing Sanya to look up at him.

His breath caught at the sight. Sanya’s eyes were red and shining, and tear tracks stained her cheeks. How had he not noticed that his babygril– this fragile, incredible creature – had been silently weeping directly in front of him. How long had she been weeping for?! Oh god!

Fighting the urge to sweep the naked woman up in his arms and kiss her. Until she believed in everything he was saying was true. Instead walked around in front of her and reached down to help her up.

Her POV

“Stand up.” her boss orderd.

“Yes sir.”

At first Sanya tried to stand on her own, but after kneeling on the floor for so long everything was either numb or completely stiff. She tried not to flinch when her boss wraped his arms around her and helped her stand slowly. Sanya’s legs were shaking terribly as her boss walked her over to the couch to help her sit.

She was so angry with herself. All her boss asked her to do was kneel silently and Sanya cried like a fucking child. What the hell was wrong with her? Sure, she had cried before when her boss spanked him mercilessly but it was cathartic. This… this was just embarrassing.

“Please lie down on the bed, Sanya, on your back with your head on the pillow.”

“Yes sir.” Sanya responded automatically.

“Shh, Sanya, we’re done with that for now. You are to be quiet unless I ask you for a direct response.” Her boss’ voice was so gentle it made Sanya sick. Why isn’t he upset? Why isn’t he forcing Sanya to choke on his cock for failing at this one simple task?

Sanya sniffled and triedto wipe her cheeks without it being obvious while she scooted up the couch. Her knees were red and calves sore, yet that hard concrete was better than this gentleness. She took her time stretching her legs out straight to he lie on her back.

“I’ll be right back Sanya. Please stay there and relax. I won’t be gone longer than a minute or two.”

Sanya noded and shut her eyes. As soon as she heard him gone, tears begin to squeeze through her eyelids.

She was a failure. She got everything wrong. Couldn't even stay on her knees without breaking down.

She is useless. Worthless. All Wrong.

“Stop crying Sanya.” she hadn't even notice his return.

The command was strict even though his voice is gentle. Sanya tried hard to stop the tears. A cold feeling on her knees broke her haze. She looked down to see two icepack. Placed gently on her knees to sooth her ache. Then there werestrong hands massaging her thighs.

“You do not have to hide anything from me Sanya. I think I already know what has your heart so twisted up.”

“You don't know anything…”

“I didn’t ask for your response.”

Sanya flinched because that’s just another thing she did wrong. Still. He kept massaging her, moving up and down her legs and readjusting the ice packs.

“Maybe you are right. I might not know exactly what's going on. I might just be guessing. But the one thing I know for sure is this.”

He brought a hand to cup her face. Forcing her to meet his eyes. “I love you Sanya Kapoor. Everything else. It's complimentary. You. You are non-negotiable.”

Her boss removed the ice from Sanya’s knees “ Now, roll over onto your stomach, babygirl.”

He opened a bottle of scented massage oil to rub her shoulders. His hard fingers keened her tender flesh with such gentleness that Sanya had to hold back a groan.

“You can make noise, but don’t speak.”

Sanya moaned. Loudly and lewd. Her breathjng picking up, as he worked down her back, pressing and kneading at her sore muscles. He squeezed her ass, but there was nothing filthy in it. He wasn't grabbing it to please himself. All his fingers wanted were find tender spots and massafe them out.

He rubbed down the back of her legs until Sanya felt like she’s hardly human anymore. She was a liquid, melted, under his warm fingers.

The hands, hot and slick, kept innocently massaging her thighs and ass. And so Sanya breathed in sharply when two hot fingers slide right over his pussy to rub down. Sh heard a cap open and a wet sound as her boss added lube to his fingers.