Ahmet’s large, open smile deepened. He was no longer just relaxing. He was feeling a shift in power. He liked being served, and he wanted Hani to know it. A new feeling, a need for control, started to stir in Ahmet. His subworker had just been sitting there, but now, Ahmet wanted him focused. He wanted full obedience.
Without a word, Ahmet shifted his weight. He did not take his feet off Hani's lap; he used them as levers. With a firm and sudden push, he applied pressure, leveraging his strong legs to physically turn Hani’s entire body on the sofa.
Hani gasped. His core was forced to rotate, and he had to twist to keep his balance. In seconds, he was no longer facing downwards towards the feet; he was turned almost completely around, sitting upright and facing Ahmet.
Ahmet quickly re-positioned his own body, sitting up further, no longer passive. He did not remove his feet from Hani. He just moved them. He brought his two large, bare feet up and placed them firmly onto Hani's belly and crouch, where Hani had been sitting, using Hani’s legs as his new surface.
Now, Hani was sitting straight up, facing his boss. Ahmet’s feet were on Hani's lap. Hani looked up at Ahmet, his face a mix of surprise and submissiveness. He looked directly at Ahmet.
Ahmet looked down at Hani. His smile was different now. It was harder, and more demanding. His dominant side was fully awake. He made a direct motion with his eyes towards his feet, and then spoke in a low but firm voice.
“No more just looking, Hani,” Ahmet said. “Right there. Massage them. Do it well.”
Hani hesitated for only a moment. Then he moved. Slowly, his hands, which had been resting by his side, moved up. He picked up his hands. He put his small hands on the large, worn soles of Ahmet’s feet. He began to rub them. Ahmet leaned back slightly, his demanding smile returning. He liked being in charge.
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