Chapter 5 4

For Mauro it was the first time that she behaved in such a fiery way in bed. Although many men might like that, for him it felt very uncomfortable. Her kisses were wild and her hands ran desperately over her body. They were clumsy moves. She was eager for him to fuck her hard.

In her head the image of that guy kept projecting, that she didn't even know her name, but that she was capable of turning her on as her boyfriend couldn't.

"Touch me," she begged him. She straddled her body and placed both legs on either side of her hips, making contact with her private parts.

Mauro felt uncomfortable. He wasn't that kind of guy who just fucked. He liked to make love to her, to kiss her delicately, to touch her with the sweetness that she deserved from her. April, however, just wanted him to treat her with no respect, to fuck her so hard that every time her mind traveled to that moment her desire for her contracted.

Her lips began to trail down her neck at the same time her hand slipped under her pants. She got a big surprise.

-And that? "His member of hers was asleep. It was the first time it had happened to them, as well as the first time she had behaved that way. What's up love? Her," she asked worriedly.

"That's how it bothers me."

She opened her eyes wide. Was she serious? She felt frustrated.

-But love?

He helped her up. He didn't want to have sex, not like this.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, but I don't know you. She was stunned and she wanted her to explain herself more, because she really didn't understand her attitude. You know I love you, but you never act like that, like you're a promiscuous woman..." She burst out laughing and he didn't understand why. What is funny? He inquired annoyed.

-How do you say it. Sometimes in the couple, in sex, one needs to innovate. Why not be a woman on the street who sells her body? And you buy a couple of hours so she can do whatever you want. But she couldn't convince him either.

She rolled her eyes and did as he wanted.

Honestly, April was very upset. Did she want it? Of course they did, but that didn't mean they couldn't try other things, play with each other's fantasies, and that was what he didn't like.

When they finished making love, she turned her back on him to go to sleep. She didn't even want to talk to him because, despite the fact that she had sex with him, she was frustrated and aroused.

When morning came, she pretended that everything that happened the night before was the effect of alcohol on his blood and promised that she wouldn't make him uncomfortable again, even though she just wished she could achieve a real orgasm.

April began her week eager to get a new job. She needed to be able to generate some money to save for Cathy's operation. Although everyone told her that it was impossible to raise that sum in such a short time, she wanted to try it. She had bought her diary; her in the employment section she marked some that interested her, especially the one where they asked for a secretary in a law firm. Even though she didn't finish her law degree, how difficult could it be to work in a place like that? She was sure that none, but what she didn't know was that it was the law firm where Santino worked and that she was looking for a secretary to take care of her labor matters.

She was wearing a knee-length black dress skirt, sheer black stockings with matching stiletto heels, and a fuchsia slouch top. She wore her hair in a high bun and her bangs to her side. Her lips are wine color and a bit of mascara. Simple but formal.

"Are you going to an interview?" Erika entered the room.

-Yes. I hope I'm lucky," she answered listlessly. She tired of trying over and over again and always getting the same answer: "We'll call you."

-Come on, don't be discouraged, we trust you. "Her best friend of hers tried to give her strength and lift her spirits.

"Well, I'm leaving." She - she She took her bag and headed to her first interview.

That day she had four interviews scheduled. She was looking for a secretary who could keep her papers up to date and handle her work matters responsibly. The reality was that she felt self-sufficient enough to delegate to a third party a job that she considered she could do alone, but her superiors insisted that she needed one, and well, that was it.

The first one she interviewed, although she visually attracted her attention, she talked a lot, to the point of not being able to bear the shriek of her horrible voice. That's why she discarded it.

The second, at an academic level, was above the other three, but she was too shy, and although she was not looking for a woman to seduce, at least when she spoke to her she would look him in the eye, and this woman barely raised her eyes when talking. That's why she was the second to discard.

The third time she thought she was going to a club, because she was dressed to go to one; a white top that hardly covered her, a black leather skirt with buccaneers and vedette-style makeup, so she didn't even bother to take the interview.

She now had the fourth candidate left, of which she only knew her name, April Evans. From what her file said, she herself was a law student, but she had to interrupt her studies due to an accident that left her parents orphaned and in charge of a sister, a minor, paralyzed. One of the things that caught his attention the most was why she wanted to work at the firm and why she believed her law firm should hire her. Her greatest wish was to get that job so she could raise the money for her sister's operation, and that somehow caught her attention. Santino wasn't a man to be moved, least of all by someone he didn't even know. If he was frank, he didn't care either.

As he turned his back on the door, it opened. April entered the office. He, without even bothering, offered to sit down. She complied, though her voice was familiar. When Santino was ready to start the interview, she turned in his seat and got a big surprise.

-You? She looked at him with her brown eyes.

Boldly, he lowered her gaze to her breasts and then back to her eyes.

"At least this time you covered them," she said casually.

She was speechless. What the hell did she have with her breasts? Feeling annoyed, she said that it was all a mistake and she got up to leave, but he promptly ordered her to sit down.

-Sit down. Now. Her voice was steady. She just raised an eyebrow. Who did he think he was? Sit down, she repeated when she saw that she didn't obey her order right away.

"No," she answered firmly.

He got up from her seat and approached her body in silence and at a slow pace.

The feeling of her closeness caused strange sensations in her body that she was not able to express. She could only go back with every step she took.

He knew how he put it on her and took advantage of it to intimidate her. He began to follow in her footsteps until she managed to get his back to her seat, where she ordered him to sit down. Suddenly, she stumbled and fell into a sitting position on the couch. Then he placed her hands on each armrest and leaned close enough to make her privacy tighten and her breath quicken.

"You're not old enough to play the rebellious girl. Her eyes traveled over her face and rested cheekily on her lips and breasts.

How could April not say anything to him? She was attracted to him, to her eyes and her domineering way of treating her. Just thinking about what it would be like in her intimacy made her intimate area contract and her clitoris swelled.

"You need me to tie you up," she said very close to her lips.

Mesmerized and intoxicated by her manly fragrance, she was unaware that she parted her mouth, expecting her lips to rest on it and her tongue to savagely enter her mouthful.

"Let's begin, Miss Evans. Her-she walked over to her place.

Something about her drew him, aroused the darker side of her. He just wanted to tie her to her bed, spank her with her hot hand, put some nipple covers on her and bury a vibrator in her to fuck her mouth. Her body would receive an experience as exquisite as it was exciting.

"Tell me about it, Miss Evans," she said without taking the paperwork from her desk.

"Well..." She tried not to show how nervous she was, but her cheeks were red and her heart still couldn't settle emotionally; she felt that she was going to come out of her mouth.

She started to tell him about her educational background, but he stopped her. That wasn't what he wanted to know.

-Stop.

She looked at him confused. And now what happened to her?

-What happens now? She - she questioned her annoyed and rolled her eyes.

"Don't do that again," she snapped seriously.

She looked at him blankly. What was she referring to?

-Do what? She - began to believe that he was a patient with some little psychiatric problem.

"Roll your eyes.

She raised her eyebrows-that made her eyes go wide-and stifled a laugh.

"Do you have a problem?" She suppressed laughter.

"Yes," she was surprised at her response. What was he playing at?" "And it's you," he said bluntly.

Ella April believed that Santino was the type of man with some emotional deficiency, and since she made him laugh at how he behaved without even knowing her, she for some reason wanted to play along.

-Yes? And why would that be her problem? he questioned defiantly.

"Because I want to punish her. Her eyes were completely dilated.

She had a thousand ways in which he could do it. Something about him lit her skin.

Santino was desire and sin for Abril, and she for him represented lust.

As much as she wanted to send him to hell, he was like a magnet, like a pendulum that moved before her eyes and hypnotized her, immobilized her and made her do and say things that in her state of consciousness, where she herself could have the control of herself, could not comment.

-And how? He was carried away by curiosity.

"You may feel that I will disrespect you," he spoke sincerely and with a heat that began to win her body.

"Miss it," he said without even realizing it.

"I would tie you up and torture you." The way she said it made her body ache to orgasm in her arms. Imagining how he would do it made her bite her bottom lip. Do it again. He had to squeeze her legs to intensify the exquisite sensation from inside her wet vagina. Bite your lip," he ordered again. Her authoritative voice inadvertently forced her to do it again.

-Because you like it? Her, she wanted to know.

-Because I imagine you excited and enjoying yourself. His voice of hers sounded so sensual and so hot that she was afraid to stand up and fall from how dazed it made her. I want to tie you up," he said without mincing words.

From one moment to another, she reacted. What was that man saying to him? She felt offended and upset.

She got up from the chair.

"You are a rude pig," she blurted out angrily.

He didn't move a muscle.

"And you are a stalker.

She raised her eyebrow and gestured at him.

"Do you believe the last glass of water in the desert?" I prefer to die dehydrated -she muttered bluntly, without waiting for her answer.

"Yes, I am, and trust me this glass of water won't leave you dehydrated at all." She -she stood up, exposing the bulge in her crotch. Wasn't she ashamed?

-Depraved! She." He turned away from looking at her crotch, that button that was about to explode from her visible big member.

"I have something for you." She wasn't able to ignore the man's indifference, so she stayed to listen to him. I'll give you the money you need for your sister's operation.

April felt hurt. Play with such a great need? That would not allow it.

"I'm not going to let you play with my need!" Her-she made it clear, but her proposal was true.

"No, I offer you the money in exchange for something."

She felt offended, but she was very curious, so she couldn't walk away without knowing what her proposal was.

-In exchange for? Her," she wondered.

-Of you. I want to have the exclusivity to fuck you as hard as many times as I want for the duration of the agreement.

Hearing it made her sit back down.

She took a deep breath from the nervousness and confusion that caused her to hear that.

-What agree? "What was she talking about?"

"That of being my slave and I your master." Give me your body, thus feeding my desires and fantasies, and I will give you the money you need.