Chapter 3 Meeting 3

Chapter 3

Meeting 3

Amanda

- What does it mean ? Who do you think you are, sir?

-Damon

- What are you saying ?

- Call me Damon

she stands up, faces me, I'm a good head over her, I get closer to her, she's confused, she tries to appear professional but I can see that it's wasted effort, she tells me want it as much as I want it.

He moves closer to me and I can feel his breath above my head. I'm confused, but I try not to let it show. I lift my head defiantly.

- I don't understand where you're going with this.

- Well I'm going to be very clear, I want you and I don't like sharing what's mine.

- Since you are clear, I too will be: I do not belong to anyone, I am master of myself.

- Are you sure ?

He grabs my neck, forces my head to bend, I find myself with my chin in the air,

he leans in slowly, taking his time, and I stay there waiting for him to kiss me, just when I think he's going to put his lips on mine, he places a kiss on my temple. and he said to me as nothing happened:

- you are free on this day of the week so that we can read and sign the contract.

- What day would suit you?

- honor to women.

- Today is Wednesday so Friday morning would suit me.

- what if we put it on Friday evening to be more relaxed. I'll come pick you up at 8 p.m., and you haven't answered my question what's in between?

- What will you do if I don't answer?

- He leans towards my ear, touching it as he passes:

- I will spank you.

I close my eyes imagining the scene, it's a deluge in my panties.

- SO ?

- There is nothing between us.

- The better, it will save me from killing someone.

- I'm going to take leave of you and I prefer Friday morning to evening. I don't go out with my clients.

- We're not going out, it's a business dinner. So see you Friday evening.

Just as I'm about to go out, he grabs me by the arm, presses me to him in a fiery kiss, he kisses me with passion, his tongue finds mine in a wild dance. When we break up, we are out of breath.

- this is so that you think of me until Friday. be careful when you come home.

I look at him, and to remove the shame of allowing him to kiss so easily, I raise my hand intending to slap him, but he grabs my hand and recovers the other arm, without understanding anything, I find myself with my arms behind back and I still stick to him in a raw kiss, he mepunished for trying to slap him, when he releases my lips it is to say to me in a raspy voice:

- I hate liars, but what I hate more than liars are those who lie to themselves, who refuse to admit their need, and I know you want me as much as I do, so no Pretense with me. Come home now.

I leave his office all angry, who does he think he is? to kiss him like that, this beautiful kiss, I touch my lips, smiling. He is so handsome and tall with his 1.92 m, broad shoulders and neat brown hair, with a face that is too model-like, but too arrogant for my taste.