Chapter 5 Desire and Control

Amelia

I walked through the front door, I was greeted by an unexpected surprise: Ethan, standing in the living room with a bouquet of flowers.

"Hey, darling," he said, his voice dripping with sincerity. "I'm sorry about what I did"

I felt a wave of discomfort wash over me as I looked at the flowers. They were beautiful, but they seemed insincere, a token gesture to appease me. I didn't want his apologies or his flowers. I just wanted him to leave me alone.

"It's fine, Ethan," I said, trying to sound calm. "Let's just forget about it, okay?"

Ethan's face fell, but he nodded. "Okay, darling. If that's what you want."

I forced a smile, trying to placate him. "It's what I want."

Ethan nodded again, then turned to leave. As he walked out the door, I felt a wave of relief wash over me. I was glad to be rid of him, at least for the time being.

But as I turned to go upstairs, I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. And what I saw shocked me: a bruise on my neck, a reminder of Ethan's rough handling.

I felt a wave of anger wash over me, followed by a sense of determination. I wouldn't let Ethan or Ricardo push me around. I would take control of my life, no matter what it takes.

*****

The next day, I stormed into my office, still fuming from the previous day's events. My assistant, Maria, greeted me with a concerned expression. "Amelia, Ricardo is waiting for you in your office."

My anger flared up. Who did he think he was, showing up unannounced? I took a deep breath, composing myself before entering my office.

Ricardo sat in my chair, his eyes fixed on me with an unnerving intensity. "Mr. Gonzales," I began, trying to keep my tone neutral, "you can't just barge into my office without an appointment."

He didn't respond, his gaze never wavering. I felt a shiver run down my spine as he stood up, his movements fluid and deliberate, his hand brushing against my lips.

His touch sent a spark of electricity through me, and I felt my resolve weakening. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His hands roamed over my body, unbuttoning my top and cupping my breast.

A wave of pleasure washed over me, and I felt myself melting into his touch. I was lost in the sensation, my moans filling the air. Ricardo's fingers danced across my skin, sending me into a frenzy of desire.

He lifted my head, his eyes burning with intensity as he claimed my lips in a searing kiss. I felt myself being lifted onto the table, Ricardo's body pressed against mine. His hands roamed over me, teasing and tantalizing me until I was a quivering mess.

His fingers delved into my panties, and I felt a rush of excitement. He played with my clit, sending me into a moaning, writhing mess. I was so close to cumming, but then he stopped.

I looked up at him, my eyes pleading for him to continue. He smiled, his eyes glinting with amusement. "You'll have to earn it if you want it," he whispered, his breath sending shivers down my spine.

He kissed me once more, then turned and walked away, leaving me frustrated and aching for more.

As I sat down, trying to catch my breath and process what had just happened, I couldn't help but feel a sense of frustration and anger. Why had Ricardo stopped? Why had he left me hanging like that?

I looked around my office, trying to regain my composure. The silence was deafening, and I was left with only my thoughts to keep me company.

I tried to shake off the feeling of vulnerability that had settled over me. I was a strong, capable woman.

I was trying to convince myself of that, I couldn't shake the feeling that I was in over my head. That Ricardo was playing a game that I didn't fully understand. And that I was just a pawn, waiting to be used.

*****

Ricardo

I stood in Amelia's office, my eyes fixed on the door, waiting for her to arrive. I knew she'd be angry, but I also knew she couldn't resist me.

As she walked in, her eyes flashing with anger, I felt a surge of excitement. She was so beautiful, so fragile, and so utterly mine.

"Mr. Gonzales," she began, her voice icy, but I could hear the tremble beneath.

I didn't respond, my gaze never wavering. I could see the fear and uncertainty lurking beneath her anger, and it only made me more determined.

I stood up, my movements deliberate, and closed the distance between us. I could feel her tension, her body rigid with anticipation.

I reached out, my hand brushing against her lips, and felt a spark of electricity run through me. She was so responsive, so receptive to my touch.

As I kissed her, touched her, I could feel her resolve melting away. She was mine, completely and utterly mine.

I knew I had the power to break her, to shatter her completely. But I also knew I didn't want to. I wanted to own her, to possess her, but I also wanted to protect her.

As I walked away, leaving her frustrated and wanting more, I knew I had her right where I wanted her. She was mine, and I would do everything in my power to keep her that way.

I couldn't help but smile as I left her office. She was so predictable, so easy to manipulate. But that was part of her charm. She was a challenge, a puzzle to be solved. And I was determined to be the one to solve it.