I Will not be your Submissive!

Pov Fernando.

Who am I? Fernando Laureti, as my mother says: the joy of the family, the one who usually has a smile to give or a joke to tell, but the reality is very different, and the reason is: the sexual monster she turned me into. I met Astrid on a business trip, fell in love with her and became her object of pleasure, until that damn day she told me she didn't love me, that I was a toy to satisfy herself, and that she would marry my brother. Since that day, I have a clear motto in my mind; Don't fall in love, don't trust those precious pearls with long hair and fiery legs, enjoy them and get as far away as you can.

"Are you going up?" Reana, one of my eleven submissives and the one with whom I like to enjoy and discharge my most desires, asks.

I look at her with a sideways smile, watching her big brown buttocks move to the rhythm of her walk.

I lick my lips and stand up, coming out of my silly thoughts.

There's constantly an emptiness in me

that suffocates me, something that I can't fill and that completely overwhelms me, but, even so, I try to find out what it is.

I stand up and, like the obedient child I'm not, I follow her to my playroom. When I'm there I feel like the most powerful man in the world, I feel invincible, like nothing can ever happen to me, and I definitely love that.

"Take off all the earrings that cover your body," he ordered hoarsely.

The excitement in my body boils like fire in the fireplace. I still can't understand how I can never get my fill with anything, it's as if I were a pervert that no woman manages to turn off the heat that emanates from my body.

I watch Reana take off her clothes, nervous. She's scared, she knows I'm not the sweet Fernando here, she knows that I'm the fucking master here who will tame her body to the point of being satisfied, and that she'll have to obey me because that's how she decided to.

I gently take it from his hand and place it in one of my machines, one of my favorites, my Berkeley Horse, a machine where his neck as well as his face is exposed to me, his hands at the sides of his shoulders, no mobility, no possibility of escape.

I walk to look at her. His ass is exposed to me, but my lust screams at me to see marks on him, not fuck him, yet.

I move at a fast pace to one of the drawers, and look for a multi-tailed whip, so as not to leave such a strong mark on it, although it is what I wish, I will not hurt her more than her body can bear.

I look at her shiny buttocks and stroke them with my whip. I see her stirring, uncomfortable feeling my movements. His ragged breath because he knows what's coming turns me on more, I'm ready and that's when he hit his buttocks, once, twice, three times.

I feel something that fills me completely. I take a deep breath to see her marked buttocks. I smile pleased and stand in front of her. I see her lick her lips because she's close to my penis. I know she likes the size, I know she likes me to fuck her mouth until she cries, and her cheeks burn with pain.

I caress his lips and put the tip of my head in his mouth. She begins to open her lips, and I begin to tuck my entire member into her juicy mouth.

"Ahhh! I moan with pleasure burying my entire long penis in her mouth and starting to fuck her hard.

Her tears run down her cheeks. I know it hurts, I know she feels like she's drowning, and she likes that, but I definitely like it a lot more.

I pull away from her and watch her choke up. His eyes look at me with fear and that pleases me.

I know he'd like me to return the favor with my tongue, but I've never kissed a woman's folds, not yet, I don't know what it feels like and I don't know if I'll ever know.

I pull her out of the machine, and touch her tiny vagina. It's so wet that my penis would fit into it so easily

"Fuck me now," he pleas, his legs shaking.

"Silence," I command softly, as soft as a silent bolt of lightning that doesn't like to repeat things more than once.

I drag it to another one of my machines. Yes, my playroom is huge, it has about nine imported machines, big and many small ones that I've lost count of. I know, I'm completely crazy, but this is the only thing that keeps me alive every day of my sad life.

I tuck her between the shackles and pull them with the remote control. Reana's vagina is so exposed that there's nothing she can't see of her. My mouth gets wet just looking at her and my whole body lights up.

He smiled to me and I ran to get a vibrator. She opens her eyes wide, she wants my penis, I know, but I won't give it to her so easily.

I put the device on her clitoris and watch her remove.

My body fills with spasm as I see her stirring with intensity, her gaze begs me not to stop, and like a good master I increase my speed.

"Master! She screams, feeling the orgasm run through her body and I tense abruptly at the sight of her.

I see a white liquid coming out of her body and she trembling helplessly. Yes, I love to please my submissives, it fills me to torture them and give them the greatest pleasure, and the greatest pain that their bodies endure, because I know that after that, it will be my turn to satisfy.

I push the vibrator away and look for an egg that I insert without warning into her, and then penetrate her. I don't care if she's exhausted, the monster inside me isn't, and I'm sure she won't be for a couple of hours, because, this is what he is, the great Fernando Laureti, an insatiable monster.

...

I look at the time on the wall clock and reach for the glass of red wine in my hand. This feeling of loneliness after such a heavy dose of sex doesn't go away with anything.

I inhale the scent of my apartment office, then wipe away a tear on my cheek, which wants to come out.

"Are you going to sleep with me today?" Reana asks outside the office.

Whenever I fuck her those are her questions, but my answer is the same.

"I don't like sleeping with women, Reana," I say affectionately. I try to stay away from them," I joke and she sighs resignedly.

I'm not as bad as you think, I'm sweet outside of my playroom, or so I try to be.

I watch her go away and drink again until I'm tired.

When I open my eyes, the sun streaming through my window tells me the time.

"! Andrea, you're waiting for me today at Amber's fashion house! I exclaim, getting up suddenly.

I rush out into the living room, and the figure of Demetrio Laureti is sitting on my couch with a cup of coffee.

Fear invades me completely, a prisoner of the fear that comes from knowing that he has discovered my darkest secret.

"Father, when did you arrive?" I ask nervously.

"Sit down," he commands, and I do. My parents are the only created people in the world who can kill me and to whom I will not say a single word, the reason: I respect them too much.

"I, I'm sorry...

"I'm disappointed in you, Fernando, you're going to be twenty-five and you're still living your life as if nothing in the world matters more than women," I try to protest, but his cold eyes tell me I shouldn't. I want you in France, I will give you the company that is there for you to manage, and work hand in hand with the manager in charge.

I lower my head, annoyed and happy at the same time, because it would be the first time my father has given me a company. I'm tired of being a puppet. I'm the only one of the triplets who isn't given a company to manage one hundred percent.

"No, it's better for me to work as a boss, and that woman is in my charge," I say angrily. "When are you going to consider me for the family business?" I say this with a lump in my throat, which chokes me, but finally manages to get it out.

"When you prove to me that you're not a fucking promiscuous person, that you're only willing to take any woman to bed," my father says annoyed.

I sigh resignedly, because strangely I know he's right, I'm tired of this shit, although, I don't know how to get out of this.

...

Fernando got off the private plane and directed his steps to the company that had been assigned to him. Her light hair moved in the breeze, and her blue eyes looked at everything curiously.

Anyone who looked at him could deduce that he was an Adonis of evil, his hard and perfected features, or simply from the surname that adorned his names, he was predominant.

He entered the building, and began to read the directions left to him by Filibert, his father's right-hand man.

"Staff meeting," he read the time on the form. It's late, I'm late," he exclaimed, going up the elevator, under the gazes of people who wanted to know who the man who looked like a fucking Greek god was.

He hurried into the boardroom and sat down at the head of the table, still looking at the files, until a female voice caught his attention.

"Are you new to the company?" Fernando looked up.

A beautiful woman, who immediately set fire to his body, spoke haughtily to him.

"Yes, any problems?" He asked with a smile that could move half the world.

"I'm not going to tolerate you being late for your first day of work, do you hear me?" She walked over to him.

Fernando could see the woman's gray eyes staring at him intensely, her pink lips pursed and her piercing countenance.

"I don't have to explain it to you," he smiled with laughter.

"Do you think I'm a clown to make you laugh in my face?" She asked, placing her body close to Fernando.

Fernando looked at the woman's breasts sticking out of her shirt. They were round and prompted him to touch them.

"No, it's just that I think it's so funny that such a beautiful woman should be so bitter.

"Look, sir, I don't allow you to disrespect me, you're suspended from your work, I'm the manager of this company and I'm not going to allow it.

"You're who?" Fernando asked in a mocking tone.

"I'm the manager of this...

Fernando looked at the staff who were stiff as statues and smiled wryly.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Fernando Laureti and I am the owner of this company.

Pov Samantha.

Punctuality is a virtue that has opened doors for me, even more so when I go to meet the man who has been very crushed for years, a man who unknowingly owns my wet nights, and yes, I admit it, many times I touch myself while I see a photo of him that I have on the counter. Because although it's hard for me to admit it, I've been obsessed with Fernando Laureti since I saw him at a congress where the three of them were together, and although his father is beautiful, he's a married man, and although Andrea is identical to him, he never caught my attention for the simple fact that he's totally bitter and arrogant, but he, my gaze was always directed towards him, Fernando Laureti, I don't know if it was the reason that he often wears a smile under his panties on his face, or also the simple fact that his more relaxed features drive me crazy, to tell the truth, everything about him drives me crazy, and I can't stop dreaming of one day getting into his bed, in his life, in his body and in everything about him, because I don't just want to be just another toy.

I take a deep breath when I remember him, and I end up getting out of bed to take a shower, but not before kissing the huge photograph I have of him on the wall; I stole it from a magazine and had it enlarged; Yes, I'm crazy, maybe, but he's my dream come true, and when I was told he was coming to the company to work with me, my world relatively shook.

I get in the shower and put on the scented roses that I use every day to shower, but this time I put on a little more than necessary. I wash my hair with a shampoo from a very good brand and then apply some cream.

I go out wrapped in a towel, to get dressed. Today I need to be radiant, so I apply some rose-scented creams, as well as some perfume. I put on my best outfit, high heels and then look in the mirror to blow dry my hair. I feel satisfied with what I see, I am not an ugly woman, I have never felt it, my eyes are a bright gray color, my skin is white, although it is a little pale for my taste, I am fine with it, besides, I have very good curves, and above all exquisite breasts, and for that reason I wear the shirt I am wearing, It's a button-down shirt that lets you see a little bit of them, but not so much as it looks vulgar.

"Come on Samantha, you can do it," I say to myself as I take my last look in the mirror.

I leave my room and go straight to the kitchen to make myself some cereal with milk. While I eat breakfast, I can't help but think about what Fernando Laureti will look like up closely, what his smell will be like, what his gestures will be like, his smile and everything about him.

My heart contracts just imagining this, because it's something I've dreamed of forever, and now that I see it so close, my heart is pounding and I'm also pounding something else.

"What a sinner I am."

He smiled as I put a spoonful of milk in my mouth. I close my eyes imagining it's her lips and then open them with a crazy smile on them.

"You have to control yourself, make a good impression."

I wipe my mouth with a napkin, and then go to the bathroom to brush my teeth to get out of the apartment.

I have lived in a very beautiful neighborhood in Montmartre since I left university. My grades at the best university in France opened the doors for me to work in the best company in Paris, the company of Demetrio Laureti and the great love of my life. Thanks to my effort and my hard work I have managed to climb, also because of my discipline and my character, because I recognize that I am not a submissive and kind woman, on the contrary, to that I am an imposing and rebellious woman, and for that reason I was never adopted in the orphanage where I grew up.

I laugh to myself as I close the door to my apartment, then go down the elevator and reach the garage. I don't complain about the life I lead, even though I don't know my parents, they are a happy woman, with a career in between, with a supernatural intelligence and with a unique beauty; those last words spoken by the Mother Superior.

I get in the car and look at the clock, still a few minutes away from the meeting I called to make way for my new boss. I admit that it makes me extremely nervous to have to work with him, but I want to show him that I am an intelligent, capable, and responsible woman, for some reason his father has left me in charge of the company in recent years.

I start the car and while I turn on the radio to listen to the music playing at that moment, I drive to the huge building that is in the center of the city. It's a forty-story building, isn't it huge? Although I think the one, they have in the United States reaches a little more than a hundred. I find it incredible the scale that the Laureti companies have given. I sigh when I imagine them, and it's not that I'm impressed by their money, although I am a little, but it's something else, it's the fact of their intelligence, their dedication and above all their beauty, it's what the hell, they're all Greek gods, with the difference that Fernando has that face that invites anyone to sin.

I park my car and hand the keys to the caretaker to enter the building. As soon as Cleo entered, my secretary handed me a folder.

"They're already in the boardroom, I'm going to bring up the coffees right now," he explains quickly, and I can see the nervousness on his face. And it's not that I don't have it, I'm dying inside, but I can't show it.

"Has he arrived?" I ask as I enter the elevator.

"No," I frown in annoyance. He should already be here, he's supposed to be punctual, he's a leader, a person with leadership has to lead by example.

Without paying any attention to it, I look at the papers in my hands, while I feel the perfume of man fill my nostrils; it's about Gerald Dubois, he's a nasty guy, he's the supervisor of employees of the company, a man who hates me for the simple fact that I took away his position as manager, when I'm a newcomer and a little more things that he keeps telling me whenever he feels like it.

"Are you nervous?" Surely with the arrival of the heir Laureti your days in this company will be numbered tick, knock, tick, knock " I roll my eyes as I hear him unimportant.

I get out of the elevator, as soon as the doors open, and enter the boardroom. Today I am in charge of carrying out the presentation of all the work we handle in the company, the progress, the closed deals, and hiring of personnel and everything related.

I start by explaining everything to the heads of different departments, when an exquisite smell floods my nostrils. I look up feeling how my world shakes when I see it, and it's for God's sake. He walks like a dog through his house without even saying good morning, sits in the presidential chair and looks at some documents as if nothing else matters in the world.

My cheeks get warm, at the same time my panties get wet at the sight of him sitting there.

With my legs like jelly, I walk confidently up to him, stand in front of him, feeling my heart palpitations race and pretend I don't know him, (I don't want to fill his ego anymore).

"Are you new to the company?" I ask, swallowing twice.

Fernando's blue eyes look at me strangely and I can swear that right now I can't breathe to see the beauty of the sea in them.

"Yes, any problems?" He asks, baring his teeth. What a beautiful smile.

"Focus, Samantha, you can't be that easy."

"I'm not going to tolerate you being late for your first day of work, do you hear me?" "I get a little closer to him so he can smell me, and also so he can see my breasts, although I confess that I'm dying right now.

"I don't have to explain myself to you," he laughs out loud and I'm regretting this game, what if he fires me? No, I don't think so. I swallow thickly and gather courage.

"Do you think I'm a clown to make you laugh in my face?" I raise an eyebrow in his direction.

"No, it's just that I think it's so funny that such a beautiful woman is so bitter," I squeeze my legs at her words, and take a deep breath so I don't faint.

"Look, sir, I don't allow you to disrespect me, you're suspended from your work, I'm the manager of this company and I'm not going to allow it," I say confidently.

"What are you?" He asks again, and although he doesn't seem annoyed, I can tell he's a little irritated.

"Nice to meet you, my name is Fernando Laureti and I'm the owner of this company," he says, holding out his hand.

I look at her nervously, wanting to tell her that I know perfectly well who he is, and that, from this moment, a game begins, and the question is: Who will win?

Pov Samantha.

My cheeks are hot from the discomfort I have. I frown as I search for the three folders with the help of my secretary from the three years, I've been a manager. Fernando, he in his maximum arrogance, has made a fool of me in front of everyone, and although I confess that it was my fault for pretending that I didn't know him, it bothers me that he is so cruel to send me to look for the printed folders, when with only a code, and a little time, he can enter the virtual files, (Everything here is supposed to be robotized.)

"Chloe, I found the last folder here," I say, bending down to the end of the shelf to pick it up.

"Do you have what I asked for?" A hoarse voice asks behind me.

I stand with a red face, because of the position I had, and at the same time because I hear her beautiful voice behind me.

"Yes, here's Fernando," I say, handing him the folders.

He doesn't take the folder from my hands, he walks past me and starts looking at my whole office with a stupid smile on his lips, and it's not that it bothers me, I love his smile, and his wide back, and also the smell he's leaving in my office.

"Concentrate Samantha, you're a sinner."

Anyway, I'm really bothered by the reason that, who invited him into my office? And it's not that I don't like that he's here, it's that he's an abuser, he thinks that because he's my boss, and he's better than eating with his fingers, he's going to come and do whatever he wants.

"Since you've left the folders, I've been looking for hours in my hands, and you're coming into my office, without knocking on the door, I'm going to make a couple of things clear to you," he turns and squints to look at me.

"I'd like you to call me boss, I suggest it sounds better, don't you think?" He says relaxed.

I swallow thickly at the sound of it, and clench my fists in the annoyance of his words, Boss? Is it really necessary? I can't call him Mr. Laureti, or Fernando Laureti, No, he wants me to call him boss.

"Boss?" Do I need to call you that? I have a trust with Mr. Demetrio, and I have never spoken to him so formally," he snorted.

Fernando's blue eyes darken, and I can swear there's a demon behind his Greek god face, an exquisite demon who invites me to sin.

He walks over to me, getting my back to stick to my pink desk, and my panties get soaked. I look around looking for Chloe, but she's gone, and it's not that I'm nervous, or maybe a little, but how could I not? I have the face of the man of my life a few inches away from me, his smell of face cologne fills my nostrils, and his giant body covers me a little. I swallow thickly, trying to grab strength and send him to hell, but he stops me.

"Although I look a lot like my father, Miss Samantha, believe me I'm not him, so from now on you'll tell me, boss," the words that come out of his mouth are so slow that it fills me with spasm.

Fernando looks at my lips, and then at my breasts, and I swear I see how he pursues his lips when he sees me, could it be that he likes me?

Without giving anything time, I push it a little, and step over it, to get to the coffee maker I have in my office.

"Boss," I say with a grimace. May it be the first and last time you enter my office without permission, even though you are my superior, I am the manager of the company until your father tells you to, so..." I raise the cup I just poured to my lips and after taking a sip of my coffee I finish saying the word: He does me a favor and leaves my office.

Fernando, instead of being bothered by my words, looks at me in a mocking way that makes my body tremble.

I squeeze my legs to keep from falling, as I watch him walk out the office door, a smile on his face.

"Try to change the scenery of this office, pink?" Really? I'm guessing you're not fifteen, are you? He says before leaving.

When he closes the door, I can breathe normally, and I confess that my little thing manages to calm down.

"My God, may the Mother Superior never know what I think."

I look at my office with a smile, and I realize that it's all a bit childish, but don't judge me, I love the color pink, combined with white, besides, what woman doesn't love it? And well, I thought my office would look good with those two colors, even though according to him, it's a girl's.

I smile at his words, and then sit down at my desk; Being the manager of such a large company takes up most of my time, especially now that I'm going to have my "boss" sighing in the back of my neck twenty-four hours a day.

"I hope I'll sigh somewhere else."

I shake my head at my words, and then dive right into my computer, which by the way is also pink, when I hear the door open.

My heart races at the thought that she is the love of my life again, but then I calm down as I see Chloe nervously walking in my direction.

He sits on the couch and looks at me, waiting for me to tell him something.

"What?" I say annoyedly as I start typing something on my laptop.

She stands up with a smile, and then sits down at my desk. Chloe is the only one who has this trust in me, from the rest outside my office I am a woman of strong character, formal, and highly respected, and above all "holy" nuns raised me, how could I not be?

"What a sinner"

"He's more handsome in person, isn't he?" Did you smell her perfume? It smells divine, too, his clothes close to his body, his quality shoes, the Rolex in his left hand.

"Did you detail all that?"

"I didn't notice any of that, Chloe, and I think you should go to work, you see how grumpy the new boss is, and I don't want any trouble.

"Moody?" He gets off the desk and crosses his arms. You are in a bad mood, Chief Fernando is the most beautiful thing my eyes have ever seen, he is like an actor in a movie," I raise an eyebrow when I see her daydreaming.

"I haven't even noticed," I'm lying.

She narrows her eyes, and then comes so close to me, that she invades my personal space and says:

"Are you going to say you don't like Fernando?!" He's the sexiest, handsomest man I've ever seen, besides-he comes close to my hate-:d out there he's addicted to sex, and he's got a women's club for himself.

"Holy Virgin of the Orgasm"

"Chloe, who said those things?" Stop talking crazy things and go to your office," I say, feigning annoyance, but she doesn't flinch.

"I'd be happy, being one of that club, I swear I'd let myself be given as a drawer that doesn't close by that adonis of beauty," I widen my eyes as I listen to my nice secretary.

"Chloe, to your office, now!" I yell at her, and she smiles to leave.

I feel the heat fill my body. Chloe's words left me with a horrible excitement, and how could it not? Yes, I've dreamed of Fernando's body all my life, but there's only one problem, I don't want to belong to the club, I want it to be mine.