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"Yes, sir," I breathed, enjoying the contact of his warm hand on my skin.
"Are you prepared for negotiations?" he continued, and I frowned, forcing my brain to cooperate.
"Negotiations?" I echoed, confused.
He retracted his hand from my leg, turning me around to face him. I was half-sitting on his desk, and he was staring at me from his seat.
"You really don’t know anything about this lifestyle, do you?" It was mostly a rhetorical question, but my body flushed with embarrassment. I shook my head no, playing nervously with my fingers.
Of course, I’d read something about it. Thanks to thatFifty Shadessomething, it was impossible not to know about it. Still, the articles I found weren’t very explicit. And when I watched the porn, it was so brutal I had to turn it off. So yes, I basically didn’t know anything.
Mr Thorn put his long finger under my chin, making me look him in the eyes. He caressed my lower lip with his thumb, and I slightly parted them. This small act of affection made my heart flutter in my chest.
"We will discuss the contract and try to find a compromise about the things that you consider a hard line," he explained softly. He gently put his thumb into my mouth, and I used my tongue to play with it.
“Also,” he continued when I sucked his finger deeper, "if there is something you really don’t want to try, we can take it out completely."
He was watching every move of my mouth play. The lust in his eyes was unmistakable. He liked what I was doing. And again, I was at his mercy, ready to obey his every command. The submissive state he could get me into was insane. My whole body was on fire, willing to satisfy his every darkest desire. My ears craved his praising words, and I couldn’t even describe what was going on between my legs.
"You're working that thumb like you want me to stick it in your ass," he chuckled, and my eyes widened. I playfully bit him, not ready to comment on his statement.
"I have a meeting in half an hour in this very office," he sighed regretfully, taking his thumb out of my mouth. "It’s time to start working."
He stood up and pecked my cheek. I watched him as he walked to the wooden wall, which was actually the closet, and began to get dressed. I couldn’t take my eyes off his tattooed back. His muscles flexed, and the picture imprinted on his skin looked like it was alive. To my pleasure, he didn’t care about my presence, so he took the towel off, showing me his perfect, firm ass. I remembered squeezing his full butt cheeks when I’d sucked his manhood.
"Miss Hernandez."
I winced because of his stern voice. I jumped down from the table in a millisecond, doing my job. He didn’t need to say anything else. I’d started running around, taking care of everything.
Precisely at seven-thirty, a hard knock on the door echoed in the office, and Mr Thorn raised his head from his computer. He was working on something, and I put the last book about wireless networks on the bookshelf. Satisfied with my work, I opened the door, letting the first scheduled meeting in.
For the whole day, I was thinking about what Mr Thorn had said. There were negotiations about the contract. So, it wasn’t final. I could put my conditions in there, too. It wasn't a one-sided deal.
My stomach twisted with fear when I was trying to figure out how to present my demands. I didn’t want to look desperate, yet I wanted Mr Thorn to understand my point. I was willing to sign the contract only when he would put one thing into it. I wanted him for myself. No other women, no sharing, just him and me. Was it too much to ask? I didn’t know, but I was sure I would never be able to be just another woman on his list.
21
The Three Reasons
Bastian
Iwasglaringatthe screen in my office, feeling like a fucking stalker. Electra was talking with one of the security guys about God knows what. She politely smiled at him, keeping her distance, but the man was persistent in getting into her personal space.
I was clenching my palms into fists, feeling my forearm muscles tighten. I was angry without a good reason; I knew that. Yet, the fucking prick tried really hard to charm her, and I felt the sudden, unexpected impulse to throw him through the window.
Jealousy mixed with fury is a very dangerous combination. Every day, I fought tirelessly to keep my temper under control. And I managed. After a few weeks around her, I was much calmer than before. I directed my emotions and attention toward her, and she accepted it. She was actually craving it.
Six months ago, when I first saw her, I was right that she was perfect. And nothing had changed after the time I’d spent with her. I wanted her even more, but at the same time, I had to be patient and gentle. Starting from scratch was something I’d tried really hard to avoid with my girls. However, with Electra, I was willing to do it. I desired to worship her body, experiment with every tool, toy, and boundary, and dive into intimacy and ultimate connection. I wanted all of that with her. And all because of one meeting half a year ago.
I’d seen Electra for the first time at my mother’s funeral. She’d come with Lena, the marketing manager of my family’s company. We’d never been formally introduced because I was drowning in grief and in whiskey, but I couldn’t ignore the effect she'd had on me, even when she basically didn’t do anything.
The first thing that caught my attention was her long platinum hair. I'd been into blondes since I could remember, and in the middle of the church, where every person was dressed in black, her locks had literally shone.
The second thing was her face. I’d grazed the beautiful contours of her round-shaped face with my eyes. I’d watched her from a distance as her perfect light brown eyebrows furrowed and a small wrinkle appeared between them. Her almond-shaped eyes narrowed every time a man looked at her. She’d pressed her plump red lips together and clenched her jaw, avoiding the piercing glances of some men who shamelessly ogled her. She wasn’t interested in them. With that face and body, she could easily catch a husband, even when it was highly inappropriate for the funeral.
And the third thing with which she’d won me over was her mind-blowing, perky ass, pressed in a very tight black dress. I’d followed her when she walked with Lena through the cemetery dirt path, only on her tiptoes because her high heels were sinking into the moist ground. I’d watched her as she swayed her hips, and I took a few deep breaths, imagining all the crazy things I would do to her.
Only my wild fantasies about spanking her sexy butt and the half bottle of whiskey got me through the funeral. It was the worst day of my life, yet in some ways, it was the best. On that very afternoon, hidden in the shadow of a giant oak tree, I’d promised myself to pull my shit together.
