Bound To Diego El Diablo

“No, sir.”

“Yes, sir.”

For the past few years that Estrella had worked for Mr. El Diablo, those were the only two sentences she had ever used while speaking to him. Their relationship had been strictly professional. He was the master of the house and she was a simple maid

Estrella had the weird sense that everything was about to change as she watched a very drunk Mr. El Diablo stumble into the house and almost land on his face.

She immediately abandoned the inventory she was taking and rushed to him.

“Sir, are you okay?” She asked in a concerned voice, “Let me help you to your room.”

“Bad idea, chica,” he slurred.

She didn’t understand what he meant by that or by the glint shining in his eyes. She summed it up to him being drunk and immediately went to him, wrapping one arm around his waist.

“Put your weight on me,” Estella said, “I’ll help move you upstairs sir.”

He muttered something under his breath that she couldn’t hear but finally let her help him. He smelled like a bar and she wondered where he had been or what had happened.

As they got to his room, she tried to nudge him towards the bed, but to her surprise, the much larger man grabbed her hand and dragged her into the bed.

She let out a shocked sound as she fell into the bed after him, her body on his.

“W-what are y-you doing, sir?” Estella asked, trying to disentangle herself from him.

In a swift move, which she never thought he would be capable of because of his drunk state, he flipped her around, till she was lying on her back and he was over her.

“You tell me,” Diego purred.

Estella’s heart began to beat a frantic rhythm and it felt like it was going to burst out of her ribcage.

Even drunk, her boss was still a striking man. His dark hair fell over his head and highlighted the sharp planes of his face while his dark eyes stared down at her with heated intensity.

She licked her shaky lips, trying to hide her fear but his eyes immediately dropped down to trace the movement and he somewhat found it seductive and amusing.

“Sir, please, I think –“

“Don’t think,” he cut in a second before he dropped his head down to the curve of her neck and dropped an open-mouthed kiss to the erogenous zone.

“Uhh,” a gasped escaped her mouth, her body was heating up.

Oh My goodness. What was happening?

“You have to stop,” she argued weakly.

He chuckled, “I don’t have to do anything.”

And then his mouth finally covered hers. She tried to stay stiff and unwelcoming against the onslaught of his wicked mouth, but he swiped his tongue against the seams of her lips, coaxing a breathless moan out of her.

Her body betrayed her completely as her mouth opened under his and he pushed his tongue into her mouth.

“You taste so good. I always knew you would,” he murmured.

The words confused her but she had no time to think about it as his hands began to undo the button of her uniform. Panicked, she reached out and grabbed his hands, stopping him.

“No, please. Don’t. We have to stop.”

He brushed her hands away and kept on with his mission.

“Sir-“

“Shh,” he interrupted her protest, “Just relax and let me see you.”

“This is wrong,” she said.

With an impatient growl, his hands fisted into the material of the cloth and ripped it down the middle. She gasped in shock and made to protest again, but he pushed the cup of her bra down and cupped one breast, fingers twisting her nipples.

She cried out, pleasure sweeping through her. She didn’t understand the way her body was feverish at his touch. She had never experienced such a thing in her life.

When he took her breast into his mouth, she moaned long and loud.

“Oh My goodness,” she cried as he continued to lay waste to her senses.

By the time they were both fully naked in bed, all her protests had been swept under a rug of aching desire. She stared at his body in awe, admiring the muscled shoulders, arms, pecs, and rows of abs on his stomach.

Diego was a work of art and he was looking at her like she was water and he was a very thirsty man.

“Estella,” he said in a low voice before he pushed his thick cock into her.

She cried out at the pain of intrusion, but he was too far gone with both pleasure and intoxication to notice her initial discomfort.

“It hurts,” she whispered.

“I’ll make it better.”

He began to rock his hips slowly into her, till she was writhing in pleasure again. The sensation of being full drove her so insane that she refused to think about the fact that she had just been disvirgined by her boss.

Diego thrust into her again and again, angling his hips so it hit a spot inside of her that made her scream. He reached between them and began to thrum at her clit. She couldn’t believe how amazing it felt.

“Don’t stop, please sir. Yes! Yes!” She panted.

He bent his head and pressed his mouth on hers, swallowing her desperate noises.

Finally, she let out a broken cry and came with a shout, her orgasm ripping through her like a tide. Diego threw his head back a second later and came with a roar, pumping hot cum inside of her.

On the heel of his orgasm, he fell into the bed right at her side and a moment later, before she could even catch her breath, he let out a soft snore that indicated he had fallen right asleep.

That was when the magnitude of what had just happened finally hit her. She covered her mouth with her hand to stop the whimper from coming out.

The question 'What have I done?’ kept replaying in her head. Frantically, she gathered her clothes and dressed up, holding the sides of it closed where Diego had ripped it.

With tears blurring her vision, she slipped out of the room as silently as possible and without once looking back at the big, gorgeous, completely off-limits man on the bed.