Chapter 2

I found Black Hamilton for a paid college internship notice that placed the user profile on my academic account one day desperately looking for some job opportunity.

Without Dad and with a sick mom, covering her in her work activities was counterproductive to my career, I could not take University notes to study in the houses where mom did housework and I had started to go instead so that our debts did not exceed us.

In addition, the payment barely allowed us to get just enough to eat and pay for her medicines, she's been a priority in my life since the day dad left us.

The Hamilton group was looking for someone to cover a different position than I have now, but ran out of private secretary shortly before I joined, so that greatly benefited my chances. In addition to my academic average, the scholarship and my knowledge in language.

Getting the position was super important as I could advance my studies and have some practice in what Business Administration requires. It was the best day when the call came that I would have the job, it changed my life.

Our income increased considerably, not to mention if it was effective in the position after the end of the internship, that would be ideal.

Over time, I learned to get along with some business subjects, the "politically correct" treatment towards those who easily lose patience and discretion that goes very hand in hand with convenient trust with my boss.

I never, ever, ever thought I'd have such an attractive boss.His tattoos always aroused great curiosity in me. When I learned that the company owner himself would be the one to interview the internship applicants, I had no idea that he would be someone on the verge of thirty and with more muscle than fabric to finish covering them.

Tattooed neck and hands. The only thing I could see back then.

But, over time, I made my place. In the few months of my work here, things have changed considerably.

For example, today I am about to give a blowjob to the powerful and sensual man who hired me. But I've never done it before.

Something inside of me catches fire as soon as I hear his words. His voice no longer simulates a purr but the very voice of a tiger.

I don't know if my heart stops or my senses do, but my hands are immediately paralyzed in the process of helping Mr. Hamilton in the massages.

It's appealing, but I never thought he would ask me to do that, and what is even worse, I will have to admit to him that I never did that to anyone. I never sucked anyone, my experience in the sexual sphere is zero.

I have gone out to many parties, I have never been a person of many friendships and my talent in intimacy can not even be called a talent. Because I don't have it, no chance I've lived about it. Not because I haven't had boys wanting me, but because I've never felt prepared enough.

"Mina."

My name coming out of his throat is absolute doom for my sensitive self who tries to fight not to prove that I am dead for him. Or maybe my hand is saying it on its own by allowing Black to bring my fingers up to his abs, allowing me to stroke him, find the defined outlines of his muscles, revel in everything, absolutely everything about him and feel his muscular chest in minute details.

His chest has tiny brown hairs that turn me on just sliding my hand over them. If something characterizes this man is his talent for bringing his toned body to perfection. It's the cause of my rapidly beating heart. It's the gunpowder that detonates my perception.

He keeps moving my hand down and it goes all the way to his abdomen.

"You said..." His voice is amazingly deep.

I lowered down until I felt my ear against his lips. I pulled my hair up to incorporate it behind my right shoulder.

"That you would be," He continues, leaving me distraught. "Willing to do anything to help ease this tension that invades me." He rasped.

He placed my hand on the fabric of his pants.

I feel his hard member under my hand and a slight gasp escapes from my throat.

"Come here, sweetie." His voice is husky.

With his other hand he helps me to stand in front of him, and he back up his executive chair, giving me enough space to incorporate in front of his knees and follow each of his instructions.

"Kneel in front of me." He says. I get down on my knees. He opens his legs wider and I lean until my arms are resting on his thighs.

One of his hands gets tangled in my hair and slowly draws me to him. I let myself be manipulated like a silk before his power. Or before the inner goddess who takes the reins of my body.

With the other hand, he brings his fingers to the fly and it goes down. The boxer soon appears with the black cotton fabric marking a prominent bulge that leaves me speechless.

"That's it, Mina," He approves, noting that my fingers climb up his thighs to open the belt from which I lower until I release the Beast further.

His member presses rudely under the fabric. And my mouth is already touching the fabric.

With the tip of the tongue I taste his member above the fabric and my hidden desire becomes alive as I feel the taste.

Finally, I can not contain him anymore and in the doubt of not understanding if I am doing everything right or not, I decide to slide my fingertips through the elastic of his boxer, thus exposing his prominent bulge firm as rock.

"Eat it all, baby." His deep voice slurred.

"Baby!" The word gets me even more excited.

At the precise moment I push my head forward and put his knob in my mouth, tasting in delight I've been preparing for a lifetime.

Black Hamilton is an exquisite man!