Natalie’s POVEvery time Rafael touched me, I felt weak, even though I felt like I was holding the world in my hands, touching the stars, and experiencing happiness itself.How can someone be both my weakness and my source of strength? That's exactly what I felt for him.I felt like I was drowning in him, melting under his touches and kisses as his tongue traced a map on my body. Despite being on the conference table, I completely forgot that someone might barge in at any moment.All I could think about was that it wasn't enough. I craved more, more of him. I wanted him to dive into me, to feel him completely. My hands instinctively began to undo his belt, disregarding his whispers about why we couldn't do that at that moment.As I reached for his belt, he froze, gripping my hands tightly above my head and kissing me forcefully. I enjoyed his possessive kisses and dominant touch. I loved how he controlled and guided me during our intimacy.Without warning, he stopped kissing me, locki
Rafael’s POVI listened to the busy tone repeatedly played on my phone as I was laying on the big lather sofa in my office. I made three consecutive calls and all of them were rejected. I let out a ragged breath filled with rage. As for the seventh call I failed to get through. The tenth call, the eleventh call, the twelfth call. Every time I made a call I hear the disconnected tone. I gritted my teeth and hissed, “Why her phone is busy all this time?”Jack, my personal assistant, and Norm, my secretary, exchanged looks. They were discussing some details about the upcoming deal and when they heard me raved angrily, they focused with me and carefully observed my expression for a bit. I saw a playful excepressin on their faces, whereas Norm was trying to hide his amusement, Jack said with a chuckle, “Rafael, in this situation, when you hear the busy tone repeatedly, usually means that your number had been black listed!”I glared at his without understanding and roared, “Black listed?
Natalie’s POVAfter driving for an hour without a determined destination, thinking about what I had read in the contract that Rafael showed me, I found myself standing before the door of the place I liked the most - the gathering of amateur painters. Even though I wasn’t a professional painter yet, I felt relaxed whenever I started painting.I stood before the blank drawing board, and all I could see was Rafael's face. An amusing thought suddenly popped into my head. I smiled a small smile and started drawing lines on the board. Every line I drew was a release of frustration and anger towards Rafael. His thick eyebrows were knit together, his sharp gaze was gleamed with evil, and his tightened lips curved into a playful smirk. That was how I imagined his facial features at that moment. Then I painted him holding a whip, poised like an executioner.Finally, after almost three hours, I finished my initial draft and stared at the board with satisfaction. He deserves it. A hasty idea came
Debbie’s POVElectric pleasure surged through my veins as his touch caressed my most sensitive areas. Arching my head back, I couldn't help but release a symphony of moans and groans.“Yeah. Push harder!” I moaned, shivering with pleasure.The man slapped my buttocks and then growled, releasing his sperm into the condom inside me. We laid on the bed, panting heavily.I gazed into his eyes with satisfaction. We’ve been having an affair for two months now. Did Rafael really think that I’d just be waiting for him? Living the life of a nun?No matter how many times I tried to seduce him and invited him to my bed, he insisted that we should wait! He didn't even kiss me except at our engagement party. His continuous rejection of me and my desires was painful.Sometimes I feel like he doesn't even see me as a woman. I remember once when I joined him on a business trip, I wore lingerie and lay in his bed waiting for him to finish his meeting. All he did was wish me a good night and send me to
Natalie’s POVThe more I read, the more interested I became in what was written in that contract. I made sure to sit apart from Rafael and instructed him to take a seat away from me, ensuring that his presence wouldn't influence my decision.However, his aura was affecting me even though he was sitting on the sofa in the corner of my room while I remained perched on the edge of my bed.I cleared my throat and mumbled, “So, you’re saying in this clause that I should ask you about every detail of my daily life? Does that mean I should ask you which pad size I should use during my period?” I mocked him. Sure I wouldn’t agree to that crazy contract, but I was curious what limit he would push this domineering thing, that’s why I asked.He raised an eyebrow, staring into my eyes. Then, a slight smile crept onto his lips as he said, “I wouldn't mind even if you asked me to change them for you, if that's what you wanted!”I shouted in disbelief, “NO! Of course not.”“Yes, that’s what I thoug
Rafael’s POVI couldn't believe my ears when Natalie said yes and agreed to give it a try just once, so she could make her decision. I felt grateful, nonetheless.She bit her lower lip, waiting for my next move. I enjoyed the intensity of her gaze as she anticipated my touch. I knew then that the chemistry between us was undeniable.“Take off your clothes!” I started, in a command tone.She stared at me blankly without giving any reaction. All I saw on her face was confusion.“Take them off, Natalie!” I ordered again, firmly, with a more insistent tone this time.The flush of red on her cheeks heightened her allure, making her seem even more attractive, as if inviting possession. She averted her gaze from mine as she slowly removed her shirt.“Look me in the eye and keep taking off the rest,” I murmured softly, attempting to ease her evident embarrassment.She bit her lip and placed her hands on her trousers, unbuttoning them as she locked eyes with me. I felt my body tense with desir
Natalie's POV My heart pounded inside my chest. 'Is he going to torture me?' I wondered. Despite feeling a bit anxious, curiosity drove me to allow him to guide me and take control. In the end, I was certain he would never hurt me, at least not physically, as he had already hurt me emotionally before. My hands were tied above my head with his tie, and my eyes were covered, leaving me completely blinded. His husky voice sent shivers down my spine as he whispered, “Blindness will boost your sensation to my touch.” “Okay, but untie my hands. I want to feel you,” I mumbled with anticipation. “No touching. You’re not allowed to touch me,” he said, his voice a little harsh. I sensed he was in a sadistic mood. So, anxiety and expectation surged within me. I wouldn’t lie and say that I was sturdy. I was anxious but yearning for the experiment as well. I was lying on the sofa, my hands tied above my head and my eyes completely blinded. Despite my inability to see, I could sense his presen
Rafael’s POV In the dim light of the corridors, we sneaked downstairs. I was walking ahead while holding Natalie's hand as she followed behind me. “What if we found Laura in the kitchen?” she whispered. “So what? I don't care!” I whispered back. She hit me on my shoulder and mumbled through gritted teeth, "But I do!” She insisted that we shouldn’t let any of the domestic staff see us sneaking after midnight towards the kitchen. The house was immersed in silence and darkness, indicating that all of its residents were asleep. Once we barged into the kitchen, we broke to laughter. She promptly lifted her hand to cover my mouth and placed her other hand’s finger on her cherry lips, and hissed, “Shsh” I sucked her fingers on my lips. I was addicted to every small touch from her. She pushed me and yelled without sound, just moving her lips, “Hoolagine.” I mocked her and said loudly, “Laur…” She covered my mouth with both of her hands. I chuckled and mumbled from beneath them, “Why