FelixAs I carry her to my room, I catch a whiff of that lavender again. I don’t know if she guessed that I purposely turned everything in the bathroom into lavender.The soap, the hand wash, the lotion.I can’t wait to take her dress off and taste it all over her. I know she’s used it.I open the door and kick it shut behind me. I want to throw her on the bed, but I remember the bruises and instead lay her down on it.Her arms reach for my neck, and she pulls me closer to herself, kissing me tenderly. I turn it passionate.Our tongues dance with each other as I slide my hands under her dress, feeling her smooth skin underneath.I gently lift it off of her. She moans into my mouth as my fingers trail up her thighs and reache the edge of her panties.I break away from our kiss and look into her eyes, seeing my desire and need mirrored. I trail kisses down her neck, nipping at the sensitive skin until I reach the swell of her breasts.I flick my tongue over the fabric of her bra, feelin

FelixAs I drill into her, her waist in the palms of my hand, her ass moving in waves while my dick attacks her full throttle, I want to show her who’s boss.Our bodies are slick with sweat, our pants harsh against each other’s ears as I drive into her with a feral hunger, I can barely contain, my balls slapping against her ass while I devour her body and soul.I pump faster and faster. The only sound resonating is our heavy panting and skin against skin.I bend forward, grab her hair in my fist, and pull her neck back so her body is arched like a kitten’s.“You really are trouble, aren’t you, Emily?” I ask her.“You like it dirty, huh?” she says, turning her face at an angle where I can see her bite her lip.“Oh, you have no idea,” I whisper, sliding my hands up to her breasts and squeezing them gently before thrusting.I find a steady pace, controlling, and calculative. I know how women cum, and this one...I want her to fucking cum, and cum, and cum again. I want to please her like

EmilyAlto scowls but does as he is told, grabbing the two other men and heading out.Just before they exit, he turns, looks at me, and then at Felix. He asks, “What about her?”“She works for me now,” says Felix coldly.“Boss. I ain’t done her background check.”I feel the panic rise in my heart. What if they need to do a background check?What if they discover who I really am and find my ID fake, which it is.“Get out,” says Felix, ending this conversation. I sigh with relief.Once they are gone, Felix turns to me with an apologetic look.“I am so sorry about that,” he says softly, putting a hand on my shoulder gently.“It’s okay,” I say. Felix is scanning my face closely, and I know why.He wants to see if the violence has made me nervous.It hasn’t, and why would it?I grew up in the Battaglia home, surrounded by this sort of stuff all the time.But I pretend it’s shaken me up because I risk losing more than I gain if I don't.“Sir,” I say, moving to the man. “Are you alright? Wha

EmilyI’ve been working for Felix for three weeks now, and much to my chagrin, each day is harder than the last - at home and in the basement of his office.At home, we linger on the periphery of desire.I can see it in his eyes, and he can see it in mine.Forced to live in close proximity, forbidden by the nature of our professional understanding to fall prey to our desires, our relationship is a delicate balance between suppressing our emotional and physical needs and giving into temptation.But it’s in the basement where things really heat up.Every time Felix walks by me, his scent overwhelms me.The musky smokiness of his cologne is like a drug to me.I find myself craving every inch of his body - his broad shoulders, chiseled chest, and washboard abs.My attraction to Felix simmers and boils as I watch him move around the room, barking authoritative orders at his subordinates.He’s different at work and at home. At home, he’s endearing, cooking meals, helping me iron my clothes

Felix“Oh, I’m feeling more than frisky,” she whispers, her breath hot against my skin.She bites my lower lip, playful and clear - rules are meant to be forgotten.I feel a shiver run down my spine as her lips graze my neck. My body responds to her touch, and I feel myself growing hard against her.Without warning, I flip her around, pinning her against the wall and taking control. Her face is turned sideways, and I bend forward.My lips meet hers in a fierce, passionate kiss, and I feel her moan against my mouth.My hands roam over her body, exploring every inch of those delicious curves.I rip off her blouse, revealing her black lacy bra underneath. Emily gasps as my hands cup her breasts, teasing her nipples with my thumbs.Emily’s breath hisses out at my touch.I bend over and kiss her breast, sucking until a blush blooms under the skin of her tight, pink nipple. She arches against me, her eyes fluttering closed as my tongue flicks the bud.Her skin is so warm and soft that I can