Enora:I looked at him in shock. My hands began to shake and my lips began to tremble. What was going on?“You…You…”“You heard me right, Enora. I want to hear your Italian. What is ‘sexy’ in Italian?”I gulped and fiddled with my fingers under the table.“It is still, ‘sexy’, Sir. There… there is no change. Maybe a little accent though.”“I see.”He picked up his fork and stabbed his kebab. I watched his mouth wrap around it in the most seductive way and I felt my thighs clench. I gasped and turned the deepest shade of pink. Fuck! Why was he eating like that?I looked down at my food. I had lost my appetite. I tried to take a little amount to distract myself, but my hands shook, and I feared I would spill the food all over the floor.I watched him chew. His beautiful lips had never looked as sexy as they looked in this moment. I felt my thighs clench tighter and my mouth go dry. I wanted to kiss him, to taste the spiciness off his lips.He swallowed and reached for the wine and took
Enora:My eyes fluttered open. My body felt so heavy and weak. “What?”I was back in my bed. My shirt had been unbuttoned and a glass of water was placed next to me with some aspirin and a note.“Take these.”I read the note, the beautiful cursive handwriting danced in my eyes. It was beautiful and perfect just like the person that wrote it.I checked my phone. It was five in the morning. My brain was a bit fuzzy. I was trying my best to make out what had happened last night. As I kicked my feet out of the bed, I felt a sharp pain in between my things. My head cleared and last night flooded into my mind, threatening to give me a headache.I grabbed the aspirin and downed it with the water. I clenched my thighs and wondered how long it would take for the effect to reach down there.I flopped on the bed. It was early and the sun had barely scratched the horizon. A sigh escaped my lips as I moved my legs and felt the throbbing pain in my pussy. My face flushed a deep pink. He had been
Enora:I sat down at the table. It could just be me but I could feel the slight tension that bubbled in the air. I had a copy of the document in front of me, and I had taken the time to type another copy of it in Italian for Mr. Romeo.I passed it to him and his fingers grazed mine as he took it. I felt color come to my cheeks, but I dared not to look at those green eyes of his. I was feeling awful as it was.“Mr. Romeo, your company has a lot to offer mine and I believe that aligning our goals will benefit the both of us.”I relayed the information to Mr. Romeo and she gave me his response. For someone who looked just as handsome as Mr. Wright, he was quite rude, and I had to give Mr. Wright a paraphrased and lighter response.“He says that he doesn’t believe that there is anything that your company has to offer him. He says that the profits and returns are impressive but that he doesn’t see anything else that he can consider to be particularly worthy of his attention.”Mr. Wright ra
Enora:I looked at Mr. Wright in shock but the surprise on my face was nothing compared to Mr. Romeo.He looked pale, and the shimmer in his emerald green eyes was replaced by one of horror and regret. He looked like he had just gotten the wind knocked out of him by a punch to the solar plexus.“Mr. Romeo, I have to say that I admire the audacity of your flirting with my employee in the middle of a crucial business meeting. I think that at this point, we can both agree that this meeting is unnecessary, and we can also give Miss Lopez a break from lying for you.”His Italian was almost perfect. He had a few tone issues here but it was otherwise flawless.I shrunk back into my seat and from the corner of my eye, watched Mr. Romeo get up and leave. He was trying so desperately to hide his shame and almost left the room without his phone.We were finally alone. God! I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me.I could feel Mr. Wright’s eyes all over me but I didn’t dare to look at them.
Enora:Miss Lopez,I hope you are doing well. This is your errand and make sure you get exactly what is on this list. The money is for you to take a bus or cab or Uber.Two pairs of handcuffs, a blindfold, a riding crop(leather), a collar and any pair of lingerie in any color you like.Get them and get to the penthouse and wait for me.Mr. Wright.~~~My heart skipped a thousand beats. It was a miracle that I was still alive. Everytime my eyes glnaced through the items, I felt a shiver run down my spine.My mind began to unravel with the thoughts of what he was going to do to me. I wasn't certain if I was scared or aroused. Maybe it was the mix of the two that made my sex tingle with anticipation.I closed my laptop. I guess my work for the day was done. I tucked the letter into my purse and walked to the receptionist.My face felt hot and I prayed and hoped that no one has noticed and was staring at me. My eyes took note of every person that left and entered the building. If Mr. Wrig
Enora:I walked around the store for hours and stole sneaky glimpses of the letter and every time I did, my face flushed a bright red. If anything, buying all this stuff was punishment enough.I could only imagine the glee on his face if he was here with me and was watching me embarrass myself.I was on the last item and the nice sexy cat lady took me to the lingerie section.“Alright. Take your pick. My advice to you is that the look really sets the mood for all the fun time in the bedroom.”“Yeah…fun.”I flushed shyly and she left me alone to make my pick. There were so many colours and designs but the ones in black and red seemed to be the most prominent. I sighed and looked harder, trying my best to imagine what Mr. Wright would like.“Come on, Enora. You already bought everything else. Just pick one.”I held my head in my hand. This was so stressful. Fuck! I would have preferred any other punishment to this.“Would you really?” My inner voice spoke back, aggressively.I heaved a
Nathan’s POVI stood at the window and watched Enorsa leave. A nasty smile curled my lips. I was very proud of myself.I sighed and walked away from the window. The only thing that had been on my mind was the ordeal with Mr. Romeo. I hissed angrily. I had never met anyone as disrespectful as him. I already had a few existing ties with Romeo Industries that I made when Mr. Carlos Romeo, Mr. Elio Romeo’s father, was the CEO. The meeting with his arrogant and horny son was to reestablish those ties.I scoffed.If he was the new CEO, then it made perfect sense for me to withdraw all business deals with Romeo Industries. I felt a burning anger in my chest when I remembered the things he said to her. The insolent fool.“Mr. Wright?”I turned and saw Catherine standing behind me. I gave her a warm smile and she flushed slightly as she walked up to me.“You have another meeting in a few minutes. Mr. John came with his officials this time.”“Ah, yes, Mr. John.”I was a man of few emotions but
Enora:The way his eyes burned into me… I could barely breathe. Gasps escaped me; I felt my body moving according to his unspoken will. His thumb grazed my lips and he leaned closer to me. I closed my eyes, ready to receive his kiss.“Oww!”I felt a sharp tug at the collar and I was pulled out of my yearning to see his eyes burning with a carnal desire and a nasty smile on his lips.“Did I scare you, kitten?”His voice was husky, oozing a kind of darkness that seemed to invade my soul.“Yes,” I whispered, searching his face for any other feeling other than this carnal savagery.“You should be, This is a punishment. You do remember what you did, don’t you?”My throat ran dry, my eyes widened. He was mad about Mr. Romeo.“Kitten?”“It’s about Mr. Romeo. You are upset that I lied for him.”His grip on my collar eased up, and he retreated slightly, his brown eyes catching the fading sun that seeped its light through the window.“It’s not that you lied for him, Enora. You tolerated him. Yo
Enora:My tongue went dry. Why did I want to know?My brain tossed the question back at me: why ‘did’ I want to know?She was his employee and she had every right to talk to him. In seconds, I felt silly but it was too late. His eyes were fixed on me and he was waiting for an answer.“I…I just wanted to know. I was curious.”My face fell and I found myself looking at the tiled bathroom floor and the soap that was running down from my torso to my feet.“I would prefer that you look at me when you talk to me, Enora.”It was painful to raise my head and meet his gaze. I should have just kept my mouth shut and not said anything at all.“You said you were just…curious?”Hearing it from him, even my reply sounded so stupid. I was curious but this was different. I was never curious when Ms. Catherine called. This was the first time Miss Crystal called him and I was nosy for no reason.My stomach churned. God, I was going to have a bad case of nervous diarrhea.“I just… I shouldn’t have asked
Enora:He continued his call and I just stood there like a mannequin, staring at him. I wasn't even paying attention to the conversation. All my brain receptors had been blocked and the only thing that was ringing in my head was that he was talking to her.I didn’t even get a chance to say anything before he unceremoniously flung me over his shoulder like a bag of Thai rice. The thought of yelling as loud as I could so that Miss Crystal could hear me on the phone crossed my mind several times in a few seconds.But seriously, why was he even talking to her? I mean, her perfectly sculpted brain that she had along with that face of hers had to have known that Mr. Wright was not coming to the office.Being upside down didn’t bring any ideas to my head and I was finally planted firmly on my feet in Mr. Wright’s room.The call ended and he flung his phone onto the bed. He wasn't even worried about it smashing the wall.He stood there looking at me, feasting his eyes and I felt my stomach ch
Enora:Sleeping last night was difficult. My wrist still hurt even after I put the ointment on it before going to bed and I ended up waking up hours before my alarm and just stared at the ceiling. Today was the gala but I wasn’t feeling it. It wasn’t a new feeling, though. I never really like parties.Over on the dressing was the measly amount of makeup that I had. I had chosen my dress and it was in the wardrobe and my shoes were next to the wardrobe as well.My inability to sleep on time left me the time to get ready for the gala. It was a business one and the last thing I wanted was to make Mr. Wright late. I had only been here for a week and put my job on the line in so many ways. I wasn’t going to risk another strike.I curled into my blanket and sighed. Mr. Wright and what happened at dinner last night had been on my mind. A loud groan escaped my lips and I kicked up the blanket in frustration. Why did I have to go and ruin everything? I was such a wrecker.He apologized and we
Enora: The shower was refreshing. I had tossed my clothes into the laundry basket and my ripped underwear lay limp on the bathroom sink—a memento of the crazy experience I had just had. My sex still tingled and throbbed. The good kind, though. I could still hear his voice in my ears. The way he called my name and glorified my body.I had nevr felt prettier. It was enough to make me feel like a goddess. My lips tugged at the sides. I hoped the dry cleaning lady wouldn’t think anything of my clothes. I had always done my laundry on my own and frankly, this wouldn’t have been a problem. As I got out of the shower, my cool thoughts were interrupted and I was in slight disarray. Did I forgive him too easily? I wasn’t even in the right headspace. He was touching me and I wasn’t thinking straight and everything was out of control. I plopped myself down on the bed and dried myself off. I was such a fool. He kissed me and I forgave him. That was it. My hand smacked my forehead. I didn’t k
Enora: His other hand slid down my arm and made me drop the bowl of chicken on the counter. “Mr. Wright, I…” “Nathan. I want you to call me Nathan, Enora.” His arm grabbed my waist gently and he spun me around. His eyes were dark and hungry, brimming with lust and passion. I swallowed hard. “Nathan…” Calling him by his first name was weird. “...I… I don’t think…” “Please stop thinking, Enora.–” He pulled me close to him and his erection pressed against my tummy. My face was a new shade of pink and my breathing was rapid. “–I don’t want you to think. I want you to feel.” His hands ran across my face, my cheeks came alive and a shudder rippled through my body. It was such a small place but the feeling… “I want you to feel what I do to you. I have been watching you and I know that you want me but you have been pushing me away. Why?” It was like I had been doused with cold water. “You know why,” I said, with slight anger, pushing him away and increasing the gap between us. “I
Enora: I was in the kitchen with the ingredients. Honestly, I have no idea why I decided to blurt out about cooking but here we were. The ripe red tomatoes in the corner were staring at me. It was a basic Italian pasta dish. Nothing too serious. I had pulled off more difficult recipes but nothing with a hot boss standing behind me and looking over my shoulder. “You do know what you are doing, right?” I spun around and was slightly offended. Was he trying to insinuate that I wasn’t sure what I was doing? Rude! “I can manage, thank you very much. It is just pasta. That’s like Italian 101.” He chuckled and shook his head. That infectious smile of his. I would never get tired of it. He pulled a high stool and sat down and I got to work, trying my best to keep my knees under me. Come on, Enora. You can do this. Where are the pots? Pots clanged together as I rummaged through the cupboard. I had to find the right size. Ahah! I pulled out a big saucepan. Pristine and polished, reflect
Enora:He stood there looking at me hungrily. I could feel the passion building up inside me as well. He hadn’t touched me for days frankly, I wanted him to. I didn’t have my nightmares when I was with him. I noticed it the day we first had sex. It was comfortable just lying against his chest. His warm body, his strong beating heart. Everything about him was…comforting.He reached his hands out and stroked my cheeks. I flinched at first but soon, I relaxed into his touch. His palm was soft and smelled of nice fragrant hand cream.He pulled me in close and I felt his bulge rub against me while he let out a deep groan.“I am not the best with apologies but I need you Enora.”Before I could say anything, his lips swooped on mine and seized me into the deepest kiss. He tastes fresh and minty. His tongue slipped into mine and soon, my knees were buckling beneath me. He tasted amazing. Fuck. I wanted more. So much more. I couldn’t believe I had not had him for this long.“Enora…”He pulled
Nathan:I saw the nervous expression cloud her face as she walked towards me. With a nod, Mr. Alejandro left us alone and we walked quietly around the store.A sigh escaped my lips. I owned this place and the stares from the female workers got old very fast. Enora had her head bowed low, walking quietly by my side. I wanted to be mad at her for leaving me at the restaurant but I couldn’t bring myself to.She weakened me, tore down my defenses. It was an unusual feeling, nevertheless, some chastising was in order and I would get down to it once I knew what I wanted to know.“Have you seen anything you like?” I said to her, attempting to make small talk and ease her fears.She shook her head, without raising it. Another sigh escaped her lips. Her nervousness, fear, and anger all appealed to me. It was maddening.We stopped at a section and I pulled out a bright red dress from the hangers. She lifted her head slowly.“The quality is amazing,” I said dryly.It was hard to be enthusiastic.
Enora:I headed back to the office. My stomach churned. I wanted to palm myself in the face.The nightmares. I knew they hadn't stopped but I didn't expect him to hear them. For a rich penthouse, I expected the rooms to be more soundproof–a big thumbs down for architectural prowess.My head was lowered as I went back to my assigned office space. The whispers and stares didn't matter as much as they did to me anymore. Everyone could say whatever they wanted. I didn't care."Ouch!"I looked up, rubbing my forehead in pain."Miss Crystal. I didn't see you there."She scowled. Her perfect nose looked a little more witchy up close. Who knew?"I bet you didn't," she said acidly. "Might I recommend you a good optician so that you can get your eyes checked?"And with that, she stormed off. I scoffed. She was bitter that she wasn't going to the gala with Mr. Wright. I didn't blame her and I didn't care either. She could be as sour as a lemon for all I cared.I marched upstairs and soon reached