Simply Under Your Spell

It was with great torment that Zoe ran through the pathways of my mind when I sought the comfort of my bed. The girl simply has me under a spell that I cannot explain. Never has a woman defined how I spend my moments, where for now, my moments are filled with the presence of Zoe, whether I like it or not.

She seemed to have been so close in my grasp last night, but if it were not for Ethan that ripped me away from her side, I would have victory written all over my face this morning.

As the sun comes streaming through the open window, I only but stretch every inch of my muscled physique. Now generally, you shall find a blonde or brunette filling the empty space in my bed, but my obsession with Zoe has grown so strong that I do not wish for another to be by my side.

I slowly make my way over to the shower; I turn the water on before stepping in. The water is running down my hair, all over my body. The droplets from the showerhead do nothing but accentuate my strong shoulders, glistening off my arms and trickle down my sculpted chest. I watch as it travels down over my rippled abs and further to my semi-erect length.

I grab a bath sponge and lather it with body wash. I rub it down over my chest…my shoulders…my neck. I slide it over every inch of my toned body. I close my eyes and rinse the shampoo from my hair. Every second, every minute, my body is still raging. I can feel the tension build up; my semi-erect length is now full and throbbing. A throbbing I would love to conquer with.

Once I am done, I wrap a towel around me and head back to my room to get dressed. I slide my toned legs into black designer pants, a dark button-up shirt. In precisely twenty minutes, I flip my suit jacket over my shoulder and make my way downstairs.

There I find an eager Ethan tapping at his watch, "You have a meeting at the club in ten minutes."

I only but frown at him, "You know I was supposed to go into the office today? I have not been there in over three days."

With a rumble of laughter coming from his chest, he feels the need to point the obvious out, "It is because you have a certain brunette occupying your mind."

"Yes," I hitch my voice only but a fraction, "Next time, I will fucking kill you if you interrupt me."

He only shakes his head at me and starts to head outside towards the car. As I sit in the back seat while Ethan is navigating his way into town towards my club, I cannot get rid of this nagging irritation that still has the heat consuming my skin.

I want Zoe, and I will simply not rest until I have her right where she needs to be.

But finding my way into the club, I need to put my game face for there lies serious business ahead. Now, apart from being the biggest Property Developer and owning a few businesses such as restaurants and clubs, I also dangle my fingers in the illegal kind.

And it is with this business that I have come across a little problem today; a very eager opponent has had the nerve to intercept a container that belongs to me.

So seated in my office is the very Stone, and I have not made any secret of it that I am fuming mad. And as I enter the office, he only but looks at me, "What is the meaning of this Foster?"

"I called you here to talk to you man-to-man about your intentions with returning my container."

He bursts out in a fit of uncontrollable laughter that only but winds me up again, yet, I let it go and wait for him to get whatever he seems to find so amusing of his chest.

Then he continues, "Yes, about that. It was so kind of you to have it lying around."

Something in me snaps, and I am on the edge of falling into that abyss of anger, but I compose myself and continue to answer, "It is not your property, and we both know that you intercepted it before it got to my warehouse."

"Well, then, consider it as mine."

"Oh, I believe not. I am telling you that you cannot take my shit."

I watch as there is a flare-up of what I can only assume is irritation and maybe a bit of anger on his face. "You are telling me?"

"Yes, Stone, that is what I said. I firmly advise you to consider what I ask."

Now, if I thought that talking to him like a gentleman would get me anywhere, I am sadly mistaken, for he immediately takes a hostile stance. I guess that we have come to that point where things are now going to become ugly.

"Foster, you can screw yourself. It belongs to me now."

"Well, Stone, you can go fuck yourself. I am getting that container back."

He smirks at me as he tosses his shot of whiskey to the back of his throat, "That is not going to happen."

"I am afraid that it is." I take a sip of the chilled whiskey and place my glass on the table. "I am telling you that you will return my property."

"And if I don't?"

"Then you will see what happens."

I slip my hands into the back of my pants and grip firmly onto my gun. And as he is not looking, I slip it under my jacket lying on the table.

Then he starts again, "This is how it is going to work, Foster. What I took is mine now. So you can kindly go and fuck yourself."

And that is me; all restraint that I was holding together rips loose by the seams, "We will see about that."

And in an instant, I have slipped my hand underneath my jacket and am holding a Ruger firmly pointed at Stone's face. Yes, perhaps I lied. I came here with the full intention to show him that I mean what I am saying. And it gives me great satisfaction to see the terror that has now crept into his eyes.

Then after what seems a good five minutes, Stone finds his voice to speak again, "You are playing a dangerous game, Foster."

"Nobody touches my shit. Least of all you. Now," I lift my gun but an inch higher to line it perfectly with his temple, "You will return it before this day is over."

"You," in what seems to be a very slow five seconds, Stone reaches for his own piece and aims it straight at my forehead, hoping to catch me fumble, yet he does not know that I am far fucking better than he is.

I keep eyes level and stare him down, waiting for him to falter, though he holds his gun firmly, so I only but take mine and move it to him even closer. It seems that only one of us will see the end of the day. I have taken that step and walked straight over that line without even blinking. I have said this before, and I will continue to repeat it. Nobody fucks with Foster Rosario.

And perhaps I should repeat it to this man that seems to be as thick as a doornail, "I am not asking you again, Stone. I need for you to return it."

Then there is a shatter as the glass tumbles to the floor. I watch as Stone rise from his seat, but then there is a knock at the door.

As I hear the voice coming from the other side, I lower my gun and slide it back underneath my jacket. Stone looks at me with a rather relieved face, but just as he is about to exit, I give him a friendly reminder, "You will return what is mine. Consider she saved your life today."

And with that enters Zoe, with the most beautiful smile on her face, "Sorry, but Ethan said it is okay for me to come in."

With only but the biggest smirk on my face, my heart flutters as I stride over to her, "You have no idea how good it is to see you. Now promise me that you will stay?"

"Well, Mr. Rosario, why do you think I am here?" With that, she walks to the window that looks out over the club.

As I sit down in the chair behind the desk, I cannot help but study her intensely. As she sways that perky ass, it sets my body aflame.

In an instant, I find myself behind her. She turns around to face me; there is clear confusion in her eyes; there is a fire waiting to be released. I tangle my hands in her hair and seek the softness of her lips. With every wink, I pull her closer, and then I pull away. I taunt and tease, slowly claiming her as mine.

The carnal desire to feel that raw passion takes over my body. I clear the entire contents of the desk onto the floor. I grab her ankles and slide her closer. With gentle but trembling hands, I lay her back on the table.

I stare into her eyes. She arches her back and pushes herself into my raging erection. Her body whimpers and begs to be touched.

"Foster, take me,"

As she says these words, I feel a sharp bolt shoot straight through my heart. Then all reasoning steps out the door.

Her arms clasp around my neck as she needs to have my body closer. My body jerks at first, but then I allow myself to give in. The thought of her naked body fuels the raging fire within me; she consumes my body. It is not her lips that I reach for; my tongue finds the sensitive parts below her ear. The moan that escapes her lips awakens an even greater longing for her body and soul. The touch of her skin against my tongue sends a fiery passion throughout my core. I cannot keep my self-control any longer, my mouth finds her lips, and I prepare to take him, take every bit that I can have. It's like a battle raging in my mouth as my every stroke is aimed to make her body quiver.

Her hands unlock behind my neck, and they are moving all over. First down my shoulders, then down my chest, I can feel my heart pounding beneath my flesh. Her touch sends my blood racing as she moves further down to my waist. My body freezes, and for a moment, I stop breathing, then her hand reaches between my thighs, finding my erection. A growl escapes my lips, followed by her deep moan.

And what I see next sends seven sensations of horror to my core.