Chapter 4

For Mauro, it was the first time she had behaved in such a fiery way in bed. Although many men might like that, for him, it felt very uncomfortable. Her kisses were wild, and her hands roamed desperately over his body. They were clumsy movements. She was eager for him to make love to her aggressively.

In her head she kept projecting the image of this guy, who she didn't even know his name, but who was able to turn her on like her boyfriend couldn't do.

"Touch me," she begged him. He sat astride her body and placed both legs on either side of her hips, making contact with her private parts.

He was uncomfortable. He wasn't the kind of man she expected him to be. He liked making love to her, kissing her gently, touching her with the gentleness she deserved. Yet April only wanted him to treat her with disrespect, to take her so hard that every time her mind travelled back to that moment, her desire contracted.

Her lips began to trail down his neck as her hand slipped under his trousers. She was in for a big surprise.

"And this?" His member was asleep. It was the first time it had happened to them, as well as the first time she had behaved that way. "What is it, love?" she asked worriedly.

"It's just that it makes me uncomfortable."

She opened her eyes wide, did he mean it? She felt frustrated.

"But love?"

He helped her up. She didn't want to have sex, not like this.

"I don't know what's wrong with you, but I don't know you." She was stunned and wanted him to explain further, because she really didn't understand his attitude. "You know I love you, but you never behaved like that, as if you were one of those women..." She burst into laughter, and he didn't understand why. "What's so funny?" he inquired in annoyance.

"The problem you're making for yourself. Sometimes in a couple, in sex, one needs to innovate. Why not play the fantasy of being a woman on the street who sells her body and from whom you buy a couple of hours so that she can satisfy you?" But, she couldn't convince him either.

She rolled her eyes and did as he wanted.

Honestly, she was very upset. Did she want him? Of course, she did, but that didn't mean they couldn't try other things, play on each other's morbidity, and that was what he didn't like.

When they finished making love, she turned her back on him to go to sleep. She didn't even want to talk to him, because even though she had sex with him, she felt frustrated and still aroused.

When it was morning, she pretended that everything that happened the night before was the effect of the alcohol in her blood and promised him that she would not make him uncomfortable again, even though she only wished she could have a real orgasm.

April was starting her week looking forward to getting a new job. She needed to be able to generate some money to save for Cathy's treatment. Even though everyone told her it was impossible to raise that kind of money in such a short time, she wanted to try. She had bought the newspaper; in the employment section she checked a few that interested her, especially the one where they were asking for a secretary in a law firm. Although she hadn't finished her law degree, how hard could it be to work in a place like that? She was sure it was none, but what she didn't know was that it was the office where Santino worked and that they were looking for a secretary to take his diary.

She had put on a black knee-length dress skirt, sheer black stockings with black stiletto heels and a fuchsia off-the-shoulder sundress. She wore her hair in a high bun with her fringes to the side. Her wine-coloured lips and a little mascara. Simple but formal.

"Are you going for an interview?" Erika entered the room.

"Yes. I hope I'm lucky," she replied listlessly. She was tired of trying over and over again and always getting the same answer: "We'll call you".

"Come on, don't get discouraged, we trust you". Her best friend tried to give her strength and lift her spirits.

"Well, I'm going." She grabbed her bag and headed off to her first interview.

That day, Santino had four interviews scheduled. He was looking for a secretary who could keep up with his paperwork and keep him accountable for his schedule. The reality was that he felt self-sufficient enough to delegate to a third party a job he felt he could do on his own, but his superiors insisted he needed one, and well, he was on it.

The first one he interviewed, though visually striking, talked a lot, so much so that he couldn't stand the squeak of her horrible voice. That's why he dismissed her.

The second, on an academic level, was above the other three, but she was too shy, and while he wasn't looking for a woman to seduce, he was at least looking him in the eye when he spoke to her, and this woman barely looked up from the floor. So she was the second to be discarded.

The third one thought she was going to a nightclub in a slum, because she was dressed as if she was going to one; a white top that covered almost nothing, a black leather skirt with a pair of bikini bottoms and vedette-style make-up, so he didn't even bother to take her for an interview.

Now he was left with the fourth candidate, of whom he only knew the name, Abril Evans, because there was no photo. From what her file said, she was a law student, but had to interrupt her studies due to an accident that left her orphaned and in charge of a paralysed younger sister. One of the things that struck her most was why she wanted to work at the firm and why she thought the law firm should hire her. Her greatest desire was to get the job so that she could raise the money for her sister's operation. Santino was not a man to be moved, least of all by someone he didn't even know. If he was frank, he didn't care either.

As he turned his back to the door, it opened. April entered the office. He, without even bothering, offered her a seat. She complied, even though his voice sounded familiar. When he was ready to begin the interview, she turned in her seat and got a big surprise.

"You?" She looked up at him with her brown eyes.

Cheekily, he lowered his gaze to her breasts and then back to her eyes.

"At least you covered them this time," he said matter-of-factly.

What the hell was wrong with that guy? Feeling annoyed, she said it was all a mistake and got up to leave, but he immediately lashed out in a firm voice.

"Sit down. Now." His voice sounded forceful. She only raised an eyebrow. Who did he think he was? There was no man who would try to dominate her Would she leave him to it? He's so wrong. "Sit down, I don't like to repeat myself," he said when he saw that she didn't comply with his order immediately.

"No" she replied with self-assurance.

He got up from his seat and approached her body silently and at a slow pace.

Feeling his closeness provoked strange sensations in her body that she was unable to express. She could only recoil with every step she took.

He knew how he put her and took advantage of it to intimidate her. He began to follow her steps until he managed to get her back to the seat, where he ordered her to sit. Suddenly, she staggered and fell into the chair. He then placed his hands on each armrest and moved close enough to make her intimacy contract and her breathing quicken.

"You're not old enough to play the rebellious teenager," she said huskily. "If I tell you to sit down, you just do it" she reminds him with firmness in her words.

"I don't want to" she challenges him and tries to stand up, but he won't let her.

"Sit down" he demands, digging his nails into the leather of the armchair.

His authoritarian attitude left her mute and excited.

His eyes traveled down her face and rested brazenly on her lips and breasts.

How could she not say anything to him? She was attracted to him, to his eyes and his domineering way of treating her. Just the thought of what it would be like in intimacy made her heart begin to pound and her body catch fire.

"You need me to tie you up," he said very close to her lips.

Mesmerized by the mental impact of his words and intoxicated by his manly fragrance, she didn't notice him half-open his mouth, expecting his lips to be on hers and his tongue to enter and savagely attack her entire oral cavity, but that doesn't happen and just like that, he goes back to his desk.

"Fucking asshole."

Frustration.

Anger.

Pleasure?

"Let's get started."

Something about her appealed to him, aroused his darker side. He just wanted to tie her up and play with her until he had no desire left. Her body would receive an experience as exquisite as it was arousing.

"Tell me about it, Miss Evans," he said without taking his papers from the desk. What he read was enough for him to know he wanted her.

"Well..." She tried not to show how nervous she was, but her cheeks were red and her heart still couldn't steady itself emotionally; it felt like it was going to burst out of her mouth.

She started to tell him about her academic background, but he stopped her. That wasn't what he was interested in knowing.

"Enough."

She looked at him in confusion. Now what was wrong with her?

"What's wrong now?" she questioned annoyed and rolled her eyes.

"Don't ever do that again," he snapped seriously.

She looked at him blankly. What did he mean?

"Do what?" I was beginning to think he was a sick man with a little psychiatric problem.

"Roll my eyes. It doesn't allow me to concentrate."

She raised her eyebrows, that made his eyes go as wide as they could go, and stifled a laugh.

"Do you have a little problem?" she held back a laugh.

"Yes," she was surprised at his answer, "What was I playing at?" he said crisply.

Something in her clicked and she couldn't help but want to know more.

Santino, without knowing him, made her feel those tingles in her lower abdomen that didn't happen with her boyfriend and only because of the way he spoke to her, the way he looked at her.

She knew it was wrong, something told her that playing along with him would take her to a point where there would be no turning back, even so, she wanted to experiment with the new things her body was experiencing.

"Yes? And why would that be your problem?" she asked defiantly and somewhat flirtatiously.

"Because I wish to punish you." Her eyes were completely dilated.

A thousand ways he could do it crossed his mind. Something about him set her skin on fire.

Santino proved to be everything he was looking for in a man, and she represented to him a woman who overflowed sensuality and eroticism with her mere presence and whose temperament made him want to discipline her as only he could.

As much as she wanted to send him to hell, he was like a magnet, like a pendulum that moved before her eyes and hypnotised her, immobilised her and made her do and say things that, in her state of consciousness, where she herself could be in control of her actions, she could not comment on.

"And how?" he was curious.

"You may feel that I will disrespect you" he spoke sincerely, though by this point he already had, but she seemed to like feeling that she was his object of desire.

"Falsify me" he said in a whisper, letting out a moan.

"I would strip her naked and force her to kneel before me. I would take her hands and tie them behind her back. I would use a leash around her neck and tie her to the hook just under my desk, running the leather between her naked breasts, through the folds of her wet pussy so that she can't lift her head, so that she knows that before me that is the posture she must adopt: total abnegation, obedience and respect. Then I would torture her using all kinds of toys and only to seek my pleasure and make you learn to obey my orders, abide by my rules." The way he said it made her body feel like reaching orgasm in his arms. Projecting in his mind everything he said to her caused her sex to throb hard and become excessively wet and an involuntary action, caused him to have an explosion of desire in every fragment of his body: biting his lower lip. "Do it again." She had to squeeze her legs together to intensify that exquisite sensation from within her moist intimacy. "Bite your lip" he ordered again. His commanding voice inadvertently forced her to do it again.

"Why do you like it?" she wanted to know more.

"Because I imagine her aroused and enjoying it." His voice sounded so sensual and hot she was afraid she'd stand up and fall over from how giddy it made her. "I want to tie you up," he said bluntly.

April felt in her body the charge of extreme need that each of his words held, and it was at that moment that her boyfriend's name popped into her mind.

She reacted. What was this man saying to her? She felt offended and annoyed.

She stood up and angrily shoved him and said angrily: "You are a rude pig.

He didn't move a muscle.

Satino was a man who could smell desire in women. He could sense in the air the scent their bodies emanate when they are aroused, when they want to be taken and have the fire burning in their sensitive areas soothed. He knows what his presence provokes them and she is no exception.

Santino is a man who knows what he wants and she is the one he wants.

"And you like it," he said confidently.

She raised her eyebrow and guffawed at his cynicism.

"You think you're the last glass of water in the desert? I'd rather die dehydrated" she mumbled sharply, not waiting for his response.

"Yes, I am, and believe me this glass of water won't leave you dehydrated at all." He stood up, exposing the bulge in his crotch Was he not ashamed?

"Depraved!" He turned away from looking at his crotch, that button that was about to explode from his noticeable erection.

"I'll tell you what." The force of attraction kept her from sending him to hell and running away from there, so she stayed to hear him. "I see your sister needs treatment for her paraplegia and that costs a lot of money. I would be willing to help her," he says, and she hesitates. It was a lot of money and even he, being one of the best lawyers in the country, doubted he could have that kind of money in pesos. Besides, who is charitable with an amount like that? No one. But he was sure of her words and, above all, that she would end up saying yes.

"And how? According to you" she asks defiantly and he can only restrain the urge to submit to her desires. She doesn't like his haughty attitude at all.

"I can offer you the solution to your problems, something that will suit us both. Miss Evans, I am in a position to give you the money for the treatment."

Of course I could.

Santino Rivas was famous for his talent and for handling million-dollar lawsuits for important political figures, so, frankly, the amount she needed didn't mean much to him.

"What you need for me is change." He flaunted the high purchasing power he had.

April felt hurt. No one, these days, gives away that kind of money, and to play games with such a great need was something she wouldn't allow him to do.

"I will not allow you to play with my need!" she made it clear to him, but his proposal was true.

"It is not a game. I'm offering you the money in exchange for something."

She was offended, but she was very curious, so she could not withdraw without knowing what his proposal consisted of.

"In exchange for what?" she inquired.

"From you. I want the exclusivity of having you to myself as many times as I want within the parameters set out in the agreement, of course."

Hearing that made him sit back down.

He took a deep breath out of nervousness and confusion at hearing that.

"What agreement?" What was he talking about?

"The possession one."

"A possession agreement?" she repeated, more confused than before. He would clear her doubts at once.

"The one to be your lord and master. Give me your body, thus feeding my desires and fantasies, and I will give you the money you need."