by Jan Bowles
He spread his hands wider still, and looked to the skies. “Big trunk? You’re kidding me, right?”
Realizing it wasn’t what he wanted to hear, she dug an even deeper hole for herself. “A large trunk is always useful when a girl has a lot of shopping to carry.”
“Shopping?” He looked incredulous. His beautiful black eyes now fizzled with frustration and disappointment. He was pissed with her, that was for sure, and he had every right to be, too. She’d always considered herself to be an intelligent woman. After all, she’d been attending law school before taking this job. So why the hell had she thought it smart to give such dumbass answers to her boss? He’d wanted her to share his enthusiasm, and the only thing she could come up with was—does it come with a big trunk?
Imbecile.
However, she wasn’t through being the female version of Forrest Gump just yet, and she found herself blurting out, “Well, it’s real nice, boss, but when all is said and done, it’s just a car. Just like my Ford is.”
He shook his head, and she saw despair etched into his handsome features. “Perhaps I made a mistake by employing you as my personal assistant, Paige. Maisy Collins at the agency informed me that you were the best available. The very best, but”—he shrugged—“maybe she got it wrong.”
This morning was turning into a disaster. Only ten minutes ago, they’d smiled into each other’s eyes as she’d straightened his tie, and now this achingly beautiful man was having second thoughts to the extent that she feared he might fire her on the spot.
I need to keep this job.
In fact, he wasn’t merely frustrated, he was downright angry, and roughly taking hold of her shoulders, he pushed her toward the Caparelli. “Just a car? Just a fucking car? Is that how you see life, Paige? In black and white? Well, let me tell you something, woman, I see life in color. Glorious, vibrant color.”
She looked up into his eyes, and saw the passion growing even stronger. He was frightening her now, but turning her on, too.
Paige tried in vain to placate him. “Leon, I—”
“Silence. Don’t dare to interrupt while I am speaking.”
She submissively lowered her head, which she knew was exactly what he wanted her to do, and it pleased her to do it also.
“Just a car?” he angrily repeated again. “Is The Mona Lisa just a painting? Are the pyramids at Giza just blocks of stone in the Egyptian desert? Is the Kohinoor Diamond just a piece of carbon devoid of artistry?” He banged the flat of his hand against his chest. “No, no, no. They are wonders of creation, just like a Caparelli.”
Taking hold of the tops of her arms, he strode menacingly toward her, forcing her to stumble back against the hood of the Caparelli. Unable and unwilling to break eye contact with him, he pushed some more, until she fell backward. Then she knew. She suddenly understood the passion that consumed him, because the sensuous curve of the hood, shielding the mighty engine beneath, perfectly filled the hollow of her back.
With blazing fire in his eyes, he took hold of her hands and yanked them above her head, until her fingers impacted painfully against the windshield. He then kissed her with an intensity that made her further understand the magnificent man that was Leonardo Caparelli.
“Is Paige Palmer just a woman?” he hissed.
There would be no more mistakes. She knew exactly the reply he wanted. “No, she’s very special.”
He kissed her again. “She’s more than special. She’s an exquisite creation, uniquely designed to give and receive pleasure.”
“Yes, Leon, yes.” Just the way he spoke in that cultured, authoritative way of his made her pussy ache for him, and when he kneed her legs apart, she made absolutely no effort to resist. Why should she? After all, this was what she’d been waiting for. Without asking or needing her permission, he laid his body over hers, and she loved the way his delicious weight spread her legs wider still, leaving her in no doubt about his desire when she felt his rock-hard cock pressing and twitching against her. Only their clothes stopped the physical contact from becoming unbearably intimate.
“You’re here because you need my guidance, both at work and at play.”
“Yes.” She knew she pandered to his ego, and he knew it, too.
Leon’s eyes appeared as dark, satanic pools as they stared unblinkingly at her. His beautiful face was achingly close to hers, and it turned her on when his warm, excited breath feathered her cheek.
He brushed his lips against her ear and whispered, “We made a connection, Paige. The first time we met, I recognized it straight away, and so did you.”
“Yes.” Oh, God, yes. He was right. When he’d introduced himself, and she’d slipped her hand in his, she’d felt the connection, too, as a subtle sexual awareness passed between them. Just that dominant, all-confident look in his eyes had made her go weak at the knees.
He nipped at her earlobe, causing her to writhe beneath him with wanton expectation. “What I saw that day was a strong, independent woman, making her own way in life. A woman unafraid to face new challenges. A proud woman.”
“Yes, you already know me so well,” she breathily replied.
“But I saw another side to that strong independent woman, too, Paige. I saw a side that wants and needs to be controlled by a powerful man. A submissive side to your personality that has always been there, always been a part of what makes you the woman you are today.” He kissed her passionately on the lips again, this time forcing his tongue deep inside her mouth. “This hidden side to your character needs to be explored and satisfied. You’ve read about me, everyone has. You know what my sexual preferences are.”
Her mouth was dry with excited anticipation, and she quickly swiped her tongue over her parched lips. “Yes, I know. That’s what I like about a powerful man like you,” she murmured quietly.
“Good answer, baby, and as a reward, I’m gonna fuck your beautiful wet pussy right here, on the hood of my own personal creation. I’m gonna assert my dominance over you. That’s what you want, no point denying it.”
“Oh, God yes.” She’d never uttered three more truthful words in all her twenty-seven years on the planet. Her lips were still dry, unlike her pussy, which was anything but as her feminine juices flowed with wild abandon.
She felt him transfer both her wrists, which still lay pinned above her head, into the charge of a single strong hand. Leon was an immensely powerful man, and he had no trouble restraining her this way. He briefly stroked his free hand across her cheek, then down her neck, before pausing momentarily, and slightly menacingly, at her throat.
His penetrating eyes searched hers again. “I have total control over you, Paige, and can do whatever I choose. Never forget that.”
She nodded submissively. He was right.
With fingers spread wide, Leon traced a path over the curves of her breasts and belly, before lifting the hem of her skirt.
Dear God Almighty, it was going to happen. It was really going to fucking happen. This gorgeous man was going to take her right here and now as she lay defenseless on the hood of a five-million-dollar car. She’d fantasized many times about how it would feel to have him deep inside her, his huge prick deliciously filling her. In fact, the last time was barely a couple of hours ago, when she’d showered, and thank God, shaved her pussy at the same time. It was now silky smooth. She hoped Leon liked it that way, because despite what she’d read in the tabloids and glossy magazines, the subject of whether he liked his women smooth or hairy had unsurprisingly never been broached. When she felt his fingers tighten around the waistband of her panties, she guessed she’d soon find out.
He looked into her eyes again. The intensity of emotion that radiated back at her seemed to be growing with each and every moment they spent together. “You’re mine.” He pulled hard at her panties, lifting her ass from the hood of the Caparelli before the flimsy silk material finally surrendered to his overwhelming force.
As he ripped them from her body, he became even more pumped up, and wit
h an animalistic expression to his manly features, he held the ruined garment over his nose and mouth, before closing his eyes and breathing in. After several incredibly deep inhalations, he took them from his face and said, “Oh, baby, you smell as good as I imagined.”
His words and the sexy way they slipped from his lips made her feel like a million dollars. So the great Leonardo Caparelli had fantasized about her, too. That snippet of information did her sense of well-being no harm whatsoever. Her boss was clearly a man who enjoyed the sensory pleasures a woman’s body offered, because she couldn’t stop herself from squirming with delight when he stroked the length of her slit with his finger, before pushing it deep inside her wetness.
He was one hell of a sexy guy, and when her mouth fell open, a barely audible whimper left her lips. “Leon.”
“Hush, baby, shhh.” Then, never once taking his eyes from hers, he took his finger from deep inside her pussy before teasing her clit with slow circular movements. “Leon’s in charge.”
He was.
Paige watched mesmerized as he sucked her feminine juices from his fingers. “Mmm, you taste as good as you smell.”
She felt her worth as a woman and a human being grow with each compliment he paid her.
Wanting him more than she’d ever wanted any man, she whimpered submissively, “Please, Leon, I need you inside me.”
He stood and started to remove his jacket. “You can do better than that, Paige, much better. Try again.”
She’d already figured out in the short time they’d spent together that his dominant nature meant he wasn’t adverse to a begging, compliant female. Well, that suited her just fine, because it was something she’d always got off on. “Boss, please, boss, don’t tease me.” To show just how much she wanted him right now, she stretched out her arms in an attempt to encourage him. “Please, sir. Please, Mr. Caparelli, sir.”
“Better, much better.”
Keeping his focus entirely on her, Leon unbuckled the handcrafted leather belt around his waist, then started to lower his pants. Paige looked on in awe, feeling her pussy moisten further and her sexual anticipation mount, as he slowly, ever so slowly lowered the expensive Italian cloth down his powerful thighs, which were covered with a sexy smattering of jet-black hair.
Fucking hell, how right he’d been when he’d angrily told her that she viewed the world in black and white, while he, with his irrepressible Latin spirit, experienced the world in glorious, vibrant color. He was already teaching her lessons she’d never forget.
Just as The Mona Lisa could never be thought of as just a painting or a Caparelli could never be considered as just a car, then Leon’s penis could never, ever be thought of as just a prick. To say that, or even dare to think such a thing, would be doing the mouthwatering man standing in front of her an injustice.
Free of restrictive clothing, his magnificent cock jutted angrily out from beneath his white linen shirt. It stood to attention at an impressive angle, and twitched appreciatively as the purple crown wept his arousal.
“Oh, Leon, Leon, Leon, where the hell did you get…”
He looked down, and with pride showing in his eyes, said, “Mother Nature was generous.”
Oh, yeah, she sure was.
Paige writhed on the hood of the Caparelli and let out a whimper of impatience. She wanted him. She wanted him so much, her pussy ached with an unsatisfied desire that wouldn’t be quenched until he was buried to the hilt inside her.
With pure sexual intent, such as she’d never experienced before, smoking from his jet-black eyes, he took a step toward her and placed his hands on her naked knees. “It was always our destiny to meet, Paige. It was always our destiny for this to happen.”
She felt it, too. Maybe the sheer misery that her ex-boyfriend Nolan had inflicted upon her, both physically and emotionally, had all been part of a grand plan, leading to this perfect moment. Was it within the realms of possibility that the trauma she’d suffered because of his paranoia had all happened for a reason? Perhaps Leon was right. It was her destiny to be with him.
Keeping his striking dark eyes focused purely on her, but maintaining his silence, he spread her knees wide, opening up her most intimate parts for his personal perusal. Still in total silence, he lowered his head momentarily, before lifting it again. “Oh, Paige, your pussy is just perfect. Silky smooth just as I demand.”
That was a relief. She’d guessed right then. Leon wasn’t a man who liked his women au naturel. Leastways not down there.
The time for her new life to begin was now, and she felt her breathing increase, heightening her awareness of the situation as Leon’s huge cock hungrily nudged the entrance to her sex. She’d always thought the male penis, although possessing an undeniable potency and attraction, could never be considered beautiful, but she was wrong. So very wrong. His cock was beautiful, achingly so. Big, too. So huge she was slightly concerned about taking it all.
When he roughly took hold of her hands and forced them high above her head, then laid his body over hers, she didn’t resist. Willing to submit to whatever he demanded, the first thing that registered in her thoughts was his weight and scent. Mmm, both were delicious and intoxicating. She sucked in a deep breath as she felt the tip of his masculine warmth probe just inside her opening, before crying out loud and squeezing his hands with all the strength she possessed as his impressive length and girth finally slid fully home, filling her completely.
Lying on the hood of a five-million-buck supercar, with her hands secured helplessly above her head, she was in no position to protest, and she didn’t want to anyway. Instead, all she could do, as he started to piston inside her, was open her mouth and breathlessly pant with the ecstasy of it all.
“Oh, Leon. Dear, God, Leon.” She’d had five lovers in her life, but she’d never experienced such a sense of fullness mixed with euphoria. Everything about this cocktail was right. The right man. The right time. The right place. Everything seemed to gel, and with Leon her life seemed to regain much of the sanity and joy it had lost.
As he continued to pump inside her, his head lay nestled in the crook of her neck, and were her hands free, she’d have enjoyed teasing them through his raven-black locks. Being restrained was good, but it had its disadvantages, and this was one of them. However, it was lovely to experience this beautiful man deep within her as she stared into a perfect, cloudless sky. With both of them clearly aroused, and closing in on release, she adored the way he forced his hands between the hood of the Caparelli and her butt cheeks, squeezing her globes so incredibly hard it hurt, making her cry out again. But Leon clearly knew how to please a woman, and as compensation for the pain he’d caused her, he pushed a finger deep inside her ass. A sensation she’d always found exquisite.
With his hips flexing athletically, he nipped at her neck, causing her to flinch. “You like the pain, don’t you? It turns you on.”
“Yes,” she truthfully replied. He understood her. Their needs were the same. Now he’d set her hands free, she stroked them down his back. Christ, how she longed to score her fingernails into his powerful muscles, but his linen shirt, complete with its designer silk tie securing the collar, frustrated any attempt to enjoy more flesh-on-flesh contact. However, the way they fitted together so perfectly, like two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle, she knew there would be other times. For now, she wrapped her legs around his energetically thrusting ass, forcing his magical prick deeper inside her.
His finger still ruthlessly probed her butt hole, and without any lubrication it hurt like hell on earth. But everyone in this world was different, and she enjoyed the pain, savored it even. Truth be known, she’d always been attracted to the pleasure-pain combo, and decided to find out if he liked it, too. She guessed he did. Fisting a hand into his beautiful locks, she pulled hard, curious to see if she had the power to force his face from the crook of her neck. She couldn’t. In fact, she didn’t stand a goddamn chance of bending him to her will. Oh, yeah, he enjoyed pain as much as she did,
because the only thing that happened was his thrusting became more urgent, and his finger, already deep inside her ass, penetrated further. Such was her enjoyment, she thought it wise to voice her appreciation.
“Oh, Leon. Please, please, please.”
“You like it rough.”
“Yes.”
Finding a vigor and endurance that seemed almost superhuman, he thrust inside her…harder…faster…deeper.
From past experience, she was well aware that begging never failed to appeal to a dominant male, and as a vital part of her submissive armory she’d make good use of it.
“For pity’s sake, boss, please, please, please.”
Leon knew exactly what he was doing to her, and he was merciless in the pursuit of his pleasure and hers. She pulled his hair harder, yanking it, but still he refused to relent.
“Please, sir, please, please, please.”
Teetering right on the edge of orgasm, she grabbed hold of his peachy ass, and such was Leon’s physique, each individual bun felt pleasingly taut. Oh, God, the way he made her feel surely she had to overflow into climax soon? Then, returning the favor, she pushed her finger deep inside his asshole, making him rear up. This sudden change of position forced his cock even deeper inside her, bringing with it a raft of pleasurable consequences.
Oh, God, God, God. Dear God Almighty. She was so, so close.
His lips parted with the exertion, and his gorgeous, dark locks fell across his forehead, wiping away the perspiration that had formed there. When he finally exploded inside her, he roared out loud like a mating lion, causing his magnificent body to shudder against hers for what seemed an eternity.
Intent on sharing her newfound joy with this potent man, she submitted to nature and climaxed, too, not just once but repeatedly. Time after time, undreamed of pleasure pulsed around her clit. Her vaginal contractions caused her to wrap her legs more tightly around his body, almost to the point of crushing him, as she desperately milked every last drop of masculine seed from him, until he lay spent and exhausted on top of her.