Slowly striping for him.

He watched her closely, his eyes hovered over every detail of her delicate body. Sitting back, he bit his lip so hard.. he could taste the metallic bits. Alfredo had never wanted a woman this badly. The sight of her was breathtaking, even if she wasn't moving her hips like a seductive temptress, her face still held some sort of familiar innocence. Having been with many women, he safely concluded that he had never been with her type before. She acted as if she knew exactly what she was doing... did she?

His composed stare made her lose sense of every single little thing she knew about pleasing a man. Frustrating, is what she felt. Alfredo had a straight face throughout, as if he wasn't pleased. Many men seemed to kneel down and kiss her feet whenever she was down to her red thong. He seemed merely... bored from what she could see. Her confidence was slowly curbing and truthfully speaking. She had always been a confident woman. Mila knew how to do this that and that. From her vagina to anal, she had experienced it all. Mila felt, she was experienced and therefore this made her confident whenever she was with any man. Alfredo gave her the aura that he had way more experience than she could ever have. Mila only felt the need to be in control of every sexual encounter... she had because... she never wanted to feel as hopeless as she did in the arms of him who shall not be named. The feeling of being ravaged with your hands in handcuffs over your head and eyes blindfolded. The day she watched Fifty shades of grey with her friend Della. She erupted into tears and nausea. It really hit home. One thing she would never do was let a man be in control of her body. Even her ex-boyfriend knew that. BDSM, was out of question, she loathed it with her life. The thought of him, that man who had deflowered her made her stomach churn and her mood dropped instantly, it made her smirk turn into a frown. Anger built up within seconds.

Alfredo felt differently about the situation. Her touch was soft, her kisses a teasing somber. Straddling him, with calculated movements she swayed over his already rigid manhood. Feeling him pressed against her pelvis bone, Mila felt a wave of pleasure radiate within her womanhood. He sucked in a deep breath when she made these slow movements. Mila felt good, had she finally broken his humorless demeanor? Alfredo Molinero on the other hand, had never been one for slow love making. Not one to call it love making either. His manhood twitched whenever she made her movements.

"It's my turn now.." He whispered steadily licking her earlobe. Mila felt her skin shiver, standing there half nude while he still had all his attire. The room was quiet, lust radiated within the moments. He stood up and steadily removed his black blazer; his muscles bulged out from his long sleeved black dress shirt. Throwing his blazer onto the empty leather chair. His grey eyes looked at her from every inch of her figure. He gulped down an unknown feeling of excitement.

"Remove everything and lay open for me on the bed."

Being the adamant person Mila is, she would have fought back with a dauntless comment but his voice, had a commanding confidence that made her weak and caused her throat to clog with nervousness. Surely the first for a girl that was always outspoken with every men she came across.

—

Not knowing what to expect. Mila felt awkward laying back in the position he had to her to. She wouldn't remove her thong, she just wouldn't. He was surely taking his time, she thought to herself. He finally got out of what she assumed was the ensuite bathroom, his jet black hair wet and towel right below his prominent V-line. She used her elbows to hoist herself up so she could get a good look at him. He was on the phone... speaking—

Ignoring her.

"Si, te escucho!"
(Yes, I hear you.)

He replied pouring himself another glass of negroni. Mila felt her anger rile up. She had been waiting for him for nearly fifteen minutes now and he had the audacity to treat her like a day old McDonald fries. Without speaking, she clicked her tongue, getting off the bed... she immediately went to pick up her article of clothing on the carpet floor. Alfredo immediately saw what was happening, for the first time... this made him panic. Before she got even get one leg in her dress. He went behind her, with one hand on the phone and the other wrapped around her lower stomach. His touch made her whole body tense... suddenly the buds of her breasts were fully erect.

"volveré por supuesto!"
(I will be back ofcourse)

He said slipping his hand into the front of the red thong she had on. Calculatedly letting his towel drop onto down. He pressed his manhood against her bare buttcheeks. Her skin immediately shivered. She relaxed onto his strong chest behind her. A small moan escaped her lips when his middle finger entered her. Her legs weakened, her dress dropped onto the floor without thinking. Mila wanted more. Alfredo was just showing her what she would be missing out on. He continued to rub her clit with his thumb while fucking her with his middle finger. Simultaneously on the phone he acted indifferent.

"Ah—"

"Shhh—" he whispered in her ear.

The feel of his manhood pressed against her bare skin made him have unimaginable thoughts. The small sounds she was making, each gasp that she was taking and how wet she was, took everything within him not to take her that very minute but no. She was just a slut like any other, he had been with. She took some time to convince but she was still here waiting to be dicked up. Money must have changed her mind, nothing else. She had different gestures here and there that surprised him but he was still indifferent to her. She would be a good fuck and that's that.

"sí, contacta a Pedro y concluiremos a partir de ahí. me atrapaste en un mal momento"

(yes, contact Pedro and we will conclude from there. You caught me at a bad time.)

With that he dropped the phone. Quickly turning her around and slamming her onto his bare chest. The feel of her breasts against his chest was incredible. He aimlessly kissed her lips roughly before whispering... "Did I dismiss you?"

Mila remained silent. She had never been this dominated and what surprised her was how it made her soaked with need. They made eye contact for a second before they both broke it off.

"Answer me? Did I dismiss you?"

"No!"

"So do you still want to leave?"

"No..."

He continued to rub his girth onto her. Mila has never been this horny and desperate. Perhaps this was the plain result of not having an orgasm though penetration... it had been so long.

His hand, unanticipatedly slapped her buttcheek, with so much force it surely left a mark. Mila wanted to tell him she was not at all into that but she could only feel herself moist with need. The little gasp she made, had Alfredo going crazy.

"debes dirigirte a mí como papi, sí."

(you're to address me as daddy, yes?)

She didn't reply.

"Si?" He questioned yet again this time with so much entitled abjuration.

"No, I'm not—" She stopped to gasp lightly when he squeezed her stinging butt only to give her another hot slap on the same spot. 

"Sí?"

Mila felt her legs weaken from the throbbing need inbetween her legs. Her arms reached onto his strong shoulder for support. He pressed his manhood against her stomach, making her stomach flip with so much excitement.

"Sí." She finally replied. It was only for tonight. It was only so she could get an orgasm... no one would know she was role playing these stupid roles. She always laughed at women who did but now she was in the same position and the fact that she liked it and it thrilled her absolutely scared her.

"¿si que?" He asked in a raspy tone.

"Si, papi..." She replied even though, it sounded a bit weird. Earning a smirk from him. A burden had been lifted off her shoulders, so all she had to do was submit? For a good time. It was just one night, she convinced herself. She would not make a habit of having men control her. She needed to be in control to forget about the man who had made her feel absolutely powerless and helpless at one time. With no warning, he lifted her off her feet and laid her onto the bed. This was when she noticed his manhood, she could now see it in full view and.. it made her a bit nervous. "Keep that up good girl persona and I will treat you like a Queen tonight, hermosa." He added removing her thong from her caramel legs. Suddenly Mila felt self conscious of the stretch marks on her knees and—

She never had insecurities with men before but he intimidated her to some extent. In Alfredo's eyes, she looked perfect. So womanly, so real and unfiltered with all her flaws.