City pulses under my heels. Thursday afternoon. I step out of the admin hellhole, bag heavy. There he is. Boris. Leaning against the wall, eyes locked. Heart slams. Brazil boy back. Surprise hits like a freight train. Bag drops. Double kiss. His hand snakes to my waist. Bold. I laugh. B3 echoes in my mind. Our old game. But now, I’m no kid. I’m the boss.
We hit the terrace. Drinks flow. He confesses. Can’t forget me. Wants me till Sunday. Arrogant. Hot. I sip. Ah… Challenge accepted. His lips crash mine over the table. Fire ignites. Years melt. I pull back. Eyes blaze. Enough games. I grab his hand. Lead him. My town. My rules. Hotel. Couvent des Ursulines. Luxe lair in old stone walls. We stroll streets. City hums. Neon flickers. I buy the black dress. His cash. My body. Fitting room slip. Curtain gaps. I tease. He watches. Power surges.
The Mutation
Dinner under glass dome. Langoustine. Foie gras. Bubbles pop. I mock. Gonna get me drunk? He grins. Idea tempts. Full belly. Up to room. Massive bed. Two meters square. I lean back. He presses. Hands roam. Mask cracks. Day job fades. Secret me awakens. I spin. Push him down. Straddle. Lips devour neck. Control mine. Pulsations throb. City lights pulse outside. Adrenaline spikes. I’m the heroine now.
Naked. His cock hard. I mount. Sink deep. Eyes lock. Mine command. Ride hard. Hips grind. He groans. Mine. All mine. First thrust claims. Walls echo moans. I dictate rhythm. Fast. Slow. Edge him. My pussy grips. Power floods veins. He begs. I deny. Then explode. Cum floods me. I milk every drop. Flip him. Suck clean. Round two. My rules.
The Exploit
Friday. Fake sick call. Done. His cock again. Morning fuck. Brutal. Primal. Own him. Streets later. My red polka dress. Heels stab pavement. Park kisses. Back to lair. That bikini. Necklace strings. Barely covers. He circles. Primal ape. I laugh. Grab cock. Pull to bed. Ravish. Legs wide. Tongue dives. No. I flip. Face sit. Smother. He laps. I grind. Orgasm rips. Then levrette. But I buck back. Control depth. Anal tease. Push back. Take him deep. Ass clenches. First anal orgasm. Mine. Power peak.
Saturday. Ticket in hand. Brazil. My choice. Kiss seals. Yes, my love. All day fuck. Positions blur. Sweat slicks. City fades. We’re synced. Beasts.
Sunday looms. He flies. I stay. Tie loose ends. Three weeks. Airport reunion. Arms crush. Mine now. Trial period? Ha. Period. I’m the chieuse. His connard. But forever. Back to desk Monday. Suit on. Mask up. Secret burns inside. Stronger. Unbreakable. City bows. I rule shadows.