Continental Beginnings by Ella Dominguez Page B

her clit as she waits for my penetration, her breathing quickening with anticipation. She wants me. But I have to be sure before we go through with this.
    “Are you sure you want this?” I ask with desperation in my voice.
    “Yes, Sir,” she whispers, licking her lips again.
    And so our dance begins. I fuck her slowly and deliberately, the look on her face orgasmic with each of my gentle thrusts. She’s close – I can feel it. My thumb finds her swollen button and I stroke it with purpose. When I press down on it firmly, her eyes close tightly, she fists her hair and screams out.
    “Oh, Sir!”
    Those passionate words spoken so true and meek - this woman has bewitched me.
     
     

Chapter 2
    After our unplanned and extremely inappropriate sexual tryst, I put my new pet back together, fixing her just-fucked-hair. She accepts my touches, but seems confused by my actions. Has no man ever taken care of her like this? Does she have a boyfriend? I’m tempted to ask, but it’s best that I don’t know. The less personal information I know about her, the better. I’m already smitten with her more than I want to admit and I will not allow myself to get any more emotionally involved with her than here at work.
    I guide her back to her chair and then make the necessary calls about her employment.
    Calling my temp, I tell her, “Cancel all future interviews.”
    With that, Bella smiles at me. Damn it. That smile . I almost smile back but resist the urge.
    I send Bella on her way with plans to see her soon, though, in my opinion, not soon enough.
    After Bella leaves, her scent lingers in the room making it damn near impossible to focus on anything. It will be good having her close by. Perhaps then I can get my work done.
    Unfortunately, I need to do a background check on her. That part I cannot let slide – it would be irresponsible for me not to do one. All of her records are completely clean and frankly, quite boring. One thing stands out: She’s one of three children to her parents, and the middle child, which is something we have in common. She’s lived a completely uneventful life. Perhaps I can change that for her.
    Nearing the end of the day, I make a call to Sachs Fifth Avenue and speak with someone about providing a complete wardrobe for my new assistant.  Exhilaration courses through my veins at the thought of grooming and training her to my tastes and preferences and watching her blossom under my tutelage.  Hopefully she will be pliable in my skilled hands.
    Shit, I almost forgot about my class tonight. Glancing at my watch, I realize I’m going to be late if I don’t leave immediately.
    Arriving just in time to get settled, my trainees file into the room one at a time. I do a head count and make my way around the small room, eyeing each of the women’s attire and posture.
    “Shoulders back, Ms. Garcia,” I state sternly. She promptly adjusts her pose and keeps her eyes forward.
    Bella.
    “Where are your pumps Ms. Bartlet? Did I not make it clear that heels are to be worn at all times when you’re in my classroom?”
    “Yes, Sir, you did,” she sheepishly answers.
    “Where are they?” I snap.
    Bella Darcy. Damn it. Stay focused.
    “I got drunk last night and broke a heel,” she says quietly all the while batting her lashes at me wildly as if that’s going to help her cause.
    “You know how I feel about excuses so stop before you dig your own grave. Drinking too much is unacceptable behavior for a proper lady and for someone who is representing this school, public intoxication followed by jackassery is even worse.” I announce harshly as I reach into one of my desk drawers, pulling out a thick, black leather bound rule book and move towards the unruly student.
    Her eyes lower to the desk and her breathing becomes shallow. Normally I would feel excitement at punishing noncompliance, but my heart isn’t in it tonight. Bella keeps invading my thoughts and it doesn’t help that the smell of her