Her heart pounded at her own audacity, but she didn't want to shy away from what she wanted anymore.

"Here..." She lifted one leg and placed it on the table to give him better access.


Apparently swallowing hard and licking his lips, Charles fortunately didn't embarrass her by calling her out, but instead, he found it even harder as he shrunk her body down and start kissing her inner thighs up towards her core.

Rosabella suddenly felt exposed, however, the affection only lasted a few seconds as the moment Charles' tongue touched her there, all inhibitions abandoned her.

"Fuck..." She moaned loudly as he worked his magic, his head moving between her thighs as his mouth was busy arousing her aphrodisiac.


She could hear him groan, feel him in it to the point where his noises became so desperate that she thought he would come too.

Although, he was almost trying to keep him together, and after ten minutes of feeling good, getting her to harden again, he stepped back again to cover her body by him and slowly slid back inside her.


Rosabella's eyes closed as he made his way back to where he had left a few minutes ago, longer this time, every few thrusts bordered on ruthlessness, that pain stabbing her over and over again, to another time.

She let out small, uncontrollable screams as muffled pleas of pain echoed throughout the room. It seemed to have done something to him, aroused something inside Charles.

Every time Rosabella cried out, he let out a hoarse groan, the sound prickling her skin. He is enjoying it.

Oh my god, so is she.

And within seconds the two were together, Rosabella for the third time, while Charles wrapped his arms around her as he poured himself inside her.

After their breathing had stabilized somewhat, he helped her climb out of the table, both seeing the aftermath of the afternoon study that had left a mess on the floor consisting of papers, books, and more. notebooks and clothing items are thrown away at random.

It didn't seem to bother him, though, as he snuggled into her neck, his arms resting on her trembling legs as he handed her piece by piece, looking at her. She put on her bra, panties, blouse, and skirt again.

"I like that..." He mumbled as he got dressed again, his eyes a little brighter now than they were before she entered the room.

"What do you like?"

"That you told me what you wanted." He admitted with a smile that wasn't teasing but really showed his curiosity.

He didn't even know how sexy he found it until her words reached his ears.

Boy, he almost came right then and there.

"And you?"

"What about me?"

Rosabella buttoned her shirt on her head while her gaze remained on him.

"Don't you want to tell me what you want?"

To her surprise, Charles laughed as he adjusted the tie around his neck.

"Don't you notice that I've pretty much done what I wanted?"

"Yes, but telling someone is different... maybe we can, you know... try it..."

Smirking at her, he licked his lips and shrugged.

"Sure."

Before he had time to close the deal with a mischievous kiss, there was a powerful knock on the door, causing her to jump away from him in shock.

"Charles. Meeting at the office. Now." They heard Carlos's voice boom from the other side of the door.

"Good. Give me five minutes." He said again, his eyes still on Rosabella as he walked towards her again and pulled her in.

"Give me a five-minute start before you leave, okay?" He whispered.

Nodding, she was biting her lower lip, just as he reached out and rubbed it with his thumb.

"Rosabella. If you want me to really tell you what I want you to do..." He buried his nose in her neck and stroked her skin until his mouth touched her ear.

"Then you'd better be prepared..." He tugged at her earlobe with his teeth before stopping all contact and stepping away from her, toward the door.

Oh my gosh, she can't wait.

Charles was cuckolded. He didn't really understand the science behind this, as he was having more sex than usual, but he did. Even to the point where it started to affect his focus and his usually perfect work ethic.

Damn, just thinking about what had happened in the small living room earlier made him so angry again that he almost felt the need to turn around and show Rosabella who was the boss.

Who does she think she is? Who does she think he is?

Her slave?

All she did was unbutton her shirt and show him her bra and he was 'tied' in her arms. But he really liked it.

She told him what she wanted and how she wanted it and he jumped at her every word like a hungry one.

And now? Now he is very angry. Because all he does now is think about what he'll do to her the moment he touches her.

She will regret messing with him. He'll give it to her really well and...

"You missed the exit, Charles," Carlos spoke to him from the passenger seat of the SUV.

Concealing his shock with his usual poker face, Charles let out a breath and turned the car sharply, sending them back to the main road so he would still get them to their mission on time.

Carlos looked at him curiously for a moment, until he finally looked away, pulled out a cigarette from inside his jacket, stuck it between his lips, and lit it.

"Are you Okay?" Carlos asked, clearly confused by Charles' behavior but still choosing to keep it casual between them.

Charles clenched his fists on the steering wheel but managed to shoot him a nonchalant look.

"Yes, why?"

Carlos shrugged easily, spitting out smoke.

"No reason. You seem distracted lately."

"Uhm, I'm not."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes, I am sure."

"Okay, okay..."