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  He shook his head in disbelief.

  "The way I acted? I threw her out and had her banned from my place, what more did you want?" He was shouting, no longer keeping his voice down. That really pissed me off. How dare he rock up to my apartment to talk to me this way? I wasn't on his clock right now and this wasn't his office.

  "What more did I want? How about to mean something to you? You didn't even bother telling her I was somebody who mattered. I'm just a nobody that you fuck from the office pool. I'm not going to be your bed warmer anymore; then have you be ashamed of me when your ‘hoes’ show up. I. Am. Done."

  I folded my arms protectively across my chest, shaking with anger.

  He walked towards me, glaring at me, until we were mere inches apart.

  “You are totally unmanageable, do you know that?” he fumed, his blue eyes flashing with rage, making me take an involuntary step backwards.

  “If I’m a problem you can’t handle, then you know where to go,” I hissed, getting up in his face, pointing to the door. “Like I said, Jonathan; it’s over.”

  "You know what, Lena?” he seethed, “We will never, be over."

  He threw his cell phone on the couch and grabbed me around my waist, kissing me impatiently and roughly, bruising my lips. He pulled back for a moment, his blue gaze piercing my very soul.

  “And do you know how problems like you get handled?” he seethed. “They get fucked.”

  Outraged, I opened my mouth to respond but he began kissing me again, kneading my ass and pushing me up against his rigid arousal.

  I fought frantically in my mind, trying to stop desire and want from flooding out my anger. As his tongue probed mine, I was shocked to hear a lustful moan escaping my throat.

  "See other people? I'm not going to be gentle today," he warned between kisses. "You've made me so mad."

  At his words, a rush of moisture dampened my panties and my nipples stiffened in anticipation. What was wrong with me? This guy could get away with anything. Shit. Without breaking the kiss he pulled off his jacket and dropped it on the floor. He paused for a moment while he pulled his T-shirt over his head in one move, exposing his well toned muscular body; his abs tight and tensed. He pulled my shirt over my head and kicked off his shoes. Kissing me impatiently, he lifted my legs around his hips with my back up against the wall, bringing his blue eyes level with mine. I could see the barely contained mixture of rage and lust I’d seen during our first encounter. He wanted me and it made him angry that he did. He fumbled impatiently with the front of his jeans with one hand to expose his straining dick, his jeans now lower on his hips.

  “Do you want me to stop, Lena? Answer me now,” he demanded.

  I looked down at his huge, rigid cock and licked my bottom lip instinctively; I couldn’t let that go to waste.

  “Don’t stop,” I pleaded, throwing my head back, expecting him to suck my nipples. Instead, he grabbed my panties roughly and ripped them from my body, then threw them on the floor beside us. Without waiting another second he impaled me with his cock, thrusting so deep he pushed me further up the wall.

  "Fuck!" he growled, struggling to maintain his control as he grimaced. The sensation of his dick stretching me to the limit had me gasping. He grabbed my hands and raised them above my head, pinning them firmly to the wall with one hand, while the other hand went under my ass holding me up. He began to fuck methodically and angrily, circling his hips, thrusting into my sex mercilessly.

  "You are mine, baby," he growled, without stopping his mad thrusts.

  “There’s no one else who can handle all this, I’m all you need, Lena. Do you understand?” he demanded, swiveling his hips.

  “Yes,” I gasped between thrusts, my eyes and his locked in a piercing gaze.

  "Mine. Mine to fuck. Mine," he repeated over and over.

  “You can’t end it, you can’t stop it,” he growled. “This is what we do, Lena. We fuck.”

  I pressed my forehead to his and we both looked down at his ivory dick plunging in and out of my dark pussy, his primitive grunts making me cry out erotically with each thrust.

  "Look at that; you want it. You want me," he repeated, driving me insane with his words.

  I felt my orgasm building rapidly inside me and I freed my hand and reached between us, rubbing my clit to push me closer to the edge. He grabbed my hand away and set me back down on my feet.

  "I'm not going to let you come until you tell me you are mine," he said, leading me towards the couch.

  He turned me around to face the curved, raised back of the couch while he stood behind me and completely removed his jeans and boxers. He bent me over the curve, pinning both my hands behind my back with one of his. His other hand pushed my legs apart and without waiting another moment, he thrust his pulsating cock into my sex, with all the strength in his body. Sliding his hand down my thigh, he placed it behind my knee and hitched it up to the back of the couch, opening me up to him wider, allowing his thrusts to deepen. He fucked powerfully, grunting and cursing loudly.

  "Fuck, Lena, tell me you are mine," he cursed slowing his pace to shallow teasing thrusts. “Say it, Lena!”

  "I'm yours," I cried, sweat running down my back.

  "This is my tight little cunt; say it."

  "It's yours, baby. It’s all yours, Jonathan, please!" I begged.

  "You are my girl. I'm not letting you end this," he said fucking so hard his thighs were slapping my ass loudly. His heavy balls were swinging with each rough thrust, hitting against my clit. Without warning, I felt a stinging slap on my ass from his hand as he fucked, causing me to yelp in surprise. With him holding my hands behind my back securely, I couldn’t rub and soothe the spot and felt the stinging sensation traveling straight to my sex, making me uncontrollably clench his dick hard repeatedly, making him groan erotically.

  “It feels good to hear you say it, baby. This fat ass is mine. Say it now.”

  "Yes baby; this ass is yours," I cried out. “This pussy is yours to fuck like you want, daddy.”

  Those words drove him over the edge and he came with such force, he had to hold me tight to stop me from falling over. He continued to thrust through his orgasm, filling his cum in my sex growling with euphoria. When his spasms had stopped, he put his arm around my waist and we fell backwards on the floor together; with me lying back on his chest while he lay on the floor under me, breathing heavily. His body was slick with sweat and the rage in his features had been replaced by vulnerability. The intensity of our encounter had aroused me beyond my limits so I hadn't come yet. I reached between my legs to finish myself off.

  He quickly pushed my hands away, twisting us around so I lay on the floor. He opened my legs, spread my lips with two fingers, then lowered his head to my sex. He didn’t care that I was wet with his cum, licking and sucking my clit with singular focus. Within seconds I fell light headed and my tightly wound arousal shattered into millions of fragments, blacking me out for a moment. He knew exactly how to get me off. He collapsed on the floor beside me and pulled me back into his arms and we lay there for ages. I dozed for a few minutes and awoke when he placed a gentle kiss on my temple.

  "Hey," I said looking up at him.

  "Hey, baby," he answered smiling down at me.

  "I thought you were in Miami?"

  "I was."

  "So what are you doing back?"

  "When I saw your message telling me it's over, I flew back to resolve it. I didn't want you to sleep on it."

  "Really? I'm sorry you had to buy another ticket."

  "The company jet was on standby."

  Oh. I guess I didn't know everything about the company.

  "Where did you park?”

  "Jackson is downstairs; he drove me straight here from the airport."

  "Okay. Well you must be tired, I guess you’d better get home."

  He glanced at the wall clock; it was almost midnight.

  "Can't I stay the night?"

  I hesitated for a moment. He no
ticed.

  "I'll leave early in the morning, don't worry about it. I’m staying."

  He helped me up then grabbed his phone off the couch and dialed a number.

  "Jackson, pick me up at 6am sharp tomorrow." He ended the call after a brief pause.

  He picked his clothes off the floor.

  "Where’s your bedroom?"

  I led the way down my short hallway. I turned around and saw him watching my naked ass. He looked up and smirked shamelessly. I excused myself and went to the bathroom while he got into my bed. I took a few minutes to reflect on what had just happened. I couldn’t resist him and he couldn’t resist me. He had flown back from Miami just for me. I shook my head and got ready for bed.

  When I came back, he was leaning back on my pillows, scrolling through his phone. I’d worn my T-shirt back on and a new pair of panties since my other ones had been ripped off my body. He paused to look at me.

  "I can't have my girl sleeping in our bed dressed. I prefer you naked and accessible."

  Oh. I pulled my T-shirt off and wriggled out of my panties. When I got into bed, he placed his phone on the nightstand and pulled me to his chest.

  “Lena,” he began, stroking my shoulder with his thumb in gentle circles, “Why are you constantly trying to push me away?”

  I was still for a long moment.

  “I’ve had to learn the hard way to protect myself.”

  “I’ve never had to make an effort with a woman before, like I have to with you. But I feel like you are constantly slipping through my fingers, Lena.”

  “I don’t want to make things difficult for you, but I just can’t risk getting hurt, Jonathan.”

  He kissed my temple.

  “I have to admit, when you get feisty it gets me hard.”

  I smiled at his confession.

  “I’ll try not to make it hard for you, Jonathan. I’ve just been through a lot, that’s all.”

  He leaned up on one elbow; looking at me intently.

  “Lena, baby, listen to me. I’m not fucken Willis. I deserve my own clean slate and my own chance. I refuse to live in his shadow.”

  I looked at him and seeing the determination in his eyes, I looked away. I didn’t know how to answer him. He turned my face back toward him.

  “Lena, I want you to forget about him; do you hear me? I will always treat you like the wonderful woman you are. You don’t know your true worth. Forget him; Okay?”

  A tear welled up in my eye and rolled down my cheek.

  “I want to forget, Jonathan. I promise I’ll try.”

  He kissed me hard. “I’ll make you forget, Lena.”

  With that statement, he rolled on top of me, launching the craziest, most incredible night I’d ever had. We fucked all night, taking short naps in between. Sometimes he fucked hard and fast and other times he took it slow and gentle. He reminded me endlessly that I was his and he was mine. Even after I couldn't take any more orgasms, he still woke me up to fuck; using my body to take all the pleasure he wanted and needed. He couldn't have enough; and he wanted me to understand.

  By the time I heard my alarm ring at 7am, he was long gone.

  Chapter Fourteen

  For the first time, I arrived at work fifteen minutes late Thursday morning. My co-workers who were normally self-absorbed commented that they’d never seen me not there when they arrived. I wasn't happy with the attention; I was groggy and yawning, still tired from a night of unrelenting orgasms. Jonathan hadn't arrived by lunchtime; I didn't want to text him first. A lot had happened last night. We had fought, then he’d fucked me to death, said I was his girl and refused to let our relationship end. Something had shifted in our relationship. I had to think about it all; but I’d not call first. I went to look for his PA Janice who also wasn't there. Finally, I asked another colleague where I could find her.

  "Oh, they went to Miami 2 days ago, don't you know?"

  "I thought they were back?"

  I knew they were; Jonathan had spent the night in my apartment.

  "Nope. They’re still over there."

  I wondered what that was about, since I knew he came back. He was probably fast asleep in his penthouse after last night, I giggled to myself.

  Towards the end of lunch, his custom message ringtone pinged on my cell phone.

  “Hey baby. I’m still in Miami, but I have to fly to Zurich, Switzerland to sort out personal matters. I’m no longer coming back tomorrow. I will be there until next Thursday. I’ll call you from there tomorrow after work. X

  I gaped at the message. So he’d just flown back from Miami to see me last night, then flown back this morning? I couldn't believe it. And now I wouldn’t see him all weekend and all week. It was going to be painful; I replied.

  “Travel safely. Missing you x”

  I muddled through the rest of the day, trying my best to stay alert while responding to emails and calls. The all night sex had been mind-blowing but now I was paying for it, with lack of adequate sleep taking into toll.

  Friday, I rushed home from work to wait for Jonathan’s call. Not long after I got home around 5.30pm, a video chat call rang on my cell phone. I fluffed my hair and answered. Jonathan came into focus, lying back against a pillow, with one hand behind his head. He was shirtless, his hair was sleep mussed and he looked so hot. He smiled the sexiest smile and spoke in his deep smooth voice.

  “Hey baby.”

  “Hey.” I smiled shyly.

  “You’ve just gotten home?”

  “Yeah. And you are already in bed? What time is it over there?”

  He looked at his watch. “Almost midnight.”

  “You must be tired.”

  “A little,” he admitted.

  He asked me about my day and I told him about a new account I’d managed to secure. He was yawning, obviously tired.

  “Jonathan, you look exhausted. I’d better let you sleep.”

  “Okay baby, but you have to give me something to look forward to.”

  Here we go.

  “Like what?”

  “Show me something interesting.”

  “You have to be specific, Jonathan.”

  “Show me a nipple.”

  “What will I see in return?”

  “My nipple.”

  I laughed out loud.

  “Jonathan, your nipples and my nipples are not exactly equals. Mine are worth more.”

  “What on me is equal to your nipples?”

  “Your nuts.”

  He laughed, throwing his head back.

  “Okay, Lena. It’s a deal. Show me your nipples and I’ll show you my crown jewels.”

  “I don’t trust you, Jonathan. What if I show you my nipples, then you refuse to meet your end of the bargain? You go first.”

  “No, lets both do it at the same time on a count of three.”

  I’d no intention of complying, but began to count. “Okay, in three… two… one….”

  I gasped in shock as he gave me a video shot of his balls under his blatant arousal. I squealed and began to laugh almost hysterically. His cross face came back into focus.

  “Lena, you double-crossed me.”

  I couldn’t stop laughing.

  “I’m sorry, Jonathan,” I sputtered, “I’ll make it up to you.”

  “I’m waiting,” he said sitting up, with a naughty, amused gleam in his eyes.

  I opened my blouse, blushing furiously that I was really about to do this. I gave him a split second shot of my nipple. He wasn’t satisfied.

  “No way; not after what you did, trying to crook me. I showed you my damn balls, Lena. That shot was worth both nipples. You owe me.”

  I flashed both nipples then he kissed his phone screen.

  “Hey!” I scolded. “Look but don’t touch!”

  He laughed and laid his head back down on the pillow.

  “I miss you baby,” he confessed, suddenly serious. “I can’t wait to see you.”

  “Me too.”

  We paused, ea
ch of us in our own thoughts. I broke the silence.

  “Good night, Jonathan.”

  “Good night, Lena.”

  During the weekend, he called me a few times and we talked and laughed about nothing at all. He was caring, attentive and wanted to know everything about what I was doing. When I went to work the following week, he sent me texts every morning, telling me that he missed me and couldn’t wait to come home. Every evening he called me to find out about my day. On Thursday he sent me another text.

  “Hey baby. I'm arriving back from Zurich tomorrow Friday evening around 8. Come to the penthouse. You'll be there before me. Order dinner in for us, plan to spend the night x.”

  I read the message my body tingling, knowing a weekend with Jonathan back was going to wild. I replied him.

  “I’ll be there waiting. See you tomorrow x.”

  I set up appoints for Friday lunchtime to get my hair and nails done. On my way home on Thursday evening, I bought groceries to take with me to Jonathan's place to cook him dinner on Friday night. I doubted he’d ever had a proper home cooked meal in his penthouse. Besides cleaning staff, Jonathan liked his space and kept things private, ordering meals every night rather than cooking or employing a chef.

  Friday after work, I passed through home to collect the groceries and my overnight bag. As I made my way to the penthouse, I reflected on our relationship and how far we’d come. I’d actually enjoyed the time we spent talking on the phone every night while he was in Zurich without sex to distract us.

  I drove into an empty parking spot in his reserved zone and noticed the Tahoe was missing, guessing it was with Jackson or parked at the airport.

  I let myself into the penthouse and for the first time, I was able to marvel at the grandeur of it. How did this happen, I thought. I was just an ordinary, young, black woman from California. Yet here I was, alone in my boss' penthouse, getting ready to make him dinner. My boss is a billionaire and we have mind-fucking sex. I had to take a moment to let that sink in.

  Even as I reveled in my good fortune, I knew it couldn't last. A man in his position could never be allowed by society to be with someone like me. I was well groomed, educated and came from a middle class background. But I was black; and in America, that's everything. Sure, ordinary white Joe Hancocks could date outside of their race with few problems. But not an heir to billions from an antebellum, Southern white family; with old money dating back a century or two.