30

"Hi, Sophia." Stefanie smiles at me and her blue eyes shine so beautifully.

"Hello, Stef. How are you?" I ask and look at her, admiring her beauty and enjoying the inner peace I've felt since this morning.

"Very good, thanks for asking, Sophia. It seems you and Mr Vance had a nice weekend. He's never been in such a good mood.", the sweet secretary laughs and runs her fingers through her hair while I just nod shyly.

I spent two days with Nate, which probably consisted only of sex and deep conversations. He wanted to know more about me, so I told him more. However, what surprised me more than positively was the fact that my beautiful lover also told the story.

Nate has been telling me things about himself that only Noah seems to know about, and I couldn't stop smiling all weekend.

He thinks that apart from Shakespier, Schiller and Goethe, not a single piece of literature is good and he is accordingly critical of other philosophers. His favorite color is dark blue because it is a dominant and powerful color and he identifies with it. In his opinion, people who don't have a job are just lazy. Nate told me stories from his childhood and how he suffered a lot because of his father's fame. As the eldest brother, much was expected of him, yet all the spotlight was steadily focused on the girls and Noah. Nate was neglected for most of his childhood, and when he was sent to elite boarding school on his first day of school, he became correspondingly cold and unemotional towards his parents. His father was never

When we came to these topics, I immediately noticed how uncomfortable he was and even though I didn't want to push him, I felt the need to continue questioning him.

Nate told me about his early years in the business and how hard it was for him to emerge from his father's shadow. His father is a surgeon and owns several clinics around the world, while Nathaniel doesn't do anything remotely close to that. He kept saying it wasn't his dad's fame but really his own willpower that made him what he is today.

Noah and his sisters have been and still are a great support while his mother only fixates on herself. But Nate also said that he never really had a special bond with her because she was never there. He had nannies whom he knew better than his mother, and on that point I could understand him only too well.

He has openly admitted to having a parenting complex as the constant pressure from everyone to be the perfect son of a seemingly perfect couple has driven him insane.

Through those complexes, and of course the inevitable urge for power and dominance, he came to his preference.

I asked a lot and even if he didn't really like it, he answered all the questions well.

Nate hates talking about lost loved ones and I feel the same way since we both share the parenting complex as well as the pathological jealousy related to psychopathic fear of loss. However, when it came to this topic, my curiosity won out over my envy and the questions just gushed out of me.

He found his way into the fetish through his first steady girlfriend, who was a few years older than him, and when he realized that he liked exercising his dominance and power in bed as well, he began to do some research. Over time, he developed explicit preferences and without realizing it, he always went after the blondes. When I asked him about it, he rolled his eyes and said it was happening subconsciously, but I know that's not the case. His mother is also blonde and is so beautiful despite her age, which is probably why he always dated slightly older women until Claire.

As time went on we got into my favorite subject and I watched Nate get ready to justify it; but I didn't start a fight. I just didn't feel like it as we were having such a good time.

As I lay in Nate's arms on Sunday night, I reviewed everything and suddenly the tons of weight on my shoulders and chest was a whole lot lighter. It hasn't completely disappeared, but at least it's not as exhausting and annoying anymore.

This morning he went to the office earlier and when I woke up, the longing overcame me like a tremendous hunger.

The drive to the office seemed forever; the whole day endless and yet I finally made it.

My gaze drifts back to Stef, who looks absolutely stunning in her blue Hilfiger dress, making her look younger than she probably is.

"Yes, we did. Is his meeting over?" I ask, smiling and tucking a strand of hair behind my ear with a sigh.

"No, but it should end soon. Just sit down and I'll get you something to drink." She replies with a grin.

"An iced tea would be nice, thanks."

She just nods and then disappears, whereupon I sit down in the chair directly in front of her table and look at the picture of her and her husband.

My thoughts drift to my sister, for some reason I don't know, and while I'm still pretty mad at her, I've decided to make up with her. Well at least I'll ask her if she wants to have dinner with me, if not then it's done for me because I don't hold on to anyone who doesn't want me.

Now would actually be the perfect time, when I'm already in the building of your work place, I should get it done quickly.

Just as Stef approaches me, I stop her with a smile.

"If his meeting is over, tell Nate that I'll come up to him after I've spoken to my sister. Thanks for the iced tea," I say, making my way to the elevators.

A few minutes later I get off on the twentieth floor and walk straight to my sister's office.

She is sitting in her chair at her desk and seems absorbed in a task, but raises her head when I enter the room.

I observe how amazement but also joy fill her eyes and suddenly I feel the repressed longing for her rise again.

"Hi." I murmur, embarrassed, looking at her shyly.

Flora rises and presents herself to me in a beautiful pantsuit that accentuates her long legs and makes her eyes shine.

Without another word, she wraps her arms around me and I immediately return the hug. We haven't had contact for far too long now and even though she hurt me, I know that I missed her.

"I'm glad you came," she murmurs into my hair and I hold back the tears with difficulty.

"I'm sorry Flora. Everything. I didn't mean to say all those things but you made me so mad and-" "It's okay Bambi, I made mistakes too and you wouldn't believe how much I did I regret everything. Please forgive me and let's forget all this. I just need you." my beautiful sister sobs and I immediately wipe the tears from her face.

They sting my skin like acid and when I kiss her cheek she smiles and shows me her sugary dimple.

"If you'll forgive me, the last two weeks haven't happened at all," I reply, swallowing, and she nods vigorously, lifting another load off my shoulders that has been nagging at me for days.

"Let's have dinner together tomorrow," says Flora, playing with my earrings.

"I'll just pick you up for lunch and then we'll go to LPablo, okay?", "Okay. And now go to your boyfriend." She laughs and hugs me tightly again.

"Are you really alright?" I ask as my fingers grip the doorknob.

"You're actually here because of him, so you shouldn't keep him waiting. I love you, Bambi." My sister replies and I leave her office with a smile.

The constant cramping in my stomach is gone and I'm so glad to have solved this problem as well.

Arriving on the 25th floor, I see Nate escorting his guests to the elevators. He pauses in his crotch to look at me and I smile as I watch him swallow hard.

"Mr James, Mr Roberts, this is my partner, Sophia Hamilton," he says, pointing at me, letting the pride stand out in his voice. "Sophia, this is Mr James and Mr Roberts from JRs Industries, they are my new business partners for affairs abroad.", he now explains to me and I shake hands with the two attractive men.

"Nice to meet you." I smile and they both nod before Nate finally says goodbye and they get into the elevator.

The grip on my bare waist comes suddenly and yet I enjoy the way he demands of me to submit to him.

"Did you cry?" he asks as he closes the door behind him and I feel the warm sun illuminating the room on my back.

I just shake my head before breaking free of his grip and placing my bag on the chair.

Sighing, I lean against his huge table and watch him move his slender body in my direction, and as he slowly runs his fingers down my arms, I get goosebumps all over.

"You look like an angel." Nate whispers to me, kissing the tip of my nose and then grinning widely.

"I'm meeting Flora tomorrow," I say, wrapping my legs around his waist as Nate lifts me onto the table and steps into my crotch.

"Really? That surprises me," he mumbles, and I just sigh.

"Something else is bothering you. What's the matter, darling?"

My hands slip under his jacket and I enjoy the feel of his hard muscles beneath my fingers, intoxicating and deeply calming me.

"We have a photo shoot tomorrow and your mother gave me the command because she has a collaboration with Versace herself tomorrow. And I just don't really trust myself.", I explain to him and look into his eyes.

"I'll just bury my head between your legs in the morning, fuck you over and over again and then you'll get through the day just fine. Not only are you beautiful and have a character made of gold, you're also incredibly talented. If I If I had a wish, you know what I would wish for?", "World domination?"

As Nate's wonderful, light-hearted laugh fills the room, my chest swells and butterflies rage in my stomach. His laugh seems like an aphrodisiac and better than any intoxicant. I love it when he is so happy and calm, because in such moments all our problems and differences seem to be forgotten.

"I wish you could gain more confidence. If only you could see yourself through my eyes," Nate sighs once he's settled himself and I enjoy the sound of his erotic voice close to my ear.

"You know I'm uncomfortable talking to you about my self-esteem issues, Nate," I mumble, looking down.

To distract from the topic, I put my hands on his belt buckle and undo it deftly, but when he stops me, I look at him in surprise.

"I have a meeting with my PR agent," he says, bringing my hands to his lips.

"Nate, you don't know how long I've been waiting for this moment. So either you fuck me or I'll do it myself at home." I hiss, tense, aroused and offended at the same time.

"Wow, someone's clawing out." Nate replies cheekily and grins provocatively.

He wants to play and I'm in a fighting mood, well that can be something.

My hands slip under my dress and a few seconds later I'm stuffing my panties into Nate's jacket pocket.

His gaze is relaxed and I know he is observing the situation to act accordingly.

"I want to rub against you, Nate," I breathe, taking his bottom lip between my teeth.

Without a word, he circles the table and sits on his big chair, looks at me challengingly and I notice how my clit begins to throb more and more intensely. The moan leaving my lips is way too loud and as I massage my chest briefly, I feel that unique fire finally igniting in his eyes.

Courageous and guided by my lust, I go to him, lift my dress and sit on his lap.

As our genders meet, I gasp out loud, trying not to lose my mind completely.

"Would you like me to touch you?" he asks, his voice hoarse with excitement.

"No. I'll just rub against you, believe me, you won't have to touch me.", I reply and undo his belt.

"You're too naughty to satisfy yourself with my bare cock." He hisses and I can see how he enjoys the situation.

"The fabric of the pants is too thick, I want to feel at least a little." I pout and look into his eyes.

"I'm not the one who ends up being punished for doing what you want," Nate replies, and when I feel his hard, throbbing cock against my bare midsection through the thin fabric, I groan loudly.

Very slowly, I begin to move my hips, applying the perfect pressure to my clitoris with the wide ring of his penis. My arms wrap around his neck and I hide my face in the hollow of his neck, which is fogging my senses to the last with his exquisitely erotic-masculine smell.

I ride Nate through his boxers more and more violently, feel how the juice of my lust wets his boxer shorts and when he notices this too, he growls softly.

"I'm looking forward to my punishment," I whisper to him, crying out briefly as the orgasm sends spasms through my stomach.

I unconsciously suck on Nate's throat and when I discover the purple spot I swallow hard.

I stop my movement and shyly dare to look into Nate's green crystals. They are glowing with pleasure and I can see all too well how much he wants to fuck me.

"You're cheeky and give me hickeys in visible places. Oh kitten, you're playing with fire." Nate whispers and when he abruptly puts his cold fingers on my hot flesh, I scream.

He starts massaging my clit aggressively and harshly, driving me insane.

"You're not supposed to experience this orgasm, but since you won't cum once tomorrow, I want you to appreciate every orgasm," he breathes in my ear, his voice much deeper and hoarse than usual.

I'm far too aware of how seriously he means this threat and the more I think about my punishment, the more my stomach cramps.

Nate takes my clit between thumb and forefinger and as he pinches hard I finally reach orgasm and it's like he's spanking me mercilessly.

I grab onto his torso and try not to lose my mind completely, but since I can still feel Nate's hard sex throbbing intensely, that's hardly possible.

Sighing and somewhat satiated, my lips travel down his neck to his cheek and I inhale his scent.

Nate's hand travels to the back of my neck and impatiently he presses my head against his to join our lips.

My whole body heats up again immediately, but even the godlike man I'm allowed to give pleasure to again and again doesn't seem to feel any different.

I enjoy the way Nate kisses me, so hungry, so greedy, so passionate and full of love.

His tongue caresses mine and he keeps sucking here and there, nibbling on my bottom lip and if he keeps going long enough I know I'm not far off my second orgasm.

As I place my hand over the large bulge in his boxers, he moans deeply and animalically into my mouth, making my entire chest vibrate.

"Are you trying to make it up to me now?" Nate asks sternly, biting my earlobe as he speaks, sending waves of electricity through my bloodstream.

"I want to please you, Nate. I want to be the embodiment of your lust and I want to be the cause of your every orgasm. Just as you are with me," I reply, reaching under the fabric that separates my skin from his.

The feel of his massive cock in my hand is so breathtaking and erotic, but when I look into his eyes, the world stops for a moment.

"That's you, kitten." He breathes and kisses me addictedly.

"Making you cum over and over again is the most satisfying thing I've ever had." Nate whispers in my ear as I enjoy jerking him off.

"How wet you are again...", he whispers after his fingers have collected the juice of my lust and he holds them between us.

I watch Nage as he first wraps his tongue around his fingers, then his lips follow and he's already sucking.

When the door opens abruptly, I wince violently and Nate is ripped out of our bubble as well.

"Am I disturbing you?" comes a deep voice that seems unfamiliar to me.

I get off Nate's lap as fast as I can and adjust my dress before I look into the blue eyes of a young man who resembles a vampire with his black hair and pale skin.

"You could have knocked," Nate just hisses before getting up and tucking his shirt in his pants.

When his clothes are completely straightened again, his gaze shifts to me and he wipes away my smudged lip gloss with his thumb without batting an eyelid.

"How should I have known that you have visitors.", the black-haired replies and now turns his attention to me.

"Sam Wilson, nice to finally meet you." He says with a smile and shakes my hand, which of course I politely accept.

"Sophia Hamilton, I'm happy too," I reply before turning to Nate.

"I'll go then, see you tomorrow.", I whisper to him and kiss his cheek softly.

Nate, however, pulls me close to his body by my waist before giving me an addicted kiss. One of his hands wanders under my dress, onto the bare curve of my bottom and he pinches me way too tight, so I squeak briefly into his mouth.

"Be careful. I love you.", he replies with a smile and I nod before I leave his office, but of course I seem to be on cloud nine, simply because things are going well for once, well I just want to hope keep it that way.