"Hey, calm down," my friend stands up and gives me a hug, “at the time of pleasure your body will say what you should do, you just pay attention to it and of course leave the shame aside, that would only make you look ridiculous.”
I smile, “the alcohol is sure to help with that,” I sighed deeply, “thanks, my darling.” We kiss each other on the cheeks, “do you want me to take you home?" She winks at me.
“You go calmly, I'll stay a little longer, I'll always have my cell phone close by in case you feel insecure. Voucher? Trust yourself and please ... don't show how drunk you are,” she asks me, smiling, I give her another kiss and I go with the man, I don't think I can hide my state.
Once in the car I am totally speechless, it is the big day, today Mr. Hamann will make me his. Thinking that makes me tingle all over my body, my breathing quickens just imagining his kisses, his caresses, his hot and strong body against mine. Jesus! What he said in that limousine to my ear still affects me a lot. I press my legs and feel my sex get wet. The road is a bit long, it was no wonder, we are in Clayton, one of the most posh places in Panama, I watch everything with curiosity, it is covered with many trees. I feel that the car is stopped and my nerves are on the rise, I can swear that the drunkenness is taking away from me.
"We have arrived, miss." The gigantic man opened the door for me, when I got down I remain standing next to him looking at the imposing mansion that rises in front of me. "I will guide to him." He offers when he sees that I do not take a step.
Looking at him I smile at him, “can you tell me your name?"
The man smiles at me sincerely, "I'm Malcolm."
Smiling, I hold out my hand and he takes it. "Nice to meet you, Malcolm, I'm Marilí." When I let go of his hand, I smile even more, my nerves want to dominate me. "Now that you know my name, I hope that before you stop seeing us you will call me by my name," he nods. "Do you notice how drunk I am?" I ask unceremoniously, a laugh comes out of his mouth, it is so strong that it causes tremors in the place.
“Yes, it shows a lot, now let’s go, he is waiting for you,” he mockingly says. Why does this cause him so much fun? Without saying anything else and walking as safely and as correctly as I can, I follow him. Entering that huge place I can't believe it.
"Oh my gosh!" I almost yelled.
"I know, it's impressive,” he said and I immediately look for him with my eyes until I reach the stairs, which is where he is, I see him go down the place with a unique style and sensuality, those jeans on his hips are deadly on him. Fuck with his flannel close to the body.
"Impressive, you say? This is sad ... You don't have any paintings or photos,” I keep looking around the place. "Who paints your shitty chocolate house?" Malcolm's laugh catches my eye and I look at him, “what? Isn't it true? I swear I deduced that his life was a complete disgrace, but to the point of having such an insubstantial, empty, trivial house?” Ok, this is very bad, I have said three words that describe the same thing and that hardly happens to me. I know I'm going overboard with what I'm saying, but I've never seen anything so depressing in life. Nerves and alcohol are not helping me at all.
“Can you shut up?” He asks behind my back, I didn't realize that he was already so close to me, the mere sound of his voice awakens the passion in my body.
"I'm sorry ... but I never believed that ...”
“You are drunk?” I stop immediately and looked at Malcolm, who is raising his eyebrows and showing me his palms and then he leaves. Coward!
"I'm not drunk ... I'm just in the part where my tongue slips out and I say what I think,” I shrug. "Don't you say everything that comes to your mind sober?" I frowned.
"Believe me, if I said everything I think, I would be in a jail or a shrink, they would have me classified as a psychopath." I smile amused, he raises his hand and I tense, when I feel it in my hair, I sighed. "I'll get over all the crazy things you're saying," he blurts it out to me, “when you are with me always wear your hair down,” without thinking I accept, it will only be today.
"I urgently need the bathroom," I must get away from him for a moment, his smell, his presence and his stupid voice are already turning me on and he still doesn't even touch me.
"Come on, I'll take the opportunity to enlist you."
Hearing that makes me frown, I look into his eyes, “can I prepare myself?" I ask with hope that he will give in but his serious expression answers me. "Okay ..." I relented. Taking me by the hand, he guides me to the second floor, when I put my foot on the first step, I fell down, a huge laugh filled the silent place. "Who put that there?" I asked, still laughing.
"Fuck," I hear him growl as he scooped me up, “Marilí you're touching my nose, you shouldn't put yourself this way, I don't want you to drink more alcohol,” he orders me.
Still laughing I looked at him, he is beautiful when he's serious, "Sir, I remind you that you will only get the blessed virginity from me, after 24 hours we will never see each other again, so you will only have to put up with me today."
He stops, “you will be mine,” the forcefulness in which he said that leave me speechless.
"Obviously I'll be yours, for tonight" I smile at him, he won't own me.
“It will be more than one night Marilí,” he begins to walk until he reaches an impressive room that is as opaque and sad as the rest of the house, when I lay down on the floor I look at the room. This man has no style!
"For you it will be more than one night, for me it will be a night like any other, remember I have a boyfriend," when I look at the bed with determination I break down the gesture. "Could we do it in another room that you haven't used with others?" I look at him.
"No woman has ever entered this house before,” he walks to the bathroom and I follow him.
"That is as true as you are 70 years old?" I question.
“Marilí please,” he speaks to me firmly, he is angry.
"Can you stop being so serious?" He looks at me, “you make me uncomfortable," I protest.
"That's what you should have thought before you got here drunk ... You're supposed to be on your five senses ... Not like this,” he leaves the faucet to the tub open and stands before me. "You deserve a punishment,” he takes his hand to my neck and caresses it gently until it ends on my shoulder, his contact makes my skin crawl and it turned me on, but my mind does not stop working and thinking what kind of punishment he will give me. "I'm going to fuck you so hard you'll have to stay here much longer than I planned because you won't be able to walk," he whispers in his hoarse voice, my body jerking and my cavity immediately contracted.
“You are going to scream my name over and over again, begging me to stop, to stop me because the orgasm you're having seems like it's going to faint you.” He lowers his hand and passes it around my waist, with one pull I was in his arms, impacting against his firm and hard body makes me gasp, his BOSS perfume and his breath both mixed remind me of the day I met him, our glances as always when we are together do not detach from each other.
"If I knew your name I might beg you, but believe me when I say I won't tell you ‘Mr. Hamann stop’," I smile even though I want to moan at his erection pressed into my belly. “I remember very well that in the contract it said that I should call you sir or Master.” Without being able to bear it anymore and as if I was not interested, I pass my hands over his chest and caress him, damn it feels good to touch this man, I think too much, eager for him, "So, I'll put up with it as long as I can." He smirked and unsurprisingly he doesn't like it.