Irresistible Boss Succumbing to Your Touch (Maria Anita) novel Chapter 3

Manuela’s POV

I entered the bedroom and saw Flavian sitting in the armchair reading a book. He was wearing light pants and a knit shirt. He looked up and saw me walk right past him to the bathroom without saying a word. I closed the door so he wouldn't follow me - I had a plan.

After my shower, I put on pink lingerie made of transparent lace, grabbed a scarf from the closet, and went to the bedroom. I left the scarf on the nightstand, aware of his eyes on me, and turned to face him. He had put the book aside and was watching me. When I turned around, he gave me a half-smile. I went to him and bent down, bringing my eyes level with his.

"Now, explain to me, detective. You went into that cow's room, and she was only in her bra and panties?" He sighed, his smile fading as he nodded in confirmation. "And what happened next?"

"Manu..." He didn't want to revisit the subject, but I had a plan, and he wasn't going to ruin it.

"What happened next, detective?" I insisted, and he huffed.

"She got naked..."

"Step by step, detective. We're going to reconstruct your offense, and then I'll decide your punishment." He looked at me, confused. "What did she do first?"

"She took off her bra first and let it fall to the floor." I stood up, took a step back, and removed my bra, letting it drop to the floor. His eyes sparkled as if he was starting to understand what I was doing.

"And then?"

"She took off her panties." He stared at me intently. I removed my panties and pushed them aside with my foot.

"And what did you do, detective? Did you look at her like this?"

"I didn't look at her like that," he huffed. "She chased me around the room until she cornered me against the wall."

"Show me, detective. Reconstruction, remember? You know how it's done." I provoked him, and he stood up. I moved closer as he backed away, continuing to approach as he retreated.

"It's very hard not to grab you right now, little one," he said with a naughty smile.

"Did you say that to her, detective?" I held back from laughing at his frustrated expression.

"No, little one, I ran away from her." He moved away, and I followed until he backed against the wall, and I got very close.

"And then, what happened at that point?"

"She pressed her body against mine and started touching me."

"Touching you where?"

"On my abdomen."

His lips traveled down to my throat, sucking on my skin with slightly more force, just enough to ensure he would leave a small mark. Whenever he did this, it made me more aroused, my body getting hotter, my intimate parts getting wet. He continued stoking my excitement with one passionate kiss at a time spread across my body.

He placed his hands on my breasts and squeezed them, pinched my nipples, and then sucked them, one at a time, unhurried. I let out a moan and writhed beneath him, arching against him, filling his hands even more with my breasts.

He pulled away from me and I felt the cold from the absence of his body over mine. He quickly stripped off his clothes and returned on top of me, kissing me once more and sinking his hands into my body, moving lower and lower, advancing downward.

His fingers explored the path to my intimacy, and intimately he parted my lips and stroked my soft flesh, that delicious spot, making me moan, setting my body on fire and tingling, until everything spun and I felt pleasure overtake me in a trembling, dizzying climax that left me breathless.

I noticed he was kissing and sucking my breasts without hesitation, as if claiming them as his own. He positioned himself between my legs and aligned himself at my entrance, then thrust into me with one powerful, delicious stroke that drew a loud moan from me. He moved in and out of me vigorously while I moaned and writhed in pleasure, unable to touch him, which left me at his mercy and seemingly even more sensitive to his movements.

I came apart around him, my body convulsing with the force of my orgasm while he continued his sweet torture on my breasts and his rhythmic motion inside me, until another climax hit me and he thrust one final time, as deep as possible, letting his own release come, falling onto me, breathless, sweaty, and satisfied. He untied my wrists from the scarf and rolled us over, leaving me on top of him.

"Am I forgiven?" he asked with a mischievous look.

"Not yet, we have all night for that," I said, positioning myself over him. "But I'll make sure you understand that you belong to someone and shouldn't go running off when another woman calls you!"

"Is my naughty little monster unleashed tonight?" He laughed, and I nodded.

For the rest of the night, I condemned him to a sweet agony of pleasure and orgasm, so he would never doubt what we were and what we had, and to make sure he knew he was mine, just as I was his.