Chapter 4. Dominant Boss

Dorian is in control of everything, holding the blonde by the waist, thrusting his body up and down with force, causing the union of their pelvises to create a morbid and depraved sound.

The blonde was so wet that there was no need to lubricate his cock; she was doing all the work, and it was much better that way. The CEO looks down and watches as his cock slides completely into the blonde's pussy. He can feel her whitish fluids bathing his cock and even a little bit of her belly.

The CEO tilted his head back as he continued to move the blonde's body at his own pace. She held onto the back of the seat while her ass rested on the steering wheel. She began to move more insistently, causing the car to shake.

"Ah! Ah! Ah! Yes, give it to me harder," moaned the blonde, leaning her body back.

Dorian digs his nails into her buttocks and pushes her a little closer to his cock. She tries to open her legs a little more, but she can't because the car is so narrow. Dorian helps her and starts rubbing the bulge in her pussy.

"Ahhh! Yes, like that..." she cries out, moving her ass sensually.

A few more minutes of masturbation, and the blonde was reaching orgasm. Dorian joins her seconds later, releasing his last spasms inside her. He closes his eyes when he feels released.

"Dorian, every time we do it, it's better than the last time," she whispers as she pretends to kiss him, but he dodges her.

"Yeah, it was pretty good," he says, grabbing her hips to push her off him. "I have to take you back," he adds.

He adjusts his clothes, knowing she is watching him.

"And that's it?"

"You know the rules," he replies, starting the car. "No drawing attention to ourselves. I don't want to be the subject of gossip."

"It doesn't have to be that way, we can go to..."

"I'm taking you home," he says, starting the car.

The blonde remains silent. It was always the same with this man. With him, it was sex and nothing else. You would never see him dining in a restaurant or having a drink. Dorian was such a reserved man. If they didn't have sex at his house or in the car, although he had never taken her to his own home.

But those were the conditions he imposed when he suggested they sleep together, and since she was crazy about him, she accepted without complaining. However, as time went by, she began to get bored of only seeing him to have sex.

The blonde wanted more from a man, and she wasn't going to get it with him... even though he was very good in bed.

When he dropped her off at her house, the blonde looked at him.

"I don't think I want to continue as we are, we've been dating for a long time, Dorian. Don't you think we should think about...?"

"No, we shouldn't... if you don't like how things are anymore, let's just leave it at that. It was nice being with you, but you know I'm not interested in having any kind of relationship with any woman.

"Fine," she said, getting out and slamming the door.

Dorian shakes his head and starts the car. It was always the same with all of them. Why did they have to look for a relationship? Didn't they just enjoy fucking and that was it? Relationships only brought problems, and he hated damn problems.

[...]

"Do you want me to take your job as secretary?" Catrina looks at her sister as if she's lost her mind.

"Yes, it'll only be temporary. Until the baby can get through the day without me, I don't want to lose that job, Catrina."

"But what does your boss think about that? Eliza, you know I don't know anything about office work," the brunette stood up. "I'll do everything wrong and your boss will end up looking for someone else and you'll lose your job anyway."

"No, no, you'll come with me every day so you can learn the job. I'll train you."

"I highly doubt your boss will agree to this."

"He told me he would look for another secretary, and I'm giving him the solution. But it benefits me because I won't lose my job if you're the one taking my place."

Catrina stared at her sister. She didn't really like her plan, but what other choice did she have? She had to help her sister. Besides, she was letting her stay at her house without paying a penny.

It was the least she could do for her. Catrina closed her eyes. The problem was that she had no idea how to be a secretary. Eliza had been working in that profession for years, but she hadn't. Her thing was painting.

"Eliza, you know I only know how to paint, right? I don't know how to be a secretary."

"Come on, Catrina, you've had lots of jobs that have nothing to do with your profession."

"Okay, I'll try. I promise I won't let you down in front of your boss."

"You're the best!" The big-bellied woman jumped on her. "Now I want you to tell me what happened with your stupid ex.

[...]

The next day, Dorian steps out of the elevator and looks up to see a brown-haired woman he doesn't recognize sitting at Eliza's desk. As he approaches, he gets a better look at her. She bears a certain resemblance to his secretary.

He frowns as he stands in front of the desk. She looks up, and he notices her bright brown eyes, so penetrating that his whole body shivers with excitement.

"Good morning, who are you? And why are you sitting at Eliza's desk?" Catrina stands up when she realizes that this is her sister's boss.

He was just as she had described him: tall, blond, handsome, burly, and with a rather intimidating gaze. The young woman composed herself at the sight of him; the truth is that the description did not do him justice.

"Good morning, I'm Eliza's sister. My name is Catrina Hans." She held out her hand, and he looked at it, but didn't shake it, just stared at her.

"Sister? She didn't mention anything yesterday about sending her sister this morning." Catrina lowered her hand, feeling a little stupid for being polite to such a rude guy.

"Oh, no! She's gone to the bathroom. She'll be back in a moment."

And just then, Eliza appears in the office. Dorian sees her and waits for an explanation.

"Good morning, Mr. Borges... this is my older sister, Catrina. I brought her here for an interview for the secretary position."

"Oh, really?" He looks at the brunette. "And I suppose that once you feel better, you'll want to go back to work."

The sisters look at each other for a moment.

"I don't want to lose my job, sir."

"I see," Dorian looks back at the brunette intently. "In that case, I'll wait for you in my office."

He walks to his office. Catrina watches him lock himself in, then slumps into her chair.

"I can't do this, Eliza. Forget it, I can't..."

"What are you saying? What do you mean, no? You're not going to back out at the last minute."

"Did you see your boss's face? He hates me! He doesn't even know me and he already can't stand me."

"Why do you say that?"

"I held out my hand and he didn't even accept it. That says a lot about a person. I can't work with someone as rude as him."

Her sister blinks and doesn't understand how her boss could be so rude to her sister, but she assumed it was because he saw her alone at her desk and was a little suspicious.

"Don't be silly, that's because he doesn't know you yet. But when he sees you all the time, that will change. He's a little suspicious, but he's not a bad boss."

"You've been working with him for years, that's why you say that."

"He was like that with me at first, it's okay."

Catrina didn't think so. If she had seen the look on his face when he saw her, she wouldn't have said the same thing. Now she had to face him, alone in his office.

"Come on, stand up and go talk to him."

"What the hell am I going to say to him?" she asks as her sister pushes her toward the door.

"The truth. Tell him I'm going to train you. He'll understand, don't worry, he's not as bad as he looks."

"That's easy for you to say, you're a naive fool. That's why you're the youngest."

"Don't be a nerd, be a woman and face him. It's just a temporary job, you won't be with him forever."

The brunette opens the door and walks away, leaving her older sister in the doorway. Catrina rolls her eyes and enters the office.