12 - First time

"Try me," he murmured dangerously against her neck, his voice velvety and so deep that it caused heat not only in his cheeks, but also in his crotch.

Helena opened her pink lips moist with her saliva, wanting to say something that she never said. As if that deep, lust-filled look had taken his breath away. She opened and closed her mouth several times and blinked as if she wanted to break out of the spell she was trapped in, but to no avail.

Ivan moved closer, as if that were really possible, and he could smell her cologne, a mix of wood and coffee that turned her on even more. She closed her eyes for a moment as she felt her eyes moisten with shock just as the man's mischievous and cheeky knee moved between her legs that didn't fight and parted at the mercy of her boss.

Ivan also closed his eyes and let himself be carried away by the natural aroma of the young woman's skin that felt like pure honey in his nose, a sweet perfume that made his throat growl protesting at not being able to taste that vulnerable neck given to him.

Why couldn't she?

Her body trembled, as if a part of him was fighting to place her lips on that thin neck and taste her skin while the other part of her refused to give in to her charms.

"Try me..." she whispered again, but this time it sounded like a plea, begging for Helena to take the next step, to allow him to continue, to give a sign that she wanted it just as much as he did. Fearing that the animal inside her couldn't control itself one more second.

Helena's teary eyes snapped open, bursting into small, pearl-like tears, her boss's velvety voice had snapped her out of her daydream and back into cruel reality.

What was she doing?

This was not at all professional in the world, she couldn't…

Or if?

She felt her cheeks burn harder and felt ashamed of herself for getting wet just by hearing that seductive voice hit her throat and make her skin crawl.

As best she could, she raised her trembling hands and grabbed the young man by her shoulders, pushing him away from her, although her whole body cried and begged otherwise.

She said nothing more, with her chest rising and falling and her trembling body running out of there towards her room, without turning back once.

Ivan looked at the empty place where until a few moments ago he had kept his beautiful little prey at his mercy. She bit her lip hard and laughed at himself for being so weak, he had never begged for love.

"That woman has me at her feet..." he laughed amused, regaining his composure and arranging his disheveled suit. He walked quickly through the house, hoping that the hardness that that young woman had left on her pants would not be noticeable.

"Sir," one of his men greeted.

"Take a woman to my room as soon as possible," he ordered, quickly leaving there.

-Yes sir.

As he had requested, in just half an hour a very sensual woman was at the door of his room, with a voluptuous smile just like her body.
"Hello again, darling," the woman purred, swaying towards him as she took off her fine clothes, leaving herself completely naked.

Ivan didn't say anything, he only deigned to take off, or rather tear off, his own clothes as soon as possible so he could satisfy the desire and heat that Helena had left him. He was crazy, blinded by desire and he needed to appease it as soon as possible, extinguish the flame that the young woman had left on her skin.

Completely naked, he let the woman straddle him. The beautiful young woman began to kiss her neck voraciously, then slid her tongue downward towards her firm pectorals and slowly down to her painful crotch due to her desire for so much.

Ivan threw his head back and closed his eyes, trying to concentrate and enjoy, but, even though the woman was an expert with her tongue and knew that the mafia boss liked her, he couldn't feel satisfied. He didn't want those skillful lips, he didn't want that stunningly beautiful woman. Ivan couldn't get Helena's shy, blushing face out of his mind. Her lips were small, pink and moist because he had licked her lips as if he expected him to kiss her, with her body trembling with desire for her and her open legs welcoming him.

The woman stopped working on her crotch and moved up to position herself on top of her thighs. She was about to make him enter her when Ivan held her firmly by her hips to stop her.

-What happen dear? I want you now... - the woman murmured sensually.

Ivan bit his lip hard, the woman was beautiful, she couldn't deny that and also the fact that she would ride him until he made him see the stars. But little by little he felt that all her excitement was going down and she was completely losing her lividity, which the woman noticed between her legs and put on a bewildered expression.

-What's happening? "You don't like me?" He made a pout that Ivan found annoying.

"Please go," he begged embarrassedly, feeling her manhood being trampled by himself.

-But Darling.

"Go away!" he screamed, losing his patience.

The indignant woman took all of her clothes and left quickly.

The young gangster turned on her bed and buried her face against her pillow. He wanted to scream in frustration. It was the first time he was with a woman in her room and he didn't sleep with her.

What was wrong with him?

Had her mind and his body become infatuated with that brute and defiant woman?

"Damn it..." he protested and remembered his father's words that stabbed like daggers into his mind.

He should not fall in love, love made him weak and his life could be at risk because of it.

But what could she do if she couldn't control his crazy heart that was beating hard at the mere image of those honey-colored eyes looking only at him as if she were his world?

"I'm going crazy," he sobbed, praying he could fall asleep as soon as possible and forget about all that madness.

Except that he did not dream of repeating the scene in the hall again, only this time they both kissed wildly until they became one.

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Helena slammed the door to her room and slid down her back to the floor, hiding her still red face against her knees.

She felt like a 15-year-old teenager going crazy because the popular boy had taken her hand.


But what else did she expect?

In this week she had had more contact with the handsome sex than she had in her entire life!!

If she continued at this rate she would end up in her boss's bed in the blink of an eye.

"No... I can't allow that" She sobbed and ignored the part of her mind that begged for the touch of those big, warm hands "You came here to work not to sleep with him, that's not going to happen" she said out loud as if She would like to convince herself of that.
With her body still shaking from shock she slipped under the covers, hiding from the world that was mocking her.

She closed her eyes tightly, and there was that dark look of hers again, that amused smile, that scent that turned her around in one fell swoop and dampened her underwear.

A timid and willing hand slowly moved down her flat stomach until it slid under her underwear, feeling the wetness and heat that knee had left when pressed against her.

She had never done anything like that, she had never touched herself that way, not because she didn't know how to do it, but because she had never felt the need to calm her body like she felt at that moment.

She had always commanded her mind to be constantly busy, with study, work and business that she had never taken a moment to think about.

But now, under the covers, in a giant room all to herself, away from other people's eyes, she felt it was time. Even with her eyes closed she imagined that her small, trembling hand was that man's, who was exploring her for the first time and like no one had ever done before.

She imagined that it was he who inserted a finger into her wet cavity and kissed her neck saying cute but horny words.

Her lips parted in an “O” shape as his finger moved almost inexperiencedly inside her. A small, timid moan left her lips before he moved his hand away from her and closed her eyes even more then clinging to a pillow as if her life depended on it and throwing one leg over it. She hid her agitated face from her feeling ashamed for having touched the image of her boss for the first time.