Mr. R and the R is for rigid
I closed the door, looking through the window I could see Ryan approaching, the car sped up and I stopped trying to look at him, after a few seconds I noticed that I wasn't alone.
Sitting on the other side in the front seat in the dark of the car, a mysterious man in a suit and black gloves with a cigarette in his hand, the kind of man that makes your heart race and your stomach turn with a single look.
With his snow
white skin and sharp features, he exudes an aura of danger and mystery that is both exciting and frightening.
Her clear blue eyes are like two deep wells of ice, capable of mesmerizing anyone who dares to look into them.
They shine with an intensity that seems to penetrate the soul, leaving me goosebumps and captivated at the same time. I didn't know what to say in his presence, I coughed with the smoke that was forming in the car, he put out his cigarette when he saw my discomfort and opened the window a little to let in some air.
“You are even more beautiful in person! It's a shame we didn't meet yesterday.”he broke the silence.
“Wait, are you Mr. R.?” I said shocked, covering my mouth, he was much more handsome than I imagined, his hair, carefully combed back with gel, adds a touch of elegance and charm to his already impressive appearance.
Every strand seems to be in the right place, as if he's just stepped off the cover of a magazine. But it's his serious, intimidating expression that really takes my breath away.
“It's a great pleasure Deborah, I'm sorry I came to your work unexpectedly, I hope you're not busy, how about we take a walk?”
“I would love! but I don't remember telling you where I worked…” he looked me in the eyes with intensity.
“When someone interests me, I like to keep myself informed about them, it's a matter of security...you understand me, don't you?”
“Of course…” I replied intrigued, there is something about him that makes me feel small and vulnerable, but at the same time awakens a burning desire to defy his expectations and discover what is hidden behind the cold facade and fierce gaze.
“And then Deborah”
He poured two glasses of wine and gave one to me, our fingers touched and a spark ran through my entire body
“Why didn't you come to meet us?” I choked when I heard the question and started coughing.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes, I am, don't worry.” I drank some of the wine with an embarrassed smile.
“I had an unforeseen event, I'm sorry I didn't come to meet you.” He looked at me from the bottom up and leaned back on the sofa of the limousine.
“There was also an unforeseen event when you didn't answer my calls?” my cheeks burned with embarrassment.
“I was embarrassed that I hadn't missed our meeting, I didn't know what to say…”
“You know, Deborah, I don't like people keeping me waiting. and much less make me beg...normally the others are the ones who beg in my presence.” he took a sip of the wine, and looked at me again.
“But something about you fascinates me...I've felt hot for several women, but none of them fascinated me, it was a fun game at first but after a while it made me lose my patience.” my heart beat to the rhythm of every word that came out of my mouth Of him, he is dangerous, without a doubt. But it is exactly this dangerousness that makes it so irresistible, so impossible to resist.
“But there's something about you that makes me want to be insistent...I want to find out what it is about you that makes me feel this way, what do you tell me? You'll help me find out!?”
I was completely unable to look away from him, I remembered Ryan, leaving me completely at his mercy, this time I could take control and do it my way without fear of being rejected.
I drank the entire glass of wine, got up and sat on Mr. R.'s lap, who raised an eyebrow, waiting for me to hesitate in my actions.
“If you help me, I'll help you!” He gave a sideways smile, the first since saw me.
“Direct and courageous...I like it.”
Calmly he unbuttoned my blouse, still testing me, imagining that at some point I would tell him to stop, then he unhooked my bra, and removed it, looking into my eyes.
“Take off your skirt!” His voice was cold and at the same time warm, I could feel a mix of shame and excitement. I got up and took off my skirt while he watched very attentively. and to prove that I wouldn't hesitate, I also took off my panties. lele gave a full smile, as if I had passed a test.
He held out his hand, I grabbed it, he pulled me onto the seat of the limousine, which was bigger than it looked, he laid me down, he started running his hand over my body, admiring it, as if he were touching a work of art, I was the exhibit. private to him.
He started to take off his clothes, he was even more beautiful without them to the point of leaving me breathless, like a marble statue but much better, he had his entire chest and arms covered in tattoos, he had a wild look, as if I were a hot cake and he was hungry, I already It was hot and pulsing with anticipation.
He climbed on top of me, as if I were his without a doubt he began to eat me, each touch made me feel like I was sinning because it was so good, when I felt him penetrating me a loud moan escaped my mouth,
which encouraged him to increase the pace and intensity.
He didn't have the same patience as when he spoke, he did it with anxiety, strength and passion, he penetrated me deeper making me scream, each of my reactions made him push harder.
“THAT!!!! STRONGER!!!!” his movement along with the movement of the car made everything even better, he entered and exited with precision, I felt like I was committing a crime, this must be the adrenaline of someone who does things wrong, I was so wet that it made entry easier his, like a sign written welcome, the house is yours now!