Comparing

Anton's POV

Ronda was riding me relentlessly for the last fifteen minutes, but I wasn’t feeling as enjoyed as she did. Ronda Meyers, the CEO of the Meyers companies and the eldest daughter of the Meyers family. A statue of perfection and control. Always successful and challenging. Some could say we were a perfect match. Some, but not me.

I was valuing her ideas and ambition about work. I was casually hanging out with her and sometimes fucking her, but somehow not feeling enough lust for her. She was a woman in control. For all the fields. And the bed was nothing different for her. She was liking being collected. Like anything else. Her hair was never getting tangled, never sweat during sex. Her lipstick never smudged while giving a blowjob and of course, she was taking from other holes as well without being shaken. I sometimes feeling like fucking a doll while I was fucking her. I like being in control and I was not intended to change it especially with her either. I held her slim waist and flipped us on the bed, now I was caging her under me.

I imagined her instead of Ronda, just for a second. What would it be like to have her? I bet she was inexperienced and innocent in bed. Just how I liked it. And I was pretty sure I could have made her submit to me easily. Then I could pound on her little tight pussy on and on. While she was blushing red from her cheeks till her cute little ears. Stop it Anton!

I got carried away with the thoughts of her and I started slamming in Ronda’s pussy mercilessly without giving her a chance to take breaths. I wasn’t thinking very much about what I was doing. I was thinking about her. Ronda started clawing my backs and trying to get control over me again. Not happening, Ronda! I held her hands with one hand and raised her arms onto her head. She was writhing and trying to shake me off to gain control again. But I was not in the mood of letting her win this time. I flipped her again as she was facing the bed, I smacked her ass and started claiming her from behind, while I grabbed her hair in a hard grip. Ronda’s short blonde hair was not giving me enough satisfaction, I imagined long brunette hair wrapped around my fist. Fucking stupid bun she had today! She was stabbing pencils in it. I could have held that bun in my hand, while she was begging for mercy, I could have stabbed my member in her, relentlessly. Until make her stupid, big brown eyes filled with tears. Fuck! Stop thinking of her, you idiot!.

Ronda started clawing my hand, gripping her hair, with her hands and cursing me between her clenched teeth. I didn’t give a shit. I nearly was not fucking her anymore. I was fucking someone else in my head. I wondered what it would be like to have her fragile body under me. What it would be like to paint her helpless body with all kinds of body fluids of mine. I wonder if her nipples also were like her lips, cherry red. Shit! I want to fuck that mouth!

I continued thrusting at Ronda. Even though she hated it, she came not after too long and I released myself too.

We collapsed limp on the bed. Our chests were still moving fastly to catch our breaths.

“What the hell Anton?” she asked between short breaths.

“What?” I asked.

“You are acting differently today.” she said.

“Stop acting like you care about my mood, Ronda. We both know you are upset because I didn’t let you be in control this time.” I said.

She sent burning glares to my side. Jumped off from the bed and got on her long legs. She was a beautiful woman. I examined her body while she was fishing her clothes in the room. Long and slim, a nice figure. Blonde hair falling to her shoulders and blue eyes inherited from her northern-europe ancestors. A pretty face, pretty body and pretty brain. She was a total set. Ronda was everything that she wasn’t. She was fragile and shy. Her small body was beautiful but totally in a different way. Ronda was shining with dominance and intimidation. She was delicate and calm, like a leaf before the wind. Now Ronda was zipping on her red dress ending right on her knees and combing her hair with her hands. She paid a last glance to my side.

“Would you like to grab something to eat? I asked.

“Who are you and what did you do to Anton Alonzo?” she asked.

“Why? We can have dinner together can’t we?”

“Yes we can, but you never asked before. Even when I offered, you said it could catch the paparazzi’s attention. What has changed now?” She was right, I never asked her out before for two reasons. One, that the paparazzi thing she already mentioned and two I didn’t want to give her the impression that we are exclusive. But today, I needed a distraction. After I finally released myself and cleared my cum-filled head, the things I thought during sex started coming back to me. And I didn’t want to face those thoughts. It was wrong from all angles. I was not the fucking Matt and I wouldn’t fuck around with employees.

“I have a restaurant now, and I assure you we have a strict no paparazzi policy.” I said as I shifted my attention to Ronda.

“So you will take me to La Vie?”

“Yeah, if you want?”

“Okay… I guess dinner wouldn’t hurt after this sex you forced on me. You owe me one.” she said. I laughed silently. This time was different than the times we had with her, I should admit that. I generally would allow her to have control. But I was not enjoying this too much. But she was a safe partner. Beautiful, successful and not clingy. I was hardly finding time to have sex, and she was the same. We were having sex secretly between meetings or after a long days like today. She wouldn’t like to have any press attention in her private life, and neither would I.

We left the suite that we were using to meet and went to La Vie.

I pulled my Rolls Royce in front of the Restaurant that we came to last week with her. It’s been a week since she had started working but it made me feel like I knew her for months. She was like an open book. She was a shy and withdrawn person. She was blushing all over whenever someone slightly praised her or slightly scold. She was an organized person, and maybe the best assistant I have ever had. She was taking initiatives about work and running all of my appointments smoothly. She easily learnt all of my patterns and preferences. And made everything according to my liking. Except for the coffee. She was really bad at preparing coffee.

When she was thinking about something, she was touching her lower lip unconsciously and even was not aware this was a sexy thing. She was not doing it to be sexy. She was not even paying attention to any of the admirers. I have never seen our kitchen so crowded before. Even some employees from other stories were coming to get coffee - that coffee - from our kitchen until I forbade it.

She was shaking her leg when she was nervous. She was pushing her glasses onto his small nose with her index finger, while focusing on a task. She was stabbing pencils to her hair while working and then forgetting them there and searching for them. She was taking off her shoes while working on her table without knowing my feet fetish. Fuck she was cute and it was making me crazy. She was a huge distraction.

I woke up from my daydreams when the waiter greeted us and guided us to my table.

Ronda was walking before me elegantly, she was examining the room indifferently, almost bored. I remembered when I took her here, the way she was taking in the lavish room with large eyes. But Ronda simply was unimpressed. She must have seen such places a thousand times before.

We sat at the same table right by the garden view. Ronda didn’t look at the garden once. She took off her phone and started replying to her emails. When the waiter came to give menus, I ordered the usual and Ronda simply said, same for me.

"Do you know what I ordered?" I asked.

"No, but I am sure you ordered something good and I am okay with that." she said without raising her gaze from her phone.

I remembered when she simply scolded me not to let her order for herself. I was just feeling in a hurry because I forgot to order lunch for her and I was trying to order something right away. Besides filet mignon being one of the most priced dishes on the menu, I wasn’t thinking I would still cause her to starve. But she was right. I should have waited for her to order.

I looked at Ronda and couldn’t help but wish she was here. Alice Wonderland. I was calling her Wonderful but I was perfectly aware what her name was. But, she was wonderful, and she was deserving this name more than anyone else.