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Chapter 4:

Amanda Hank:

Today is Dad's birthday dinner.

And I won't lie; I've never been so embarrassed and nervous as today.

I think I'm acting too paranoid.

I sigh when the class ends and I leave the university straight for the mall.

I have to go buy clothes for tonight. I want to look presentable.

As I look at the clothes on the racks, I've been thinking of only one thing since I woke up.

In Mr. Smith's deal...

I know that he will give me more details about the yes I accept, but until then, I am dying of curiosity.

Would he be my master and I his submissive if I deigned to accept?

Yesterday, I investigated what that type of relationship was. It was traumatizing, but it increased my interest in talking to John again.

He would have power over me, and I would have to give myself up without complaint. Giving him the necessary consent for him to take my body with more intensity.

Will you make me sign a contract?

Since I have to sign a contract to know what I allow and what is not within the parameters of the contract, Will Mr. Smith play by the rules or play another way?

On the internet, they talk about previous agreements and much more, but to be honest, it was a lot for a virgin woman like me.

Speaking of which, quite honestly, I feel like I'm between a rock and a hard place.

A part of me wants it. He really wants to see and experience that kind of relationship. Where I would have a teacher who would teach me everything I should know about sex.

That part tells me to accept and hand myself over to the tycoon easily. That it will be the opportunity of a lifetime and that I will be able to enjoy my handsome boss.

The other part warns me that it is dangerous and forbidden. That I could lose my job.

Since he is my boss, my father's friend, and twice my age.

And that I should refuse that deal because I can't accept losing my virginity like this.

My head is in chaos.

I still don't know what I should do, and time is running out in front of me.

And after dinner, I have to give an answer to John. What will I tell him?

I sigh and pay for the clothes I chose.

The afternoon ended very quickly, and I kept thinking about what would be the right thing to do or what I really wanted.

After a shower, I change, and, strangely, I dress up and put on a little makeup.

Usually I don't like to do it, but today I have a curious desire to do it.

And I think the cause of that is John.

He is such a classy man. Always well groomed. Dressed in his beautiful three-piece suits, which make him look good.

How could a man like him want someone like me?

I know I'm not a bad woman. On the contrary, I am a wonderful woman.

But I am a virgin, and I am so inexperienced in the sexual realm.

What did he see in me that he liked so much?

Why do you want to be with me?

Amanda, realize.

He will take advantage of me. He will use me as he pleases, then he will fire me, and I will be left without dignity and employment.

What if, after agreeing to a match or whatever, he fires me?

How can I trust him?

Although John looks like a man who would cheat on me,

Part of me wants to take a chance and find out what the elegant Mr. Smith is hiding. Trust my father's friend and let him work his magic on me.

Should I heed or turn off that voice for life?

At one point, I ask myself for the last time what I want, and when I reach the final decision, someone knocks on my door.

I sigh and really want my decision to be the right one. Otherwise, I couldn't deal with the damage it leaves me.

"Pass."

"Daughter, John has arrived. Come, dinner is served, asks my father.

"I'm coming." I say it and hear him leave.

Well, it's time to be mature and accept what I really want.

I went down to the second floor and approached the dining room. Where John awaits me.

"Good evening, Mr. Smith. I greet her and take a seat.

Unfortunately, I doomed myself by sitting next to John. I admit that I did not think it through; for a moment, my brain had gone into a state of dementia.

"Good night, beloved." Please call me John. Outside of work, I am not your boss. He sweetly asks, "By the way, you look beautiful."

I am not ignorant of the fact that he looks at me very closely. As if he wanted to save every detail for later.

I admit that I love the obsession that is seen in his eyes. Like there isn't something more beautiful than me, but it intimidates me a little.

"Thank sir…say, John. But it will take time to get used to this. I like to be polite. I said about having to treat him as an equal.

John raises an eyebrow and smiles.

"I see, that's very sweet of you,” he says. And he proceeds to approach my ear to whisper the following: "I will have less reason to punish you. I love knowing that you will be a good girl and not disobey your master. You're so perfect."

I was struck by the audacity with which he says it; it is as if he knew...

"Excuse me, sir...?"

"Shshsh, we'll talk about that later.” He kisses my cheek and pulls away from me.

I stand still as my father walks into the dining room.

I tried to hide it, and he acted like I wasn't dying inside.

"Okay, now we're ready. It's time to eat,” says my father, starting dinner.

He is very happy to have his daughter and friend. And I prefer that he be, even though he won't know what's going on with his friend and his intimate interest in me.

Dinner passed almost always.

However, with John Smith, nothing is normal.

During dinner, I began to feel caresses on my bare thigh and squeezing that made me start nervous and, surely, very blushing.

My father even asked me if I was okay.

And John shamelessly and cynically asked me what's wrong with me. There is no doubt that he enjoyed it; he enjoyed seeing me in trouble.

Me too…

It scared me how exciting it was to feel John's hand on my thigh and the risk of being discovered by my father. It was very dangerous but so pleasurable that I questioned if this was normal.

Dinner is over. And I, together with John, raised the table while my father went to the bathroom.

As I wipe down the table with a rag and get everything spotless, I feel John pin me against the dining room table.

And I feel something hard against my buttocks, and only in a second do I realize it's his crotch. Why is he so excited?

"Sir, what are you doing?"

"I think I lied to you."

"You lied to me?"

Damn, I knew it.

"Exact." admits. And my heart rate increases. "Never call me John alone. It doesn't feel so good; it's more that I hate it. I declare myself a lover of what you call me, sir; it's what I love about you, Amanda."

I swallowed hard when he pressed his erection against me. A kind of soft moan escapes my lips.

At this point, my cheeks are deep red.

"This and more is what you cause in me, Amanda,” he says hoarsely in my ear, and I find that electric current again. "Are you willing to truly meet your master, Miss Hank?"

I do not answer. I'm too emotionally overloaded to speak.

He took me by the neck and made me look at him.

"Answer me, Amanda."

In his eyes, I see a darkness so enchanting that it makes my desires come to light.

¿Who do I want to fool?

Before him, I was very weak, and my walls of morality fell, giving way to my fantasies and my deep desires.

That I only thought of reading in books.

However, I think with him, it could all be very real and memorable. Even better than the books I've read all my life.

This is something we both want. Why refuse to meet my true master?

"Yes sir. I do want to meet my sir. I wish it.” My voice almost sounds like a plea because of the excitement that is growing in me little by little.

I see him smile, and he kisses my cheek before pulling away from my body.

"Very good, honey. Your wishes are my orders."

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