Chapter 2

• Nicholas
• I haven't known what it's like to have sex in months, months since my damn secretary started working with me. My hand, poor thing, can't take any more beating one, every goddamn night it's the same thing.
• I stand there, listening to Dominique give me the goddam schedule of future cases every day, and like the damn pervert that I am, all I can think about is the way I should lean her over my desk, spread her legs, and check what panties she's wearing. .
• Damn it, I don't need to look down to know my cock is erect. I think it's become routine, and I've tried, and God knows how, to stay away from her. I went after other women, and nothing: my son of a bitch didn't care. He really wants Miss Ferreira, the one whose name drives me to the point of needing a cold shower every day.
• The woman doesn't know, but she managed to get me on all fours for her. I can't even watch porn, even those that would make any man jerk off really hot. I think she's a damn witch who bewitched me. When I go out to a nightclub — and this is rare for being a public man —, I pick up a hottie and she starts to run her hands over my chest and then down my dick, I think: now, yes, I'll have it. a nice little pussy. But what happens? Again my dick doesn't even get up, I end up giving up and leaving the club crazy.
• What do I do? I discount her, and I know she's not to blame—or rather, she is, for being so hot! For making me so sore. The urge is immense, and God knows how I fantasize about her lying there with her legs spread wide on my desk, and me there, reveling in the curves she's been so blessed with, falling into that juicy little pussy hidden behind the underwear.
• “Lord, help me! - I ask, moaning, feeling the cold water running down my body in the shower and I wish from the bottom of my heart that my cock lowers so I can go to work.
• I know if I don't get my hands on him and get to work, I'm sure to be fucked, so what do I do? I hit it really hard, thinking about those big tits in my mouth, and then my dick on them, making a beautiful Spanish one of those very tasty. Oh, how I'd like to see her come as I feel my fingers slamming into her luscious little pussy, and then, oh yes, before she can feel my cock inside her, I'd make Dominique kneel down on the floor and put her little mouth on it. around him and would fuck really hot. These thoughts alone are enough for me to enjoy a lot, and it was very good.
• Damn it, I'm so shaky that when I look down at my cock again, seeing it's still kind of hard, I almost groan in frustration.
• — You son of a bitch, go down, today I want to get to that damn forum without any erection — I practically beg him.
• Since Dominique started working with me, everything has become simple torture, and if I'm going to pay for my sins in life, I wish it weren't that way.
• When I finally get out of the bathroom, my skin is all wrinkled, and my body is very cold—I mean, almost the whole body, because the dick doesn't even freeze the dick.
• I think I'll buy a thermos bag and leave it in the freezer here at home, for when I have anything but pure thoughts, put the bag in to see if it finally softens — I have my doubts if that will ever happen.
• I pull the towel and run it through my hair before drying my body. I go to my closet, naked, and get my suit and the rest of the clothes. Once I'm dressed, I apply my Ferrari Black perfume, I look at myself in the mirror again, I check that I'm fine, I head straight for the exit. In the elevator, I remember that I skipped breakfast and that as soon as I get to the courthouse, I must order coffee for Dominique.
• I go to my car as soon as I get to the parking lot. One of the things I like the most is, in addition to coffee and hot women, a car. My baby is a black Audi A8, and I'm really jealous of him — isn't he supposed to?
• I start the car and leave soon, because I don't want to be late. Although I am sure of one thing: the day will pass very slowly.
• The good thing about living in this city is the hustle and bustle, because the usual traffic makes me think every day whether or not I should leave the house. It is exhausting to be stuck in the car in traffic jams. By a miracle, however, today there was not so much traffic. I arrive at the forum soon, and as soon as I stop the car, I take a deep breath, wishing that today is better than yesterday.
• I've been very tired... God, how I wish the cases I believe didn't take so long to be resolved. Oh, how I feel like going to the countryside to rent a house for the weekend... I'm no longer a teenager who lives life as if it were the last day. No, I'm a grown man, in my late thirties, who likes to live quietly—of course, I like to go out and have a good time, too, even if I haven't been doing it as much as I'd like lately, as I've mentioned. before.
• I turn on the car alarm, head toward the elevators. An Once on my way up to my floor, I start to get anxious again, because, yes, I will soon see the woman who makes me very hard. When the elevator doors open, I see her distracted, so beautiful and so hot, I control myself not to pull Dominique into my arms. What do I do then? I blink. Dammit, man, control yourself around this woman.
• After we talk about the day's schedule, I head to my office, close the door, and put my things in the closet. At my desk, I notice that the computer is already on, and I sit down and get to work. It doesn't take long, a very curious email arrives that, when I see it, is from Dominique. I find out that my beautiful secretary is going to be wearing a very sexy costume, and just reading this makes me hard again.
• And not knowing how to react.
• I had to delete the message and forget what happened—at the very least, she got it wrong. I just can't stop picturing her in that fantasy. How I would like to see Dominique like this.
• I make a decision and start writing, telling him I saw the picture and how excited I am. I threaten her to come to my office at lunch and send her the email, forgetting about everything afterwards. When it's lunch time, I remember and see that she didn't obey me. I call her, and she returns, nervous, saying she'll be here soon.
• As I wait for her, my dick is itching to get out, so I shoot it right before Dominique enters the room.
• "I want you to lock the door and come over to my table!" — I order.