"It doesn't hurt, Querido." She assures him. " I baited him and he
responded as expected, there is no cause for concern."

"Why would you try and make him strike you?" Sonny demands.

"I will now cower in fear from him, not as a child, not now, and not
ever. You didn't bring me up here to talk." She reminds him as she props
herself up on her elbow on the bed. "Undress for me."

"Excuse me?" Sonny asks, clearly taken back. No woman has ever attempted
to control the seduction before.

"Your pride will cost you a great deal of pleasure, Sonny." She warns
him. "I can make this a night you won't forget, but I won't waste time
wrestling control from you. Undress for me slowly." She repeats as his
fingers slowly unbutton his shirt. He meets her passionate gaze, taking
in the excitement in her eyes as he reaches the final button, he slowly
pulls the silk off his shoulders, revealing his firm, tan chest. When
his hands move to his belt buckle, she shakes her head. "No, not yet.
Come here." She instructs.

Her gaze is hypnotizing as he feels his battle for control momentarily
cease. For once, he will relinquish it and see what lays in store.
Standing between her legs, he closes his eyes as her hands slowly move
over his newly exposed flesh, taking in every firm inch of him. When she
moves her mouth down the length of his torso, trailing kisses and love
bites, he feels his cock stiffen within the confines of his boxers and
finely tailored pants. "Turn around." She whispers as he slowly turns
his back to her. "On your knees, Querido."  She says seductively as he
sinks to his knees, not certain why he is obeying her every command. She
begins to massage his shoulders, carefully working out the knots from
the built up tension. Her long, silky brown hair falls gently over his
chest as she leans in and begins to work on the muscles around his neck.
She whispers into his ear, her warm breath dancing across his cheek.
"You trust me."

"Why do you think that?" He replies in a liquid gravel voice.

""If you didn't, you wouldn't allow yourself in such a vulnerable
position. I could have snapped your neck moments ago." Her lips find a
sensitive area of his neck as she begins to apply a long, hard kiss, one
that will surely leave her mark on him for days. She breathes in the
smell of him, the rich scent of his cologne mixed with his pure
masculinity. He is intoxicating. His breathing is ragged as she slowly
builds on his excitement. "How far are you willing to let this go,
Sonny?" She hisses into his ear.

"How far do you want to take it?" He asks, despite the warning bells
going off in his head. This woman is pure sex, his lust will not be
denied.

"Over the edge, Baby."  She answers. "Rise to your feet and finish
undressing."

He turns and captures her face in his hands, lifting her gaze to meet
his own. "I'm not ready yet, Querida. I want to see what you have to
offer first."

She gives in to a smile. She can feel the power shift and for once in
her life, it excite her. "What do you want?" She asks.

"Everything." He whispers dangerously. "You can start with the suit.
Remove it. I am a patient man, so take your time." He helps her off her
off the bed and takes her place, resting on his elbow.

She slowly works the buttons open and peels the black top off her body,
revealing the bright red, lacy bra. He sucks in a breath as she unzips
the skirt, allowing it to pool at her feet, revealing her long, slender,
mocha legs. The skimpy, red, satin panties barely hide her sex as he
exhales. His eyes drink in the sight of her. "Come here." He orders as
she raises an eyebrow.

"Come and get me." She challenges.

In a flash he's off the bed and strides across the room like a lion
about to pounce on it's prey. His hands take hold of each side of her
face as he presses his lips against hers, backing her up until she is
pressed between the cool cement wall and his hot body. Their tongues
dart in and ouch of each other's mouths, dueling and dancing as the kiss
becomes deeper and more passionate. Hiking her leg up, he pulls her
closer, his hand moving slowly over the length of her silky thigh. She
bites down on his bottom lip hard, when he breaks the kiss, he
effortlessly pins her hands above her head, holding her in place with
the strong grip of one hand.  She moans in appreciation.

"You are a man who refuses to give up control." She states matter of
factly as his free hand cups one of her soft breasts.

"You are beautiful." He compliments, his fingers kneading at her flesh.
He unclasps the front clasp of the bra, smiling in pure admiration as he
is rewarded with two perfectly tan peaks. They are inviting to the
touch. He stokes her breasts, leaving no area untouched and pausing in
no particular place for too long, to keep her panting and grinding
against him. She squirms against the wall, struggling to break free of
his hold when he pinches one of her nipples firmly.

"Sonny!" She purrs as he tweaks the other nipple. "Please."

"Please? Please what, Querida?" His voice is low and dangerous as his
hand moves from her berry hard nipples down to cup her satin covered
sex. He can feel her arousal through the panties as he begins a slow,
erotic rubbing of her mound.

"Enough of the playing, I want you." She demands, only to have him laugh
at her.

"The spoiled Princess wants instant gratification?" When her eyes flash
with anger, he rips off her panties with one easy tug, his fingers slip
past her mass of wet, dark curls. Finding her pleasure nub, he rubs at
it slowly as she grinds against his hand. "How does it feel to give up
control?" He whispers into her ear as two fingers slip between the slick
walls of her pussy. He slowly pumps them in and out as she squirms and
grinds, begging him to go faster and deeper. He stops suddenly as she
groans. "SONNY!"

"Shh." He whispers. "Be a good girl and hop up on my desk, spread your
legs wife for me, Antonia." He frees her hands as she stands
motionlessly for a moment, coming down from the high he had her on. He
takes her by the hand and swats her backside firmly as he whispers into
her ear. "Up on the desk, my beauty."

She quickly makes her way up onto his oak desk, surprised to find it
cleared with the exception of a folder that she slides off, allowing it
to hit the floor. She parts her legs, so that they dangle off either
side, spreading her wide, her sex on display for his hungry, roving
eyes. He smiles in appreciation. "Very nice." He walks over to his
closet and selects five ties, crossing the room, he quickly fastens the
first time around her right wrist and then ties the other end to a hook
in the wall. He does the same with her other wrist as her eyes bore into
him, with fascination. He's never done this before, but he can't resist.
She is practically begging to be controlled, how can he deny either of
them the fantasy they both desire?

He makes little time of tying her feet to the handles on the desk
drawers, once she is effectively in place, he places a kiss on her cheek
and whispers into her ear. "Tell me if you want me to stop."

"You haven't even started yet." She replies as she slips the black tie
over her eyes, tying it behind her head. His finger tips dance over her
body as he begins to stroke her slowly, his hands gliding over her as
one would pet a kitten. When she begins to practically hump the air, he
feels a smile tug at his lips. Kneeling before her, he spreads the lips
to her sex, exposing her completely to him. She bites down on her bottom
lip as his tongue snakes out and laps hungrily at her wet pussy, dipping
into her honeyed sex. The strokes are slow, just as the strokes to her
skin were. He is truly a patient man. When he begins to flick the tip of
his tongue in a circular motion over her hard clit, she tugs on her
bonds, and arches her back, the sheer visual enough to make his already
hard erection nearly painful.

Again and again he laps at the tiny nub, slowly coaxing her to near
orgasm and then pulling away, satisfied to hear her call out his name as
he turns his attention to sucking on her tits. This torment continues
until she begins to beg. "Please." She whispers.

"Yes?" He asks as he pulls away from sex.

"Make love to me." She says softly. "I need you inside me."

"Do you?" He whispers into her ear. "I'm not so sure. You wanted things
slow, remember?"

"Sonny, please, I need you to fuck me." She whimpers, shocked that he
has broken her will to remain silent.

"I believe you now." He whispers as he unfastens the bonds, leaving the
blind fold on. He ties her hands behind her back before helping her off
the desk and pushing her to her knees infront of him. "Undress me." He
instructs.

"I can't see." She says. "You have my hands tied."

"I'm aware of them. Be creative." He chuckles. She finds his zippers and
slowly tugs it down with her teeth as he unbuckles his belt, he assists
her by removing his pants and boxers, positioning his cock at her lips,
he smiles as she quickly takes him between her full red lips and begins
to suck on the tip of his cock with such intensity he steadies himself
by grasping on to her soft hair. He slowly pushes himself deeper into
her mouth as she takes him, inch by inch. Her soft, wet lips move up and
down over his shaft as her tongue teases the tip. After a few minutes of
her wonderful treatment, he pulls out of her and unties her hands. He
removes the blind fold and pulls her over to the bed, easing her on to
the bed as  he climbs on top of her.

Her nails makes trails down his back as she wraps her legs around his
waist, shoving her hips at him to take him deep into her tight sex. He
pounds his cock into her fast and hard as he presses his lips against
hers, exchanging hard, rough kisses as he works his member in and out of
her soaping wet mound. She sways her hips from side to side, breaking
the kiss, she begins to scream and moan as she becomes closer to orgasm.
Sonny nibbles on her neck, leaving his own mark as he takes in the sound
of her passionate cries. No other woman has ever been so vocal during
their lovemaking. A few final thrusts drive them both over the edge as
she cries out his name as he explodes inside her. He cringes as he
realizes that in the heat of the moment, he'd forgotten to use
protection. He silently chastises himself as she pulls him in closer,
covering his face with kisses as she runs her fingers through his dark
hair.

She smiles into the curve of his neck as she feels him relax in her
arms. It has been nearly a year since her last lover, and he didn't even
rate a mention after making love with Sonny. She can't believe that the
man she makes jokes about over coffee with Ricardo is the same
controlling, passionate lover that she has just went over the edge with.
No man has broken her control before and she has to admit, it feels
good. Perhaps this will be an even exchange, she will slowly take
control of everything outside of the bedroom and he can have his way
inside it.