Chapter 7: Theodore Santiago

Theodore Santiago walked confidently into his company, hands in his pockets and head held high. As he passed by, some women fainted, while others stared with their mouths open, unable to contain their admiration. He barely acknowledged their reactions, having grown accustomed to the effect he had on women.

Theodore was well aware of his allure. As both a CEO and a mafia boss, he knew he was an attractive catch, and he didn't mind breaking hearts along the way. Women flocked to him like moths to a flame, and he saw no reason to change his ways. Even models begged for his attention, and he gladly obliged, never staying with one woman for long.

To him, variety was essential. He had no interest in repeat encounters; once he slept with someone, that was it. He couldn't understand why anyone would want the same experience twice when there were so many new ones to explore. His size and prowess often left a lasting impression, making his partners' bodies crave his touch again, though he never returned.

Virgins were out of the question for Theodore. The emotional attachment that would follow was something he wanted no part of, preferring to avoid the complications that came with their inexperience.

Upon reaching his office, his secretary stood ready by the door. "Good morning, sir," she greeted, eyes downcast.

Theodore had noticed her appealing figure and felt a strong desire for her. Despite his usual policy of keeping things professional with employees, his resolve was weakening. He craved her.

He stepped inside and sat down, sighing heavily. Balancing his dual roles was exhausting. "Lock the door," he commanded with his eyes closed. When he heard no movement, he looked up to see her confused expression. Raising an eyebrow, he waited until she nervously complied.

"Take off your clothes and get on the bed," he said emotionlessly.

"I... I don't understand, sir," she stammered.

"What do you think I mean? I want to have sex with you," he replied, irritation creeping into his voice.

"But you said you would keep things strictly professional," she pleaded, tears welling up. "Please, don't do this to me."

Theodore loathed tears, but his desire overrode his annoyance. "If I have to repeat myself, my guards will strip you, and they will watch us. Do you want that?" he threatened.

Shaking with fear, she slowly undressed and lay on the bed, still whimpering. Theodore's patience wore thin. "Stop whimpering before I do something you'll regret," he barked, silencing her immediately.

He removed his trousers and joined her. "You're not a virgin, right?" he asked as he undressed.

"No," she whispered.

He kissed her body, trailing his lips down to her buttocks. She was undeniably beautiful. He played with her clit before moving to her breasts, licking and biting her nipples until she moaned. Her initial resistance melted away, replaced by reluctant pleasure.

Smiling at her response, he continued, fingering her until she climaxed. Satisfied, he put on a condom and penetrated her roughly. She bounced beneath him, and his pace quickened. Sucking her nipples and gripping her tightly, he reached his first release.

Theodore flipped her over, preparing for round two. "You know what to do. It's doggy," he instructed.

"I... I don't like doggy," she protested.

"Are you going to listen or not?" he snapped.

"I'll listen," she conceded, positioning herself on all fours. He grabbed her hips and entered her, her scream echoing in the office. He suppressed the urge to harm her, channeling his anger into his thrusts. Her whimpers turned to moans, a sound he enjoyed.

He came again, finally feeling satisfied. "We should do this more often," she suggested, biting her lip seductively.

"You know I don't do repeats. Get dressed and leave," he said coldly.

"So this means nothing to you?" she asked, tears forming again.

"Are you just realizing that? I only have sex without feelings. If you say one more word, you'll regret it," he warned.

Terrified, she dressed quickly and fled. Theodore donned his trousers and sat at his desk, ready to start the day. He hadn't been working long when Bianca called.

Bianca Clinton was a model he'd spent a night with, now wanting more. He'd agreed to a public relationship with no sex, only intense foreplay.

"Good morning! How's my sweetheart?" she chirped when he answered.

"Fine. Did you sleep well?" he replied, eyes on his work.

"No, I missed you. Come over, please?" she begged.

"Fine. I have no choice," he said, rolling his eyes.

"Close your eyes and open them, and you'll see me," she teased before hanging up.

Having just had sex, Theodore was ready for some foreplay.

Bianca licked her lips in excitement after ending the call with Theodore. She still couldn't believe she was dating the most handsome and powerful man in America. As one of the top models, their relationship wasn't entirely shocking, but the jealousy it sparked among her peers was intense. Many had tried to sabotage her, but Theodore always swooped in to save her.

What they didn't know was the strange dynamic of their relationship. She wasn't allowed to be truly intimate with him. It was a strange arrangement, and she often questioned what kind of relationship it was.

Theodore had told her to close her eyes and imagine him there, but she knew it would take some time for him to arrive. She decided to wait patiently. In less than ten minutes, she heard a car pull up. He was fast.

"Baby!" she exclaimed, meeting him at the doorway.

"Darling!" he replied with a smile.

"I've missed you so much," she said, pulling him into a hug.

"Yeah, I know. Now, can you let go?" he asked gently.

"Sorry," she mumbled, smiling sheepishly.

"Shall we get down to business?" he asked, more of a statement than a question.

"Yes, let's," she agreed, locking the door.

Theodore grabbed her waist and trailed kisses down her neck. He never kissed the women he slept with, claiming he didn't like the idea of sharing saliva. She found it strange, especially since he was so skilled in bed. She longed to taste his lips but knew it was a boundary he wouldn't cross.

He laid her gently on the couch and removed her short gown. Her nipples hardened instantly, making him smile. He sucked one hungrily while fondling the other, then switched, before sliding his fingers deep into her. She moaned loudly, the pleasure overwhelming her.

His fingers moved expertly, and she quickly climaxed, leaving her breathless. "I need you to give me a blow job," he groaned, sitting on another couch.

"Can't we just have sex instead?" she asked, pouting.

He glared at her, and she relented. Pulling down his boxers, his impressive size sprang free. She almost choked but continued, sucking him until he was about to cum. He pulled out, releasing on the floor, while she licked up every drop, winking seductively.

"Let's take a shower together," she suggested, dragging him upstairs without waiting for a response.

In the bathroom, she chose the shower over the tub, wanting to see his well-built physique more clearly. She turned on the water, letting it soak her before turning it off and picking up her soap. Theodore was doing the same, so she approached him.

"Wash my body, and I'll wash yours," she proposed, holding out her soap.

"Are you kidding me?" he asked, incredulous.

"No, I'm serious. Please, sweetheart," she pleaded, making a cute face.

"Fine, do as you please," he sighed, taking the soap.

She smiled and began washing his body. When she reached his groin, she caressed him instead of washing. "Bianca, what are you doing? We're supposed to be bathing," he started but groaned in pleasure as she continued.

"Let's enjoy our time together. You won't get intimate with me, so this is all I can do," she said, ignoring his protest.

The rest of the story was for another day.

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A week later, Brianna was excited to start her new job. The pay wasn't great, but she was glad to have work. She hoped to find a better job soon and quit this one. After dressing and applying light makeup, she felt confident and ready.

She locked her door and took a taxi to work, greeting her colleagues as she entered. Her office, assigned as the sales manager, was small but functional. She had grabbed a coffee on her way in and began working earnestly. She loved business, so the tasks felt manageable.

The morning passed smoothly. She sipped her coffee slowly, enjoying the work. "Should I get another coffee?" she wondered but decided against it. She didn't want to rely on coffee to work efficiently.

Hours flew by, and it was lunchtime. She sighed with relief, closed her laptop, and headed to the cafeteria. After a quick meal, she returned to her office, working a bit more before taking a nap.

A loud knock woke her. Startled, she quickly cleaned her eyes and opened her laptop. "Come in," she called, trying to look busy.

A young girl entered, placing files on her desk. "The CEO asked you to review these," she said.

"Alright, I will. Thank you," Brianna replied with a smile.

Could her first day get any worse? She sighed, diving back into work.