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Temper Tantrum

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Length: 23 pages21 minutes

Summary

This book contains Very Naughty Erotica themes of Lesbian BDSM, FF, Bondage, Punishment, Domination and Submission, as well as the use of BDSM devices.

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“I quit! Get out of my life!” I screamed into my phone. "And don’t call me again, we’re done!" Throwing the phone to the floor. I plopped down on the sofa and wiped the tears welling up in my eyes. I’d been with Rebecca for seven months, and they had been the best seven months of my life. It was perfect from the first minute we had laid eyes on each other. But we were just so different!

I am of Creole stock and she was a white girl or woman more like it since she was 34.

She was rich, I was poor.

I was a nineteen year old virgin, scared of sex, she was thirty-four and craved constant sex.

I remember the first time I met her I thought she was really hot, the problem was that she was my boss! From the moment I was hired and each time I ran into her in the office, I melted from the burning lust I had kept buried, deep inside me.

I’ll never forget our first date. She looked gorgeous, elegant, could be the one word to describe her. She pulled up in a black Mercedes 500 S class which was chauffeur driven. I watched her from my window as she got out and walked up the steps to my door. She was stunning in every way. Dressed classy from head to toe in an Italian designer outfit which flattered every curve of her body. Her skirt hugging those luscious hips of hers and the hemline which highlighted those long legs which seemed to go on forever. All color coordinated which accentuated those beautiful baby blue eyes and flawless skin of hers. Intimidating is putting it lightly.

It didn't seem possible that two people so different could even be compatible, but it just all happened so naturally, like it was meant to be. Her only flaw was her fierce temper and dominating character. However, it was easy to overlook at first. She had movie star beauty, with thick black hair, and pale blue eyes that could make me wet from just sitting across the room. Plus the sex was incredible!

She also had an unusual fear of commitment and a rampant sex drive.

Rebecca knew exactly why I was upset, but she wouldn’t even admit it.

It had all started with a fight, nothing new lately, since I knew she was fighting her feelings for me and what was worse she knew I was aware of it. She was Rebecca Faberge after all, billionaire businesswoman, and wild. Both sexes absolutely adored her and temptations abounded. But I was determined to change that!

We had spent many unforgettable nights in that bed together, endless hours of sex, feasting on me, adoring each other's bodies.

I knew she had craved me. I had her, and from the tone of her voice I knew I had her, she knew it too. That was what was so frustrating! Damn it! Why couldn’t she just change? Couldn’t she see that we were meant to be.

That’s why I knew I had to be driving her crazy. I had some kind of control over her, and she was furious! Her brain trying to rationalize how she could have lost control of her emotions. My grandmother was a Haitian witch doctor and I had cast a spell on her.

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