Voluptuously Yours,

Compellingly Provoking

Richard sat in his office, with the lights switched off.

He swiveled in his executive chair in the cold hearted gloom. Digging his heels on the carpet below, making the wheel castors roll back and forth.

His hand clenched the blue panties.

Dark primal thoughts overtook his mind. It was already the end of the week and still he couldn't shake his thoughts away from Dawn.

As the whole week passed, the tension between them only grew. His adamant self-centered nature resolved him to not talk to her but he couldn't stop thinking about her.

She called him by another man's name. Who the fuck was Rider? Was he also good looking as him? Did this Rider guy make Dawn come just like he did?

Things were becoming more complicated than ever. He started to drink more than usual and he focused less on his work and more on Dawn.

She had avoided him skillfully though they did manage to bump on the way. A brush of a shoulder was scalding. A touch of their pinkies meeting was torture.

He wanted to climb over her, slamming her on the ground and simply tasting the honey in between her legs. All the while his hands were occupied with those heavy tits and tweaking those nipples while she cried out as she came into his mouth.

Richard felt the fever of falling into a pit, the familiar signs not going unnoticed by him. Only the cause was different this time.

Last time he felt this way was thirty long years ago.

He was a late freshman attending the public college that deigned to take him in but did and the prosecution he faced by everyone driving him to a brink of insanity and finally losing himself over the edge.

At that point, he filled his emptiness with sweets and junk. Now, he burrowed himself in hard liquor.

He had promised himself never to feel that again. The Ouroboros was a reminder to him that he was self sufficient and he was beginning a renewal of life.

Rising from the ashes of his depression and mental instability, he had grown into the man he was today.

Rich, powerful like a strong wind. The flames on his shoulder were of his suffering and crucifixion.

Each tattoo engraved on him was a relic. A memorandum to his past, making him remember the man he used to be. The boy who got rejected and humiliated and is now leading the top most enterprise.

This new uprising addiction that was sparking was creating a new chasm.

He needed Dawn like air, water, fire and ether. Something which should have been over by now. This desire towards her should have finished.

But no, the stubborn woman wasn't willing to give in. How she made him chase for her! The audacity to make Richard go after her wasn't pleasing to him.

People followed Richard. Not the other way around. The fusion of anger, hate and arousal for the buxom Dawn was creating a new kind of hell for him.

The inscription which was written in ribbon-like bold Greyton script was there when the drive was instilled in him after his first success.

Richard Dante always goes after what he wants.

He did. He always did. When he wanted something so bad, he would even tear the face of the earth to acquire it.

Sifting his hand down through the blue fabric, he raised it to his nose. Breathing it in and it relaxed all his senses. Her faint scent of womanhood was like a supplement he needed every day.