Expert Persuasion

DIABLO

It’s Tuesday, two damn days since Emma stormed out of my office. Two long, agonizing days. How can one woman be so infuriating?

Now, I’m just angry, not furious anymore. If I’d seen Emma yesterday, she wouldn’t be walking today. Hell, her punishment would’ve been so severe she wouldn’t have been able to walk for ~days~.

I can’t figure out what pisses me off more, the fact that she disrespected me…or that her defiance turns me on.

The truth is, I still want her. I want her like I’ve never wanted another woman. This drives me crazy. What is it about her? I’m drawn to her like a moth to a flame.

I’m supposed to be the most feared man in New York, but I’m pussy-whipped, and I haven’t even tasted that pussy yet.

I’ve had Luis call her a few times, but she’s declined every call. I know she’s still planning on leaving Monday.

Travis has been spending a lot of time with her best friend Carly, who luckily for me can’t keep a secret. Otherwise, I’d be in the dark.

It’s clear that if I want to make sure my baby love becomes mine, I’ll have to do something I never do, something I hate—but time is running out.

EMMA

I’m lying on my bed in just a T-shirt and thong, busy planning my trip for the training that Dean has arranged for me.

I’ve decided that I’ll still do the training even though it’s pointless under the circumstances.

But Dean pulled a lot of strings to help me with this, and I’m not one to back down from something once I’ve set my sights on it.

As usual, I plan everything down to the last detail. I’m driving poor Dean crazy with all the specifics. He’s probably already regretting his offer to help. I can’t help but chuckle to myself.

Carly has been so busy with Travis these past few days. He comes over every night and stays till morning. Luis has been calling me almost nonstop, but I keep declining the calls.

I know he’s only calling because of Diablo.

It’s almost four in the afternoon when the doorbell rings.

~Urghh~.

No one knows I’m at home. Carly and Travis went out, and I’m alone in the condo.

I’m not in the mood for company, even the guys, so I just ignore the persistent ringing of the doorbell. After a while, it stops, and I go back to my planning, lost in thought.

“Well, aren’t you a sight for sore eyes, baby love?” I hear Diablo’s deep, husky voice from my bedroom doorway.

I look his way and see him leaning against the doorframe with his hands in his jeans pockets.

I’m not sure what shocks me more: the fact that Diablo is standing in my room, or that he’s wearing black jeans with a green button-down shirt that brings out the green of his eyes.

My mouth waters at the sight of him. He looks amazing.

~How did he get in?~

I remember that I didn’t lock the door. I need to start being more careful.

“What are you doing here, Diablo?” I stammer when I find my voice.

“I came to talk to you so we can finalize the terms of our business arrangement,” he says casually.

“We already established that there’s no business to finalize on Sunday after you so rudely dismissed me, remember,” I snap back, my voice dripping with venom. I’m still seething mad at him.

“Come now, baby love, don’t be like that. You need to relax and not take things so seriously.”

“Are you fucking kidding me, Diablo? We were discussing life-changing matters and now you want to act like I’m overreacting. Get the fuck out,” I yell at him.

He looks at me, unfazed by my outburst. He walks closer. I’m still on my bed, but I realize that I’m only wearing the T-shirt and a thong underneath with no bra. ~Fuck.~

He grabs my hand and pulls me up hard against his chest.

All of my senses go into overdrive. I see the green of his eyes, the slight upward pull of his smile. I smell his cologne, which I decide is my new favorite scent.

I notice his one hand is cupping my ass, pulling me even closer to his body. I instantly feel his erection through his jeans.

We stand there locked like this for what feels like forever before he whispers, “I want you, baby love. I promised you that you will be mine, no matter what.”

I back away from his body a little to look up into his face. He’s a lot taller than me, but I like it. I just continue to stare into his eyes. For a moment, I get lost in their depths, not saying anything.

He bends his head ever so slowly toward mine, his lips stop inches from mine and I gasp. I want to feel his lips on mine. After a long moment, he closes the gap between our lips.

~Holy shit, this is hot.~ His lips move expertly against mine, I open my mouth to grant his tongue access to my mouth, I feel like I’m drowning in the kiss. I’ve been kissed before but not like this.

This is raw passion. He continues to explore my mouth with his tongue, deepening the kiss even further. I softly bite his bottom lip and I hear him moan softly.

He moves his hand from my ass to the front of my thong while his other hand cups my breast.

This is pure torture. My thong is soaking wet. Even though I’m inexperienced, I know he’s playing my body like his favorite instrument—and I’m responding accordingly.

He continues drawing lines against my stomach before finally going down even further. He stops kissing me and gently lays me back on my bed.

He gets on top of me, wrapping my legs around him, and starts kissing me again.

I kiss him back with all the passion I possess. He unhooks my legs from his waist and I see my wetness has left a spot on his jeans. Blushing furiously, I turn my head to the side, not wanting to see his reaction.

His hands move along my jaw forcing me to look into the depths of his eyes, a grin forms on his kiss-swollen lips.

“Am I the first man to make you so wet, baby love?”

Before I can even react, he’s kissing me again, hard and with a sense of urgency. He starts tugging at the sides of my thong. I lift my hips to help him slide it off. I realize I don’t want him to stop.

I’m aching for his touch on my skin. He’s making me feel things I’ve never felt before. He breaks our kiss, looking into my eyes, while his hand moves to my wet pussy.

He begins to massage my clit and I let out a loud moan. The feel of his hands on my body is incredible.

He pauses, looks at me, and whispers that he wants me to show him how I pleasure myself. He wants to watch me. I just shake my head, no.

“Don’t be shy, sweetheart. I want to see how you do it.”

“I’ve never touched myself, and no one else has except you,” I whisper back. His eyes cloud over with a look I haven’t seen before.

“I fucking love that I’ll be your first, your first in everything sexual. You’ll be mine, forever,” he says in a husky voice. He continues to circle my clit, massaging it before finally replacing his fingers with his mouth.

I moan loudly. He continues to tease me with his mouth and tongue before pushing a finger inside me.

“Fuck, Diablo, it feels amazing!”

He briefly looks up at me before adding another finger.

“Tight, so fucking tight, sweetheart. Fuck, you’re going to be the end of me,” I barely hear the last part as pleasure builds inside me.

I feel something strange happening inside my body and I moan Diablo’s name. He picks up the pace with his fingers and mouth. He lifts his mouth from my clit and tells me to let go and cum for him.

His pace quickens and I feel my muscles starting to contract around his fingers. He places his thumb on my clit, massaging it with one hand while he uses two fingers from his other hand to pump in and out of me.

My muscles start to contract again, this time more intensely than before. He lets me ride out my orgasm before removing his fingers and putting them into his mouth.

“You taste magnificent,” he says, smiling down at me.

“What was that?” I ask.

“That, sweetheart, was your first two orgasms of many more to come.

“Now get dressed before I fuck you until you beg me to stop so we can finish our business discussion.”

He’s so cold, aloof, and distant. Did I do something wrong? Why doesn’t he want to have sex with me?

He said he wants to fuck me but he just stopped. I notice the huge bulge in his jeans but quickly look away before he catches me staring.

DIABLO

Fuck, fuck, fuck. I had to stop. I want to claim her as mine completely, but not like this. She’s a virgin, after all. The least I can do is make sure her first time is more special than the shit I pulled in her room.

I’m pacing up and down her living room waiting for her to emerge from her bedroom. Now that I’ve had a taste of her, I want more. I want all of her. She’s mine.

I turn around when she walks into the living room. She’s wearing the same T-shirt with black skinny jeans. Fuck, she’s stunning.

Her cheeks are still a bit red post-orgasm, making her look even more beautiful. I like that she’s oblivious to her natural beauty. She doesn’t need makeup.

What makes her more attractive is the fact that she doesn’t even realize she’s drop-dead gorgeous. She makes every man stand at attention when she enters a room without even noticing she has that effect on them.

EMMA

“So, the last meeting didn’t end well, did it, sweetheart?”

“No, Diablo. It was a disaster, to be honest.”

“Well, I thought about your conditions. Although I’ve never, and I mean never, agreed to any woman’s conditions, I’ll agree to yours. Like you said, what’s good for the goose is good for the gander.”

“Luis told you I said that, didn’t he?”

“Luis tells me everything, sweetheart. His loyalty to me has and will always be unwavering. Don’t ever forget that!

“We’ll have our date on Friday evening and your going-away party on Saturday. I expect you back in my bed exactly nine weeks from Monday. Do you understand?”

I just nod, unable to speak.

“I’ll brand you as mine then.”

“I thought I already am,” I stammered.

“Why, because I finger-fucked you?”

I just nod, and he has the audacity to laugh.

“Sweetheart, that’s not making you mine. That’s just to show you what’s to come. You’ll know on Friday night that you’re mine.

“No other man will ever dare touch you after that. No one else will ever compare. Do you understand me?”

His tone is harsh, aggressive even. I can’t seem to formulate a coherent sentence or say anything.

“If you think you’re speechless now, sweetheart, wait until Friday.”

“Get the contract ready. We’ll sign everything on Friday. We’ll have our night then, and make sure to plan your going-away for Saturday.”

He takes a credit card out of his jeans pocket and hands it to me. It has his name printed on it.

“Buy decent clothes for the weekend with all the accessories you might need. There’s no budget.

“Make sure you get on birth control immediately.

“I want you to wear a red dress on Friday and a yellow one on Saturday.”

“Don’t defy me on this. You’ll be punished if you do.”

“Yes, Diablo,” I whisper.

“You’re going to be such a good girl for me, Emma.”

“I’ll send Travis to fetch you at eight on Friday night. Don’t be late.”

With that, he turns around and leaves. No kiss, no goodbye, nothing. Just an empty room except for me standing like an idiot staring at the empty space Diablo occupied a minute ago.

~What the fuck just happened?~

After a while, I regain my composure and text Carly to tell her we need to go shopping tomorrow. She answers immediately with a “Yes!”

I retreat to my room, collapsing onto my bed and staring blankly at the ceiling. My phone vibrates, pulling me from my thoughts.

Unknown

This is my personal number. If you need me, call or text. Diablo

Emma

ok D.

Diablo

don’t call me D.

Emma

why not? You call me baby love.

Diablo

my name is Diablo NOT D I don’t like it.

Emma

ok D 😀

Diablo

for fuck’s sake, enjoy shopping and don’t get into any trouble or I will punish the fuck out of you and force you to be obedient.

I don’t respond. Instead, I let my mind wander back to the day’s events, replaying the interaction between Diablo and me. I can’t help but chuckle at the ridiculous nickname I’ve given him.

I know it’s going to stick, mainly because I’m certain it’ll get under his skin. As I drift off to sleep, a smile tugs at my lips. I find a strange satisfaction in knowing that he’s probably somewhere, irritated and thinking about me.