The King And His Forbidden Destines - S01 E13

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The King And His Forbidden Destines - S01 E13

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

"Whoever She Is, You chose wrong!"

On his way to work, she sends him a text 'Hi daddy, just wanted to make sure I had the right number!' With a smiley emoji along with a sexy nude of her getting into the shower.

He texts back "I'm sorry ma'am, you have the wrong number, but you can send more pics if you'd like!"

She responds "Don't play with me like that daddy, you scared me for a second. Lol'

Arriving at the office, all he can think about is her, her scent, her sweet voice, her voluptuous and curvaceous body, though clean he can still slightly smell the scent of her pussy on his lips, he's aroused just thinking about her, making it troublesome for him to focus on his work.

There is a knock on his door.

"Come in!" He says.

"Mr. King, good to see you this moming! hope all is well?"

Smiling and holding a coffee cup in her right hand and a vanilla folder under her left arm stands in the doorway, 23 years old, Isabella Ramirez a lovely petite, black and Spanish biracial Spanish woman with a soft oval face, and light brown skin. Her white ruffled blouse suppresses her full, firm breasts, and slightly revealing cleavage, not much just enough to cause one's curiosity to jog. Her blouse contrasts her long lustrous, curly, natural dark cinnamon hair and eyes.

"Yes, all is well Ms. Ramirez, thank you for asking." He looks up from his desk and is stunned upon laying his eyes on Isabella; he hadn't seen her so dressed up for work, ever. He quickly composes himself and fixes his roaming eyes. But not before she notices as their eyes lock for a brief moment before he looks away to search his desk

"Eh-hmm" he clears his throat. "Did you happen to see my files for my showing this afternoon?"

'Yes, in fact, I did," she responds. Her voice is raspy, warm, inviting, and pleasant, naturally sensual yet there is an innocence to her. She hands him over the vanilla folder. "When I noticed you were running late I filled them out myself, also I got you a coffee just the way you like it! She sets it on his desk. "You truly are incredible Isabella! I couldn't ask for a better assistant."

"Well thank you, Mr. King, it's my pleasure. If you fail, I fail, and we can't allow that'

"Well appreciate your hard work, that is for sure! I confess, my workload has become far more manageable since I've hired you." He announces in a professional tone. Trying not to look at her much, maintaining his eyes on his paperwork.

She watches him carefully, her eyes are fond of him. "Your suit looks great on you by the way." Trying to get his eyes back on her.

"Thank you, Macies had a nice sale last week" Trying to keep the conversation casual.

"Some lucky young lady she must be, to have the privilege of your attention?"

If not for his brown skin he would be as white as a ghost "Did tell anyone about Destinee?! Fuck! How does she know?" He plays it cool while still filling out the forms pretending to stay focused on his paperwork but listening attentively. "And what is that supposed to mean?" He asks kindly.

"Well, everyone's talking about it, no one around here has seen you this happy since we'll Claudia, although wasn't around when you two were together I myself haven't seen you this happy, also there's something different about you this morning?"

"That is?" He inquires

"Well for starters, you're never late, you're normally the first one here. Second, you're awkwardly distant with me, lastly... You're Not wearing your wedding band."

David stops dead in his tracks from writing, looks to his left hand. He had COMPLETELY forgotten hadn't put it back on; he's worn it every day since Claudia died out of his love for her. Yet, All of his lovemaking with Destinee has his thoughts scattered.

"Ms. Ramirez?"

"Yes." She answers anticipating what he'll say next.

He sits up straight, sets his forearms on his desk, and folds his hands.

"I think it's best if we keep our personal lives and professional lives separate. I hired you to help organize my workload, not my love life. If anyone has any questions about my life outside of work, tell them they can ask me personally and they'll receive the same answer, do make myself clear?"

Aggravated, and a bit hurt. She insists "So, 2 weeks ago?" She crosses her arms.

Yes? What about it?" Pretending to be clueless, knowing what she is about to ask but hoping she'd drop it.

"So I guess your tongue down my throat meant nothing to you then?"

She asks challengingly.

She can tell she caught his attention as his jaw clenches, his index and middle fingers of his right hand rhythmically tap on the glossy top of his heavy, rich-brown wooden desk like that of a horse galloping

"Ms. Ramirez, I think we both know we had a little too much to drink that evening!" He sharply objects.

"Oh, really is that all it was?!"

Yes, it was a mistake and it'll never happen again?"

You truly are a piece of work, you know that?" Her face is intense, her eyes inflamed in anger and affection.

He rolls his chair back from his desk, stands up, straightens out his suit jacket by its lapels, and strolls toward her slowly never losing intense eye contact with her, he now stands within a foot of her.

She slightly tilts her head to the side 'pinche pendejo (fucking asshole) do you think I'm afraid of you? I have 4 older brothers that'll whoop your ass if you lay a finger on me!" She tells him, loud enough to piss him off but quiet enough where others outside his office can't hear

Overshadowing her, he restricts himself in gentle, authoritative, yet noticeable anger. Their stare is locked as if they're in an intense wrestling match. Hands in his pockets, shoulders back, chest out "First of all, I'll whip all your brother's asses before my next appointment. Second, if I were you I'd be extremely, careful of what you say next because it could very damn well be your last in my office!"

The tension in the office hastily becomes heavy and electric.

Squinting her eyes, snapping her head back "Oh really?" She challenges, stepping up to him face to face.

Try me!" He retorts his deep voice rumbling in her ear as close as they are.

Staring in his chocolate eyes, she leans in as if she's going to kiss him, but rather she places her maroon lipstick covered lips to his ear and sensually whispers with an accent "How about this, you have no clue how long I've craved for you to bend me over this desk of yours and fuck this tight, virgin coochie. But now I see, you're just like the others. Whoever she is, you chose wrong, I promise! She slowly draws her head back from his, closely watching his perplexed and shocked expression.

He pulls himself together quickly, thinking to himself (two can play that game) removing his right hand from his pocket he looks into her eyes, gently brushes her curly cinnamon hair from her shoulder, behind her ear firmly, and graciously clutches the back of her neck with his large hands. Taken by surprise her arms fall limp to her side, enticed by his touch. He pulls her snug and tight into him close enough that she can feel his manhood through his pant leg, making her moist for him.

"David?" She gasps affectionately and blushes her dreamy eyes locked onto him.

"Shhh' He softly shushes her and romantically caresses the corner of her mouth with the thumb of his left hand then carefully wraps his arm around her waist making her feel secure. He shrouds her in the manliness of his strength and the warmth of his embrace.

She is thoroughly aroused and wet from the alluring fragrance of his cologne, she succumbs to the dominance of his gentle touch.

Her hands latch on to his sides embracing him, as he gently draws her head back with a fist full of hair exposing her neck causing her to lift her leg as the split in her skirt reveals her smooth thigh meat he tightly grips her thigh holding it up, her grip on him tightens.

She closes her eyes preparing for him to kiss her. He intimately nuzzles her neck "Yesss this is what I've wanted... she softly She closes her eyes preparing for him to kiss her. He intimately nuzzles her neck "Yesss this is what I've wanted... she softly moans from her quivering lips as she nervously trembles.

"Yeah? This is what you've wanted from me?" Sliding his hand on her thigh closer to her wetness.

"Sssss... Si papi (Yes daddy)" licking her lips.

He whispers in her ear in a deep sexy voice:

"Escucha atentamente, niria (listen to me closely, little girl) if you ever, speak to me like that again in my office, or if even get the FEELING that your thinking about my dick pleasing your sweet, little pussy, I'll have your sexy, beautiful, plump ass fired expeditiously for sexual harassment. Do I make myself clear?" He places his ear to her lips anticipating an answer.

She unexpectedly presses her luscious lips onto his ear, practically kissing it answers "Crystal, jefé (boss)!" in a defiant and mocking tone, the breath of her speech tingles down his ear to his neck, summoning a titillating sensation in him. She angrily bites her lip seeing that he managed to confuse her, tum her on and piss her off simultaneously

Irritated with him, she pushes herself out of his teasing grip, turns around, and walks towards the door, her heels click-clacking on the wooden floor. His eyes are helplessly captivated by her tight leather dark maroon skirt hugging her full ass.

"Isabella!" He calls her with an authoritarian voice.

She turns to him, her eyes watering.

"I meant what I said!"

"Si jefe (yes boss)" She scowls at him before she turns her back to him. Pausing before opening the door to gather her emotions and be strong, as if nothing had transpired and she walks out.

David leans back on his desk shaking his head trying to figure out what the hell is going on.