A hissing lioness she's now my lover

In my late forties my company hired a young woman for the a/p pool on 16. As was the custom the supervisor brought her around to meet other members of the staff and she ran into me in the hall and introduced the girl to me. We had a short chit chat and she kept eye contact without blinking once.

Over time, months, I got to know her a little and I found myself infatuated. She was raised in Puerto Rico, her father was regular Army, and she had this thing about her. Every time we talked our eyes fought each other. I negotiate for a living and I am pretty good at keeping eye contact and forcing the other party to break eye contact. I could tell she didn't like losing.

I was invited, more or less, to a birthday celebration at a Mexican restaurant. Usually I pass, it's not good to be a party to the staff, it makes them uncomfortable. But this time I went, because of this girl. I cut her off, and sat her beside me at the table. Forced her to talk to me for the first time, other than hello and goodbye. I noticed her fine hands and her pretty face and hair, and she kept her legs together in a vice. My hand slipped and I put it on her thigh. She straightened up but didn't remove it.

It was a challenge under the table, just how far up her thigh I could get my hand. She fought my hand with both hands, but I am stronger and got my hand between her thighs, and forced her thighs open as I got my hand further and further up until I rested my hand against her **. She kept one hand on mine, using the other to take a sip of her drink, or take a bite, returning that hand back under the table to hold my wrist again.

After the dinner I offered to take her home. I didn't give her the choice of saying no and I walked her to my car, sat her in the seat and pulled the seat belt around her, making sure it crossed between her **. Once trapped in her seat I put one hand under her breast and kissed her. Her eyes fought me but she had surrendered. There was nothing she could do. Her fate was sealed and she knew it.

At her apartment I familiarized myself with the layout, I took off my coat and asked her for something to drink. The only thing she had was a beer and I grabbed her and kissed her in the kitchen. She tried, I'll give her that, she put both hands against my chest, but she didn't have any strength in her hands. I kissed her for a long time, and I got my hand under her ** cheek and pulled her to me.

She stood and let me unbutton her blouse and expose her ** and I let her unbutton my shirt. She stood still while I pulled her pants down, and held her at arm's length to see her in her glory before laying her down on the bed and having ** with her.

She is compliant about **, she doesn't say no, unless it's that time of the month. She is a decent cook and prepares me Puerto Rico meals and she has my beer in her fridge. She's the man upstairs' lover and it hasn't gone without notice from her fellow members of the staff. Gone are the eyes, now they are totally subservient. She's taught me a few words in Spanish, she calls herself my girlfriend and I guess I call her that when I'm having ** with her.