Paul stared at the door almost in disbelief at what or rather who was almost certainly on the other side of it. Laura was actually going to let him fuck her. This could be his best conquest ever. This hot headed, aggressive, wild woman had come to his room to be tamed. What would it be like? He felt himself rushing again as he got to the door as quickly as he could and and opened it and there she was, looking ever so slightly upwards into his eyes with her own stunning green ones. He saw exactly what he had hoped for, they were full of lust.

"Only once, and no one finds out?"

As confirmation Paul repeated himself for a third time that night, "Trust me," And lightning fast Laura was on him. She had the chest of his shirt bunched up in both of her fists and pushed him into the room as she began to kiss him. She was nothing like as strong as him of course but she had taken him by surprise and caught him off balance so he staggered back and his huge frame crashed into the wall as Laura kicked the door shut behind her.

This was what Paul had hoped for but he was still initially stunned both by the fact that it was happening at all and the ferocity with which Laura was almost attacking him and pinning him to the wall as her perfume filled his nostrils and her tongue entered his mouth. This kind of thing was what he liked most from a woman, it made it all the more satisfying to over power them and make them submit. Trish would try to fight him but it was obvious that she was only doing it to try to please him. Contrary to that Laura had the natural fire in her, that was what was most attractive about her. Fire or not she was not going to get the best of him.

With the initial few moments of surprise now behind him and Laura still holding the front of his shirt and kissing him almost aggressively Paul considered this to be his time to take charge. With aggression of his own he ripped Laura's hands off the front of his shirt and shoved her almost viciously across the width of the entrance to the hotel room and into the opposite wall as he ordered, "Get that fucking jacket off."

As it was all she had Laura was still wearing her black business suit and very dark blue blouse but if Paul had anything to do with it she would not be wearing them for long. He felt himself hardening as Laura obeyed his order, partly due to that and partly due to coming closer to seeing the breasts that he had thought about so many times. The jacket was removed and thrown into the room, landing near the foot of the bed as Paul took a step across to Laura and began to very roughly open her blouse.

"Careful. This is all I have."

"Do it yourself then," Paul ordered gruffly and again his order was obeyed, this time more slowly and now Laura was standing in front of him in only her pants, the angel necklace and a white bra that made her dark skin tone stand out even more. "Now that. I want to see those tits."

Laura now appeared to realise that Paul was getting off on ordering her. "Fuck you," she breathed and yanked him to her by the front of his shirt again and resumed kissing him. Paul could tell by her breathing and the small involuntary moan that escaped her that she was burning just as hot for this as he was but he was determined to see those tits so did the job of removing the bra himself as he made sure that Laura could not resist by holding her tightly to him with one arm wrapped around her. He was taking control of her and already it was driving him wild.

When the bra disappeared in the same direction as the jacket Paul shoved Laura into the wall again so that he could finally see what he wanted to see. "Fucking beautiful," he almost moaned as Laura glared at him. As he had hoped she did not like to be taken charge of. This was going to be the best fuck of his life.

Again Laura came off the wall but as she attempted to reassert herself Paul picked her up clean off her feet and almost hurled her onto the bed. With Trish he would immediately climb on top and drill her but he should have known that Laura would not be that easy and she would not given in to him. He was taken completely by surprise when after tearing off his pants and boxers he tried to climb on top of what was about to be his newest conquest but suddenly he felt Laura's hand clamp around his balls. Her grip was just tight enough to cause pain but not much of it as her other hand pushed him over onto his side and then onto his back.

It was something that had never happened before, just like that a woman was in control of him instead of the other way around. Laura's bare chest was right in front of him as her green eyes gleamed. She was on top of him and she had his balls in her hand, able to cause untold pain simply by clenching her fist.

She was clearly getting off on the control herself as she almost panted, "You like to be in charge Paul? Not of me. I'm your boss remember?" Paul was loving and hating this at the same time. It was a crazy turn on to fight the semi naked Laura but he knew what was coming next. "Tell me I'm your boss."

"Fuck you, bitch," Paul gasped out as his dick grew harder than he had ever felt it before. The pressure on his balls increased ever so slightly and Laura lowered her head closer to him, looking directly into his eyes. "Tell me."

There was only one option aside from unbearable pain. "You're the boss," he growled.

"Not good enough," Laura insisted, "I'm your boss."

"You're my boss." Paul said the words and saw the satisfaction in the eyes that were locked with his own. He hated it but then Laura made a mistake by releasing her grasp on his prized possessions. It was all the opening that Paul needed.

"You fucking bitch," he growled as he powered Laura off him and quickly tore open her pants and slipped two fingers inside her thong and into her incredible wetness. Now he was going to get what he wanted so badly. He knew that he had perfected how to touch a woman to send her over the edge, how to rub her clit just right with his thumb as his fingers worked their magic. When he was done with this Laura would be a quivering mess underneath him and would beg him to fuck her.

There was no attempt from Laura to resist him now, she was lying there and groaning quietly in pleasure but her eyes were clamped tightly shut. She knew what he wanted and she was going to deny him, or so she thought. Her breathing had quickened dramatically and she began to move with him as his touch began to bring her towards the peak of her pleasure and then faint moaning sounds that sounded as though she was attempting to stop them began to escape her. This was what he had been waiting for, any moment now.

At the first hint of a quiver from Laura and a slightly louder moan Paul abruptly stopped and withdrew his fingers. He knew that his timing had been perfect as Laura's eyes opened and grew wide as she almost panted, "Bastard." This was the moment. Paul got in position and placed a hand between Laura's pert breasts and pressed her down hard into the bed so that she could not move. Ideally he would have pinned her hands above her head but that was not possible with the way that she was lying so this would have to do. The key was what came next. Knowing that Laura was now desperate to come he allowed his rock hard length to touch the inside of her thigh and then her lips as he looked into the wide eyes and demanded, "If you want it you can fucking ask for it."

"Fuck you," Laura gasped, defiant to the end.

"Beg for it you bitch."

"Fuck you." There was a lot less defiance now but she had closed her eyes.

"Open your eyes and beg and I'll fuck you like you've never been fucked before."

He could tell that part of Laura still wanted to defy him but a much larger part wanted him, needed him to fill her, to bring her to her climax. The brilliant green eyes opened and looked up him and he saw what he had craved for so long, Laura was at his mercy, he was totally dominant over her at this moment and she knew it. "Fuck me. Please."

It was hardly begging but Paul was ready to explode himself such was the rush from what he had just seen beneath him so he obeyed the request and slipped himself into the warmth that was waiting for him. He knew that it would not take much now for Laura to reach her peak and sure enough as he began grunting and roughly pounding her, still holding her down he felt her quivering and then saw her put her left fist, with the wedding ring on it, into her mouth and bite it as she attempted, only partially successfully, to keep her sounds of utmost pleasure from him as she came.

The aggressive, arrogant, supposed boss of him lay conquered underneath him and all that was left to do was add the final exclamation point. With a moan of utmost, indescribable satisfaction he unloaded himself into her over the course of two or three thrusts as she continued to gasp for breath beneath him.

He withdrew from her and almost collapsed onto the bed beside her. He had done it. Finally he had done it. He had fucked Laura, she had almost begged for it and they had both loved it. Life was perfect, it really was.

Wrong.

Less than a minute had gone by with Paul and Laura lying naked beside each other trying to recover their breath and their senses when they heard the hotel room door open and a female voice with a Canadian accent, "Paul, I'm sorry I walked out. We need to talk."

The door closed again as Laura hid beneath the blanket, as if that would help.