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Bound To Love You Domineering CEO

She was forced to accept a marriage proposal from a strange billionaire to pay her huge debt and to take back her inheritance left to him when her mother died. Nathan’s lawyer handed her the documents, including the marriage certificate. Things were moving much faster than she had imagined they would, and everything happening seemed too easy. Too good to be true - a voice in her mind cried out - Be careful! It’s a trap! If it was a trap, though, it was very cleverly hidden. Crystal contemplated the proposal for a moment before addressing Mike, his lawyer. “I only have two questions,” she said. “The first question is this: if I sign it, does it mean that I don’t need to pay my debt?” Mike: “Yes. And your second question...?” Crystal: “Okay, I haven’t reached the legal age for marriage yet, so even if I sign it, it won’t take effect. Is that right?” Nathan quickly raised his hand and said, “If I say that it is effective, no one will dare to say that it isn’t. Do you believe that?” “I suppose so,” Crystal admitted. She hesitated for a moment, and then she signed the marriage certificate. Months later, she asked for a divorce from him. He stared at her in silence, then he uttered, “Have I ever told you how much I love you?” “What does that have to do with our divorce?” Crystal asked. “I’m only asking because I care about you,” Nathan murmured. Suddenly, tears began to stream down Nathan’s face. “I’ll be happy if you say that you care about me,” Nathan continued. “Why must you torture me this way? Haven’t I done enough to prove my love for you?” She was stunned hearing his confession and words stuck on her throat. Nathan carried on with his little speech. He said, “I have died once, and the fear of death has no hold on me. But if you admit that you care for me, then I will live for you! So, please, love me once, and I will be at your disposal!”
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Chapter 4

Ms. Ford and Nathan were putting on their clothes when Crystal barged in, and Nathan raised his eyebrow questioningly. Before he could say anything, though, Crystal looked him in the eye and demanded to know if he was attracted to her. “Nathan,” she shouted, “are you fascinated with me? If that’s the case, I’m afraid that someone will be jealous.” She eyed Ms. Ford and then turned back to Nathan. “So, I suggest you make it clear.”

“Make what clear?” Nathan asked.

Crystal gasped, and then she said, “That you have long been infatuated with me and that we are in love with each other.”

Ms. Ford looked at Crystal incredulously and said, “What a joke! You and Nathan? Come on! As I remember, you attend our school as an accelerated student. Have you ever come of age? Look at your tits! Have you even hit puberty? I don’t think you deserve Nathan!” Crystal puffed out her handful-sized breasts with pride and said, “Excuse me for a moment, but I am Nathan’s type! What would he want with an old crone like you?”

As Ms. Ford flinched away from Crystal’s harsh words, Crystal walked over to Nathan. She took his hand, and when she pressed it against her pubic mound, he gasped. This was a fatal temptation, she knew, and a cruel test for a man with normal physical needs, but it was even more tempting for a man with a penchant for younger adolescent girls. As Crystal applied more pressure to Nathan’s hand, she moaned gently, and he turned to Ms. Ford and said, “Tiffany, I’m really crazy about Crystal, and she is more my type. You should go.”

Nathan’s surprising words made Crystal palpitate. She felt butterflies flitting about in her stomach, and her face turned red as her mons pubis warmed to his touch. Ms. Ford frowned and stamped her feet, and then she barged out the door, slamming it behind her. And the moment she was gone, Crystal pushed Nathan’s hand away from her moist sex. I want him-she admitted to herself - but I will not let him know it!

“I did you a big favor,” Crystal laughed. “How are you going to thank me?”

Crystal turned to leave, but Nathan wouldn’t allow it. He grabbed her wrist, twisted it painfully behind her back, and pressed her against the wall. Crystal struggled to get away, but there was no hope of escape. “Please, don’t,” she whined. “If you let me go now, I will introduce you to other girls at another time, and they will be like me, except they will be eager!”

Nathan leaned around Crystal with his free hand and put it back where Crystal had put it, only this time he slid it into her jeans so that the only thing between it and her wet core was her thin damp panties. And as he applied pressure, now directly to her clitoris, he whispered in her ear: “Other girls, you say? For a threesome...?”

“No!” Crystal cried in pleasure and frustration. “I could be a matchmaker for you!

“I could befriend girls my age and send them your way!”

Nathan twisted Crystal’s arm a little harder, and at the same time, he began to move the fingers of his other hand in slow circles, mixing pleasure and pain in equal measure. And one voice in Crystal’s mind screamed for him to stop, while another voice begged him to - NEVER STOP!

And then, without warning, Nathan ceased his ministrations and whispered into her ear: “And what kind of girls do you think I would like?”

Rather than reply, Crystal threw her head backward, and there was an aggressive THUD as the back of her head connected with his forehead.

“Shit!” Nathan hissed. “You bitch!” But he didn’t let her go. And now I am really in for it! - Crystal realized, and she began to squirm harder than ever. Crystal wasn’t able to get away but to keep his hold on her, Nathan was forced to pull his hand out of her pants, and her senses were overwhelmed by the musky/sweet scent of her sex on his fingers as he used that hand to push her shoulder against the wall.

As she struggled, Nathan pressed his engorged member against her buttocks, and she could tell that the more she resisted, the more aroused he became, so she forced herself to go limp in his arms. Be still - she commanded her body - be passive.

Once Nathan realized what was going on, he released her shoulder and hooked his thumb into the waist of her jeans and the elastic in her panties so that he could push them down and force himself on her, but just as the jeans dropped past her ass and fell to the floor, the door opened, and someone gasped. And someone, a ghost-male, said, “Geez... You... You dirty man! And with a student!!!!!!”

Nathan frowned and turned his head. “Get out!” he shouted.

The door closed quickly then, without Crystal knowing who the intruder had been. And as soon as they were gone, Nathan began to laugh. “You would think that after being interrupted once,” he said, “I would have thought to lock the door!”

After a second, Crystal took a deep breath and said, “Would you please let me go?”

“Yeah, why not?” Nathan replied. He let her go, and once she’d pulled up her pants and panties, she turned around to face him.

Nathan looked at Crystal seriously and said, “Just don’t try to tell me that you didn’t like that!” He was wearing the same grin, now, that he’d had on when she’d walked in on him fucking Ms. Ford. It was half Cheshire cat, half-shark. He winked and added, “This is just one of the benefits of being under a Guardianship Order!”

Crystal’s mouth dropped open, and she was struck dumb. She wanted to deny his claim over her, but she could not. After all, if he could drive her to such a state of arousal once, he could certainly do it again.

Crystal looked at the clock suddenly and realized that she was running late for her next class. She told him that she needed to go and why, and this time he let her go. As she turned to leave, though, Crystal glanced at Nathan’s white shirt to wear a strand of hair hung stubbornly to an amber button. She reached for the hair, held it in the air, and let it fall. “See you tonight,” she whispered seductively, in a tone pregnant with implications.

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