Her C.E.O

Chapter 19

She was tall with dark toffee colored skin and thick wavy black hair. She was dressed in smooth black pantsuit with a shiny black bustier rimmed in lace pushing up her luscious breasts. Jazz felt a creeping heat start at her neck for looking so brazenly as she shifted her gaze up. Her left eye was warm hazel while her right eye was a piercing blue as she smiled at Jazz, noticing her.

Cleo was talking to some celebrities when she noticed Jazz in the corner of her eye starting to back away from something, or someone. The woman that Jazz was staring at started to walk towards her like a panther stalking it prey.

"Well, well. Aren't you a mujer hermosa? Quiero llevarte a casa, mami." The woman came in front of Jazz, who backed up against a sculpture. 

Jazz took a Spanish class in high school and the best translator she had was Amber, unfortunately she wasn't there. Jazz looked into those multi colored eyes and did what Amber told her to do when she didn't understand.

She smiled politely and said, "Uhh, Si..Gracias." 

The woman let out a laugh, a deep beautiful sound.

"Si, ahh. So you agree, eh?" The woman smiled, showing straight pearly white teeth. Jazz thought she looked like a wolf that finally got it's prey.

"Amara, it's so good to see you." A stoic voice stated behind her. Jazz breathed a sigh of relief. Cleo came up to them sensing the building tension.

"Ahh Cleo! My beautiful amiga! I have missed you so!" The woman, Amara, turned to greet Cleo with a kiss on the cheek.

"I see you have met my woman, Jazmyn?" Cleo staking her claim. Amara's eyes widened.

"Ohh! You finally found someone! And a beautiful woman. I was going to take her home myself. Isn't that right, Bonita? You even agreed." Amara taunted with that cruel glint in her eyes. Jazz started to stutter.

"I'm sorry, I didn't really understand!" Jazz stammered, shaking her head negatively. Cleo narrowed her eyes at Jazz.

"Well, it seems it was a misunderstanding, Amara. She doesn't speak Spanish." Cleo stated smoothly.

"Oh, really. Well.." Amara stepped closer to Jazz and bent down so she was at the level with her ear.

 "Hmmm..I wonder..How did her dick taste, Bonita? I can also give you a mouthful." She stepped back to watch Jazz's expression. Jazz felt her eyes widen at the crude comment. She looked into the challenging gaze of Amara, who was smiling.

"That's not appropriate, Ms..." Jazz paused, noticing she didn't know this woman's name.

"Amara Trujillo-Sanchez." Amara introduced herself.

"Yes, Ms. Trujillo-Sanchez." Jazz stated.

"Do not mind Amara, Jazmyn. She is completely uncensored." Hearing the words that Amara said in her ear.

"I can see that." Jazz looked warily at the woman. She oozed sensuality and dark fantasies but there was a dangerous aura around her.

*She's dangerous.* Jazz concluded.

"Me and Cleo go way back, don't we amiga. We even had to out drive some cops back in the day." Amara whispered towards Jazz, grinning. Jazz thought back about how Cleo looked driving feeling from the cop car.

"Yeah, I could see that." Jazz grinned up at Cleo. Cleo's cold gaze warmed looking at her smile.

"That was a long time ago, Amara. You have bigger matters to deal with now don't you, not still running from the law." Cleo stated coldly looking at Amara.

"Hmph! They don't stand a chance anyway. I'm focused on my business, Cleo and I'm straight as an arrow." The mischievous glint in her eyes stated otherwise. Cleo let a small sigh pass her cherry red lips.

"What kind of business do you have?" Jazz questioned.

"I own the biggest imports of Tequila in Mexico and I'm head of an equally bigger business but that nots here nor there, Bonita. Look at that, they're starting the bids on the artwork." Amara nonchalantly nodded towards the stage where Mrs. WuHong walked towards the mic.

"Thank you all for coming tonight! We will start the bids on our very diverse amount of artworks that you see around you. 100% of the proceeds will go to Orphanages around the world." Mrs. WuHong explained and then started the bid on a huge obsidian sculpture in a very abstract pattern. The rest of the night followed smoothly.

Amara kissed the side of Cleo's cheek in farewell and turned to gather Jazz in a big hug, pressing her against her bustier.

As she went to kiss Jazz's cheek, Jazz whispered, "It tastes absolutely addicting." 

Amara tossed her head back with loud laugh. Jazz turned on her heel and followed Cleo, who was elegantly walking out the building.

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"Hmmm..yes. Red was perfect." Cleo admired her handiwork as she tossed her thick hair behind her shoulder. Silk blood red ropes bounded Jazz's arms behind her back in an intricate flow between her arms with tight knots going vertically down her arms. Another pair of silk red ropes wrapped around her thick thighs to spread her legs against a white satin comforter. Jazz panted with her cheek against the pillow. 

She was on her stomach as her long damp black curls was tossed over the black pillow, innocently dripping water on the white cover.

Cleo rubbed the inside of her pussy lips where another pair of ropes tugged tightly to keep her open. Those ropes were wrapped vertically on her body with them pulled tightly against her breasts. They're were small knots to rub against her nipples as Cleo maneuvered the ropes with a sharp tug.

"Hmmm. Now your ready for your punishment." Cleo smirked at she looked down at her hopeless little secretary.

"What, Mistress. What did I do?" Jazz panted against the long finger softly thrusting in her pussy.

"Why, Hitohana. You agreed to go to another Dom's home. With. Out. My. Permission." Cleo added another finger to roughly thrust in her wet pussy with her words. Jazz moaned at the harsh treatment.

"I'm sorry, Mistress! I didn't know! Please forgive me!" Jazz shouted as Cleo thrusting got rougher, forcing her to strain against the ropes holding her thighs open. Cleo pulled her hand out of her dripping cunt and loosened the ties holding her against the bed. 

She forced Jazz on her knees, making sure her ass was raised into the air and her thighs spread as far as she could go. Then she retied the silk ropes against the thick cherry-oak columns that stood around the king-sized bed. Jazz was completely opened as she felt a cool breeze touch her pussy. Apprehension and excitement thickened in her veins. 

She never felt so owned, so vulnerable.