My New Boss in Madrid Was the Stranger from That Night

Renata was in her thirties and had the kind of air about her of a woman who laughs at herself before anyone else can. Soft curves, chestnut hair always a little mussed, a sly smile that covered a whole lot of insecurities. She kept a mental diary of her own screwups, like a Buenos Aires Bridget Jones, but with mate instead of vodka. She worked in social media in Buenos Aires and life had dealt her an even hand of blows: boyfriends who made promises and vanished, a borrowed apartment in Villa Crespo, and a family that interrogated her at every birthday about when she was finally going to settle down.

When a telecom company offered her a position as a network analyst in Madrid, she didn’t hesitate. Who was she going to miss? The neighbor took care of the cat, and her friends fit into a WhatsApp group. What had really seduced her about the job was not the salary in euros or the company car. It was the distance. Putting an ocean between herself and all the usual shitshow.

She arrived on Saturday morning, wrecked by jet lag, and moved into a corporate apartment in Salamanca. Two cute, practical rooms with a view of some gardens. Nice, damn. The work didn’t seem like much: monitoring the company’s mentions on social media and reporting on them. That night, so she wouldn’t be left staring at the ceiling, she went for a walk and ended up in a bar in Las Letras. She ordered a vermouth, because that was what you did there, and that was when she saw him.

His name was Adrián. Tall, broad-shouldered, three-day beard, and green eyes that looked at her as if they already knew how the night was going to end. They talked little, just enough.

—I’m Renata, just arrived from Argentina.

—Adrián, from here all my life. First night in Madrid?

They agreed the night called for more than a vermouth. They ended up at his place, a chalet on the outskirts, with a pool and that silence only money can buy.

As soon as she closed the door, Renata threw herself at him. He smelled like a man, like something warm and clean, and that made her legs go weak.

—I’m fucking dying for it, asshole —she whispered in his ear, nibbling his earlobe—. I haven’t fucked in months, just so you know.

Adrián lifted her without effort, carried her to the leather sofa, and dropped her onto it. He yanked her T-shirt off, ripped her bra away, and buried his face between her tits. He sucked one nipple, then the other, tugging at them with his teeth until Renata was writhing. He pulled her skirt and panties down together in one motion and spread her legs wide. He stared at her cunt for a second, mouth slightly open.

—You’re soaked, fuck.

—Come on, don’t make me wait.

—Easy —he said, with that accent that made her nervous in the best way—. We’ve got time.

He knelt between her thighs and ran his tongue all the way from bottom to top, slow, tasting her. Renata let out a long moan and grabbed his head with both hands. Adrián sucked her clit hungrily, tugged it lightly with his lips, slipped two fingers inside her and started moving them fast, searching for that spot deep inside. She came in less than two minutes, trembling, her heels dug into the leather of the sofa.

—Holy shit —she panted—, it’s been years since anyone did that to me like that.

He stood up, pushed his pants down, and showed her his cock, hard and thick, curving slightly upward. Renata licked her lips without even realizing it. She sat up, took it in both hands, and shoved it into her mouth to the back, gagging and all, coating it in saliva. She sucked his balls, licked his shaft, ran her tongue over the tip before swallowing it again. Adrián grabbed her hair in an improvised ponytail and started moving, fucking her mouth slowly at first, then harder, until tears ran from her eyes with the effort.

—Take it out —he said in a rough voice— or I’m going to come right now.

He yanked her up by the hair, laid her on her back on the sofa, hooked her legs over his shoulders, and shoved his cock into her all at once, deep, balls-deep. Renata dug her nails into the leather. He froze for a second, teeth clenched, and then started thrusting with a brutal rhythm, crashing pelvis to pelvis with a wet sound that filled the living room.

—Like that, like that, don’t stop —she begged.

He grabbed her by the hair, pulled her up, flipped her over, set her on all fours over the backrest, and went in from behind again, even deeper. He pulled her head back, bit her shoulder, and started moving hard, with sharp slaps to her ass that left her skin red. Renata moaned with her face pressed into the cushion, drool running from the corner of her mouth, while she rubbed her clit with her own hand.

—I’m coming again, I’m coming —she warned.

—Come on, go on, squeeze my cock.

She came with a muffled cry, clenching around him in spasms that shook her whole body. Adrián held on a few minutes longer, shifting her to straddle him, letting her ride him with her tits bouncing in his face while he sucked her nipples. When he was about to finish, he lifted her, put her on her knees on the floor, and came on her face and in her mouth, in long, thick ropes that landed on her cheek, on her lips, on her stretched-out tongue. Renata swallowed what she could, smiling, and licked the tip until the very last drop.

They ended up sprawled out, sweaty, she grinning ear to ear, her body still trembling. A perfect ending to a first night in a new city. Or so she thought.

***

Monday found her at the downtown office nervous and excited. Business suit, a neckline just barely suggested. They took her to her desk and she started reviewing the mentions panel. She was concentrating when a movement at the entrance caught her eye. Security straightened up:

—Good morning, Mr. Director.

Renata looked up and felt the blood freeze in her veins. It was Adrián. Impeccable suit, a man who owned the place in his stride. Her body was still feeling Saturday night, and all at once she understood who each mark belonged to. He saw her out of the corner of his eye, gave the smallest smile, and kept walking to his office.

Holy shit. He’s my boss.

She couldn’t concentrate all morning. Every notification reminded her of him. Around noon she got an internal email: “Meeting in my office. Adrián Vidal, Director of Operations.” She went in shaking, convinced they were going to fire her before she even got her first paycheck. Adrián locked the door.

—Renata. What a surprise. I wasn’t expecting to find you here.

—Me neither, che —she said, blushing—. I thought you were just some guy.

He came closer until he had her cornered against the wall.

—I’m not just some guy. And you left me wanting more.

He slid a hand under her skirt and touched her through her panties. Renata closed her eyes and parted her legs without thinking.

—You’re soaked —he murmured, moving the fabric aside and sinking two fingers into her cunt in one stroke.

—Ever since I saw you walk in —she panted, biting her lip so she wouldn’t scream.

Adrián worked his fingers inside her with surgical calm, thumb on her clit, while he covered her mouth with his other hand. Renata moaned against his palm, her hips moving on their own against his hand. He lifted her and sat her on the desk, swept the papers to the floor with one swipe, tore her panties off, and opened his pants. He showed her his cock already hard, spat on it once to slick it, and shoved it in all the way, to the hilt, drawing a muffled groan from her.

—Shut up, shut up —he whispered in her ear, his hand back over her mouth—, everyone can hear.

Renata nodded, eyes shining, and clung to the edges of the desk. Adrián started fucking her in silence, deep controlled thrusts, careful not to make noise, but without slowing down. He bit her neck, held her hips, and sped up, the desk barely bumping the wall. Renata rubbed her clit with two fingers while he was inside her, and within minutes she came around him, biting his palm to smother the cry. Adrián followed a couple of minutes longer, pulling out and pushing back in until he came inside her with his forehead pressed to her shoulder and a low groan only she heard.

They straightened their clothes without speaking, she with semen still dripping down her thighs and nowhere to clean it up. Before opening the door, Adrián fixed her shirt collar with a calm that rattled her more than everything else.

***

From then on, it became a dangerous habit. The “meetings” multiplied. One afternoon, in the elevator, he pressed the button for an empty floor, hiked her skirt up against the mirror, and pulled her panties down to her knees. He shoved his cock into her from behind within seconds, the two of them watching themselves in the reflection while the elevator descended slowly between floors.

—You like danger, huh? —he said, his mouth at her nape, thrusting hard.

—I love it —she answered, breathless, her tits flattened against the cold mirror.

She managed to come just before the elevator stopped again. He pulled out, adjusted himself quickly, and the doors opened onto the empty basement as if nothing had happened.

Another night he invited her back to the chalet. This time he took his time. He undressed her slowly, laid her on her back, and tied her wrists to the headboard with two silk ties. He spread her legs and tied them too, one to each corner of the bed. He left her like that, exposed, her cunt open and shining, and sat at the edge watching her.

—You’re a work of art, Renata.

—Cut the bullshit and do something.

He started with her mouth, kissing her long and slow. He moved down to her neck, her tits, lingering on each nipple until they were hard as stones. He licked her navel, the inner part of her thighs, everything except where she needed him. Renata pulled against the ties, desperate.

—Please —she finally begged—. Eat me out, fuck me, something, I can’t take it anymore.

Only then did he bury his face in her cunt. He licked her slowly at first, long strokes that drew out sharp moans, and then he went after her clit, sucking on it hungrily while he slid three fingers into her and curled his fingertips against her G-spot. Renata came screaming, shaking the whole bed, tugging at the restraints until her wrists were marked.

He climbed on top of her, penetrated her slowly at first, then faster, interspersing it with slaps to the inner thigh that made her howl. With her legs open and tied she couldn’t close them, couldn’t stop him, couldn’t do anything but take him.

—Tell me you’re mine.

—I’m yours —she panted—. Do whatever you want with me.

He untied one leg, then the other, turned her over as best he could with her hands still tied, and took her from behind, her ass in the air. He spat between her cheeks and ran his thumb over her hole, pressing just lightly.

—Can I? —he asked, voice rough.

—Slowly —she answered—, I’ve never done that before.

He prepared her with his tongue and fingers for a long time until her hole loosened and she started moving her ass against his face, asking for more. Only then did he slide his cock in, very slowly, millimeter by millimeter, attentive to every breath. When he was all the way inside, he stayed still, letting her get used to it. Then he started moving, gently, while with his other hand he searched for her clit. Renata moaned a new mixture, part pain, part pleasure, unable to name it. The pain mixed with the pleasure and she no longer knew where one ended and the other began. She came like that, with his cock in her ass and his fingers in her cunt, biting the pillow. Adrián came behind her, inside, pressing her to his chest.

They ended up wrapped in each other’s arms, she still tied up, laughing at something neither of them said out loud.

***

But it wasn’t just sex, and that was what scared her. Adrián started giving her important projects, naming her in meetings, pushing her upward. And Renata cared very little about the promotion. What had attracted her to the job was precisely the distance, not getting tangled up in trouble again.

One night, at a lookout over the city, after Madrid’s lights had slowly turned on beneath their feet, she said it to him straight.

—Don’t make those moves at work. I’m fine like this. I don’t need you promoting me.

Adrián looked at her for a long moment before answering.

—Ever since you’ve been handling social media, the company’s conflict level has dropped like a stone. To me, you’re a matter of skin, Renata. But for the company you’re an asset, and that’s what the whole board thinks, not just me.

She couldn’t tell whether to feel flattered or trapped. She chose, for that night, not to decide anything.

***

At a conference in Valencia, they slipped away to the beach at dawn. Under the moon, on the cold sand, he tore off her dress and panties and spread her legs with the waves licking at their feet. He ate her pussy right there, the salt of the sea mixing with her taste, until she came for the first time arched against the sand.

—Look at the stars —he murmured in her ear, already on top of her, entering her slowly.

—Shut up and keep going —she replied, laughing and digging her heels into his ass so he’d push harder.

He took her from the front first, deep, his weight on top of her, his mouth on her neck. Then he made her turn and lay on his back in the sand so she could set the pace on top. Renata sat on his cock, settled it inside her, and started moving slowly, enjoying control for once. She touched her tits, pinched her nipples, rubbed her clit against his pelvis with every descent. Adrián grabbed her hips and looked up at her from below, mouth open.

—Ride me, come on, don’t stop.

She sped up, hair falling into her face, tits bouncing, breath cut short. Control slipped away from her quickly and she came with her face buried in his neck, biting him, while he grabbed her ass hard and came inside with a long groan that blended with the sound of the waves.

The relationship got more complicated when she started feeling something bigger than desire. After a time in the office bathroom, with her still sitting on the sink, legs open and semen dripping from her, breath still ragged, she let out the question that had been circling her.

—What if they find out?

Adrián kissed her on the forehead.

—I don’t care. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.

That night, in her Salamanca apartment, Renata thought about her former life, about the mental diary she’d carried over from Buenos Aires. I’m like Bridget Jones, but with a boss who wrecks me instead of a notebook full of complaints. And for the first time in years, the idea of staying didn’t scare her.

***

Months later, at a company party, Adrián introduced her in front of everyone as his “rising star.” Nobody suspected anything, or everyone pretended not to. That night, back home, he took her in the kitchen, on the counter, with the same urgency as the first time and something new on top of it: tenderness. He lifted her dress, moved her panties aside, and slid into her while looking her in the eyes, thrusting slowly, kissing her between moan after moan. Renata wrapped her legs around him and let him fuck her like that, almost with love, until they both came together for the first time.

—Stay —he told her afterward, both of them staring at the ceiling.

—I already stayed, asshole —she answered.

The story went on, of course, but it’s best to close the door right here. Some endings are better left unspied on. All that’s known is that an Argentine who recently passed through Madrid swears he saw Renata in a park, holding hands with a guy with a contagious smile, pushing a stroller. And that she, for once, didn’t seem to be writing anything in any diary.