EXTRACT FOR
Mulatto's Submission
(Mistress Daria)

"Leave Me Alone!" I screamed into my cell. "And don't fucking call me again, we're done!", throwing the phone to the floor. I plopped down on the sofa and checked the tears welling up in my eyes. I'd been with Christine for seven months, and they had been the best seven months of my life. It was perfect from the first minute we had laid eyes on each other. Of course, I had been a little nervous at first, we were just so different!



I am a mulatto, she was white.



She was rich, I was poor.



I was a nineteen year old virgin, scared of sex, she was twenty-nine and craved constant sex. 



I remember the first time my best friend Ron had set me up with her. William, Ron's newish boyfriend had a really hot friend that Ron said I just had too meet. Every time I met with him he seemed like a broken record talking about this chick. Only it seriously took months before we were even introduced. It did seem odd because she was William's best friend and I was Ron's. William had seemed to have been dragging his feet the entire time which I couldn't figure out. It was as if I wasn't good enough for this chick. Well fuck her, Billionaire or not.



I'll never forget the first time I laid eyes on her. Elegant, could be the one word to describe her. She pulled up in a black Mercedes 500 S class which was chauffeur driven. I watched her from my window as she got out and walked up the steps to my door. She was gorgeous in every way. Dressed classy from head to toe in an Italian designer outfit which flattered every curve of her body. Her skirt hugging those luscious hips of hers and the hemline which highlighted those long legs which seemed to go on forever. All color coordinated which accentuated those beautiful baby blue eyes and flawless skin of hers. And her shoes! I've never met a woman with such gorgeous pairs of shoes in my life. She seemed to always have the perfect pair for any occasion and never did seem to wear the same pair twice. Intimidating is putting it lightly.





It didn't seem possible that two people so different could even be compatible, but it just all happened so naturally, like it was meant to be. I had to admit the truth, she was the perfect girlfriend, despite Christine's fierce temper and dominating character. She had movie star beauty, with thick black hair, and pale blue eyes that could make me wet from just sitting across the room. Plus the sex was incredible!



No, out of this world! 



No, even better! There was just no word strong enough to describe it. She had only two flaws, her unusual fear of commitment and her rampant sex drive. 



Christine knew exactly why I was upset, but she wouldn't even admit it. 



It had all started with a fight, nothing new lately, since I knew she was fighting her feelings for me and what was worse she knew I was aware of it. She was Christine Faberge after all, billionaire debutante, and wild. Both men and women absolutely adored her. But she seemed to have no room for love in her life and I was determined to change that! 



Unlike the previous women in her life, I had stormed out after our fight. She was shocked to say the least, being used to docile women who did not fight back or storm out on her. So I guess she decided to go out with a few friends, get drunk and decided to bring two women back home with her. She needed to show me who was boss, who ran the show, she refused to loosen her finely tuned lifestyle for a crazy little thing called love.