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I do as he says, my cheeks warm from the slight embarrassment this brings, but my pussy is wet from how the “wrongness” makes me feel. I realize it’s notwrong, it’s just atypical, and regardless of who may not understand, we’re both consenting adults. If being treated like this makes me feel good, then nothing else matters.
I lift my head a little higher. If I’m going to do this, I’m going to be fucking great at it. I slow down my pace, teasing him with the sway of my hips. When I glance over my shoulder and find him completely mesmerized by my body and what I’m doing, his palm running over his clothed erection, my confidence soars.
My body moving in this way has affected him. He isn’t the only one with power.
When I get to the living room, I stop on the cream-colored rug in front of the fireplace.
Vicente walks past me, his hand petting the top of my head as he makes his way to the chair in front of me. With two fingers, he gestures for me to go to him.
He watches with his legs spread, leaning back into the cushion as I slowly and confidently crawl to his feet.
Leaning forward, he says, “Rest on your knees, but keep them apart.”
I do as he says and he instantly reaches down, his fingers sliding into the warmth and wetness of my pussy. His digits spread me open before they dip inside my entrance, finding an ocean of desire. I moan, biting into my lip as he touches me.
“I love how much you enjoy being my little plaything. You don’t even require me to touch you to get you wet.”
“Please,” I beg, beginning to grind onto his hand.
“Please what,princesa?”
“I need you inside me. I want you to fuck me hard and rough. I want you to hurt me and make me come. I want it all.”
He gives me a proud smile. “Look at you. So confident in telling me what you want.”
“Please,” I say again, pleading with my eyes.
“And so polite. What a good girl.” He sits back in the chair, eyes dark and gleaming with sinful thoughts. “Now go downstairs so I can treat you like a bad one.”
I get to my feet, trying to conceal my excited smile, then I rush downstairs and wait for him.
Vicente
ChapterTwenty-Three
Ihave her wait fifteen minutes while I make myself a drink, finish the entire thing, and then make another.
When I get downstairs, I find her on her knees with my tie still dangling between her tits. It’s a beautiful sight. Her eyes find mine and this time they hold no anger or frustration at being made to wait. All I see is overwhelming desire.
I come to a stop in front of her. “Want a drink?”
She hesitates briefly before nodding once. “Yes.”
I take a sip and then bend over and pull her bottom lip down, releasing the whiskey into her mouth. She swallows it down, her lips pursing and eyes squinting as the liquid likely leaves a burning trail down her throat.
“Thank you,” she replies softly.
I grin, caressing her cheek. “You’re welcome.”
I put my drink down and begin to undress. Her eyes stay focused on the tattoo on my chest, only briefly flickering up to meet my gaze. It isn’t until I’m naked from the waist down that her eyes find something else to study. My dirty girl.
“Get on the bed.”
She listens, settling in on her back, and bending her left leg as she places her hands above her head, connecting them at the wrists. A fucking temptress.
“Like this?” she asks, knowing exactly what she’s doing.
I get on the bed and spread her legs, crawling between them until I hover over her, my nose nearly touching hers. “Yes, just like that.”
