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Happily.
I slowly rise to my feet before bowing to each of them respectfully. “Have a good day, mommy. Have a good day, dad.”
She waves me away, and he does nothing, but I’m all too happy to walk away.
I try to take a nap in vain. The ordeal at breakfast left me with a bad taste in my mouth. The urge I had to find answers quickly dried up, but as I toss and turn, my mind wanders back to everything that happened yesterday until I have no choice but to sit up and turn to my laptop. I type in every nuance of ‘what is a top?’ and in the end, I’m inundated with porn of the gay persuasion.
While I’ve done my fair share of porn watching in both the male/female and lesbian variety as I searched for my sexuality, I had never found a reason to look at two or more men together. And holy shit!
I turn my head on its side as I take in three men writhing together. It’s not the first threesome I’ve seen, so I wouldn’t be surprised to see some poor girl spitfired between two men, or God forbid, being stuffed in both holes. But to see two men stuffing one man’s hole?
How?
My curiosity gets the best of me, and I can’t help but play around back there. I'm surprised by how good it feels when I rub over that tight hole, but when I try to push inside, it hurts. Then, I noticed they were using some kind of lubricant, which I know I don’t have. I rack my brain and rush to my adjoining bathroom where I find two things that could possibly work. My cherry blossom lotion or my ginger-scented conditioner.
Would I rather my asshole smell like cherry blossoms or ginger?
I chuckle to myself because who fucking cares?
In the end, I settle on the lotion, figuring it can’t hurt to soften the skin, and hurry back to my bed.
The video is long over, but I don’t need it as my mind wanders to her. Imagining her lovely smile that’s actually turned toward me. I’d bet it would feel like the whole world was smiling down on me.
I gasp her name as I sink my index finger inside.
Good gracious I wasn’t expecting it to feel… I don’t know… good.
Ever so slowly, I feed that finger deeper, moving in and out, giving myself a thrill as my free hand moves under my baggy t-shirt. My nipples are already hard, aching, so when I palm one, pleasure sizzles through me straight to my clit.
“Oh, wow!”
Soon enough, my finger is thrusting faster in my back hole while I pinch and pull each nipple intermittently until I’m fucking myself back on my finger. I’m so close, but not quite… I move my hand from my sensitive nipples down my body, leaving a blazing trail. I shove two fingers into my sopping cunt before rubbing it briskly over my engorged clit.
“Oh fuck, Estrella! Yes, you feel so good. Don’t stop!” Everything speeds up as my happy ending comes barreling into me at warp speed. I throw my head back and cry out, “Yes! Estrella, yes!”
It’s the most powerful orgasm that leaves me quaking and shivering long after it’s over.
When I pull my finger free, I’m left feeling cold and bereft, my mind tortured with even more unanswered questions.
Chapter Eight
? Estrella ?
Ugh!
Today has been hell on wheels. I got pulled out of bed after barely laying my head on my pillow thanks to a bar fight at Abuela’s. It’s not like this is Eduardo’s first rodeo, but when the fight was between two women over a man, he wasn’t sure what to do. I can’t say that I blame him, considering we live in the heart of Texas and we’re Hispanic. Any little step out of line, and the cops are just looking for a reason.
I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been carded by ICE, and it just irks their very souls when I can easily prove my citizenship. Yeah, I was born here, and so were my Daddy and Abuela, so stick that in your pipe and smoke it!
Either way, we don’t need that kind of attention, so I rushed down from my flat above the bar to break it up. Fortunately, it didn’t take much more than my presence and a few words once I got between them.
I can’t help but chuckle as I recall the look on that little blonde’s face when she reared back to strike only to realize I was in front of her. Her face went from red and sweaty to pale as a ghost quicker than the snap of my fingers. And if the reason for that fear stemmed from my reputation as a Domme rather than a respectable fire Captain, then so be it.
I gave up keeping my secrets in this town a long ass time ago. I have nothing to be ashamed of. So what if I like tying people up? I’m not ashamed of enjoying sex with whomever, whenever I damn well please.
I have no shame. Honestly, I never have.
It’s a gift.
