Chapter 31
Chapter Thirty-One
Pablo
I’ve often thought of Flora as la reina—the queen.
From how she stood up to me from the start to how she’s handled each crisis thrown our way day after day.
But she’s always been the queen of my heart.
I knew it from the start, and I know it deep into my marrow.
Just like there will never be another woman for Papá, there will be no one but mi reina.
I lead Flora into the bedroom, our fingers entwined. I’m about to tell her to strip when she turns toward me and puts her hand on my chest.
“Daddy, I don’t want to move out. I want to stay.
Not out of necessity because I don’t feel safe.
Not because I haven’t found somewhere affordable yet.
It just feels pointless. I’ll want you over at my place every night if I move out.
I don’t want to be apart from you. I’ll only be hoping you invite me to stay here instead of sending me back to a lonely apartment. ”
“I was planning to talk you out of leaving, so this makes it much easier. If I’d had to, I would’ve tied you to the bed and refused to release you until you agreed to stay.”
“Can you tie me to the bed anyway?”
She waggles her eyebrows at me, and I pounce.
I fist my hand in her hair and make her head immobile.
I devour her, nipping at her bottom lip before thrusting my tongue into her mouth.
It twirls with hers as I unfasten her pants.
After what happened today, I’m grateful she didn’t wear a skirt like she has.
It was colder today than it has been, so she opted for them.
I couldn’t argue with her since I didn’t want her to be miserable.
I don’t want to imagine what might have happened if all any of those men had to do was flip a skirt out of the way.
“Such a good, chiquita.”
She hasn’t worn panties since we left Bogotá.
I love sliding my hand into her cunt whenever I want.
It’s why she’s worn dresses and skirts so much.
But if she had, and any of those men guessed she didn’t wear panties…
The thought makes me ill. I force myself to concentrate on the present rather than harp on what might’ve happened but didn’t.
“Only for you, Papí.”
I growl and pounce again. Hearing her call me that and Daddy fills me with immeasurable happiness. I never imagined it’d be my thing. Not even remotely. But I desire Flora’s trust as much as I do her love. It’s a sign she does. I pray I do nothing to ever lose her faith in me.
“Strip for me, little one.”
She obeys, her eyes averted. She dips her chin, but it’s not purely submissiveness. I can tell she doesn’t want me to see her smile. It’s fucking sexy as fuck.
When she’s naked, I point to the floor, and she kneels with her hands on her thighs.
I’m certain she’s waiting for me to unfasten my pants or command her to, but I have other ideas.
I go to the dresser drawer that has all our toys.
I withdraw a blindfold and return to her with it.
I fasten it over her eyes with a peck on the cheek.
“Don’t move, little one. I’m leaving the room, but I’ll be right back.”
“Sí, Papí.”
I leave the bedroom door open and hurry to the kitchen where I grab what I want.
I check over my shoulder, wondering if she can hear what I’m doing and figure out what I’m getting.
She’s attentive when I return, but I see her brow furrowed.
I don’t think she’s guessed. I grab a few more things from the drawer and set up what I have on the bedside table.
I return to Flora and help her to her feet before scooping her into my arms. She gasps and giggles as she wraps her arms around my neck.
I steal a kiss before placing her on the bed.
“Is there anything you don’t want?”
“You stopping. Daddy, can you hurry a little, please?”
I grab the flogger and bring it down over her belly’s silky skin.
“Who decides?”
“You, Daddy. But you did ask.”
“True, my cheeky chiquita.”
I pinch and twist her nipple before pulling.
I lean over her and suck the distended flesh.
I could do this all night. Her tits are perfection.
I push them together, alternating sides until she reaches to press my hands harder against her tits.
I pull away and slap each side. Her moan and how she arches until her shoulders are nearly off the bed tells me that was no punishment. I chuckle.
“Needy?”
“Muy, Papí.” Very, Daddy.
Fuck. That word.
I’m ready to beg her to fuck me.
I reach for a satin band I wrap around her wrists before lifting them over her head.
“Daddy, can we get a headboard you can attach me to?”
“Yes, chica. It’s going to come with a footboard I can attach you to as well. Do you want to order it tonight?”
“Sí, Papí.”
I appreciate how we can switch back and forth between English and Spanish so easily. We spoke mostly Spanish when we met, but since arriving in New York, Flora’s asked to speak only English. She wants to get back to feeling fluent since she only used it sporadically in Colombia.
I grab my next implement and attach a spreader to her ankles. I extend the bar nearly as far as it’ll go.
“Be a good girl and don’t move.”
My gaze lands on the labia weights I set on the bedside table. We haven’t used these yet. I’m nervous since Flora said she’s never worn them before, but she was insistent she wanted to try when we picked out more items last week. I can see she’s already wet, and I’m uncomfortably hard.
“If this hurts too much, safe word, Flora.”
I clamp the first weight. As soon as the prongs touch her skin, I shift my gaze to her face. Her expression doesn’t appear to change.
“How does that feel?”
“Different but not bad.”
“Can you handle the other side?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
I repeat my actions while I attach the second weight. They’re nowhere near as heavy as they could be. They’re the lightest ones we found since we’re experimenting. She also admitted she wasn’t eager to stretch out anything prematurely since she warned giving birth would change things.
When I’m certain she’s all right, I move on.
I know she hears me flick the lighter then smells the vanilla and jasmine candle.
I set it on the bedside table while I wait for wax to melt.
I pop an ice cube I collected from the kitchen in my mouth and settle onto the bed.
I let it cool my lips before pressing my mouth to her inner right thigh.
I use my tongue and teeth to guide the ice up her skin. When I reach her pussy, I tongue her clit. She shivers, then lifts her hips to me. Her warm skin and my mouth make the ice melt faster than I expected. I press what’s left into her cunt as I work my tongue in and out of her.
Her hands open and close, and I’m certain she wishes she had something to clutch.
Her moans remain soft, but they’re constant.
Her top teeth press into her lower lip. The temptation is too great once the ice is gone.
I rise from the bed, which elicits a whimper then a huff of annoyance.
I chuckle before using my teeth to tug her lip.
It’s just enough to make a point without hurting.
I check the candle and see there’s enough wax to begin.
I press a finger into it to check that it won’t harm Flora.
When I’m certain it won’t scald her, I trickle it between her tits down to her belly, which quivers.
I stop just before I reach her clit. She got a Brazilian as soon as we arrived and another three days ago.
She shaved while we were in Switzerland, but I know we both prefer this.
Her completely bare skin always calls to me since it’s easy to spy her clit.
I force my attention away from it now and back to her tits.
I grab an ice cube for her left breast, circling it where her skin darkens then over her nipple.
At the same time, I pour wax in a serpentine over each breast. Before it cools, I trace the same pattern with the ice, just below the lines of wax.
I dribble more wax on her puckered nipples, watching for any sign it’s too much over the more sensitive skin.
“Fuck, Pablo. This is the most erotic experience of my life.”
“Mine too, little one.”
I don’t mind when she uses my name. I love hearing it in the breathy voice she gets when we’re together like this. It’s yet another reminder of how quickly I abandoned the idea of a twenty-four seven. It seems ridiculous now to have even considered.
I wait for more wax to melt, so I press her tits up.
I begin on the underside and mark her. I leave love bites all over both, but never where any could show if her clothes shift.
I trail my teeth down her ribs to her belly.
I suck the skin around her belly button, but I bite the flesh at her waist. It’s enough to make her squirm without leaving teeth marks.
Instead, I leave more love bites. I straighten to examine my work.
“Papí, ?puedo ver también, por favor?” Daddy, can I see too, please?
“Sí, puedes.” Yes, you can.
I slide the blindfold up, and she gazes down at her body before looking across the room at the mirror that reflects how she’s spread open to me. She lifts her head as she arches her back to see beneath her tits.
“That’s so fucking hot. And I don’t mean it as a pun.”
I smile before she settles on the bed again.
I slide the blindfold back into place. I remove the weights, replacing them with a vaginal spreader.
I stare for a moment, a little too excited by the sight.
I unfasten my pants and push down my boxer briefs because my huevos are about to mutiny.
My cock’s leaking. I stroke once as though that might relieve some of the ache.
“Daddy, are you jerking off?”
Annoyed.
That’s the only way to describe Flora’s tone. She doesn’t want to miss the sight and doesn’t want to miss out on the action. She’s made that clear before.