Chapter 32
Chapter Thirty-Two
Flora
Pablo’s words echo in my head as I get closer to coming.
I love that most of the time it’s praise between us.
I love that he doesn’t call me a whore or slut in a demeaning way outside of sex or even as foreplay.
It didn’t bother me in the past when Doms called me those things because it was part of the agreed-upon dynamic.
But the emotions I have for Pablo were never part of those previous relationships.
It would hurt me to hear him call me that when we aren’t in the middle of sex.
He gets that, and I think he feels the same way.
We understand each other.
It’s how he knows just what I need to hear and feel right now. How he’s driving me wild with the need to come.
“Fuck, Daddy. I won’t break. Rougher than you ever have been in the past.”
“I’ll harm you, Flora. I won’t do that. I won’t lose control.”
“Even if you told yourself to let go completely, Pablo, your subconscious would never let you harm me. I know that in the deepest part of my soul. More, Daddy.”
He slams into me so hard it hurts. Even with the way he stretched me, it’s still tight when he’s balls deep inside me. It feels like his dick’s going to find its way into my stomach with the way he’s jackhammering my pussy. I’m going to be so fucking sore tomorrow.
I can’t wait.
I definitely never had a breeding kink before Pablo.
I would’ve run naked from the building if any other man told me he wanted to impregnate me.
We’ve agreed we want to be married before any child is born, but I wouldn’t mind sharing a pregnancy secret with him during a wedding.
I worry though—because of my own baggage, and I know it—a child will one day figure out they were conceived before we got married.
I never want a child to believe we only married because I was pregnant.
That worry isn’t enough to make me go back on the pill or ask Pablo to wear a condom or pull out. We’ll see what happens.
Fuck. What’s about to happen is a fucking orgasm.
“Papí, necesito correrme.” I need to come.
“Hazlo ahora.” Do it now.
In moments like this—when everything is so extreme—English escapes me. I can barely put two words together in Spanish let alone in my second language.
“?Ay, Papí! ?Ay!”
I’m certain the men in the hallway—hell the ones all the way in the lobby—probably hear me come. I’ll be hoarse in the morning since my throat burns now. My lungs even hurt from how I just screamed. I didn’t mean to, but Holeee. Fuck.
If our sex life remains even a fraction of what it is now, the novelty will never wear off.
It’s insane how good sex is with Pablo. We’ve talked about joining a club together where he’s never been.
There are a few, but he wants to make sure none of the other syndicate couples are active members there.
He wants to save me the embarrassment, and he acknowledges the other men would like to avoid that for their wives’ sake.
“Chiquita, me voy a correr.” Little girl, I’m going to come.
“Quiero hacerte correrte.” I want to make you come.
He thrusts and growls until he bottoms out, and I watch his abs tense. Sweat slides along his temples, and it tempts me to lick him. I’ve never done that before. Someone else’s sweat is usually gross to me. But not on Pablo. I’d lick all of him. Not a sentiment I’ve had before.
“Chica?”
“Sí, Papí.”
“?Estás bien?” You okay?
“Yes. I just need to catch my breath.”
I’m coming back down to Earth, so I switch to English. I can gather my thoughts enough now. Barely. But I can.
He eases the vibrator out of my ass then reaches up to unfasten the spreader I’d practically forgotten about, but now I’m glad he’s releasing me.
My legs are stiff, so he helps me bend and straighten.
He removes the vaginal spreader too. We roll, and I drape myself over him.
He massages my hips and ass, and I could fall asleep.
I thought it was only men who passed out after sex.
“Pablo, thank you. This was perfect.”
“I’m glad you enjoyed it. Let’s take a bath and get all the wax off you.”
I’d forgotten about that, but as I shift away from him, some cracks and pinches my skin.
We head into the bathroom, which has an enormous soaking tub.
If I didn’t know Pablo never brought women here because it was and is his sanctuary from the world, I’d wonder if he had it installed to share.
He’s also a large man who wouldn’t fit in a regular oblong tub.
His shoulders are far too broad, and his knees would be up to his nose because he’s so tall.
He tests the water and adds the bubble bath I like. By the time we’re in it, it’s practically overflowing. I scoop a handful of bubbles and stick it on his hair. He blows some at me. We laugh, and it’s so nice to share something so sweet after something so—dirty.
“What’s making your lips twitch, chica?”
“I was just thinking about how nice it is to sit here in a bubble bath and be lighthearted after the workout we just had.”
“Workout, huh?”
“Vigorous workout at that, Papí.”
“Yes, it was. Definitely worked up a sweat.”
We’re sitting facing each other, my legs draped over his. He leans forward and grips my hips beneath the water, pulling me toward him. I make it easier and scooch toward him. Our kisses are light pecks as we run warm water over each other’s shoulders. He massages mine, and I lean toward him.
“Mmm. I can’t reach that well.”
Bullshit. His arms are plenty long enough. I know what he’s after, and I’m happy to oblige. I shift onto my knees and lower myself onto his cock. He’s fully aroused again, and I’m still slick with his cum. When am I not aroused when he’s around?
Our movements now are filled with affection.
Some may say I’m warming his cock, but I don’t think so.
We’re not trying to get off, but neither is he ignoring me on purpose to edge me.
We’re one when we’re like this, and I love every moment of it.
I’m happiest when we’re like this. It gets even better when he wraps his arms around me and tightens, so I lean against him.
“I love you, Flora. I think I have since the very beginning. I knew it was more than lust, even if that was a major part of it.”
He tweaks my nipple, and I Kegel.
“I love you, Pablo. I didn’t want to admit how sexy I found you.
It seemed disloyal to my family, and to want a man like you…
I’ve never been into the bad boy type. It was scary.
But I know now you are the man I thought you were, but that’s not who I see when I’m with you.
You’re way, way more than that. I see a gentle and selfless man who makes me happy. ”
“I can’t help the things I do because leaving it behind would put a target on both of us that’s bigger than it already is. My family would never let us go unprotected, so it would endanger them too. I have duties I’ll never shirk, but I’d walk away with you if I could.”
“I know, Daddy. I get it. I know you won’t always let me know where you’re going, and you won’t always know when you’ll be back. But will you tell me when you can?”
“Always. I will try to never leave on a trip or mission without saying goodbye and telling you I love you. I can’t promise I’ll always be able to, but it won’t be because I forgot.”
“That’s all I ask.”
He kisses my shoulder and up my neck. I shift to make it easier for him. It allows me to do the same thing until we move to bring our lips together. We stay like this until the water cools. We don’t get off. Instead, we hurry to scrub the last of the wax off me. Then we curl up together.
“Pablo’s up to something, Madeline. I’m sure of it. You’ve known him your entire life. Should I be worried?”
Madeline’s family already lived in the house next door to Pablo’s when she was born.
She grew up with him like a brother rather than a neighbor.
He used to tutor her in high school science, and they’d hit tennis balls against the side of her house when her older sister and Pablo’s younger brother hung out.
He made sure Laura and Juan never excluded her when they were little, and all played together.
I figured she’d know if Pablo was up to something.
“I don’t think so. Pablo’s always kept things to himself when he doesn’t feel like sharing, but he won’t lie to you if he doesn’t have to. I know things aren’t resolved yet, so it could be that. It could be work. It could be a surprise for you. I don’t know anything specific.”
“Thanks. I appreciate it.”
It’s Sunday dinner, and Madeline and I are in the living room with the other women while the men set the table and finish cooking.
Margherita and Luis are hosting this week.
For twenty-odd years, Madeline’s family shared Sunday dinner with Pablo’s.
They alternated hosting. Shit that happened to Laura because of Juan ruined that.
Madeline swears it’s not odd to be here with Javier rather than her parents and Laura, but it must be a bit strange.
Javier and Madeline just bought a home in the Switzerland of Queens.
It’s the syndicate neighborhood where most of the bratva, Mafia, mob, and Cartel families live.
It’s the one Luciana moved into when she arrived in the States with Javier, Joaquin, and Jorge.
Catalina, Matáis, and Alejandro already lived there.
Apparently, every time a house comes on the market, a syndicate couple swoops in.
“Do you feel completely settled in?”
“I do. I’ve been here nearly three months. I wish there was nothing looming over us, but I know not everything happens when I want it to. Hard lesson for an only child to accept.” I grin at Madeline.