Chapter 6
Chapter Six
Flora
I spoke the truth, but I did it to antagonize him. To poke the beast who hovers above me. To get a reaction from him.
“Is his cum still inside you, Flora?”
Anger flashes in his gaze as he lowers his body to press mine fully into the seat. The jealousy and possessiveness I feel radiating from him excite me. They shouldn’t. I’m the one manipulating him, and I know it’s wrong. But I couldn’t stop myself from saying it.
“I’m clean and on birth control, but no man has come bare inside me.”
“You didn’t object to my telling you my cum will drip from your pretty little cunt. You know what that means. You know I meant it.”
“I want your cum inside me because it means you aren’t putting it in anyone else.”
Where the fuck did that come from? I didn’t intend to share that level of my own jealousy and possessiveness.
He pushes my shirt up and pulls down my bra. He scoops my breasts and squeezes until I’m certain he’s leaving fingerprints.
“Do you have a sub, Pablo?”
“No, but there are three women I fuck when I go to my club.”
It’s my turn to feel anger spark within me.
“As in you rotate through them or a manage à quatre?”
“Both.”
We glare at one another before our lips come together, and we can’t get enough of our kiss. His weight pins me in place. I can’t even flex my hips or arch my back. His kiss threatens to swallow me whole, and I love it. I moan my submission as I relax into the seat.
His teeth graze my neck as he trails his lips down to my collar bone. He presses his teeth around the bone, but I know he won’t leave a mark. He’s making a point. He brings his mouth to my ear, and his warm breath makes my pussy ache.
“He’s not your Dom twenty-four seven, but I will be.”
“I won’t share, Pablo.”
“Neither will I. They aren’t my subs, so there is nothing for me to end officially. I have no interest in fucking anyone but you. You will obey me, Flora. For your safety and for your pleasure.”
He pulls away and sits up. I want to reach for him, but I keep my hands over my head as a sign of my submission even when we aren’t moments away from fucking.
I haven’t refused the idea of him as my Dom.
I’ve never had an around-the-clock agreement before, but I know wherever Pablo takes me, that’s how it would end up.
I’d rather agree than we just fall into it.
“Call him now, Flora. End it. I won’t touch you again until you’re fully mine.”
He wants me to come to him. He could simply take me away from my current Dom. Wherever we’re going is outside Bogotá, so he could force me to end things merely by not letting me see the man again.
“Give me your phone, please.”
I sit up and reach out my hand. He pulls it from his back pocket and unlocks it. I pull up the keypad, then look at him.
“Mamá drilled it into me never to store any personal numbers in my phone. That’s why I can remember his.”
Pablo nods as my jaw rests on his palm, and he brushes my lips with a light kiss. But it isn’t like before. There’s detachment to it. It’s what I would get from a Dom who has no romantic attachment to me. Is that what I just agreed to?
No!
“Chica, end things with him. Belong to me completely, then I’ll kiss you the way we both need me to.”
Belong to me completely.
I never felt like I belonged to my current Dom or any other I’ve had in the past. I didn’t feel like that with any past boyfriends.
It makes me sound like a possession, but that’s not how I feel.
A strange part of me wants to strip bare for Pablo before I make this call. Show him I already belong to him.
I enter the phone number and listen to it ring on speakerphone.
“Hola.”
“Hola, Roberto. Soy Florencia.”
We continue in Spanish.
“I didn’t recognize the number.”
“I don’t enjoy doing this over the phone, but I don’t want to wait.”
“Florencia.”
His tone hardens into the one he uses as my Dom.
It used to turn me on and make me want to fuck.
Now it grates on my nerves. I watch Pablo, and his jaw clenches.
I look around before placing the phone on Pablo’s thigh.
I slip off the seat to kneel as best I can.
I put my hands behind my back and cross my wrists.
Why do I feel like I need to prove myself to Pablo?
How the fuck did things get to this so fast?
What if I’m making the biggest mistake of my life? I’m more likely to get myself killed with Pablo than anything else.
No, you’re not.
To your marrow, you know Pablo won’t hurt you. You know the man will kill for you. He already has. He might break your heart, but you’re safer with him than anyone else alive.
I don’t understand how that’s true, but it is.
“Florencia?”
“Sorry. Bad reception for a moment. Roberto, I’m ending our contract.”
I want Pablo to hear both sides of the conversation. It should be private, but I don’t want this to be a secret. It’s another submission. Another acknowledgement that he has control even when we aren’t fucking.
“Did something happen the other night that I couldn’t tell?”
Pablo’s hands ball into fists. He stares at me, unblinking.
“No. I met someone the other day. I haven’t stopped thinking about him. I—”
“Were you thinking about him when you were with me?”
My cheeks are on fire. Pablo cocks an eyebrow. He wants to know my answer too. I nod.
“Roberto, I enjoyed our time together. You were an excellent Dom, but being with this man is what I need.”
“Is it Humberto Diaz?”
“What? Fuck no.”
Those words flew from my mouth with such vehemence it shocks me.
“People’ve seen you going to his house. People’ve told me about it.”
“You didn’t bring it up before. If you suspected something, then why not tell me?”
“Because I didn’t think you were fucking the piece of shit.”
“I’m not. It’s not him. I met someone else. Roberto, I’m sorry I’m ending things this way and not in person. But it’s better I tell you than just make excuses for not seeing you until you give up.”
I’m watching Pablo, and he’s pissed to discover people have noticed my connection to Humberto.
It scares me. He picks up the phone and pats his leg.
I push up on the seat and straddle his lap.
He continues to hold the phone while his other arm wraps around my ribs until he can hold my ass. His hand seems to always wind up there.
“You have romantic feelings for this man, don’t you?”
I still. I do, but I don’t want to admit that in front of Pablo. I’m unconvinced he has those for me. He nudges my chin up as he grips the phone. This kiss is just as brief as the last one, but it’s tender. He nods.
“I do.”
“Then I wish you felicidad.” Happiness.
“Thank you.”
“Goodbye.”
“Bye.”
Pablo hangs up and drops the phone beside him.
He cups my jaw with both hands as he presses another tender kiss to my lips.
I open to him and melt into his kiss. He’s so fucking gentle right now that it makes my heart ache.
He was all alpha possessiveness not five minutes ago.
Now he’s still all alpha male, but I feel incredibly precious to him.
We pull apart when we feel the car shift into park. I look out the window and realize we’re at the airport. We’re on the tarmac near a private plane. My brow furrows. I didn’t expect we’d fly wherever we’re going since he said it wasn’t San Andrés.
“Pablo?”
“It’s too far and too dangerous to drive. I don’t want anyone to follow us.”
He straightens my shirt and adjusts his sleeves beneath his suit coat.
I ease off his lap, but he takes my hand as he taps on the window.
The door opens, and he steps out. I scoot over and follow him.
He lets go of my hand, moving his to the small of my back.
He leads me up the stairs and onto the jet.
“Chiquita, pick a seat. I’ll be there in a moment. I need to speak to the pilot. He knows where we’re going because I called while I was on my way to your place. But I want to confirm a couple things with him.”
“Yes, sir.”
He stares at me for a moment before he nods. It was as though he wasn’t sure he liked the sound of me calling him sir. I agreed to twenty-four seven, so I shouldn’t have used his name a moment ago.
I walk to a seat and sit down. I have nothing to do and no luggage to store, so I fasten my belt and look out the window.
It’s only a few minutes before Pablo’s sitting beside me and the captain is closing the cockpit door.
A guy with a friendly smile approaches us with warm, moist towels and bottles of water.
I accept the towel while Pablo opens a bottle of water.
He hands it to me before taking his own towel. Once he’s done, he opens his own drink.
I can’t believe how thirsty I am as I down the entire thing.
Pablo’s slower, but he finishes his too.
He puts his hand out, and I give him the bottle and lid.
He screws the top on and gestures for the flight attendant.
As we taxi, he lifts the armrests between us and wraps his arm around my shoulders.
I lay my head against his shoulder as his free hand rests on my thigh.
I twist as much as I can to make it easier for him since he reaches across his lap.
My eyes are drooping closed as we take off. I’m suddenly so exhausted I wonder if he drugged my water. I hear the seatbelt sign ding and watch it turn off. Pablo unfastens my belt and picks me up as easily as he has in the past. He settles me on his lap, and I can’t think of a better place to be.
“Let me hold you, Flora.”
I burrow against him and inhale his cologne. I haven’t realized until now how calming the masculine scent is.
“I didn’t know I was so tired.”
“A lot’s happened in the past hour. I’m tired too.”
“Sir?”
“Yes, chiquita.”