Chapter 7
Chapter Seven
Pablo
I know I have to call my tío, but I dread it.
It won’t thrill him to know I brought an outsider here.
This is one of our most guarded secrets.
It’s why the security is so heightened. We don’t believe anyone knows this place exists, but if anyone finds out, we want them dead before they can tell someone else.
It’ll also piss him off to hear Humberto put a hit on a woman.
He won’t welcome knowing I’m protecting an Aguilar, but he’ll understand honor and duty dictate I do.
I’m not prepared to share more about my relationship with Flora than that.
Today’s been over the top. Everything about it.
The way I barged into her home. The way I commanded her to come with me and gave her no choice, like some marauding bandito who takes whatever he sees.
The possessiveness and jealousy we’ve both felt finding out about each other’s sexual pasts.
The overwhelming desire that shouldn’t exist since we barely know each other.
All of that is private.
“Our cook will bring fresh perishables when he arrives. Our housekeeper is his brother, so they’ll come together. The rest of the staff will come once we’re settled in.”
“They’re both men?”
“We’ve a forward-thinking, modern family.”
“Or they’re trained Cartel members too.”
I don’t respond. She watches me before she nods.
“There are plenty of nonperishables here, so help yourself to anything you find. Hopefully, there’ll be something you like. If there’s anything you want, tell me. I’ll call our cook and let him know what to pick up.”
She sweeps her gaze around the kitchen as I open the pantry door, then the fridge and freezer.
There’s not much in the fridge, but there’s still some frozen meat from Alejandro’s last visit down here a couple weeks ago.
That makes me pause. He could’ve just as easily been the one to come down here since he visits Colombia more frequently than anyone else in the family.
My position prompted me to come instead.
But he could’ve been the one to meet Flora.
Would she have wanted Alejandro?
He’s the hot one in the family. It’s not like anyone calls the rest of us unattractive. Just the opposite. But he’s the one people fawn over the most.
Would she have responded to him like she has me? Or would she have gone more willingly?
I push those thoughts aside as we walk into the living room. I show her that and the dining room.
“Down the hall is the office. If I’m in there, do not go near it. If you call out to me, I’ll hear you.”
With her in the house, it’s likely I’ll speak Macaguán. But there’s always the chance I may speak Spanish or English. She understands both.
“If you’re in there, it’s because you’re having a conversation I shouldn’t hear. I’ll respect that privacy, sir.”
I told her—blurted out—I want to be her Dom, and I do.
But I also admitted I want a romantic relationship with her.
Because of that, hearing her call me sir somehow feels wrong.
I want her submission and deference, but I also want her to be my equal in nonsexual things.
That should be entirely contradictory. It is. It’s leaving me conflicted.
We make our way upstairs, and I point out various bedrooms as we walk past them. We come to a guest room, and I open the door. Even though we have no one outside the family come here, it’s still ready. It was once my younger brother’s.
“This is your room. You’ll find towels in the bathroom, and I’ll bring you toiletries.”
She hesitates before stepping inside. She looks around with an air of detachment.
“It’s lovely. Thank you.”
She doesn’t meet my gaze as she turns back toward the door. We go past Alejandro’s room before I open the last door.
“This is my room. It’s where you’ll sleep.”
I step inside, and she follows me. The moment she’s through the doorway, I turn and push it closed. I box her against it. I lift her arms over her head as I press my body to hers. She widens her stance as I slide my thigh between hers.
“Ride it, chiquita.”
Her eyes close as she grinds against my leg.
She’s not avoiding looking at me because she doesn’t want to obey my command.
She’s concentrating. She moans as my lips nip at her neck.
I flick my tongue against her earlobe before tugging it with my teeth.
She releases a shuddering breath as her hips move faster.
I keep my lips next to her ear, so my breath wafts against it as I whisper.
“Do you want this, Flora?”
“Yes, sir.”
“Tell me what ‘this’ is.”
“My obedience. Your control.”
“Why?”
“You make me feel safe because you insist on it. You refuse to let anything happen to me. But you can only protect me if I let you, if I obey you.”
“What else?”
“Everything about you makes me ache to feel you inside me.”
I lift her shirt up, then shift, so she can move away from the door enough for me to pull it over her head.
“Do you know why I want you so badly, chiquita?”
“You like to have control, and I’m letting you.”
That’s a bucket of ice water. She’s not wrong, but I hate that she thinks that’s the only reason.
“Flora, look at me.”
I keep my tone soft, so it’s more a request than a command.
Her eyes flick open. She’s kept her arms over her head, and I love it.
But right now, I want her to know what she said isn’t entirely accurate.
I lower them and put her hands on my shoulders.
I want to place them over my heart, but I’m not ready for what that implies.
“Chica, you’re brave, intelligent, resourceful, stubborn, and challenging.
Your assertiveness and willingness to stand up to me is fucking sexy as all get out.
Not because I want to be domineering and strip you of those things.
Just the opposite. I don’t think I can live with a twenty-four seven arrangement once you’re out of danger.
I’ll probably always want to be dominant during sex, and I hope you’ll still want to submit.
But I want you as my equal when I stop fearing for your life every moment I’m awake. ”
“You make it sound like this isn’t temporary.”
“If you agree to it, it’s not.”
She stares at me, completely uncertain what to say.
I’ve put her on the spot, and I know it.
I won’t demand she agree or even that she share her thoughts about what I just said.
Instead, I grasp her hips and guide her to grind against me again.
I unfasten her bra and slide it down her arms. I use the straps to bind her wrists behind her back.
I lean forward and lick her right nipple.
I lift her tits, enjoying their fullness.
I massage them, and she rides my thigh harder.
“Sir, please suck them.”
I pinch them rather than give in to her request. She moans and shuts her eyes. I twist until her breath becomes rapid pants.
“How wet are you for me?”
I kiss her lips, not giving her a chance to answer as I unfasten her jeans.
I slide a hand down her panties and slip my fingers between her pussy lips.
She’s drenched. She’s as aroused as I am.
I push her pants and underwear down. She kicks off her shoes and steps out of her clothes.
I turn her away from me, and she presses her left cheek to the door.
I spread her ass cheeks, seeing one place I’ll fuck her—often.
I press my cock against her. It’s pissed that she’s naked, and I’m not.
Not yet.
I love squeezing her ass. I have large hands, and I spread my fingers to cover most of it. I press my leg between her thighs again and pull her hips back to me. She rides me without any prompting.
“I’m going to spank you whenever I want. It’ll be for punishment and pleasure. I’ll fuck your ass because I can. I’ll watch it gape, begging for me to slide back inside. I’ll make you keep my cum in your tight little asshole until I command you to let me see it drip down to your cunt.”
Her bound hands reach down and help spread her wider.
“Please, now.”
I didn’t expect her to beg for that.
“You want the first place I fuck you to be your ass?”
“If that’s what you want.”
Fucking tempting.
I drop to my knees and pull her back to my mouth. I lick all of her. I press my thumb against her asshole, but I don’t enter her. I flick my tongue inside her over and over until she’s shifting her weight with impatience. I turn her toward me.
“Watch me as I feast on your pussy.”
“Yes, sir.”
I latch onto her clit, biting enough to make her whimper before I suck. I flick it with my tongue before I thrust three fingers into her.
“Pablo! Oh, God!”
Fuck. I love hearing the breathy way she says my name. It’s on an exhale. It makes my cock twitch as I picture her saying it that way as I drive it into her cunt.
Her hips jut forward, pressing my mouth to her more. I finger fuck her as I work her clit, sometimes pressing my tongue into her alongside my fingers. My free hand presses against her belly over where my other hand works the front wall of her pussy.
“I need to come. Please may I come?”
I pull my mouth away and pinch her clit as I continue to work my fingers in and out. She stomps her foot in impatience. I slap her clit in response. She screams as her hips thrust forward. I slap it again. She wails her response.
“Oh, God! Please!”
“Who decides?”
“You, sir.”
“Why?”
“Because I belong to you.”
“Who am I?”
“My Dom.”
“What does that make you?”
“Your sub.”
“That’s right. I’ll give you your orgasm when I want. Until then, I’ll edge you.”