Chapter 9 #2
“Did I endanger us by arguing with you and making us stay as long as we did?”
“If I feared someone else barging in, I would’ve carried you out much sooner. I wouldn’t have given you any chance to argue, and I wouldn’t have kissed you. I wouldn’t have risked being there that long when the entire point was to protect you. But it was getting urgent.”
“Then I deserved that spanking. I probably deserved far more. At least a completely bare ass one. As much as it hurt, I knew—even if I didn’t want to admit it—that you were already caring for me.
You were protecting me from myself. If I risk my safety again, or worse, yours or someone else’s, then punish me properly. ”
“What does that mean to you? Time in a corner with a bare ass?”
That doesn’t appeal to me in the least. Thankfully, she laughs and shakes her head.
“You don’t have to look so nervous. We know I’m not a Little or a Middle. I don’t need to stand in a corner, lose privileges, or anything like that. But I would like firmer punishments that would mark me longer, so I remember the choice I made was the wrong one.”
“I need to think about that. I don’t know that I can do that. Is it something you need?”
“I don’t need it. I’m happy to submit in other ways. Does it remind you too much of—work?”
My eyes widen.
“No. At least, I don’t think so. I just don’t want to be that kind of man.”
“It wouldn’t be abuse.”
“I know you consent, but the only reason I could do that is because I have the strength to. I may call you little girl because you’re smaller than me, but I don’t want to use my size to have my way.”
She nods as she considers what I said.
“Can we discuss it when the time comes?”
“Of course. Always. I don’t think I’m going to punish you that often.”
“I definitely won’t look for trouble.”
“I know. But I will punish you if you put yourself or anyone else at risk because you were thoughtless. It might be a mistake, but if it’s something you could’ve avoided by thinking about things more, then I will punish you.
If you’re in a situation where you don’t know better or couldn’t make a different choice, then I won’t. ”
“Will you reserve spankings only for punishment?”
She doesn’t sound like she likes that idea.
I step back until I’m in the shallowest part of the pool.
I lift her over my shoulder like I did earlier today and swat her ass.
I know it stings as I do it five more times.
I pull her back into the water and against my lengthening cock.
She hooks her legs around me like she did before, and I slide into her again.
I carry her out of the pool and grab two towels as I walk past the cupboard.
I fling one over a chair before reclining on it.
She leans forward, and my hand lands across her ass once more before I shake out the second towel and drape it over her.
It rests across her mid-back, leaving enough room for my hand to spank her while the material covers her.
“You have an incredible ass, little one.”
“Thank you. I like yours too.”
“The things I plan to do to yours.”
“I know. You told me.”
“Does that excite you, chica?”
“So much.”
“Sit up. Let me watch you ride me.”
She follows my command, adjusting the towel, so it doesn’t slip off her. It hides her ass from anyone who might draw close enough to see. It won’t hide what we’re doing, but my men have the sense to not come near us if they have even a sneaking suspicion we’re having sex.
I watch her tits bounce, and I’m starving.
I sit up with ease and suck one then the other.
Flora continues to bounce on my cock, rocking sometimes.
I love running my hands over her ribs, back, and belly.
Her hips flare, begging for me to hold on to them.
I love watching the muscles flex as she moves with me, but she’s soft in all the places I love to squeeze. It’s intoxicating.
This position is emotionally intimate. Everything we’ve done together has been intimate, something for only us to know about and share.
But this brings our bodies together in a way that leaves no space between us.
No end and no beginning. Just one. As we watch each other, I think we both know there’s something poignant about it. Something deeply moving.
It’s erotic and scary at the same time. I feel bare and vulnerable like earlier.
Her expression tells me she feels the same way, almost tentative about everything except how she moves on my cock.
I brush her hair back from her shoulder, and she leans in to kiss my neck. I do the same until our lips meet.
“Make me come, my sweet chiquita.”
“Sí, Papí.”
That’s obedience, not just the common Latin American phrase that can be playful or serious. The difference in context between two synonyms. Ay and sí. Maybe she’ll say it in English one day too. I crave hearing both.
“You feel amazing, Flora. I want to stay buried in you. I don’t want to stop. I want to claim you. You’re the only one who’s ever gotten my cum.”
She stares at me, missing a beat before riding me again.
“You’ve never gone bare before, either?”
“No. Too many risks.”
“But you’ll take them with me?”
“Aren’t you doing the same thing?”
“Yes.”
We both know there are the health risks, but since we both belong to clubs, we know we test regularly. I could get her pregnant. Then our lives would be irrevocably bound no matter what would happen to a baby. We’d never be able to undo creating a life together.
Maybe one day we will, but for now, it’s a push and pull. A give and take from both of us. I don’t know what tomorrow will bring, but for now, I couldn’t ask for better.
“Pablo, come in me, please. It’ll get me off.”
I rub her clit with my thumb as I pinch her nipple.
“Getting you off will make me come, mi pequena flor.” My little flower.
She rides me, throwing her head back. I watch the flush rise along her neck.
Her body tightens, and I pin her hips in place as I come again.
I didn’t think I could come as hard as the first time I was inside her.
I thought it was the novelty of it being the first time, but this one is just as strong.
The sound of a helicopter approaching makes us freeze. I look toward it before we scramble off the lounger. We grab our clothes and run toward the house. I know Flora’s worried about someone seeing us in a compromising position. I’m worried because I know who it is.