Chapter 12
Chapter Twelve
Flora
That’s been a lot of shit to take in. I haven’t forgotten the part where Pablo said we need to leave but didn’t say where we’re going. But my burning need to understand my family history feels more dire. I trust Pablo to know where to take me and when to leave.
He guides me to the sofa and eases me onto his lap. I kick off my shoes and curl against him.
“I hate how you feel you need to shrink into a ball to feel safe, chiquita.”
“No. I just like feeling you wrapped around me.”
“Because you’re scared and need a shield.”
“Not a shield, Papí. You.”
He nudges my chin up, and our gazes lock.
I want to believe there’s something between us that’ll last beyond this emergency.
That the feelings we have aren’t adrenaline and cortisol pumping through us from fear.
It’s not like we’ve been in a state of fight or flight all day.
We enjoyed each other’s company by the pool.
We thought we’d have time to get to know each other here.
But this is certainly an extraordinary situation where our emotions are running high.
I’m insanely attracted to him and have been since the moment I saw him.
But, normally, I wouldn’t have had sex with him so soon.
It’s not like I fucked him because I seized the opportunity, fearing there’d never be another chance.
I didn’t do it as a distraction, either.
I did it because it felt right because I trust him about most things.
Even that’s a result, though, of this extreme situation.
I don’t trust easily. I certainly wouldn’t trust any other man from a cartel—especially not from the Cartel—so easily.
But Pablo’s a loadstone. I’m drawn to him, and I can’t—won’t—fight it.
He’s my compass through all of this, and I’m depending on him for that.
But necessity didn’t guarantee I’d like him or be attracted to him. That’s entirely separate.
“Little one, I’ll be your shield whenever you need me.”
He says he wants something long-term. That he could’ve stayed detached, helping me out of honor and duty.
I recognize he could manipulate me, spewing lies to build my trust. He could’ve taken advantage of me and gotten me to fuck him because he had nothing better to do.
But down to my very core, I know he isn’t that man.
Despite everything I’ve heard about los Diaz, I sense honor, loyalty, and duty drive his every decision.
“I wish I could offer you the same, Pablo.”
“You don’t see it, but you do.”
I sit up and twist to look at him more easily. “How?”
“When you challenge me, you spark excitement in me. Very rarely do I feel that anymore. It’s usually dread.
When we’re together like this, even though the world around us is trying to fuck us over, you bring me peace.
It feels like I never get to relax anymore.
Even when I’m away from work, I’m thinking about some obligation or duty I have.
Some meeting coming up or email I need to send.
Someone I have to visit, or some deal I need to create.
Our situation is ever-present, so it’s not like I forget why we’re here.
But when you’re touching me, I’m calmer as I plan.
So, you shield me from the outside world in your own way. ”
His expression and tone are so earnest, and he’s letting himself be vulnerable around me. He knows I could manipulate him or at least try. But he’s opening up to me. It’s not calculated. He wants me to trust him by showing he trusts me. I think he senses the same things I do.
My left hand rests against his jaw by his ear, my thumb sweeping over his cheekbone then his stubble.
It wouldn’t surprise me if he could grow a full beard in like two days.
He’s not hairy all over, but he has a definite five o’clock shadow when he was clean shaven earlier today. It’s rugged and manly. I love it.
I lean forward, but I don’t bring my lips to his.
I offer the kiss, but I’ll let him lead.
I want him to. He may have commanded what happened in that basement, but he couldn’t control Humberto showing up.
He can’t dictate what could happen next in this fucked-up situation. I can let him control what we’re doing.
“Do you want me to kiss you, chiquita?”
His whispered words brush across my lips. He must have had a mint on the way to me. The scent fills my nose, and I can practically taste it.
“Sí, Papí.”
I haven’t forgotten what I called him before he left. We speak Spanish together, but we’re both fluent English speakers. With no father to speak Spanish or English to, I’ve never used that word before in my life.
“Who does your body belong to now?”
I blink for a moment longer than usual as I brace myself.
“You, Daddy.”
I grasp his shoulders and cling to him as he lurches upward enough to flip us.
I’m on my back as his weight presses against me.
His lips crash onto mine, and his kiss threatens to inhale me.
He’s hard as fucking stone beneath his trousers.
He thrusts against me, and I want nothing more than to strip while he does the same.
I want him inside me again. It’s been nearly two hours since he pumped me full of his cum. I want more.
“That’s right, chiquita. I’m going to make your body ache for my cock. Fucking you is the only relief that’ll satisfy you.”
“I already ache.”
My pussy feels painfully empty after having Pablo inside me. I’m so aroused I can barely keep from writhing beneath him, trying to get more pressure from his cock against my clit and opening. I want him to fill me again.
“And if I want an appetizer before my main course?”
“You wouldn’t be that greedy, Daddy. Not unless you’d let me have an appetizer too.”
I cock an eyebrow and reach between us to rub my hand over his dick. I open my mouth before running my tongue over my top lip.
“Make an offer like that again, and I’ll fuck your mouth and come down your throat.”
“And if I want to suck you off instead?”
“I thought you wanted to give me control. That doesn’t sound like an offer, but a challenge.” He sits back on his knees before standing. “Strip.”
I watch him for an instant before I rise and follow his command.
Once I’m naked, he catches my wrist and pulls me around the side of the couch, positioning himself behind me.
His hand between my shoulder blades pushes me to bend over.
He’s still holding my wrist, so he lifts my bent arm to rest against my lower back.
He positions the other arm the same way, holding both wrists in one hand.
He shifts, and his hand comes down on my ass. Hard.
“Fuck!”
“Subs don’t give orders. They follow them. My little sub says, ‘Yes, Daddy’ or ‘Sí, Papí.’ She doesn’t tell me what she’s going to do instead, even if she poses it as a question.”
He spanked me throughout that, but he punctuates it with a particularly hard one across my horizontal crack.
I stomp my feet, but I don’t fight him. I relish what he’s doing.
I haven’t forgotten about needing to leave or about wanting to know more about my family.
This is calming me because it distracts me from my fears.
“I want you to fuck my mouth, Daddy. I want your hands in my hair as you shove your cock down my throat.”
I’m not convinced I can take all of him, but I’ll sure as shit try.
“Your cunt is glistening, chiquita. It was when you bent over, but now you’re nearly dripping. You’re enjoying this punishment too much.”
“It hurts! That’s not en—”
“Don’t finish that sentence. We both know you’re enjoying receiving this as much as I’m enjoying giving it.”
We’re both getting more and more aroused because this isn’t a proper punishment. My suggestion was a challenge on purpose. I wanted to provoke a response, and I’m happy with the one I got. I love the feel of his hand on my ass.
“Keep your hands where they are.”
I hear him unbuckle his belt and unzip his pants.
The head of his cock nudges my pussy before his hands grip my hips.
He surges into me until he’s balls deep.
He slides in and out, but he’s not thrusting like I want.
When he pulls out with a grunt, and then spreads my ass cheeks, I realize he’s using my cream as lube.
“What’s your safe word, Flora?”
I’ve just used colors in the past. I don’t want to do that with Pablo. I want something different. Something specific to us.
“Rios.” Rivers.
Pablo was nudging my asshole with the tip of his cock, but he pauses. He leans over me and kisses my shoulder.
“Because of where we are?”
“Yes, Daddy.”
He nips at my shoulder, his teeth grazing my skin.
“Lean farther forward.”
I’m unprepared to feel his lips on my ass cheek as he sucks. It’s the first time he’s marking me. He thrusts into my pussy, coating himself again. Then he’s easing into my ass.
“Safe word if it’s too painful, Flora. Don’t take more than you can.”
I exhale a whistling breath, then I feel him withdrawing. I reach around before clutching his wrist.
“Don’t stop. That was nothing more than me breathing. I was focusing on relaxing to make it easier for you to enter me more. I want this, Pablo.”
I use his name, knowing what I risk since we’re in our D/s dynamic right now.
But I want him to know how serious I am.
He squeezes the unmarked ass cheek hard enough to leave fingerprints and to make me dance onto my toes.
It allows him to slide in farther. He could be rougher, pressing forward harder and faster.
Instead, he’s slow and gentle. He’s sworn not to harm me, and he means it.
He could fully dominate me by pleasuring just himself and using my tight ass to get himself off, leaving my clit ignored.
“Chica, you’re so fucking tight. Fuck!”