Chapter 19
Chapter Nineteen
Flora
Pablo and I head into my bedroom with packing supplies, and I appreciate the privacy. I don’t want any of those men seeing me pack my panties or vibrator. I twist to look back into the living room as Luis holds a box shut, and Alejandro tapes it.
“Your father and cousin don’t need to do this. This is so far beneath them.”
“Helping you will never be beneath them.”
“Moving—packing boxes. It’s menial labor. They’re in suits.”
As though they can hear me despite how I whisper, both men remove their suit coats and pull off their ties.
They toss the coats on the sofa and stick their ties in their pockets.
They roll up their sleeves. It’s impossible not to notice the shoulder holsters they wear or how they both have a gun under each arm.
“Chiquita, they’ll never be too good to help family.”
His gaze bores into me, practically daring me to disagree that I’m now part of his family. I don’t have his last name. I’m not wearing a ring. We haven’t even said “I love you,” but he speaks as though I’m already a Diaz. I love it, even if it’s intimidating and makes my head swim.
I don’t want to argue, so I take the box Pablo assembled while we talked. I open my dresser and start to clear it out.
“What do you think you’re doing, chiquita?”
Pablo’s warm breath tickles my ear. I think he’s reaching around me to wrap his arms around my middle. Instead, he plucks the panties from my hand. He steps back and grabs the scissors from the top of the dresser.
“Pablo!”
I glance out to the living room, worried I said his name too loudly. I try to snatch my underwear from him, but he holds them above my head while he cuts a pair into shreds.
“Stop. Daddy, I can’t go without panties.”
My hushed voice is urgent as I try again—unsuccessfully—to get my underwear back. He slices a thong this time, destroying it with two cuts.
“Did you wear panties in Switzerland?”
“No, but that was different. It was just us.”
“Consider it my solution to panty lines under your clothes that might draw unwelcome attention.”
“And I suppose you decide what constitutes unwelcome.”
“Anyone other than me looking at your ass.”
“I cannot be around your family without panties on. Let me have a couple pairs.”
“You are now.”
I bite my lower lip and shake my head. His hand slips down the front of my jeans and tugs me until our shoes meet.
He puts the scissors down and unfastens my pants.
I grab his wrists since anyone could walk in here.
He pulls the top of the waistband apart just enough to see the cotton top inch. He leans in and growls in my ear.
“When we’re alone tonight, I will punish you.
I made my expectations clear, chiquita. I forbid panties.
I will not have an unnecessary layer between your cunt and me.
It is my secret to share with only you. That you have nothing on beneath your clothes, and I can have that pussy whenever I want.
When we get to the condo tonight, you will go directly to our bedroom.
You will strip and lie on the bed on your belly. I will punish you for disobeying me.”
I can’t help the way I shiver. A small part of me was too embarrassed to meet his family while feeling partially naked. But most of me did it to get a rise out of him. I cup his hard cock and stroke it through his suit trousers. He grabs my wrist and pulls it away.
“I edge you, chica, not the other way around. I will never embarrass you in public. That’s the only reason you aren’t naked now with my cock in your ass. You’re lucky I don’t take you in the bathroom and fuck you, taking the chance everyone will figure out what we’re doing.”
I don’t want to be embarrassed, but the risk of someone catching us excites me. Pablo can tell. He slips his fingers down my panties and between my legs. I widen my stance, so he can inch his fingers into me. They’re in just long enough to coat them. He pulls his hand away and licks his fingers.
“Deliciosa.”
He kisses my neck, moving up to behind my ear. He knows how erotic I find that spot. How it makes me want to beg or do anything he commands.
“Think about how I could be finger-fucking you right now if you had a skirt on and no panties.”
“Your family would still be here.”
“There’s not a man out there who’ll come near this bedroom while I’m alone with you in here.”
“Do they think we’d fuck with the door open?” I’m aghast at the thought.
“They know I respect you too much to do that. They just won’t intrude upon a couple. We could be discussing something private, or you could have something private out while you pack.”
“Like my now-shredded panties?”
“Or that.” He points to my vibrator.
“That I can leave behind. My panties? No.”
He plays with my nipples through my shirt and bra. He pinches and twists and then tugs. He kisses me to swallow my whimpers. He rolls them between his fingers and thumb.
“Bring them, little one, but don’t be surprised when you get home, and they’re gone.”
“And my vibrator?”
The grin he gives me…
I might come just from the promise it holds.
“You’re definitely bringing that. It’ll tide us over until we can order any and everything we want—any and everything we’re curious about. I already know what’s on my list.”
He steps back, letting go of me. He wants me to ask, so I do. I’m happy to oblige and play along as I drop all my panties in the box. I put my bras and socks in after, then I move onto the other clothes in my dresser.
“What’s that, Daddy?”
“A jeweled butt plug like we talked about. Nipple and clit clamps, obviously.”
“Obviously.”
I parrot him as I roll my eyes. He chuckles as he takes a box and moves to the closet. He keeps his voice low, so only I can hear him.
“A spreader. The handcuffs you mentioned. Some Ben Wa balls. A bullet vibrator.”
Oh, fuck. He intends for me to wear that when I’m not at home. They have apps now to control them. He could insist I insert it, then he could turn it up while he’s not even around. He’d know he was tormenting me, even if he’s not there to see it.
“A flogger, a couple paddles, a whip, and an around-the-thighs vaginal spreader, maybe some labia weights.”
He’s given this some thought. Is this what he’s had with his previous subs?
Are these things he knows he already enjoys?
I shouldn’t feel this intense wave of jealousy since I was with someone the night he and I met.
I ended things with him to be with Pablo.
But I haven’t hinted at anything I’ve done in the past.
He notices I just nod. He comes over to stand beside me, putting his hand on my wrist as I reach to take another shirt from a drawer.
“Chiquita, I don’t sleep as much as you do, not that you sleep nearly enough. I know how stalkerish this sounds, but I love to watch you. You’re so at peace. You sleep naked next to me, so I can see and touch every part of you.”
“I know. You wake me at least once to have sex every night.”
“You do the same thing. I’ve lost track of how many fantasies I’ve had about all the ways I want to share my dominance with you.”
“How many ways you want me to submit.”
“Yes.”
“And if I told you I could’ve read all those books twice as fast as I did?”
He slips his arm around me and pulls me against him. “Why didn’t you?”
“Because I have my own fantasies that distracted me. I want you to tie me to a Saint Andrew’s Cross or an A-frame rack. I want you to bend me over a spanking bench and fuck my ass while you spank me. I want you to DP me with your cock and one of those fucking machines.”
I’ve never used one of those dildo machines that thrust and retreat. I want to try it with Pablo.
“What else?”
His voice rasps, and I know he’s imagining everything I said. I cup his cock, and it’s like a metal pipe in his trousers.
“I’ll come if you do that, chiquita.”
“I want you to command me to strip and then get on my knees while you’re fully dressed. You just let your cock out through your zipper. You push my face to it and make me suck while anyone at a club who wants to watch can. I want you to mark me with your cum.”
“Flora, we need to hurry and finish your apartment.”
That bursts the bubble we were in. I pull away, but he cups my jaw, his thumb on the left, and his fingers on the right.
“We need to finish your apartment, then we’ll see your mother. We’ll take as long as you want there, but I’m not spending longer than we need here. I want you in our room, bent over the bed, as I fuck you until you scream.”
I look toward the en suite bathroom and tilt my head.
We rush in there, both of us pushing our pants down by the time the door closes.
I grip the edge of the sink as I tilt my hips back.
He thrusts into me, pounding my pussy until it hurts.
I take all of it, reveling in how big he is and how he stretches me.
My clit rubs against the lip of the basin each time he surges into me.
It only takes two minutes before I’m coming. He’s right there with me.
We’re pulling up our clothes as I wiggle my hips, snapping the elastic waistband of my panties against my skin.
“This’ll trap all the cum in my pussy. They’re not so bad after all.”
“I’ll keep you tied to our bed with your legs in the air when I really want my cum to stay in you. I want your thighs sticky with it.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
All of that sounds fantastic. It’s certainly an incentive to hurry. We return to my room and finish before the other men have done my living room and kitchen.
“Pablo, if my mother doesn’t want to hold on to all my stuff, then I need to find a storage place. I’m assuming she will. She has space in the garage for my furniture since I don’t park in it anymore. But if she won’t, do you know anywhere safe?”