Chapter 16
Chapter Sixteen
Jorge
I slipped into the other bedroom to make plans for this afternoon.
I could hear Liesel arguing with Bastian.
I want to throat punch the caremonda—face of a penis.
I finish my call to my head guard. We’ve hammered out the logistics as best we can.
I close my eyes and take a calming breath.
I can’t lose my shit in front of the others.
I head out to the living room to say goodbye. Liesel’s already back with them. Friedrich came back, but I don’t see Bastian. She rises and walks over to me. She glances at the door again. I feel the tension radiating off her as though it’s my overcharged emotion.
“Don’t worry, Anne. I’ll make sure he has men with him. They’ll be discreet. He won’t know they’re following him, but they’ll be there if he needs them.”
“Are you sure you can spare the men for that?”
“Yes.”
I don’t hesitate, but I know she’s already getting to know me well enough to recognize my various expressions. She doesn’t believe I really do, but I’m willing to. Not for Bastian’s sake, but hers.
She glances in Gretel, Heidi, and Friedrich’s direction before she keeps her voice barely above a whisper. “Please stop calling me Anne. He’s not here anymore.”
“And your mother and sister? Friedrich?”
“I don’t care. It’s comforting when you call me Liesel. I need that more than I need their approval.”
“What else do you want, Liesel?”
A flush rises along her neck and into her cheeks. She shifts uncomfortably, and I have my answer. I wait for her to admit it. Will she?
“Jorge, I—you know—you. I want you.”
“Then you have me.”
“Can it really be that simple?”
“Why wouldn’t it be?”
She assesses me for a moment, and she comes to a decision. “You really are practical by nature, aren’t you? You’ll make this happen, won’t you?”
“Yes to both. If this is what you want, then you are mine.”
“I have been all along, haven’t I?”
“Since the moment we met.” I want nothing more than to devour her to prove it.
We fall silent as Gretel approaches us. Neither of us is prepared for what she says, but I count it as a blessing.
“Jorge, take care of Anne. It’s obvious to everyone.
That’s why Bastian was so angry. He knows he can’t live up to what you offer Anne already.
Sometimes it takes months, years to know when you’ve met the right person.
Sometimes it takes only minutes. I don’t know how things were when you met, but it’s clear how they are now.
Anne’s never relied on anyone the way I see she relies on you.
She’s stubborn, so I warn you about that.
But she’ll listen to you because it’s obvious you have her best interests at heart.
You’re doing far more than you have to. You’re doing it for her.
I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you taking care of her, even if you couldn’t come out and say it.
Because you’re protecting her, you’re helping my entire family.
Thank you. Be good to her. I don’t know what your life is like in America, but I can guess.
Protect her there just like you do here. ”
I’m stunned when she not only gives us her blessing, but she also acknowledges Liesel will likely come to the U.S.
with me. I shift my focus to Liesel to see her reaction.
She’s just as taken aback as I am. She stares at her mother like the woman’s sprouted a second head.
Then she steps forward, and Gretel wraps her arms around her daughter.
Liesel rests her head on her mother’s shoulder, and it reminds me of when I do the same with Mamá.
The world is set back on its axis, and all is right again when she hugs me.
“Mutti, I need to speak to Jorge alone.”
Gretel nods. She glances at me, and I’m certain she knows part of the conversation won’t include words. Liesel and I turn toward the bedrooms, but Heidi steps in front of us.
“I can only guess how things’ll stand once this crisis is over. Maybe you’ll both realize this isn’t right. But I’m certain this is better than life would’ve been with Bastian. Even if you wind up alone, it’ll still be better.”
Liesel’s lips twitch at the way only a younger sibling could say the last bit. It sounds like me with my older brothers.
“Thanks.”
It’s bliss when I slip my hand into hers as we walk to the bedroom.
Bastian’s arrival ratcheted my anxiety nearly through the roof, leaving me worried that Liesel might agree with him.
My mind’s inclination toward catastrophizing pictured her leaving with him, being injured, or killed.
It pictured her rejecting me, both my help and me as a man.
I’ve learned to control these obsessive thoughts that the worst-case scenario will be reality.
My mind no longer runs away from me like it did when I was younger, but I still have my moments where my anxiety nearly paralyzes me.
I’ve just learned to hide it. The Academy owes me an Oscar.
I ease the door closed before pulling Liesel back toward me. I press her against the wall beside the door. I rest my hand on her throat, not squeezing, but the possessiveness is clear.
“You earned another spanking, chiquita. Do you know why?”
“Yes. I walked in front of the window.”
“You did. This time, you will be over my lap with a bare ass. Can you be quiet?”
“I can try.”
Her teeth slide across her bottom lip as she considers what’s about to happen.
She glances down at my hand, then her gaze meets mine.
I release her throat as I lean in to claim the first part of her that’s mine.
Our lips brush together before they fuse.
It’s only a few seconds in, and it’s already the best kiss I’ve ever had.
I cup her breast as my other hand slides between us to cup her cunt.
“Every part of you now belongs to me, chica. All of you. Inside and out, top to bottom, back to front. Whatever I wish to possess I will. I will fuck you when I want and how I want. I will make you beg and scream my name. I control your orgasms. They belong to me to give or deny. You will be the only one who gets all my cum. I will mark you—brand you with it. You will wear it and carry it inside your pussy and your ass. I will not share you. You are done with anyone else once you agree to this.”
“And you?”
“I just told you that you’ll get all my cum. What did you think I meant?”
“If you wear a condom, then that woman wouldn’t get it. But they’d still get you.”
I observe her. There’s a tinge of fear in her eyes, but mostly, it’s intentional antagonism. I box her against the wall. I refuse to let her move until I’m ready.
“You have my mind and my body and the one thing no one else has ever had. My heart, chiquita.”
“You have me. Heart, mind, and soul too—”
She stops, and I wonder if she’s considering a term of endearment. She arches her back, offering herself to me. She leans forward to whisper in my ear. We’ve spoken quietly enough no one could hear us, even with their ear to the door. It’s conspiratorial and erotic as fuck.
“I know you’ll protect me to your last breath. That’s why I turned to you. Not because of your wealth and the resources I suspected you have. I know to the depths of my marrow, you will do anything to protect me. But will you really take care of me?”
“In ways you didn’t even know you needed. I will give you everything you need, and I will always endeavor to give you everything you want.”
She leans back and swallows as she reads my expression.
She doesn’t know the whole truth about my family, but she gets some things may pull me away, even if I don’t want them to.
She accepts this is her new reality when she slides her hands up my abs and over my chest until she wraps her arms around my neck.
“I’ll do the same. I want to take care of you too. I want you to know you can turn to me no matter what. I suspect there are things you’ll never tell me, and I hate knowing there’ll be secrets. But I get it. I hope you’ll let me in as much as you can.”
The back of my fingers brush against her left cheek before I cup her jaw. I know I could fall in love with this woman. When I gaze into her eyes, I know we understand each other in a way no one else gets either of us. She leans in to whisper to me again.
“I know we aren’t alone, but will you take care of my spanking now—Daddy?”
She breathes the last word, and my body’s reaction shoots straight to my cock.
I never imagined hearing a woman call me that would affect me so viscerally.
It’s never been my thing, but it is with Liesel.
Our lips meet once more, and this time there’s no denying we’re together now.
This isn’t a gentle first kiss where we each test the waters.
This is a claiming kiss that steals our breath.
“Strip, little one. Slowly.”
I back away until I reach the armchairs that force me to skirt the window. I cock an eyebrow, and she understands my silent warning. Her spanking will be way worse if she forgets the very rule she’s being punished for breaking.
She raises her shirt up her ribs, baring her creamy skin.
I wait with bated breath as the hem grazes her bra.
Her arms bend, and she lifts the garment over her head.
She watches me as she drops it to the floor.
I want to nibble my way from her hip up to her nipple, enjoying each smooth inch.
She unfastens her pants, watching me as she lowers the zipper.
She’s not a professional stripper, but she’s certainly put on a striptease before. My cock’s throbbing.