Chapter 23 #2
“You’ve what, little girl? Rubbed your clit, wishing it was me? Wishing my cock was sliding into your pretty pink pussy?”
“Yes. Fucking hell, Jorge. Since the day we met. I’ve wanted you when I shouldn’t have. When I wasn’t free to have those thoughts, but I did.”
He pulls his hand away from my puckered flesh and bring it down on my ass. The sound of his flesh landing against mine fills the room, but he didn’t strike me hard. I moan. He lands another and another across both cheeks.
“Tell me your dirty little secrets, chiquita.”
“I wanted you to fuck me in the conference room. Bend me over or lift me onto the table. Any position if it meant I felt you inside me.”
“A place where anyone could’ve walked in on us.”
He keeps the swats light, but he continues to pinken my ass as we talk.
“Yes. I didn’t care. I wanted you so much, and you were always close enough to touch but never mine to have. I knew that shadow in the alley was you. I was sure of it. As much as it scared me, I wanted you to pull me into the shadows.”
“What did you want me to do?”
“Fuck me against the wall. Shred my panties after you demanded I pull my skirt up for you. I wanted you to take me. As much as I wanted to fuck you where anyone could see us, I wanted it as a dirty secret too.”
“Fuck, chica. I might come just hearing that fantasy. How did it feel the first time I spanked you?”
“Like the first time anyone besides my family’s truly cared about me. That your control was genuinely for my own good, not to be domineering and isolate me.”
“What did you feel the second time?”
“Peace. Restitution and reconciliation, I suppose. It’s not like I felt unworthy of your attention before that, but—I don’t know how to say it—not in English or German.
Like—you may have spanked other women in the past, but I got a piece of you no one else has.
That my punishment was genuine and not for sexual gratification. ”
He feels me tense as I explain. He lands a particularly hard spank across my horizontal crack. I yelp.
“That’s precisely what it was. You have part of me no one has ever had. A part I’m not sure existed before you. Being with you gives me peace I’ve never known.”
He sets a pattern of alternating sides as my ass surely moves from bright pink into a deeper rose hue. He varies the speed and strength he uses. It stings and burns, but it’s not the kind of pain my body wants to run from. Just the opposite. I do my best to raise my hips to meet his hand.
“Daddy?”
“Yes.”
“What did you dream about?”
“Kissing every inch of you. Tasting you as you come on my tongue, drinking you like fine wine. Holding you in my arms while I fuck you until you’re not sure if you’re begging me to stop or keep going.
Worshipping your body with a tenderness I never imagined I’m capable of but only feel for you.
Falling asleep with me still buried in you.
Waking up to you, knowing I’m where I belong.
Holding the woman I adore for as long as she’ll have me. ”
“Wait.”
I struggle to roll away, so I can look up at him. I reach back for the hand that was on my belly. I tug until it’s between us, then pressing against my middle again.
“I didn’t walk away from what I had just to walk away from you later.
We will figure us out together. I don’t want to hear you talk about us as anything but permanent.
I have never been this adamant about that with anyone.
I wasn’t married when you met me because I needed time to know whether that person was the one for me, and clearly, I know he wasn’t.
I don’t need that time with you. Or rather, I’ve had all the time I need.
Hear me now and hear me well, Daddy. If this ends, it’s because you let me go. Not the other way around, Jorge.”
I settle back on him lap and reach back with my other hand to where his rests on my ass. I try to lift it, and he lets me. I press down to make him spank me.
“We aren’t done yet.”
I grin, but he can’t see it.
“Suddenly, you’re in charge, chiquita? I didn’t get the memo.”
His hand cracks across my ass with enough force to push me forward and make me squeak. I’d scream if I didn’t want his relatives to know what we’re doing.
“Shh, chiquita. Those kinky fuckers downstairs don’t need to know how I pleasure my woman—not that they’d care. They probably wouldn’t even register your screams of pleasure. They’d kill me if I harmed you.”
If I weren’t so focused on my burning ass and giving him all of my undivided attention, I’d have a lot to consider with that admission. He let it slip, but he hasn’t said anything to take it back.
He balances things with a much lighter swat, and I relax completely against him. My body’s like a rag doll. He peppers my ass with playful spanks now. He rubs it like he did before he got started. He nudges my legs apart, and he can see the evidence of how aroused I am.
“I thought you might try to rub your clit against my thigh to get off, little one.”
“I was focused on relaxing, Daddy.”
“When you weren’t making demands that tested my fortitude not to stop and fuck you.”
We chuckle as he helps me onto my feet. We quickly strip. Once we’re both naked, he pulls back the sheet and duvet before getting into bed. He holds his arms out to me, and I crawl over to him, prepared to sit on his lap with both of my legs to one side.
Instead, he guides me to straddle him. His dick’s been at attention since the moment he hugged me when we finished the call to my onkel. I ease onto him, and we both groan as he slips deeper inside me until my pelvis meets his.
He presses my head against his shoulder, running his hand up and down my back.
It doesn’t take much to convince me to lean against him.
As one hand brushes my back, and the other one cups my ass, lightly tapping it, I release a shuddering breath before my body goes lax against his.
I Kegel as we sit together. It’s only a moment later that I tremble as I cry.
He kisses the top of my head over and over.
“Baby girl, the spanking was to get you to let go of the physical strain of trying to manage everything that’s been happening.
Despite my help and my family’s, I know you feel responsible for your.
Your body’s been coiled tight with the stress of helplessness and frustration.
You let all of that go when you gave me control to do what I wanted with your spanking.
Now, you’re at ease enough to let your mind relax too.
You know I’ll take care of you the way you need me to. ”
“You really get it. You get me.”
“I don’t want you to get the wrong idea about my proclivities or me.
You’d think your tears would kill my hard-on, but instead I’m like a fucking steel pole.
It’s not like I get off on your misery, chiquita, but the need to console you and have us feel like we’re one with no ending and no beginning keeps my dick up. ”
“You’d think crying would make my pussy dry up, but what you described is how I feel too. I know you need to be in control. I know you need to console me as much as I need consoling. When we’re like this, there is no end and no beginning. We’re one.”
“Always, chica.”
I believe him. But all of this would be so much easier if we could just find my father.
Neither of us is in a rush to get off, but eventually, we both get restless.
I lean back, and he sucks my right nipple as his hands guide me to grind my clit against his pubic bone.
We’ve both been aroused for so long that we’re coming in a matter of minutes.
“I don’t want to rush us, Liesel, but we need to go back downstairs. Joaquin and Alejandro won’t care how long we’re up here, but I need to check in and see if they’ve made any progress.”
“I refuse to be embarrassed, but it’s hard not to be. I also want to know what’s going on. I needed this, so thank you.”
“Any time, little one.”
We share a quick kiss before heading back downstairs.
It’s only a couple minutes after we join Joaquin and Alejandro that the doorbell rings.
All three guys pull out their guns. Joaquin heads to the front door.
I have to imagine it can’t be anyone with nefarious intent since there are guards staked out around the house, and they’ve allowed us three visitors now.
It’s only a moment later that I recognize Hisham’s voice.
Alejandro, Jorge, and I go out to greet him before we move to the living room.
“I didn’t expect to be back here so soon, but I got news less than a half an hour ago. I was in the car at the time, so I came here directly. My informant figured out some of the banking information Joaquin sent over to me. I learned more about the route the laundered money’s taking.”
I hadn’t realized he’d done that, but it must’ve been while we were all working. I focus on what Hisham’s telling us.
“The amounts change for each transaction, but they eventually add up by the time they make it to the bank in Italy. It’s being laundered through several small merchants in France, then you, Anneliese, along with the banks in Switzerland and the Caymans.”
Both countries prioritize protecting their customers’ anonymity, so that makes those obvious choices.
“So, what does that mean now?”
From the protracted silence, I can tell Hisham’s said all he’s going to. I shift my attention to the other men, and Jorge, Joaquin, and Alejandro all make the same grimace. It’s Alejandro who speaks up.
“That means we have some business to take care of back home. We need to call Tío and see what he thinks of all of this.”
I look around, understanding I can’t listen to the call they must make. I’m not sleepy anymore, so dozing against Jorge won’t occupy me. I don’t want to sit and stare at the walls.
“I’m guessing you don’t need me down here anymore.”
“There’s a TV in the primary bedroom. There are streaming services already logged in.”
“Thank you, Hisham.”
Jorge wraps an arm around my waist and kisses my forehead.
With an audience, we won’t do more than that.
It reassures me enough to help me get by.
I hug him before stepping away. Hisham says his goodbyes and heads out.
Alejandro, Joaquin, and Jorge have practically supersonic hearing.
I’m certain they don’t speak again until after I shut the door upstairs.