38. Beep Beep
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Deirdre
I admire myself in the mirror as I clasp the gold necklace around my neck to complete my look. My hair turned out perfect, and this green corset dress Alora designed is everything . I spritz my cherry fragrance over my shelf and grab my evening bag before stepping out of the room.
“Happy birthday, César,” I say as I come down the stairs to greet him.
“Wow. Happy birthday, indeed,” he murmurs, taking my hand to turn me around. “You sure we gotta leave the house? Because I’m already thinking about bringing you back here to lay you out.”
“Hmm. Hold that thought,” I respond, holding my finger up before heading back upstairs.
I squat to retrieve the “toy box” from underneath my bed and search for a remote that looks like a key fob, tucking it in my palm. I find the matching toy, disappear inside the en suite to insert it, and return downstairs. With a smirk, I place the “key” in César’s hand.
“What is this?” he asks with a raised brow.
“A key," I answer sarcastically.
“Key for what exactly?”
“Press button and see,” I challenge with a wink.
césar
7:10 p.m. | ‘the ninth incident’
I press the button and hear a faint buzzing, and Deirdre jumps a little.
“That kind of remote control. Alright. I like the way you think, Doe,” I praise.
“I figured you would,” she says with a smile, leaning in to kiss me on the cheek.
I toy with her a bit on the drive there just to see her squirm and am looking forward to an eventful night, thanks to her.
We pull up to this fancy new restaurant in town called Tastebud. I wanted to bring her here because it’s apparently a favorite of hers back home. Her face lights up when she spots the sign, and I know that I’ve made the right choice.
I park and hand the keys over to the valet, excited for a real date with her on my arm. I know it’s a risk for us both, but what’s one night?
The hostess greets us and leads us to a table tucked away from the rest of the crowd, and I am glad I requested that considering the toy currently resting in Deirdre’s pussy that’s begging for my attention. I rest my hand in my pocket carefully to avoid pressing the remote.
Not now, Doe. Be a good girl and wait.
I scan the menu, but Deirdre is already excited to order her usual once again. I’m hoping on a night like tonight, she feels a little less homesick. The waiter takes our drink orders, and Deirdre starts making faces from her seat.
“Are you okay?” I ask with wrinkled brows.
“Of course,” she assures with a playful smile.
I scan the menu as we make conversation. As she shares her favorite dishes, she lights up while talking about the roasted chicken, and it’s so cute. She mentions the dessert menu and assures that we’re going to have a good time tonight.
We most definitely will.
When she starts talking about work, I listen attentively, reminding myself not to accidentally share anything specific about my job. Then she stops mid-sentence and resumes talking, I glance up to find her eyeing me curiously.
What is going on with her?
“Doe, what’s wrong?”
“Nothing. This chair is a bit uncomfortable.”
“I’ll flag down the waiter and get you a different chair, mi beba .”
“No. I’ll be fine,” she states through gritted teeth, leaving no room for argument, and excuses herself to the bathroom.
The waiter approaches the table while she’s gone, so I order for us. Steak for me and roasted chicken for her. I mention the chair to him before he leaves, and he swaps it out before she returns.
My hands rest in my lap as we talk more about our interests, treating this like the first date we should’ve had.
She flinches a few times more, and I stare incredulously, but she waves me off again.
I straighten my spine and give her a look, and keep my voice low. “Do you we need to go home? I can get our order to go,” I assure.
She avoids my question and blurts nervously, “Do you want to go to the Divin anniversary party with me? It’s the location’s tenth anniversary, and it’s a big deal for me.
I’d like you to come as my date, if you’re free.
My family doesn’t usually do anything with this branch, so we should be free of them for the night.
Just us,” she reassures me and shifts in her seat.
“Of course, I will,” I say, reaching across the table to take her hands in mine.
Her eyes widen, and before I can even ask, we’re interrupted by a young man who approaches our table to introduce himself as one of the valets.
“Is everything alright?” I ask.
He scratches his head as he explains that for some reason, he believes my key fob is dead since he hasn’t been able to unlock my car door to move it.
What the fuck?
That’s strange, and I’m not sure what I can do to remedy this.
He is walking me through his experience and pressing the button in demonstration when I spot Deirdre out the corner of my eye fidgeting and taking deep breaths as she readjusts in her seat, then it clicks for me.
That facial expression tells me all I need to know.
I know that face, she’s about to come.
The valet continues unsuspectingly pressing the button with his back to her. At least he doesn’t know what’s happening. But the thought of another man making her come, even by accident, sends jealousy raging through me.
“Oh my goodness. I just remembered. That’s the key fob for my wife’s car. I’m so sorry about this mix-up. They look so similar,” I say as I look into my pocket for the actual car keys. I place them in his hand and snatch the other keys. Deirdre sighs in relief of them being in their rightful place.
“Thank you so much, young man,” I say, grabbing my wallet to tip him a hundred-dollar bill for the trouble he’s unknowingly caused. He thanks me profusely for the tip, tucking it in his pocket quickly as if he’s scared I’m going to change my mind.
Deirdre sits across from me stifling laughter and looks as if she is going to explode from holding it in. This tests my resolve as I do my best to maintain a straight face in front of this kid who has no idea what is going on behind him.
“I hope you and your wife have a wonderful night. Thanks again,” he says softly to us both and exits the restaurant to actually park my truck.
My wife, huh?
When he’s out of earshot, we erupt with laughter, and when we settle down, our food comes.
“I know it’s your birthday, but can you do something for me?”
“Anything.”
“Wear the mask tonight. I read it in a book once,” she says in a low voice and takes a bite of food while she awaits my response.
I love when she asks for what she wants.
She’s earned a break for the rest of dinner after that little mishap, but after we leave, it’s on. I tease her with the toy randomly throughout the drive home, because if she wants to be played with, who am I to deny her?
We barely make it inside the house before she drops to her knees as soon as I lock the door behind us. Pawing at my pants and licking her lips as she removes my belt.
“Mask, please?” she asks, removing it from my pocket and holding it up.
She pulls out my dick and proceeds to rub the precum over her lips before sucking gently on the tip.
Dios mio.
I slip the balaclava over my face and thrust into her pretty mouth. She grips the back of my legs and peers up at me with desire in those watery eyes. I try to relieve her, but she pulls me in to take even more of me down that throat.
Fuckkk.
She gets whatever she wants. Even on my birthday, because she made it special.
I nearly come and have to stop her, because she needs to fall apart first. So, I pull my pants up and usher her upstairs where she undresses to reveal another crotchless lingerie set. Similar to one she’s wore before, except this one is purple.
Coincidence? I think not.
She then kneels before me, awaiting my command. I slip into my role, the lion preying on the deer. So sweet, so innocent, so beautiful.
“Are you afraid, Doe?”
Her throat bobs with a swallow. “The opposite.”
“ Déjame ver. Spread those legs and show me how brave you are.”
She obeys, climbing on the bed to splay herself in front of me, rubbing her glistening pussy while she holds my gaze.
“Such a good little doe,” I praise as she performs for me. I am craving her, but I still want to play before I indulge.
I compare the first time I laid eyes on her to now, and it’s just as thrilling. She could be my demise, and I’d welcome her with open arms. My only ask is that she makes it quick and painless.
“Do you want to be a little slut tonight? Just for me?”
She nods eagerly in response.
I approach slowly, enraptured in her facial expression as she makes herself come with her fingers.
I dip my head to slip a nipple into my mouth and suck, maintaining eye contact as she hums, maintaining the rhythm on that gorgeous clit. I rub and flick her nipples, and the sexy moans she makes have me dying to be inside her.
“Can I touch what’s mine?” I ask, and she nods in response.
I kneel behind her on the bed, pressing my hard dick into her back as I wrap one hand around her neck, using the other to caress her sensitive clit. She arches into me and sobs in pleasure.
She comes alive at the touch of my hand, and I use that power wisely. I nip and lick her neck as she grinds her pussy to chase this high.
“Come on my fingers if you want me to fuck you, mi beba ,” I order, tightening my grip on her neck.
“César,” she cries, grinding faster until she unravels, uttering and weeping as she comes down.
Deirdre turns to me, and we lie back for a moment as she nuzzles into my chest. I indulge in that sweet cherry scent while I hold her in my arms.
“You tired, baby?”
“Not at all,” she quips, running her hands along my erection.
“Show me, then,” I challenge, and she wastes no time, reaching for her bedside table and retrieving a condom.
Take whatever you want, Doe. I’m yours.
She tugs down my pants and makes quick work of slipping the condom on and straddles my lap, like she can read my mind.
“Ride me, Doe. Use me like a toy to make yourself come.”
Her breath hitches, and she moans as she rubs my dick over her clit before sliding down on it. She takes it slow as her pussy stretches around me, grinding slow and steady.
I spank her ass, and she moans in my ear, riding me harder.
“Fuck. You’re so pretty, baby.”
She beams under my praise, and I take turns giving attention to her full breasts, begging to be sucked.
She guides herself on me, picking up her speed, and I am amazed by her.
“That’s right. Bounce that ass up and down on my dick. Buena .”
She moans as she grazes her clit and shuts her eyes.
That just won’t do. I need to see her.
I tilt her chin toward me and place a kiss on her lips.
“ Mìrame ,” I demand in a low voice, and she nods and locks eyes with me. Her nails dig into my back as her pleasure builds.
“César, fuck. Please don’t stop,” she pleads.
“Come, baby. Ahora mismo .”
I feel her squeezing around me, and as she spasms on my dick,.I suck harder on her tetas as she rides out her pleasure on me.
“ Cono . You took me so well,” I compliment, and she bites her lip in response. “You want more?” I ask with a smirk,
“I didn’t want you to stop,” she challenges.
An idea comes to mind, and since it’s my birthday, I hope she’s on board with it.
“I need to fuck you in your office,” I demand, leading her off the bed and outside the bedroom.
“Why my office?” she asks curiously.
“Because I want to bend you over that desk,” I admit, holding her hand as we travel down the stairs.
“Well, that’s reason enough.” She chuckles and opens the door.
I reward her with a spank so loud, my dick twitches in my pants. Without argument, she does as she’s told, bending over her desk and arching her back toward me. The heart shape of her plump ass drives me wild, and I can’t help but to spread her cheeks and tongue-fuck that pretty puckered hole.
She gasps in surprise and whimpers as I snake my hand around to toy with her swollen clit, and she arches into me.
“Fuck, yes baby. You taste so fucking good,” I praise as I rub the soft globes of her ass. I return to my height, standing behind her. “Can I fill both your needy holes?”
“Oh my god,” she sobs, arching her back higher. “Yes, Sir. Please?”
“Tell me what you’re begging for. Cuéntame ,” I urge, running my hands over her back.
“I need to be filled, Sir. Please?” she whines.
“Good girl, asking for what you want.”
I tease her as I part her pussy lips with my dick and slap it against her until she begs. She’s so eager that her walls clench around me as soon as I enter.
“Your pussy is so fucking greedy, baby. You need to be fucked so bad.”
“Mmhm,” she hums as I bottom out, sliding my thumb into her ass.
I thrust into her at a punishing pace, and she takes it, moaning and screaming as her pussy grips me.
“You need to come? Come with me. Come, mi beba. Ahora ,” I order, smacking her ass as I spill into the condom and she unravels on my dick with none other than my name on her tongue.
Because she is mine .
If death looks this fucking beautiful, I may reconsider.