Chapter 36 #2
“Gone out. Now… shut the door,” his voice deepened.
Letting out a little huff of irritation, I kicked the door closed.”Arturo, what are you doing in here?” He didn’t answer and just stubbed out his cigarette in my father’s ashtray that usually homed cigar ends. “Arturo, for fucks sake!”
“Watch your tone, darlin’,” he removed his feet from the desk and turned his full attention to me.
“What’s going on with you?” I folded my arms across my chest.
“Take off your clothes and crawl to me.” I raised my eyebrows as his tongue toyed with his lip ring.
“Excuse me?” I was taken aback, nerves taking over my body.
“You heard… Crawl to me like a good fuckin’ girl.” I shook my head, my mouth drying with every passing second.
I turned to lock the door, my stomach somersaulting.
“No.” I frowned and turned back to him. “Leave it unlocked.” His tone was growing lower.
“But someone could come in!” I squeaked.
“True. Why, are you scared, princess?”
“N-no.” That was a damn lie, and he knew it.
“Then leave the door and don’t keep me waitin’. I want to fuck you over the desk.” He wasn’t joking, his tone was dominant and demanding.
I dropped my hand from the door and took a breath to calm my nerves, or at least tried to.
What was this man doing to me?
He watched me through an intense, hooded stare, I turned back to face him. Swallowing, I lifted my tank over my head and tossed it on the chair before unbuttoning my shorts and slowly stepping out of them. I went to drop to my knees when his low, controlling voice stopped me.
“Those too, Bella,” he gestured to my panties.
My fingers toyed with the waistband as my nipples hardened under his stare.
Adrenaline coursed through my veins as I lowered the lace down my legs.
Only this time when I stepped out of them, I tossed them in Arturo’s direction.
In one swift movement, he caught them up and inhaled my scent.
“You smell so fuckin’ sweet, hermosa,” he crooned, eyes wide with delicious dark intent. I sank to my knees. My body shook, and my heart pounded violently. “Keep your eyes on me, Bella,” he ordered.
I crawled across the floor to him, never once taking my eyes off of his. I had never been so turned on in all my life. I didn’t know if that was wrong or if it was so fucking right, but every inch of me burned with desire and need. The need to be bent over and fucked.
At this point, I no longer gave a shit who could walk in and catch us.
“That’s my good girl, doin’ exactly as she’s told,” I finally stopped between his legs, anxiously waiting for him to make his next move.
He gripped my chin between his thumb and forefinger.
“As beautiful as you look on your knees for me, it’s my turn to be brought to my knees for you,” his hands dropped to my waist, yanking me off the floor and onto the desk in one swift movement.
My pussy was already so fucking wet for him, and he hadn’t even had to touch me yet.
“I’m goin’ to lose myself in your sweet cunt.” He tugged my lip between his teeth, making me gasp. “Lay back, and open your legs.”
He gently pushed me back against the desk, my fingers clutching the edges. “Keep your hands there, and don’t move them, understand?” I nodded, knowing that would be harder than it was crawling to him.
Arturo dropped to his knees as my legs fell open for him.
I was more exposed than I had ever been, and the daylight that streamed into the office allowed him to see every inch of my body—there was nowhere to hide.
The first flicker of his tongue skating along my pussy sent violent shudders through me.
“Ahh!” My breath hitched as I dug my fingers harder into the desk.
“Findin’ it hard, princess?” He whispered against my centre. My back arched at the delicious vibrations it sent across my skin. “Let go, and see what happens,”
Part of me knew I shouldn’t and that I should hold on for dear life, but the other part—the part of me that enjoyed his punishments—wanted to see what Arturo had in mind if I did let go.
I gnawed at my lip as I slowly removed one finger at a time.
After a moment, he cracked his neck, clearly amused that I was so ready to misbehave.
The second all my fingers fisted his hair, pulling his head closer, he spat on my clit.
Fuck.
My cheeks flamed at the action but I couldn’t deny the feelings it erupted inside me. The feel of his warm, wet spit trickling down my sensitive flesh made me ache.
“So my dirty little whore likes it when I spit on her pussy, hmm?” he growled, thrusting his fingers into me. There were no words. Lost to his voice and his touch, I arched my back into him crying out as his teeth teased my aching clit.
“Open your mouth for me, hermosa .” His hushed words were demanding.
Something about his tone sent my body spiralling into overdrive.
I let my mouth fall open, waiting for whatever he planned to do.
When he had me at his mercy like this, I didn’t care, he could have done just about anything and I would have taken it all.
He hovered over me, one hand caging me against the desk, the other still buried inside my pussy. “Stick out your tongue.”
I did as he said and looked up into his dark eyes. My heart raced as I waited anxiously to see what he was going to do with my body. On a sly smile, Arturo pulled my chin down further with his thumb before spitting into my mouth.
I didn’t know what to do. I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak, all I could do was swallow—and it sent shudders through me.
Arturo smiled down at me, his fingers sliding into me slow and hard.
“Good girl, now hold onto the desk like I told you.” A small voice questioned how I should feel about what he did, but, honestly?
I wanted more. The desire he was awakening in me made every naughty, depraved pleasure something I welcomed. I’d take anything this man gave me.
Smiling back at him, I gripped the table again and concentrated on the sensations he was building below.
“Fuck!” I yelled. Without warning, Arturo had slapped his hand down against my pussy, spanking my clit.
“Where do you prefer bein’ spanked, Bella? Your pussy or your ass?”
He brought his hand down again, only this time harder. My pussy throbbed at the sensation. If he carried on like that, I wouldn’t last much longer.
“Arturo—”
“Your pussy or your ass, Bella?” He demanded, but he already knew. I was dripping fucking wet for him—there was no hiding it.
“My pussy,” I moaned as he slapped his palm down once more. “Arturo, please?—”
“Does my whore want to get fucked over the desk? Is that what you want, Bella?” His dominant voice was as smooth as melted chocolate. He may have been asking what I wanted, but he knew he could just take it and that I would give in without a second thought.
“Yes…” I whispered, trying to catch my breath.
His hand collided with my clit once again, before thrusting two fingers back inside me.
This man took me to places I never knew existed, and he looked so fucking good while doing it.
He was a god, one that was sent for me and me alone.
His lips claimed mine, thrusting his tongue into my mouth while my pussy clenched around his fingers.
“Come for me, Bella,” his thumb circled my clit as he entered another finger into me.
“Fuck! Arturo!” I cried, not once letting go of the desk. I trembled as the fierce orgasm coursed through my body at record speed.
“ Eso es hermosa, dame todo, ” he growled against my clit.
His tongue, his voice, his scent and everything in between sent me over the edge, my body finally spiralled out of control. I gave him everything until there was nothing else to give.
Once I’d fallen back to earth, Arturo brought his fingers to my mouth on a dark smirk.
“Tell me how incredible you taste.” Without hesitation, I opened my mouth and sucked my arousal from his fingers.
The sweetness of me mixed with the dark, masculine taste of him had me instantly aroused.
“Bend over the desk, princess, I need to fill that tight little cunt with my cum.”
My legs were weaker than I’d anticipated, but in the best possible way.
With Arturo’s help, I climbed off the desk and turned, placing my hands flat against it.
Sighing, I bent over only a little, waiting for his instruction.
His hand found the top of my back and gently pushed me down, pressing my breasts flat against the cool surface.
“When I say bend over, I mean like this.” I glanced over my shoulder as I rested my cheek against the desk.
His eyes never left mine as he unbuttoned his jeans.
Beads of pre-cum formed at the tip of his cock the second he pulled down his boxers. “Beg me, princess..”
“Please, Arturo…” I whimpered as he teased my pussy with the head of his cock, slipping it up and down. “Please…”
“What do you want?”
“Please, fuck me,” I begged, my breathing becoming shallower by the second, as if it were labouring with each breath.
“How do you want to be fucked, Bella?”
“H-hard… come in my pussy… Please…” I whispered.
“You got it, mi hermosa ,” he growled before thrusting his cock inside me.
The cries that left my mouth were unrecognisable as my pussy stretched to accommodate him. But nothing could have prepared me for what was coming next… Just as I was beginning to adjust and get my breathing under control, he slid his finger into my ass.
“Fuck!” I screamed.
“That’s it, Bella. Stay with me.” He demanded.
I whimpered at his words as his fingers dug into my hip, keeping me exactly where he wanted me.
Closing my eyes, I did my best to do as he said, but the sensations were so overwhelming.
With his fingers circling my clit, his other in my ass, and his cock filling my pussy to the hilt, I felt so full.
I was a goner. My eyes rolled back in my head as he fucked me faster and faster.
It was too much. I could feel myself losing control of my own body.
I was his, every single inch of me was his and I relished in it.
“You’re so fuckin’ tight, Bella,” he groaned as he destroyed me. A kiss then a bit to my shoulder made me gasp.
“Your cock was made for my pussy, Arturo,” I moaned, not giving a shit what came out of my mouth anymore. I was too far gone to care.
“That fuckin’ mouth, hermosa , is goin’ to get you into trouble.”
“Then it’s a good thing you like it,” I breathed. “Come for me, Arturo… please… Fill my pussy.” Oh, how the tables had turned, before he was calling the shots, his demands caused me to tremble, but now… now I loved every second.
“Is that what my greedy whore wants? Tell me how much you want me to fill your tight fuckin’ pussy,” he demanded, and just like that he took back control.
Did I fight it?
Of course not.
“More than my next breath.” I begged, my fingers clawing at the desk.
His hand stopped circling my clit as he wrapped it around my throat, slowly cutting off my air supply.
“I’m goin’ to come for you, Bella, and you won’t breathe until your pussy is drippin’,” his grip tightened.
He fucked me hard, fast, and raw, as I tried my best not to fight against him. The urge to take my next breath was eating me alive. But the way it made my body tingle and my skin burn was a feeling like no other. I was vulnerable, and I was his.
“Fuck, Bella!” he moaned, as he filled my pussy as he promised. And finally, his hand loosened, letting me take quick, sharp breaths. “You take my cock so fuckin’ well,” he pulled my body flush to his, replacing his hand on my neck with kisses.
A mixture of his cum and mine began to trickle down my inner thigh, as my breathing began to slow. I turned to face Arturo, who wore a well, and truly fucked smile.
“You continue to surprise me,” he whispered against my lips.
“And I intend to for as long as you’ll have me,” I blushed, but his expression told me I shouldn’t have.
“Forever then?” He placed his lips on mine and cupped my cheek, savouring this moment with me.
“What the fuck is going on in here?!”