Chapter 21
Chapter Twenty-One
Joaquin
Wonders shall never cease. Somehow, Emilio convinced Salvatore to agree to a sit-down.
He’ll even come up to Boston, but that’s only because he doesn’t want to force Tre to travel.
He does realize, after all, that there’s no way in hell I’d leave her behind here.
He was supposed to come two days after the accident, which was the day Tre was discharged.
He’s been delayed because his daughter Pia had appendicitis and needed to have it removed.
I’m glad he’s coming, but I really have to question why.
I have a ton of questions for my family before I’m prepared to meet with him. I want to be fully prepared.
It’s been three days since Tre was discharged from the hospital and we came to her parents’ house. We’re both still sore, each of us with stitches and me with road rash.
As much as I’d love to have more privacy with Tre, I’m glad she has her parents’ house to go to. They’ve welcomed me in, not exactly with open arms, but neither of them has shot me, stabbed me, or poisoned me, so I count those as small mercies.
Right now, everyone’s at work, and it’s blessedly quiet in the house with just Tre and me.
“Daddy, I’m finally cleared to have sex. It’s felt like an eternity.”
Our relationship’s only grown deeper with each day.
I trust Tre in ways I never conceived I could any woman.
I enjoy her company, and I never imagined I’d find that with someone outside my family.
But we’ve missed the intimacy. The showing each other how much we care for each other beyond words.
We’ve been patient and survived with what we’ve been able.
Good God, she has a talented mouth. But now we can have it all.
It won’t be a quick fuck.
I’m ready to do something I’ve never done before.
Make love.
“I’ve missed it too, little one. Strip for me.”
We discussed purchasing some toys and implements, either going to a store to get them or ordering them to be delivered here.
We definitely agreed we couldn’t have the guards scan them, then bring them in the house where her parents could see them.
We haven’t been relegated to isolation. We’ve gone out since the attack.
But we’ve ensured all the guards surround Tre as she gets out of the vehicle.
I remain by her side, getting out before her.
We didn’t love having them witness us go inside a sex shop, but we agreed it was less humiliating to have my men come with us than any of the Vizzini ones. I can guarantee my men’s discretion. They know what I’ll do to them if they violate my trust.
“Yes, Daddy.”
Fuck. I love the sound of that word. She uses it whenever we’re in private.
We still have no desire for age play. Neither of us can picture Tre behaving younger than she is.
Instead, it’s a sign that our trust in one another grows by the day.
She knows implicitly that I’ll stand by her no matter what.
“You’re such a tease.”
“Only for you.”
She takes her time lifting her shirt over her head, revealing the lacy bra we bought. It supports her tits but leaves her nipples bare. The temptation to suck on them nearly has me stop her striptease, but I’m a glutton for punishment.
She draws out my agony as she unfastens her jeans and shimmies them down her hips.
She kicks them toward me with a giggle that makes my cock bounce against my pants.
I’m hard as a fucking pole, though that’s not a new condition for me.
I’m in a permanent state of arousal these days.
The only upside is Tre’s soaking wet for me any time I slide my fingers into her.
I know she’s as turned on as I am all the fucking time. It’s why we need this.
“Come here, my little temptress.”
She walks toward me as she reaches back to unclasp her bra. She twirls it on her finger before flinging it at me. I catch it and hold onto it, shoving it in my pocket. She watches me as I do it, curiosity in her gaze.
“I want it nearby, so you can change into it whenever I want. Whenever I wish to make a meal of your fine tits, chica.”
She’s within reach, so I grasp the front of her thong and tug her toward me. I press my fingers through the lace and shred it. They’re crotchless—a surprise I didn’t know she was wearing today.
“You’ve been planning to seduce me, huh?”
She stands on her toes to bring her lips as close to my ear as she can.
“Yes.”
It’s more a breathy whisper than a statement.
I could’ve left the thong intact. Hell, I could’ve fucked her with them on since that’s their point.
“Do not wear panties anymore, Tre. I’ve told you that before, and you were obeying. I want to know that every moment of the day your pussy’s ready for me. I can have it whenever I need it.”
“You need my vag?”
“I do. Knowing we can be together again has kept me going. You’ve made me an addict.”
“Mmm. Perhaps I shouldn’t enable you.”
She tries to pull away, but I lift her off her feet and guide her legs around my waist. I kiss her neck before grazing my teeth along the skin that’s faintly flavored by her perfume.
“I’ll make you crave me as much as I do you.”
“Promise?”
“Count on it.”
Our lips come together, our tongues dueling until I spank her. She immediately lets me take over and control our kiss. I know she did it on purpose to goad me. It’s a game we play, and we both enjoy it. She submits so beautifully.
I carry her to the bed and pull her loose from me before tossing her on the mattress.
I roll her over and pull her to the edge.
I’m still wary of being too rough, so I move slowly now.
The sight of her stretched out, her smooth skin so enticing, has me unfastening my pants and pulling my cock free.
My huevos ache so much I stroke myself twice.
She twists to look over her shoulder and glowers at me, not a fan of me taking things literally into my own hands.
“If you don’t want it over the moment I slip into you, you’ll let me have a moment to ease my fucking balls.”
“Humph.”
She playfully pouts. It earns her another spank before I turn the butt plug I put in before we went down for breakfast this morning.
She said she’s had anal a few times, but it wasn’t something she enjoyed.
I wasn’t going to press the issue, not wanting to make her feel compelled to do something only for my sake.
She reasoned she might like it better if her ass is more prepared.
She’s been wearing incrementally larger plugs since we went shopping—the day after she came home.
She moans as I toy with her, sliding it almost all the way out before thrusting it into her.
She’s wearing the biggest one. It still doesn’t compare to what she’ll take from me, but she’s ready.
I press it to the flange and leave it there as I bend over and bite the cheek I spanked, knowing it already tingles.
“Be a good chiquita and wait here.”
“I can try.”
I spank her other cheek before I walk to the dresser where we keep our stash. She rolls over to watch me. I hold up a paddle, and she nods against the pillow. I hold up a riding crop, and she nods more vigorously. Next comes a vaginal spreader.
“Do you really need that? I’m already so fucking wet, Joaco. You’ll slide in so easily.”
“I don’t doubt that. I can see it on your thighs. I want a full view of all of it. I want to see the place I fucked a baby into you.”
We’ve found thinking about making our child together brings out a deeply possessive side to both of us. Only I give her cum, and only she gets mine. While we don’t have a true Dom/sub relationship, the thought satisfies both of us in our dynamic during sex.
“Okay, Daddy.”
I pull out a ball gag and show her.
“Most definitely if you don’t want the guards outside to hear me.”
“No one is listening to me ma—master my woman.”
Fucking hell. I nearly let my true sentiments slips.
I’m not ready to say “make love” out loud yet.
She watches me even more intently. She guessed what I was about to say, but I can’t tell if she wants to hear it.
She knows I’d never use it as just a turn of phrase.
I don’t want to pressure her if she doesn’t feel the same.
Finally, I gather the cuffs that attach to the under-the-bed restraints we bought.
We make sure to keep them tucked under the mattress with the comforter as an extra layer.
I whittled over her helping me lift the mattress to put them in place, but she promised she would slide them in while I lifted.
I saunter to the bed, teasing her in return for what she did earlier.
I notice the eagerness in her gaze and how she clutches the sheets in anticipation.
She rolls back onto her belly, only moderately patient.
I begin with the cuffs, positioning her spread eagle.
I’m exceedingly careful placing the spreader.
I’m still nervous it might be too soon, but she’s assured me the doctor gave us the green light, and she knows her body well enough that she might murder me if I don’t stuff her full with my cock—her words not mine.
I trail the edge of the riding crop along her spine, watching her shiver.
When I reach the base, I bring the paddle down over both cheeks—careful to avoid her still recovering wound.
Her ass immediately blooms into a rosy hue.
It does it three more times, tempering my strength.
Now that she’s pregnant, I’d do that regardless of the scare we just had.
With her legs wide open, it makes it easy to bring the crop down on her cunt.
“Daddy!”
She shrieks, completely unprepared for the rush of sensation. I chuckle, allowing her that chance to scream before fitting the gag in her mouth.
“Snap if it’s too much, Tre.”