Chapter 21 #2
She nods. We already discussed what we think will be her limits.
I watch like a hawk in case we overestimated them.
I continue to alternate the paddle and the crop until her ass is apple red.
More than this, and I’ll leave welts. I’m not ready for that.
I don’t know that I’ll ever be ready to mark her like that.
She told me about the themes in the shifter romances she loves.
I’d mark her with a bite on her neck, but I won’t wound her.
At least, that’s what it would feel like if I left more severe marks on her ass.
I slide onto the bed between her thighs, inhaling her scent.
She’s so fucking wet that I can see the cream in her cunt.
I swipe my tongue through it. I’ve done this before with other partners and enjoyed it.
But I’ve never relished it like I do with Tre.
It’s never been something I crave doing.
It began the night in the hotel, and now I want it constantly.
Part of it is watching her when I’m between her thighs like this.
I can’t see her expression well because she’s lying on her belly.
I did it on purpose to edge both of us. Her muffled moans and the way she tries to rock her hips against my mouth as I flick her clit with my tongue have me rubbing my cock against the mattress for more temporary relief.
“Don’t come for me, Tre. Not yet.”
I return to my teasing, and she attempts to scream. Her fists pound the mattress as she attempts to pull away. She can’t go anywhere. To reinforce that, I pin her hips down. When she stops writhing, I ease two fingers into her. I stroke the satin within her as the other hand twirls her butt plug.
“Fwu—”
She swears as best she can, but it’s more of a garbled sound with the gag in as she scrunches her eyes shut.
When she pants rather than breathes deeply, I pull back.
I release her left ankle and wrist before doing the same on her right side.
I ease her onto her back before bending over to suckle her tits.
We’ve been reading pregnancy sites and books together.
I know it won’t be long before her breasts begin producing colostrum.
Around sixteen weeks, they might even leak it.
I admitted my curiosity a couple nights ago before sucking just as I am now.
She fears it’ll be a turn off. I don’t know whether that and her milk will be, but for now, I fantasize tasting it.
More kinks I never knew I might have. Ones I have only because of her.
She cups my head, her fingers weaving into my hair. She knows she doesn’t have control except to end this, so she doesn’t press down. Instead, her nails graze my scalp. I won’t last much longer as my huevos tighten. I lift my head to kiss her.
“How’re you doing?”
“I need you, Joaco. I ache and burn for you to be inside me. I love the foreplay, but I need you to make love to me.”
She stares up at me, and I know she said it because she understood what I was too scared to say earlier.
“All day and all night for the rest of time, chica.”
We know that’s not possible, but she appreciates the sentiment.
I ease the vaginal spreader out of her before climbing onto the bed.
I roll onto my back, bringing her with me to straddle me.
She shakes her head and turns around. She eases onto me, partly to drive me insane and partly to test how much she can manage.
When she’s seated to the hilt, she leans forward, bracing herself on my shins.
The view I have—she wiggles her hips. I grasp both ass cheeks, spreading and pushing them up, still conscientious not to tug on her injury.
She rides me as I stare at the plug, knowing I’ll soon claim that part of her too.
“Joaco, so good.”
“I know, chica. You are so fucking beautiful. Magnificent.”
My left hand glides up to her lower back before curling around her waist. I pull, and she sits up. She rocks now rather than rising and falling. She cups my huevos and rubs just behind them.
“Tre, I’ll come too soon if you keep doing that.”
“You’ve never been one and done. I want this.”
I press her hips forward and sit up. I wrap my arms around her, my left hand going to her clit as my right cups her left breast. We rub and cup each other’s body until neither of us can bear waiting.
“Come, chiquita.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Her cunt contracts around my cock, milking me.
“I might keep you pregnant all the time because being bare inside you is the greatest feeling I’ve ever experienced.”
“You could always pull out.”
I hear no seriousness in her voice, and I wonder if she’s truly thought about more children with me.
We know we won’t do that without marriage.
One child is one thing, but multiple without marriage isn’t something either of us is comfortable with.
Call it our Catholic upbringing or family tradition.
Either way, I want more children with her, and I want to bind my life to hers.
“Come, Tre.”
She tilts her head back against my shoulder as she squeezes my dick again.
“I am! Come too!”
I bounce her on my cock twice more before I release my cum into the woman who’ll soon be my wife.
I can barely keep my eyes open now, and Tre’s breathing deeply next to me.
Both of us are exhausted from all the rounds of sex we just had.
We skipped lunch and feasted on one another.
The sleep will do her good. I ease my way out of bed and grab a pair of pajama pants before stepping out of the room.
I head down to the kitchen where I can hear anybody who comes home as well as if Tre moves around upstairs.
I call my Tío and then make it a conference call since none of my cousins or brothers are at his house right now.
I want to know who planted the seed with Francesco that there might be any disloyalty here and that Salvatore might not fully back him.
He couldn’t have come up with this on his own.
I have a few questions I want to mull over with my family.
“Was it one of the bratva since they didn’t support them during the turf war? Maybe they’re pretending as though they’re making amends. Or do you think it could be the Kutsenkos trying to get in a couple last digs since the proxy war is supposed to be over?”
“It could be the Irish just as easily.” It’s Pablo who speaks up.
“I don’t know about that, but do you think they could be up to their old shenanigans? Could they be all right with allowing women to get injured?” Jorge’s alternative is possible, but I don’t think it’s probable.
“I really don’t believe that’s the case.” Tío Enrique takes the words right out of my mouth.
Before I can say as much, Alejandro chimes in.
“No way. They’re all married now. If any of our wives turned up injured, then their wives would find out.
They’d question their husbands. As much as the men may not care about the women in the other families, none of us wants to admit to our wives—or even worse, lie to our wives— about whether someone injured a wife from another family. ”
Tío Enrique begs a question I’ve been ruminating on too. “Could Salvatore somehow be doing this to manipulate all the Italian factions and frame us or the Boston Cosa Nostra?”
I think I may have an answer—that leads to more questions.
“Anything’s possible at this point, Tío, but why would Salvatore agree to a sit-down with me all the way up here if he was responsible for it?
If he talked his way out of a meeting, we would suspect him even more.
So why didn’t he suggest meeting with you in New York?
Coming all the way up here seems like a lot of inconvenience just to manipulate me when he could attempt that in New York. ”
Javier joins the conversation. “I think you’re going to have some work ahead of you. You need to dig even deeper into everyone than we have. Put those expensive hacking skills to use.”
Undergrad at MIT and grad school at Harvard weren’t cheap. Our parents all paid for our undergrad degrees, but each of us was on our own for grad school.
“I will. I’ll go as deep into their emails and call records as I can. I’ll look at the files saved on their clouds as well as anything in their computers. I’ll look particularly for contracts.”
“Sounds good. Keep us posted.”
Tío Enrique wraps up the call, and I slip back upstairs. Tre only gets another hour to nap before her parents are home, and we help make dinner.
“Are you going to get any sleep tonight, Daddy?”
“I’ll try, chica, but there’s stuff I need to get done tonight.”
“All right. Are you going to work here?”
“Yes. It’s easier than being in another part of the house. I don’t want your parents questioning what I’m working on or why I’m moving around their home in the middle of the night.”
I don’t want to get shot.
“Okay.”
Tre rolls away from me and shuffles her pillow until she’s comfortable.
I haven’t opened my laptop yet, which sits on the bedside table.
I curl around Tre, happily spooning her, kissing her bare shoulder.
I look forward to being back in New York, either at her place or mine.
Preferably our place where she can sleep completely naked.
Right now, she has on a tank top and sleep shorts.
I rest my hand over her belly, which is now our favorite way to fall asleep. Tonight, she overlaps her hand with mine, and we interlock our fingers.
“Joaco, I’m sure you have work you need to get back to in New York. Thank you for staying with me right now. I’m glad to have my parents and you around. I know the only one who’s enjoying that is me, but it means the world to me.”
“Chiquita, I’ll do anything that makes you feel comfortable and safe. If that means staying with your parents, then I’m more than happy to oblige.”