Chapter 7 – Alana
Chapter
Seven
ALANA
Iwake in the night to Alejandro softly kissing my neck and his warm hand sliding between my thighs, which I willingly part for him.
“Alex,” I groan, pleasure already coursing through my veins. It’s grossly unfair the way my body responds to him so easily like this. I am putty in his hands, and he knows it.
“Hey, princesa,” he growls.
“Hey.” I push my ass back against him, feeling his cock, rock-hard and ready to go, as usual. At least the feeling is mutual. “What’s up? Apart from you, that is?” I giggle at my own lame joke.
He sighs softly, his warm breath dusting over my neck. “I couldn’t sleep.” His tone is weary and it makes me a little nervous.
“Is everything okay?”
He kisses my neck, fingers gliding lazily between my thighs. “It’s just work. Nothing you need to worry about.”
“You can talk to me though, you know that? Anything that worries you is important to me too. If you’re concerned about something—”
“I told you it’s nothing for you to be concerned about,” he interrupts, sounding annoyed. He must be, because he slips his hand out from between my thighs.
I take the opportunity to roll onto my back. “Maybe I can help.”
“No, not with this. It’s my job to protect you, Alana, and that means keeping you as separate from that part of my life as possible.”
“Alex, I do understand that,” I say honestly, “but wasn’t it you who said, just a few hours ago, that you trusted me enough to share all of your secrets with me? That meant something to me.”
He wraps his arms around me, holding me close until his breath is warming my neck. “This isn’t about me not trusting you. I just don’t want you in that part of my world. It’s dark and dangerous and everything you’re not.”
“I’m not sure the world really works like that, Alex. If it’s a part of your life, then it’s mine too, whether you like it or not. Sooner or later, you’re going to have to trust that I can handle it.”
He nips me gently on the shoulder. “I know you can handle it, princesa, but I’d much prefer that you don’t have to.”
His hand slides over my stomach, picking up where we left off a moment ago, and I sense that means this is the end of our conversation.
I could keep pressing him, but we’d possibly end up in another argument.
I don’t need, or want, the details of what he does all day every day, but I also feel so helpless when he’s so obviously distracted and worried by something.
My mind wanders to him having to rush off for a while after dinner tonight. Whatever it was, it was important enough for him to leave me with Bobby. Maybe it was something to do with that. Or…
“Is it something to do with Lucia?” I risk one final question.
“No. If it was anything concerning something important to you I would tell you, okay? Can you trust me on that?”
I’m satisfied with that for now. “Yes. I can.”
He hums against my neck. “Good. By the way, I just remembered that I still haven’t given you your spanking from the other night.”
I roll onto my side again, facing away from him and wiggling my ass against his hard length.
Teasing him so that he’ll snap enough to relieve some of the tension in him.
This is the way I help him deal with whatever was going on in his life, isn’t it?
It’s not perfect, but it’s what we have for now.
“Surely, you want to do that right now?” I feign my protest.
He nips at my earlobe. “Yes.”
“Even though I’m all warm and snuggly and you could just slide your cock inside me and fuck me back to sleep instead?”
His cock jerks against me as though it has a mind of its own and is signaling it prefers the latter option. “Yes, even though,” he growls.
“But I’ve been a good girl tonight, sir. I’m not sure I deserve a spanking,” I purr. “You were the naughty one who threatened to break someone’s arm.”
Another feral growl. “Well, you know I’m an only child. I don’t play well with others. And I definitely do not share my favorite toys.”
His hand dips between my thighs once more, fingers sliding easily through my slick center and nudging at my opening. I suppress a satisfied groan. “So, I’m just a toy?”
“Mh-hmm,” he murmurs against my neck, aware of the game I’m playing. The vibration of his mouth on my skin sends shivers down my spine. “But not just any toy. My favorite one.” He slides a finger inside me.
I gasp at the intrusion. “You’re a very bad man.”
“Yes I am, and we both know that.” Abruptly, he slips his hand from between my thighs and sits up with his back against the headboard. “So get your ass up here. Now.”
I groan loudly, feigning a protest as I shuffle until I’m lying across him with my bare ass over his lap.
A nervous energy thrums around my entire body.
I adore his spankings, and the aftercare even more so.
He slides his warm hands over my ass cheeks and groans.
“This ass is fucking incredible. I’m going to turn it a beautiful shade of pink, and then I’m going to fuck it. ”
My thighs clench together at the thought. This man is a devil, and I love him so much that sometimes I feel like I can hardly breathe through the intensity of the feelings he stirs in me. As if reading my mind, he cups my chin with his hand and turns my head before kissing me softly.
“Te quiero, princesa.”
“I love you too.”
That’s all the tenderness I’m getting for now, and a second later, his hand lands sharply on the fleshy part of my ass cheek, sending a jolt of heat and pleasure shooting through me.
Alejandro gives two types of spankings—one for punishment and one for pleasure.
This is most definitely the latter. But both make him hard—and me hot, wet and needy.
He lands a dozen more strokes before he slides two of his thick fingers inside me, and the sound of my arousal fills the room as he drags them in and out. When he stops, I glance over my shoulder to see him sucking them clean. My core contracts with need.
“Your cream tastes so much sweeter after a spanking.” Then he slaps my ass again, making me groan. “I think I should put you over my knee every single day. What do you think about that idea?”
“Yes,” I pant out loud, and he laughs darkly.
“That’s my good girl.”
Yes, I am his good girl. I’ll be whatever he needs, because he’s everything I need too.