I wait for more wax to melt, so I press her tits up. I begin on the underside and mark her. I leave love bites all over both, but never where any could show if her clothes shift. I trail my teeth down her ribs to her belly. I suck the skin around her belly button, but I bite the flesh at her waist. It’s enough to make her squirm without leaving teeth marks. Instead, I leave more love bites. I straighten to examine my work.
“Papí, ¿puedo ver también, por favor?” Daddy, can I see too, please?
“Sí, puedes.” Yes, you can.
I slide the blindfold up, and she gazes down at her body before looking across the room at the mirror that reflects how she’s spread open to me. She lifts her head as she arches her back to see beneath her tits.
“That’s so fucking hot. And I don’t mean it as a pun.”
I smile before she settles on the bed again. I slide the blindfold back into place. I remove the weights, replacing them with a vaginal spreader. I stare for a moment, a little too excited by the sight. I unfasten my pants and push down my boxer briefs because myhuevosare about to mutiny. My cock’s leaking. I stroke once as though that might relieve some of the ache.
“Daddy, are you jerking off?”
Annoyed.
That’s the only way to describe Flora’s tone. She doesn’t want to miss the sight and doesn’t want to miss out on the action. She’s made that clear before.
“What can you do if I were?”
She knows I’m taunting her because her hands are bound. Nothing’s forcing her to keep them over her head besides her choice. She opens her mouth wide and playfully licks all the wayaround her lips. Then she flicks her tongue like I do when I’m going down on her.
Tempting.
Instead, I reach for the vibrator she picked out. She says it’ll have to do when I’m traveling. I warned her with a spanking that she’ll only get herself off when I give her permission and can watch on a video call.
I turn it on the lowest setting and slip it into her. She’s breathing evenly, but I know she’s waiting for me to turn it up. Such a shame I won’t yet. Instead, I strip and grab the bottle of lube before withdrawing the vibrator. Her cream coats it, but I add lube to it. Then, I lift her legs and duck beneath the spreader to kneel between her thighs, the bar resting on my shoulders. I ease the vibrator into her ass, and she yelps. She obviously didn’t hear me turn it up.
I pour lube onto my fingers and ease two into her cunt. I work her with slow purpose. I rub her G-spot, my other hand pressing on her belly right where I know she loves it. I know she wants me to fill her more. I ease my ring finger into her, watching it and thinking about what it would be like to see a wedding band on it. I’m not as opposed to that thought as I was a couple months ago when I recognized Javier and Madeline were on their way to an engagement.
“Papí, por favor!”
Flora’s plea brings my full attention back to her. A wave of guilt hits me for not being entirely attentive to her, but I remind myself I was daydreaming about us. But I want to be present for this and enjoy every hitch of her breath as I edge her. I work my pinky into her, and she shifts her hips. I recognize her unspoken plea for my thumb to rub her clit, but that’s not what I want.
I twist the vibrator in her ass, and she practically screams when she feels my fingers press against it through the thin layerof skin separating them. I know the sensation is intense from how her abdomen clenches, and she breathes through it.
“Can you take more?”
“Por favor!”
I twist my wrist as I work my fingers farther into her. The spreader helps prepare her cunt for my full hand. I’m careful not to press into her before she’s fully ready for me. When I can, I slide in until the heel of my palm is all I see.
“Ay, Papí.Mucho!”
My fingers brush deep inside her cunt, and I feel her cervix. I stroke over it, and she bucks. I’m not sure if her conscious mind is even in control of her body anymore as I watch sweat bead along her hairline. She’s panting, and her hips undulate to their own rhythm.
“Fuck, Pablo. The urge to pee is supposed to be a warning. I think I’m going to squirt.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
“The bed.”
I look around and grab my button down. I don’t even want to know what the dry cleaner thinks if there’s any odor when I drop it off tomorrow. I place it beneath her hips and continue to stroke and slide my hand in and out.
“Don’t stop, Daddy. I think it’s going to happen.”
“Take the blindfold off,chica.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
