“Why?”
“You make me feel safe because you insist on it. You refuse to let anything happen to me. But you can only protect me if I let you, if I obey you.”
“What else?”
“Everything about you makes me ache to feel you inside me.”
I lift her shirt up, then shift, so she can move away from the door enough for me to pull it over her head.
“Do you know why I want you so badly,chiquita?”
“You like to have control, and I’m letting you.”
That’s a bucket of ice water. She’s not wrong, but I hate that she thinks that’s the only reason.
“Flora, look at me.”
I keep my tone soft, so it’s more a request than a command. Her eyes flick open. She’s kept her arms over her head, and I love it. But right now, I want her to know what she said isn’t entirely accurate. I lower them and put her hands on my shoulders. I want to place them over my heart, but I’m not ready for what that implies.
“Chica, you’re brave, intelligent, resourceful, stubborn, and challenging. Your assertiveness and willingness to stand up to me is fucking sexy as all get out. Not because I want to be domineering and strip you of those things. Just the opposite. I don’t think I can live with a twenty-four seven arrangement once you’re out of danger. I’ll probably always want to be dominant during sex, and I hope you’ll still want to submit. But I want you as my equal when I stop fearing for your life every moment I’m awake.”
“You make it sound like this isn’t temporary.”
“If you agree to it, it’s not.”
She stares at me, completely uncertain what to say. I’ve put her on the spot, and I know it. I won’t demand she agree or even that she share her thoughts about what I just said. Instead, I grasp her hips and guide her to grind against me again. Iunfasten her bra and slide it down her arms. I use the straps to bind her wrists behind her back. I lean forward and lick her right nipple. I lift her tits, enjoying their fullness. I massage them, and she rides my thigh harder.
“Sir, please suck them.”
I pinch them rather than give in to her request. She moans and shuts her eyes. I twist until her breath becomes rapid pants.
“How wet are you for me?”
I kiss her lips, not giving her a chance to answer as I unfasten her jeans. I slide a hand down her panties and slip my fingers between her pussy lips. She’s drenched. She’s as aroused as I am. I push her pants and underwear down. She kicks off her shoes and steps out of her clothes. I turn her away from me, and she presses her left cheek to the door. I spread her ass cheeks, seeing one place I’ll fuck her—often.
I press my cock against her. It’s pissed that she’s naked, and I’m not.
Not yet.
I love squeezing her ass. I have large hands, and I spread my fingers to cover most of it. I press my leg between her thighs again and pull her hips back to me. She rides me without any prompting.
“I’m going to spank you whenever I want. It’ll be for punishment and pleasure. I’ll fuck your ass because I can. I’ll watch it gape, begging for me to slide back inside. I’ll make you keep my cum in your tight little asshole until I command you to let me see it drip down to your cunt.”
Her bound hands reach down and help spread her wider.
“Please, now.”
I didn’t expect her to beg for that.
“You want the first place I fuck you to be your ass?”
“If that’s what you want.”
Fucking tempting.
I drop to my knees and pull her back to my mouth. I lick all of her. I press my thumb against her asshole, but I don’t enter her. I flick my tongue inside her over and over until she’s shifting her weight with impatience. I turn her toward me.
“Watch me as I feast on your pussy.”
