He says he wants something long-term. That he could’ve stayed detached, helping me out of honor and duty. I recognize he could manipulate me, spewing lies to build my trust. He could’ve taken advantage of me and gotten me to fuck him because he had nothing better to do. But down to my very core, I know he isn’t that man. Despite everything I’ve heard aboutlos Diaz, I sense honor, loyalty, and duty drive his every decision.
“I wish I could offer you the same, Pablo.”
“You don’t see it, but you do.”
I sit up and twist to look at him more easily. “How?”
“When you challenge me, you spark excitement in me. Very rarely do I feel that anymore. It’s usually dread. When we’re together like this, even though the world around us is trying to fuck us over, you bring me peace. It feels like I never get to relax anymore. Even when I’m away from work, I’m thinking about some obligation or duty I have. Some meeting coming up or email I need to send. Someone I have to visit, or some deal I need to create. Our situation is ever-present, so it’s not like I forget why we’re here. But when you’re touching me, I’m calmeras I plan. So, you shield me from the outside world in your own way.”
His expression and tone are so earnest, and he’s letting himself be vulnerable around me. He knows I could manipulate him or at least try. But he’s opening up to me. It’s not calculated. He wants me to trust him by showing he trusts me. I think he senses the same things I do.
My left hand rests against his jaw by his ear, my thumb sweeping over his cheekbone then his stubble. It wouldn’t surprise me if he could grow a full beard in like two days. He’s not hairy all over, but he has a definite five o’clock shadow when he was clean shaven earlier today. It’s rugged and manly. I love it.
I lean forward, but I don’t bring my lips to his. I offer the kiss, but I’ll let him lead. I want him to. He may have commanded what happened in that basement, but he couldn’t control Humberto showing up. He can’t dictate what could happen next in this fucked-up situation. I can let him control what we’re doing.
“Do you want me to kiss you,chiquita?”
His whispered words brush across my lips. He must have had a mint on the way to me. The scent fills my nose, and I can practically taste it.
“Sí, Papí.”
I haven’t forgotten what I called him before he left. We speak Spanish together, but we’re both fluent English speakers. With no father to speak Spanish or English to, I’ve never used that word before in my life.
“Who does your body belong to now?”
I blink for a moment longer than usual as I brace myself.
“You, Daddy.”
I grasp his shoulders and cling to him as he lurches upward enough to flip us. I’m on my back as his weight presses againstme. His lips crash onto mine, and his kiss threatens to inhale me. He’s hard as fucking stone beneath his trousers. He thrusts against me, and I want nothing more than to strip while he does the same. I want him inside me again. It’s been nearly two hours since he pumped me full of his cum. I want more.
“That’s right,chiquita. I’m going to make your body ache for my cock. Fucking you is the only relief that’ll satisfy you.”
“I already ache.”
My pussy feels painfully empty after having Pablo inside me. I’m so aroused I can barely keep from writhing beneath him, trying to get more pressure from his cock against my clit and opening. I want him to fill me again.
“And if I want an appetizer before my main course?”
“You wouldn’t be that greedy, Daddy. Not unless you’d let me have an appetizer too.”
I cock an eyebrow and reach between us to rub my hand over his dick. I open my mouth before running my tongue over my top lip.
“Make an offer like that again, and I’ll fuck your mouth and come down your throat.”
“And if I want to suck you off instead?”
“I thought you wanted to give me control. That doesn’t sound like an offer, but a challenge.” He sits back on his knees before standing. “Strip.”
I watch him for an instant before I rise and follow his command. Once I’m naked, he catches my wrist and pulls me around the side of the couch, positioning himself behind me. His hand between my shoulder blades pushes me to bend over. He’s still holding my wrist, so he lifts my bent arm to rest against my lower back. He positions the other arm the same way, holding both wrists in one hand. He shifts, and his hand comes down on my ass. Hard.
“Fuck!”
“Subs don’t give orders. They follow them. My little sub says, ‘Yes, Daddy’ or ‘Sí, Papí.’ She doesn’t tell me what she’s going to do instead, even if she poses it as a question.”
He spanked me throughout that, but he punctuates it with a particularly hard one across my horizontal crack. I stomp my feet, but I don’t fight him. I relish what he’s doing. I haven’t forgotten about needing to leave or about wanting to know more about my family. This is calming me because it distracts me from my fears.
“I want you to fuck my mouth, Daddy. I want your hands in my hair as you shove your cock down my throat.”
