“You know I’ll move heaven and earth for you,chiquita. You belong to me now. You’re a part of me. You’re mine.”
My possessive comments make her sigh with each one. She’s relaxing now.
“I know you’re completely drained from that conversation. You’re going to let me decide. You’re going to nap with my cock buried in your cunt. When you wake, you’re going to be my good girl and let me fuck you hard. I’m going to fill your tight little pussy with my cum because you can’t get enough. You’re going to beg for it. Do you know why?”
“Because I belong to you. You get to decide, Daddy. You’re in control.”
“That’s right,chiquita. I decide.”
She nods. I look down, and her eyes are closed.
There are things as her Dom and as her boyfriend I will never do. I will never slap her face. I will never fishhook her mouth.I’ll never spit in it. That’s just not how I want to treat her. Real degradation and shame aren’t our kink. But if dirty talk while I’m buried in her reminds her she’s given me control so she doesn’t have to worry, then I’ll say the most perverted things I can come up with.
It’s been two days since Flora and I spoke toTíoEnrique. I’ve had three conversations with him since then, but Flora wasn’t part of them. Each one included my father as well. One of them had Alejandro on the line too. There were things I needed to discuss that she couldn’t hear. Some of it was regular Cartel business to keep me caught up on what’s happening and what I’ll need to do when I get home.
TíoEnrique’s been very understanding and isn’t rushing me to get back to work once I arrive. He knows Flora will need me. However, I still feel guilty that my cousins are carrying the burden of work I normally do on top of their own responsibilities.
I mentioned that while Alejandro was on with us because I apologized. He threatened to break my jaw the next time we boxed if I insisted upon babbling shit nobody wanted to hear. That made me feel a little better, but it still doesn’t assuage all my guilt entirely.
One day I will inherit fromTíoEnrique, and I want to be as good a leader as he is. He works harder than anyone else. He never expects people to do more than he’s willing to do.
“Chiquita, you ready?” I offer Flora my hand as she stands from the seat in our family’s private jet.
“I guess I’m as ready as I’ll ever be.”
“We’ll meetPapáand Alejandro outside.”
“I know. You’ve gone over it, and I understand the plan.”
“I know you do, but you look terrified.”
She grimaces before plastering a smile that only includes her mouth. Her eyes tell me how nervous she remains.
“Chiquita, I know you trustPapáand Alejandro about as much as you did me when we met, but?—”
“No, Pablo, that’s not it at all. I trust them. I just don’t know how they can possibly trust me. If you believe they’re okay with me, then they must be. You wouldn’t lie to me about that because you wouldn’t put me in that kind of position, but I’m still an Aguilar. My family has caused nothing but trouble and pain for yours.”
“Chiquita, if you trust me not to put you in a position where you’d be around people you don’t trust, then you need to know my family feels the same way about it. They trust I won’t endanger them by bringing someone untrustworthy around them. I swear it’ll be okay. I get how intimidating this is.”
Just like I had several conversations with my family about what to do next, I had the same with Flora. She woke from her nap feeling much better about what she heard while we spoke toTíoEnrique. I did exactly what I promised. I reassured her I’m still in this for keeps despite all the trouble that surrounds her. She knows I don’t believe any of it is her fault.
I admire her courage. It took a brave woman to work for the Cartel. It takes a brave woman to place her trust in me when she knows I’m the most dangerous man she’s ever met. She’s brave to trust my family can and will protect her while we’re here in Bogotá. And she’s brave to have agreed to start a new life in New York where she only really knows me.
The time we’ve spent together has been brief, but I feel like she knows me better than anyone. She knows me in ways no one else does. Not just because she’s the only woman I’ve come inwithout a condom, but I’ve let her see parts of me no one else does. Not even other members of my family.
I’ve shared things with her about growing up with Juan and what that was like. My cousins know because of what they saw, which were things my parents’ generation never did. But Flora is the only one I’ve spoken these things to aloud. She’s offered insights I didn’t expect, especially since she’s an only child. She’s helped me come to terms with a lot of shit from that part of my past. It’s certainly helped build my faith in her and us.
“Daddy?”
“Sorry,chica, lost in thought.”
“Is everything okay?”
“Yes. I didn’t mean to scare you. Just making sure I remember everything.”
She cocks an eyebrow at me. It tells me she knows I’m lying. She reaches for her bag, but I take both of her hands.
“Flora, I’m used to keeping so much to myself. Mostly to protect others but also to protect myself. Not just my physical safety. I don’t want to lie to you when I don’t have to. I’ll never ever lie about how I feel about you. But some habits will take a while for me to break. I was thinking about how much you mean to me. That I admire and respect the choices you’ve made, and how you’ve made the best of situations you never asked to be put in. That isn’t something I should’ve kept to myself. I’m sorry I tried to.”
