As though they can hear me despite how I whisper, both men remove their suit coats and pull off their ties. They toss the coats on the sofa and stick their ties in their pockets. They roll up their sleeves. It’s impossible not to notice the shoulder holsters they wear or how they both have a gun under each arm.
“Chiquita, they’ll never be too good to help family.”
His gaze bores into me, practically daring me to disagree that I’m now part of his family. I don’t have his last name. I’m not wearing a ring. We haven’t even said “I love you,” but he speaks as though I’m already a Diaz. I love it, even if it’s intimidating and makes my head swim.
I don’t want to argue, so I take the box Pablo assembled while we talked. I open my dresser and start to clear it out.
“What do you think you’re doing,chiquita?”
Pablo’s warm breath tickles my ear. I think he’s reaching around me to wrap his arms around my middle. Instead, he plucks the panties from my hand. He steps back and grabs the scissors from the top of the dresser.
“Pablo!”
I glance out to the living room, worried I said his name too loudly. I try to snatch my underwear from him, but he holds them above my head while he cuts a pair into shreds.
“Stop. Daddy, I can’t go without panties.”
My hushed voice is urgent as I try again—unsuccessfully—to get my underwear back. He slices a thong this time, destroying it with two cuts.
“Did you wear panties in Switzerland?”
“No, but that was different. It was just us.”
“Consider it my solution to panty lines under your clothes that might draw unwelcome attention.”
“And I suppose you decide what constitutes unwelcome.”
“Anyone other than me looking at your ass.”
“I cannot be around your family without panties on. Let me have a couple pairs.”
“You are now.”
I bite my lower lip and shake my head. His hand slips down the front of my jeans and tugs me until our shoes meet. He puts the scissors down and unfastens my pants. I grab his wrists since anyone could walk in here. He pulls the top of the waistband apart just enough to see the cotton top inch. He leans in and growls in my ear.
“When we’re alone tonight, I will punish you. I made my expectations clear,chiquita. I forbid panties. I willnothave an unnecessary layer between your cunt and me. It is my secretto share with only you. That you have nothing on beneath your clothes, and I can have that pussy whenever I want. When we get to the condo tonight, you will go directly to our bedroom. You will strip and lie on the bed on your belly. I will punish you for disobeying me.”
I can’t help the way I shiver. A small part of me was too embarrassed to meet his family while feeling partially naked. But most of me did it to get a rise out of him. I cup his hard cock and stroke it through his suit trousers. He grabs my wrist and pulls it away.
“I edge you,chica, not the other way around. I will never embarrass you in public. That’s the only reason you aren’t naked now with my cock in your ass. You’re lucky I don’t take you in the bathroom and fuck you, taking the chance everyone will figure out what we’re doing.”
I don’t want to be embarrassed, but the risk of someone catching us excites me. Pablo can tell. He slips his fingers down my panties and between my legs. I widen my stance, so he can inch his fingers into me. They’re in just long enough to coat them. He pulls his hand away and licks his fingers.
“Deliciosa.”
He kisses my neck, moving up to behind my ear. He knows how erotic I find that spot. How it makes me want to beg or do anything he commands.
“Think about how I could be finger-fucking you right now if you had a skirt on and no panties.”
“Your family would still be here.”
“There’s not a man out there who’ll come near this bedroom while I’m alone with you in here.”
“Do they think we’d fuck with the door open?” I’m aghast at the thought.
“They know I respect you too much to do that. They just won’t intrude upon a couple. We could be discussing somethingprivate, or you could have something private out while you pack.”
“Like my now-shredded panties?”
