Liesel
Sometime during the night, Jorge slipped out of me and out of bed. He woke me this morning, and I could smell the fresh soapy scent on his skin. We’ve fucked in the past, and I think you could almost call how gentle he was in my ass last night making love. There’s no doubting that’s what we just did this morning.
He bound my wrists together before using a tie around my tits to press them together. Then he used two more ties to secure my calves to my thighs. He claims I looked amazing. I suspect I looked like he’d hog tied me. But the way we moved together. The way we looked at each other. It was just different.
Last night created physical responses I’d never had before. This morning created emotional ones I didn’t know I could have. I’ve made love in the past, but this was like my very soul was part of it.
Now I lie draped across Jorge’s chest. We’d probably catch our breath much easier if I weren’t lying on top of him, but I’m so incredibly comfortable. My head’s high on his shoulder and his arm’s wrapped around me. His hand rests on my ass whilethe other holds me between my shoulder blades. He seems in no rush to make me move.
“Chiquita, what did you think of last night and just now? It was definitely more than just the ties I used when we were at Hisham and Noor’s.”
“I liked it all a lot. I’ve never been restrained before being with you, and you spanking me was the first time I’d ever done that as well. I mean real spankings, not just a few taps.”
I feel him tense beneath me. I know he loathes any reference to my sexual past. I’m not thrilled to share it either, but I want him to know my inexperience, so he can teach me safely and properly. He talked me through everything this morning, and it made it easier to appreciate the closeness this dynamic creates.
“I’d like to try more if you’d like that too, Daddy.”
“Very much,chiquita. There are more things we can do here, but if you’d really like to explore BDSM, then we can go to a club.”
“I’d definitely enjoy that.”
“There’s one in Brooklyn I know of. It’s not as luxurious as ones in Manhattan, but we’d have far more privacy. There are members of all Four Families who are shadow owners of various clubs. It’s useful for us to go unnoticed while having access to member lists. We all pretend as though we’re the only ones with investments in those clubs, and we pretend as though those are well-guarded secrets, but they really aren’t. It also means every once in a while we run into each other. Things have shuffled around since other couples are into the same things we are,chica. For our wives’ and girlfriends’ sakes, we try to make sure our memberships don’t overlap as much.”
I push up to meet his gaze. “I definitely wouldn’t want to run into members of those families while I’m there with you.”Or women you fucked in the past.
“I think there are even some silent agreements among the couples on which nights they go, so they don’t run into each other. This one in Brooklyn is much quieter.”
I don’t think I want to know how he knows that. He strokes my ass, and I notice I clenched just like he did a moment ago.
“If you think it’d be better than if we were to run into—someone…Sure.”
“Chica, I’m one of those silent investors and members of the Manhattan clubs. I’ve never been to the one in Brooklyn as a member, but I own it.”
He gets it without me having to spell it out. I suppose he’d feel the same way if the shoe were on the other foot.
Strip clubs and BDSM clubs. I don’t know what to make of these revelations. I have pangs of jealousy, as I think of Jorge around beautiful, naked women and places that exist purely for sexual fulfillment. I don’t quite feel inadequate, but I definitely feel a little insecure since he’s already into BDSM and clearly has had past partners who know what they’re doing.
He kisses my forehead and offers me an understanding smile. I like how I don’t have to spell everything out to him. That we’re on the same wavelength about so many things. It makes all of this new stuff easier.
“Chica, we both have pasts, and I never want mine to hurt you. That’s why I’ll happily go to a club I’ve never been to before and why I’ll pass the management of the strip clubs to my brother. Yes, there will be women dancing when I go to do payroll. The clubs are open nearly twenty-four hours, but I’ve always gone directly into my office to run payroll or the storerooms to check inventory. I don’t hang out with the women or on the floors. I have general managers who oversee the day-to-day functioning of those clubs. I hope you can believe me when I tell you there’s no woman more beautiful to me than you. Why on earth would I want to look at or touch another womanwhen I’m with you? I don’t want anyone else, and I would never risk losing you for something so foolish and worthless as that.”
There’s an adamance in Jorge’s tone that’s unwavering. I use both of my forearms to help prop me up. I’m careful not to dig my elbows into his chest, but I want to see his face. His expression matches his tone. There’s a no-nonsense air to it. One that shows he believes what he says so deeply that it’s irrefutable.
I stretch and press a quick kiss to his lips before I settle again. I can’t get my arms all the way around him because he’s lying on his back, but I hug him as tightly as I can.
“Thank you for explaining all of that to me, Jorge. I admit I wondered.”
“I don’t blame you for that, little one, and you’re being far more understanding and reasonable than I would be if the situation were reversed. I don’t doubt I would be far less gracious about the situation and likely far more demanding if it were different.”
I chuckle and kiss his chest. I don’t believe he’s exaggerating in the least.
Once we were up and finally out of bed this morning, Jorge and I had brunch together at his place. I noticed last night that his fridge was stocked with fresh food. He explained it was likely Javier or Madeline who stopped by to make sure there was stuff for us to eat, so we wouldn’t have to worry about groceries or going out to dinner or even ordering in.
We’ve just pulled up to Enrique’s house in New Jersey. I don’t know that the word house is even adequate. Mansion even feels like it describes a place smaller than what I’m seeing.There’s a wall around the property that must be at least twelve feet tall. It’s in a gated community with a gate at the driveway. Men in all black with bulletproof vests and rifles were at a guard house by the gate, and I see more of them patrolling the grounds. My eyes must be wide as saucers as I lean forward while looking out the windows. It’s unnerving to know his uncle feels he and his wife need this level of protection.
“This is—um—a lot to take in.”
“Chiquita, it’s precautionary.TíoLuis andTíaMargherita live in a gated community here in New Jersey, but their property isn’t gated like everyone else’s who lives in a house rather than a condo.”
