“There’re lots of things about me that you don’t know.”
Her suspicions grew. “Is there a camera in the elf? Like a nanny cam?”
“Pequeña,you know that the elf is magic. And that you have to believe.”
That was true.
And she did want to believe. While she’d lived in the cult, they hadn’t been allowed to celebrate Christmas. Although Mama had always tried to do something a bit special on Christmas for her. Still, she felt like she had lots of catching up to do.
“Fine, Papi. I’ll believe.”
“Good girl. Now, finish your lines. Papi needs to fuck you before dinner.”
Yeah, she better get on with it. The last thing she wanted was for anyone to come looking for them.
Although, the house did seem very quiet.
“There! Last line is done!” she cried triumphantly.
“Let me check.” Alejandro took the paper from her, counting each line. “Good girl. Your punishment is over.” He drew her off his cock and she let out a cry of protest.
“It’s all right, Kitten,” he told her as he sat her on the desk facing him. He then drew his chair forward and leaned in. “I just need to eat first.”
Oh hell.
Cat lay back and stared up at the ceiling as he ran his tongue along her slit. He teased her clit, brushing it back and forth with the tip of his tongue before driving his fingers deep into her pussy.
It didn’t take long until she was coming around his fingers, wishing that it was his cock inside her.
But he somehow sensed that was what she needed, because the next moment, he was leaning over her, his cock driving deep, fucking her with hard strokes until she was screaming with pleasure as she came once more.
Alejandro pulled up her top, revealing her breasts. She wasn’t wearing a bra, so he could easily take her nipple into his mouth, sucking strongly.
And then he leaned forward, letting out his own moan of pleasure. Then he kissed her. Fierce and hard kisses that turned into light, feathery ones.
Bliss.
15
MAEVE AND GRAY
23rd December
“What is going on, my girl?” Gray asked as he tucked Maeve into bed later that night. He moved to the other side of the bed and climbed in.
She rolled toward him, looking worried.
There was something going on with the girls and for some reason, he just knew it had to do with Maeve.
The last couple of days she’d been more tired than usual. Gray had been worried that she was getting sick. However, she’d seemed to perk up and she’d eaten plenty of dinner tonight.
Still . . . he had a feeling that something was worrying her and he was done waiting for her to confess.
He wanted to know.
Now.
“I don’t want to tell you,” she whispered, looking guilty.
