That comment made his smirk grow into the biggest damn I’m-so-proud-of-myself-for-making-you-ache smile. “We better feed you. I wanted to go back to the club tonight. You game?” He arched an eyebrow.
I would’ve said no, but my pussy contracted at the thought of that damn bench and all the dirty shit he did with me. I couldn’t help but say, “Fuck yeah.” Plus, I was hoping I’d find out more about the old James…the one before I ruined him forever.
He nuzzled his face into my neck, bumping my very sore middle with his rock-hard dick. “Missin’ my cock already, baby?”
“Always.” I smiled.
I’d learned it was easier to puff up his ego than to tell him what I was actually feeling. At least at times when he thought he was the man, with his mighty pecker that held the secrets to whatever bullshit guys told themselves. They were insecure creatures who seemed to need constant reassurance from the moment they were born. So, I rolled with it. Telling him a white lie saved me time and a whole lot of hassle.
“I have plans for you tonight.”
Now, that had my attention. “Do I get to be the Master tonight?”
James howled, rolling onto his back and taking me with him. His fingertips dug into my hips as he slid my body against his cock, sending a shiver down my spine. “Baby, you think you want control, but I own your body.”
“Let’s not kid ourselves, sweetheart. My pussy rules you,” I told him with a sinister laugh.
Because, in all reality, he might have thought he held the reins, but my pussy controlled his everything. Right down to the way he thought and his day-to-day actions.
If we were being completely honest, we’d all agree that pussy made the world go round.
Men weren’t motivated to become wildly successful and filthy rich just for shits and giggles. Wealth and power usually turned the ugliest man into a pussy king, obtaining gold-digging beauty queens who previously would’ve been out of his league.
Even their most basic actions were based on pussy. They knew if they did one thing, they’d be paid in all the sweet cunt they could handle. But if they did the other, they were going to have blue balls until they earned their way back to the motherland. See, I knew how the world worked. I knew James was motivated by what was between my legs. I was okay with it. I was more than okay; I accepted it and used it to my advantage.
After I climbed off James and made myself presentable, we sat around the table with his parents and feasted on so many Cuban goodies I was pretty sure he’d have to roll me into Taboo tonight. I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my stomach and lost in a blissful food coma.
Mr. Caldo folded his newspaper carefully and set it next to his plate. “It’s so nice to have you kids here. I wished you lived closer.”
“When are you two going to move by us?” James asked his father.
“Ask your mother.” He rolled his eyes and raked his fingers through his salt-and-pepper hair. “She’s the boss.”
His mother grabbed a stack of plates and headed toward the sink. “We’ve been discussing it. I love everyone around here, but I need to spend time with my grandchildren before they get too old.”
“You do, Mama. You could spend time with them whenever you want.”
That was code for we were going to drop them off for a weekend so we could fuck like bunnies without the kids knocking on the door and interrupting our fun. Sometimes I felt guilty about it, but once the house was whisper-quiet, the guilt passed quickly. It would be nice to have someone else to leave them with for a weekend, besides my parents. Anyway, the kids loved being away from us because my parents tended to go overboard with them and spoil them rotten. It was amazing my boys weren’t complete assholes because of them.
“Maybe we’ll come visit and look at some places,” Mr. Caldo said. “We could use a little trip, Rose.”
She leaned against the counter, wiping her hands on a towel and smiling. “Whatever you want, Evaristo.”
Shit was serious when they used their full names. I prayed this conversation wasn’t for show. I would love to have his parents closer, not just so we could bang like bunnies, but so the boys could really get to know his parents and more about his Cuban heritage. They have the Italian bossy male thing down pat. Someday, their wives will be telling me how much I ruined them, and I’ll be proud.
“Darling.” Mr. Caldo rose to his feet, almost gliding across the floor to embrace his wife. “You know it’s whatever you want.” He nuzzled her neck, rubbing his whiskers against her skin. “Isn’t that right, Mama?”
She smacked him on the shoulder and laughed.
Another perfect example that girl power ran the world. We just let the men think they were in charge. It was all a grand illusion that kept the world turning.
If men realized we held the power, there would be an uprising until they got horny enough to cave.
They all did in the end.
* * *
Six hours later, we walked into Taboo for another night of sextivities. I spent the afternoon in the hot tub, soaking my ass and gearing up for another evening of being used by James. I wanted nothing to get in our way before we headed back to the west coast and picked up the boys at Thomas’s.
