My teeth tug hard on one of his piercings, and his abs tighten with the pain. I massage his balls, then tug at theother metal piercing. The masochist being birthed out of me stares at him in awe. I tug at another one, this time harder, and he hisses. I massage his balls again gently, then kiss them.
“You’re such a good boy,” I say before climbing on top of him.
My own arousal from the blow job is slick between my thighs. I lower myself onto him, welcoming the tip of his cock into me. His hands move to my hips, and I push them back to the side. Threading my fingers through his, I pin his hands, then lower myself further, feeling his cock extending inside me. A small whimper escapes, and I spread my legs wider. Hooking my feet behind me, I rest them on his thighs and ride his dick.
In and out.
I keep his hands pinned and bounce my ass like I do when I’m on stage. He meets every motion from under me.
Thrust after thrust.
I release his hands so I can sit up. Leaning back, I feel his dick hit deep inside me. A carnal moan escapes him. My hand lowers back to his neck, and I squeeze.
“You don’t cum until I tell you too,” I command as he thrusts from underneath.
“That’s it, Efren. Fuck me hard.” I meet each thrust as I squeeze his throat.
My orgasm pools from deep inside me. Our bodies thrust violently together, both of us lost in the sensation. It’s maddening, the power I feel riding his cock like this. Knowing he belongs to me. Knowing my body is orchestrating his, using him as I release everything inside me.
“I’m close. I’m so close, Efren.” I moan, my grip loosening and tightening around his throat.
Everything inside me is coming undone, preparing for theorgasm to hit. I can smell my arousal perfuming the air. My legs shake, but I keep fucking him.
Harder.
Faster.
“Cum for me, Papi.” The words fall seductively from my lips.
Efren thrusts hard, and moans spill from me.
“Cum inside me,” I cry out, my hand tightening around his throat.
Efren cums on my second command, and I meet him there, my orgasm surging through me like a wave of electricity, igniting every cell inside my body. I release his throat, and my head falls back when I feel his cum warm inside me.
“Efren. God. Fuck.”
The words slur as I catch my breath. For a moment, neither of us moves. I fall forward onto him, my head resting on his shoulder. He kisses my forehead. The silence between our breaths stretches thin. His cock is still buried in me, but I don’t move. I don’t want to. Efren’s hand brushes my damp hair from my face.
“You okay, Kitten?” he asks, his voice low and hoarse.
I nod, though my mind races. There’s a strange calm that follows the thought, not fear, not regret, just awareness. As if my body finally understands what it means to take something meant to control me and turn it into my own power. Efren is giving that to me, helping me transmute the feelings and releasing them. I look up at him.
“I’ve never had control like that,” I confess. My fingers dance across the love bites I left on this chest.
“You own me, Alma. Every fucking part of me.”
His words sink into me, heavy and certain. I slide off him, pulling the sheet over my body. The warmth between my thighs, the marks on his skin, the silence that follows, all feellike the walls between us are finally crumbling. My lips part, caught between confession and restraint, but nothing comes out.
Efren props his head onto his hand and watches me. His eyes are soft in the dim light. I turn away, clutching the sheet closer as my pulse slows and my breath steadies. The words I want to say burn in my throat, too fragile to survive the night.
So instead, I whisper three different ones. “Hold me, please.”
It’s safer than the truth.
Because what Ifeelterrifies me.
Chapter 28
