We’re unorthodox as hell.
And perfectly matched.
When Alma walks in, she’s not alone. Beside her is one of the other strippers in a matching hot pink ski mask. Alma doesn’t look at me right away. She studies the woman besideher before she flicks her gaze to the chair and gives me a wicked smile.
“Hi, Papi,” she purrs. “I found us a new toy.”
“What games are we playing tonight, darling?” I ask as the two women secure my wrists to the armrests. I test the restraints, pulling just enough to feel how tight they are.
“Nugh-ugh.” Alma tsks softly, shaking her head. “You’ve already been areallybad boy.”
The other woman moves to the back wall, returning with straps in her hands and a small device hanging between them.
“Alma? What is that?” I ask, looking at the device.
“Oh that. That’s an electro stimulator,” she laughs, and my eyes widen.
Alma rips off a strip of duct tape places it roughly over my mouth—silencing me and hiding the smile she knows is there.
“See Efren, Someones been playing with my birth control,” Alma says, looking into my eyes.
Guilty.
She wraps two bands around my erection, one at the base and one at the crown. My body goes completely rigid when I feel her place a cold silicone pad at my taint. She searches my eyes, waiting for a sign of displeasure, waiting to see if I say no, but she knows I’m all game.
She’s nervous. I can tell. But fuck, I’m proud of her. Of how she takes control anyway. How she taps into that dominant side like it’s always been there. She presses a few buttons on the device, sets the power box down, and crosses the room to the other woman waiting for her.
She smiles at the woman, then whispers something in her ear. I watch their bodies move closer, and the brief moment they smile at each other before the woman leans in her lips, finding Alma’s.
Fuck. Me.
The kiss is filthy. Hot. They devour each other through the cut-out mouths of their ski masks, hands roaming, tugging at each other’s clothing. It’s not long before they undo each other’s halters. Bare skin meets bare skin. Their hard nipples brush and grind together. I’m locked in the sight of it.
Trapped.
My body reacts instantly, my dick hardening at the sight. The other woman’s hand slides lower, fingers grazing the waistband of Alma’s pink thong. My pulse spikes. Her long pink nails trace over Alma’s pussy, slow and deliberate, like she knows exactly what she’s doing to me. A possessive roar tears through my chest. I curse through the duct tape and strain against the restraints as the leather bites into my wrists.
I’m all for the show—butthat pussy is mine.
I’m seconds from ripping myself free when the first shock ripples through me.
Chapter 38
Alma
Penny’s delicate hands travel down my stomach. I freeze when her fingers skim the edge of my panties and feel it the second the current hits Efren. I break the kiss just to watch—the way his body jerks, the sound he makes behind the tape.
Controlled.
Contained.
Exactly where I put him.
I keep my expression calm, even though my pulse is racing, shocked by how easily this power fits me now. When I look up, Penélope is watching me steadily, eyes dark and encouraging. She’s just as turned on as I am. We’ve been planning this for weeks. She’s the only one I’m comfortable enough with. Also, the only person aside from La Madrina who knows how to use the e-stim sex toy.
I cross the room and check the timer on the power box. five-minute intervals. I wait for another current to hit and watch closely as Efren’s muscles seize, control slipping as more cum spills from him. White ropes flying from his tip. I grip his hair and pull his head back just enough to force our eyes to meet.
Mine.
