“Diablo…” I say on a whisper that shares notes with a moan. He releases the tiniest of audible gasps as I move my lips to his ear. “You know that isn’t really true.”
You would expectThe Ivoryto grab me by the throat and growl in my face that Iammost certainlyhis. Then cuff me to the bed and fuck me raw like an animal to prove me wrong and punish me for ever doubting his dominion.
But once again, that’s not what happens. He does seem vexed by my words… But more so because he knows they’re true.
A noise thrums his chest, turning a bit whimpering towards the end.
I’ve got him on the ropes already.
“Admit it,” I keep keep poking. “Tu sabes… If I reallybelongedto you, you wouldn’t have to lock me up in a cage to keep me from flying away.”
“Stop,” he croaks, quaking into me. “Por favor, pajarito…”
He’s a dam about to burst. I can feel the cracks spreading, and I’m afraid of what might happen when he breaks. But I’m also desperately craving it.
Come on, Papi… Unleash.
“I told you, I’m not your little bird anymore, Diablo,” I hum, dragging my fingertip down his neck, using it to push open his collar. Grazing his tattoo.
The bird wrapped in barbed wire.
The tattoo he got for my father, no doubt. To commemorate the slaying of his late mentor.
“I never was,” I breathe into his ear. His grip on my waist tightens, and a fearful thrill rushes through me. “And you’ll never bemi padre.”
I hear the crackling, in slow motion. Like when the ceiling of the prison split.
And then theroar.
In a blink, The Ivory’s hand is around my throat. “Fuck!Cállate la boca, you little shit!” He squeezes, practically lifting me off the ground by my neck, hissing venom in my face. “I’ll show youDaddy, putana! I will burn my name into that sweet cunt so you never forget!”
“Uhhmff,” I whimper, a jagged noise. That’s all I can get out while he’s finally breaking for me…
Thisis The Ivory I’ve been secretly waiting for.
Fuck yes… I got you, Diablo.
I’m instantly throbbing and leaking between my legs as he spins, tossing me onto the bed like a rag doll. I barely have time to pretend to scramble away. He’s already on top of me, pinning me down and snarling above me like that wild animal Iknewwas in there.
Evil, feral beast, gnashing its teeth. Ready to tear me to shreds.
I shouldn’t want this. There’s no conceivable rational explanation for why I’m opening beneath him, panting like an animal myself…
A bitch in heat, waiting to be fucked deep and bred deeper.
Dios… Ay Dios mio, yo quiero…
“You asked for it.” His voice is rough, movements frantic as he pins my wrists above my head with one hand, using the other to open his pants. “Don’t forget that, Angelito… It didn’t need to be this way. I wastrying…”
“I know, Diablo.” I writhe and rock, desperate for touch. Greedy for the rough and angry I think on some level I always wanted from him. “I’m so bad…”
“You are bad,” he growls. “Fucking awful… Pajarito muy malo.”
“Mhm.” I’m sweating, swollen and sticky inside my panties as he drags his giant fucking cock all over me.
“Youknowyou’re mine, Angel.” He grinds between my legs. “Feel this dick on your little whore cunt?”
My eyes roll back, aching below my waist, where my skirt has ridden almost all the way up, so bad it hurts. “Uh-huh… si, Papi.”
