“Why would I know her?”
“No, no,chica. Not your turn to ask questions unless you’re trying to get me naked too. Shirt off. Lies will get you spankings.”
“I didn’t answer a question for you.”
“But you did. I asked if I should be jealous of my uncles and cousins. You’d preferTíoEnrique, but you’ll settle for me. Shirt off.”
“That wasn’t what I meant.”
“You still answered. Shirt—off.”
I won’t force her. Instead, I rest both hands on her thighs, my thumbs sweeping along the inside of her legs. She studies me for more than a minute—I started counting the seconds after at least fifteen passed. Then she teases me as she unbuttons the shirt as slowly as she can. I’m the one who set myself up for a tortuously slow striptease, but I know what lies beneath her clothes. It’s worth waiting until the end of time.
She lets it slide down her arms until it pools over my knees. My left hand fists the front of her jeans and yanks toward me while my right hand pushes her bra cup down. I won’t take it off since I said one piece of clothing at a time, but with it unfastened, it makes it easy for me to latch on. I flick her nipple twice, then sweep my tongue around her areola before practically inhaling her breast. I torment the tight nub, and both of her hands go to my head.
Her fingers burrow into my hair, and I allow it just long enough for her to commit the sin. I pull back and slap her wet breast. She yelps.
“Alejandro—”
“Sir. You are not my friend, Gisella. I much prefer that to Tiffani or Liz. You are my captive, at my mercy for pleasure and pain. I didn’t say you could touch me.”
I already have a deep voice, but it drops at least an octave to what I sound like as a Dom. Her belly sucks in, pushing her chest out. She recognizes the tone.
Even better. She fucks rough and can obey.
When she wants to.
When she doesn’t, she knows how to accept punishment.
Fucking perfection.
The thoughts whizz through my head, and I’ll come embarrassingly fast if she touches my dick with any part of her bare skin.
“Yes, sir.”
She moves her hands back to where they were, crossing them at the wrists again.
“Next question. When did you accept the job?”
I want to know how long she’s had to prepare for the mission. How long she studied me before making contact in Chicago.
She hesitates to answer, so I return my lips to her nipple. I toy with it before sucking. When her back arches rather than her hands going to my head, I bite. Not hard enough to break the skin, but enough to shatter the lust haze when I do nothing to soothe her. I sit back and clasp my hands behind my head, appearing far more casual than a suspect waiting for the police to cuff them.
“Answer me, and I’ll go back to the pleasure. Deny me, and I will punish you again.”
That confidence I love sparks in her eyes, and I know she’s weighing her options. I’m impatient though. I pinch and twist her nipple before tugging.
“Sir!”
“Want to give me that answer now?”
“Not particularly.”
I push down the other cup and pinch both nipples before tugging, elongating them.
“Hmm. Have I found a new little painslut to play with?”
Her hands whip around to push against my chest, but I wrap mine around her wrists. I tug her forward then press her hands to her lower back. I hold her wrists in my left hand as my right tunnels into her hair, guiding her mouth to mine. It all happens in a matter of seconds. I don’t know if her moan or my groan is louder as we dive into the kiss. It’s not long before I’m unsatisfied with her not touching me. I’m gentle as I guide her hands back to my chest.
