My heart is pounding and quivers riot through me.
I don’t know what this man wants with me, but surely it can’t be that he’s attracted to me. I feel the largeness of my body as I always do, a cold fact about myself that I hardly even acknowledge, either aloud or to myself.
I should run.
I should scream.
I want to tell him no, but only because I don’t want him to humiliate me. I don’t want him to drag me nakedly across the house and have all his men point at me, laugh at me, make belittling comments about how big I am.
“Now,” he snarls. “I won’t ask you again.”
His words send shivering tension through me, my nipples pricking again. My sex swarms with heat and starlight, my lips feeling engorged and hot like any second they could explode in a sudden release.
There must be something wrong with me because when he snarls like that it feels so freaking right.
“What if I don’t?” I say, trying to make my voice sassy, but it comes out shaky and scared. “Are you going to shoot me? Are you going to hurt me?”
He smirks savagely and stares, and just keeps staring, like any second he’s going to snap. Or maybe that’s just an excuse I give myself as I step out of the shower, water sliding down my naked body, a fierce blush blaring in my cheeks as one half of me prays for clothes and the other prays for this man’s desire.
It’s no use reminding myself that I should hate him.
My body keeps betraying me.
My clit burns.
“Good girl,” Arturo says. He steps back and places the body wash on the floor and steps away. “Now get it.”
I look at the body wash and then at him, wondering if this is some sort of trick. I keep waiting for the punchline to drop, for his men to come rushing in here, laughing, mocking.
But the bathroom door is closed.
It’s just us and the steam and the unreality of this moment.
I make to pick it up, but he shakes his head, the movement subtle and understated like a man used to being obeyed.
“Fucking bend over when you pick it up.”
I feel like I’m walking into a dream as I do as he says, my skin tingling when I turn my back to him. I sense him staring at me, into me, but I’m still not sure about the way he’s staring, about what he’s getting out of this.
The idea that he could want me seems absurd.
He must be at least forty with that iron hair, a seven foot giant, a handsome stern face and a way of speaking that could command women ten times more attractive than me to do anything he wanted.
He’s probably ten times more experienced than me—twenty, a hundred.
“Bend. Over.”
I do it slowly, flinching almost every moment, fully expecting the door to burst open, or for Arturo to laugh at me, or something terrible to happen.
I feel my ass cheeks pushing outward and my sticky hole spread apart.
Arturo lets out a shivering growl when I’m fully bent over, my hand reaching for the body wash.
Chapter Four
Arturo
I didn’t plan on coming here and making this shy intoxicating girl do what I wanted, but when I heard the shower blasting – the last place I expected her to be – something snapped in me.
I could hardly sleep last night.
My thoughts were consumed with her, her curvy-as-fuck body in those sweatpants and hoodie.
And now I see that her clothes weren’t lying.
Her hips are wide, made for grabbing as I ram her needy hole from behind, slamming into her until she’s squirting and creaming on my cock. Her breasts are big and greedy-looking like they need to be sucked and bitten and maybe even slapped a little, and her ass is the crown fucking jewel.
I feel unhinged in a way I never have in my entire life as she keeps bending over, her two ass cheeks round juicy bulbs, and then …
Oh, fuck.
As she bends all the way over, her ass cheeks frame her pink hole, the flesh around her hole sore looking as though she’s just excited as I am, but she’s trying to hide it because she knows it makes her a bad girl for getting so needy and hot when she should hate me.
I can’t let her know the power she has over me.
I can’t let myself go completely, unleash myself like I want to.
I stalk forward, purposefully taking my time, even though the effort is so difficult I have to grit my teeth and growl like a beast.
“Stay like that,” I snap when she moves as if to stand up. “I don’t think you understand, do you, Aida? You do what I say when I say it. Fuck, that ass deserves to be spanked. Tell me to spank you, Aida. Tell me you want it.”
She looks at me over her shoulder, her eyes wide with shock, a proper deer-in-the-headlights look that makes me feel even more like the predator I am.
“Well?” I snap.
“I want it,” she whimpers. “Just please don’t humiliate me, Arturo.”
“What?”
“Don’t let the other men see me naked. Please. I’ll do anything.”
“The other men?” I snarl.
Tears glint in her eyes and she nods, biting her lip in a way that makes me want to pry open that pretty little mouth with the engorged mass of my length. The base is aching and so hard it feels like a river of lava-hot is going to surge up my length and out of my enflamed helm, flooding my pants.
The outline of my desire must be plain to her.
Does she think this is some sort of trick?
As if I’d let another man see her—ever.
But I can’t tell her the plans I have for her.
Then she’ll know that she has more power over me than anybody ever has before.
“Nobody’s going to see you apart from me,” I tell her. “Silly horny girl.”
I bring my hand down in a soft slap on her ass cheek, savoring the shower-wet feel of it, staring in wonder as the impact reverberates and makes her juicy voluptuous flesh shimmer for me, like a mirage, like an oasis, like a gift.
“Ah,” she whimpers.
“That didn’t hurt,” I scold.
“No …”
“Oh,” I smirk. “You like it, don’t you, you little freak?”
She says nothing, turning to give me a pouting look, a downright daring look.
I spank her again, listening to the way she moans, high pitched and taut as though she’s going to start squirting down those thick beautiful thighs just from the impact alone.
Again and again, I spank her, always keeping it relatively soft because otherwise, I won’t be able to restrain myself.
I’ll lose control and tackle her into the bedroom, pin her arms behind her back and pull my cock out of my pants, just my cock, nothing else, leaving me clothed and her naked like the fuck toy she was made to be … but just for me, only for me, always, forever.
She whimpers and shivers each time I spank her, and then I smooth my hand over her ass cheeks, her skin dappled ever-so-slightly red from the playful punishment.
I grind my hand down, teasing her asshole with my forefinger, moving it in small circles.
“I could fuck your ass for days and there’s nothing you could do about it,” I snarl. “You’d just have to take it like my shivering little slut, wouldn’t you? You’re mine now, Aida. You’re lucky I don’t want that right now. You’re lucky I just want to feel you cream.”