They’re glistening when he brings them to his lips, inhaling deep before sucking each until no trace of my wetness is left. “Fuck, baby girl. So sweet.” My core clenches and he grips my chin with the same fingers, turning my face toward his. I smell myself on his lips and fingers. I can feel a small trail of wetness on my ass just above where the head of his cock flexes. “I’m going to enjoy you today, Mariah. All of you, before you leave tomorrow.”
“Please.” It’s all I can manage past the sudden dryness of my mouth, the heat of my skin.
“Good girl.” Another clench and he smiles as if he knows my body is crying out for him. To feel him buried deep. “Now, go get dressed for me, and no panties. I want access to your body all day.”
22
“WE’RE HERE, MARIAH,” I say, softly stroking her cheek while the beautiful girl beside me stirs, arching her back while beginning to stretch. My eyes roam down her body, admiring her every curve and dip displayed in the simple cotton dress I’ve put her in.
It’s soft against her skin; a light pink number with small pearl buttons down the middle of her chest flares a bit at her hips and ends just above her mid-thighs. And she wears the simplicity so well.
The two stiff points adorned by the nipple shield—I can make out the jeweled circular ring around each tip and my mouth waters. I also can’t stop myself and lower my hand from her face, brushing my knuckles down the right and then left breast, smiling when she sighs and those seafoam eyes open.
She’s looking at me with hunger. Mirroring my need.
“Where are we?” Her voice is husky, tinged with the last dregs of sleep. Warm eyes look around and her head tilts, wondering why we’re out in the middle of nowhere with a large waterfall behind us that crests over a large lake. There’s also a modest home, not lacking in luxury but the size is meant for intimacy and not hosting people.
It’s a place I come when needing to regroup. To calm the raging ire that at times consumes me, but today, I’m here to share it with her. To show her more of who I am.
“This place belongs to me.”
“Really?” Her question isn’t because she doubts the money I have, but more of why the seclusion. “Are you here to kill me and dump the body?” Mariah lets out a cute giggle, the movement causing her breasts to jiggle and my knuckles to press a little harder over each tip.
Her laugh turns into a moan; the sound sends a shiver down my spine. Makes my cock throb.
“I’m here to eat you, Muñeca.”
“Should I be afraid?”
“For my sanity? Absolutely.” With a single sharp slap over her right tit, I cup her face and bring her closer, almost touching my lips before I stand, and just like I knew she would, Mariah follows. I’m barely touching her, but she’s following my body further away from the car, walking closer and closer to the water’s edge.
A mist greets our legs and I pause, groaning when her body doesn’t stop. Instead, my beauty presses the length of her short frame against my harsher planes and then rises onto the tips of her toes, lips right where they belong.
On mine. Touching. Licking the seam when I don’t part them for her.
“Kiss me.”
“No.” Fire flashes in her orbs, the challenge I’ve needed making itself present. And I push. Yank the proverbial chain of her pleasure with my denial. “We’re here to have lunch and nothing more.”
Frustrations sparks. Confusion.
But today is about her. What I know she needs.
Mariah is so used to having control that losing the tight leash around her neck—stepping out of the mold she’s been forced into by other’s careless mistakes—scares her. But she craves it. Silently, she wants to let go and not worry about the consequences, nor the opinion of others about who she should be.
I’m going to gift her what she’s freely given me by just being here when I needed her the most. My Muñeca isn’t meant to be controlled but cherished. She’s meant to fly.
And I’m going to unleash and welcome the craziness with open arms because I am her home. Her peace. Her love.
“You’re serious?” Confusion mars her features for a second—she doesn’t understand my putting on the brakes, but I’m doing it for her. Apart from enjoying the day just the two of us, I want her to relax and enjoy herself. To yearn for and enjoy my touch as the hours pass. “But aren’t you the one that asked for easy access?”
“I did.”
“Then why—”
“Because I enjoy having free access to that lightly tanned flesh and the wetness that coats your inner thighs.” Mariah inhales sharply, chest heaving. “Because when I touch you, I’m not going to ask for permission or deal with obstacles delaying the inevitable.”
“And what’s that?”
Lowering my face down to Mariah, I bypass her pouting lips and kiss the shell of her ear. “My cock buried deep inside that tight little cunt while your screams of pleasure disturb the peace of every beast that roams this jungle. I’m going to take you, baby. Fuck you. But first, I’ll prove that you’re my queen first and whore after.”
Then, I walk away. Give her a moment to collect her thoughts and calm the shivers.
Mariah enters the house an hour later, and she’s calm. A little too calm.
I smile when her small body sits beside me on the couch, relaxing into my side while slipping beneath my arm. Hugging herself to my bare chest. She’s collected, and her body isn’t showing outward signs of arousal, but fuck, I can smell it. This sweet little whisper of her that infiltrates my senses as if she’s touched what’s mine—
Bringing her delicate hand to my lips, I leave open-mouthed kisses over each tip and catch the hint of her taste. Bad girl. “Are you hungry, Mariah?”
“A little.” Voice low and a bit meek, she looks up at me from beneath long lashes with a wisp of contriteness in her expression. You know I know. “Is there anything you’d like me to make?”
“No need.” And because I can, I wrap my lips around her middle and pointer fingers, sucking once and pull back. Mariah’s orbs become heavy-lidded and body rigid, and then her nipples poke through again. Christ, they’re perfect. “I’m here to cater to you, sweetheart.”
“I don’t mind, though. We can cook together and—”
“You’ve done enough.” My girl’s smart enough to not argue—deny— her theft and then nods. “Why don’t you rest for a bit.”
“Can I take a shower or a bath?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“Are you uncomfortable?” At my question, she squirms a bit and I smirk. “You touched yourself and will now sit there in your wetness and wait. No complaining. No begging.”
“I can always take a dip in the lake.” Not a threat, but a statement. Pushing to see if I snap and give her the one thing she needs. Craves.
Me. My touch. My cock.
“Go ahead. See what happens if you do.”
No response. No pushing me away.
Instead, Mariah purses her lips and tries to relax back into my arms. She can’t, though.