Vanessa
He spreads his thighs apart slightly, mine naturally falling open as he reaches down to brush his fingers against my pussy. My back arches, pressing me against his muscular chest. A soft moan tumbles from my lips, and he immediately retracts his touch, leaving me aching for more. "Be a good girl for me. Make another noise and I stop completely," he threatens in my ear.
I nod and he starts again. I sink my teeth into my bottom lip, stifling any sound that wants to escape.
"You better pray to your god that I don't send you to meet him today!" he growls as he continues rubbing me with firm, fast circles. "No es una amenaza, es una promesa (It's not a threat, it's a promise). That shipment better be at the club by morning or else," he snarls, ending the call.
I should be frightened right now, the psychopath is threatening to kill people, but there must be a disconnect between my brain and my vagina because it just drenches his lap in more wet heat.
With his full attention on me, he glides his thick, warm tongue up my neck. I shiver in delight. "You're making such a big mess, Mama. I should punish you," he croons, giving my pussy a gentle smack.
Fuckkk!
My hips jerk, but I use all my strength to keep from moaning.
My mouth parts into an "O" as his index finger suddenly penetrates me. He inserts it slowly as if he's worried about breaking me, but I'm sure my hymen is long gone, most likely from a tampon or something.
I grab his wrist, and guide him deeper inside of me, throwing my head back against his shoulder. It feels so goddamn good.
He pushes in and out of my tight hole, covering his finger in my slickness. I writhe against him like the needy little whore he has stirred inside me. In the moment, my shame is drowned out by unbridled lust. I can feel my pussy weeping in his lap, and I'm pretty sure he'll have to change his pants when we're done here.
My legs shake as the new familiar feeling builds inside me, my body tightening with the need to release. As if he can sense it, he hisses, "don't fucking come until I say so."
He stops to let the pressure go back down before shoving another finger inside me. I'm panting now, bucking my hips shamelessly against his touch until I'm riding his thick fingers the way I want to ride something else...the thing I can feel pressing into my ass.
Heat curls into my belly until there's an inferno. I can't hold back much longer, but the fear of being punished has me using all my willpower to try.
Worry slams into me. Wait, does he expect me not to react when I come? Is that even possible?
Feeling my tension, he coils his hand around my neck right above my collar, squeezing just hard enough to restrict my blood flow. "Scream for me, Mama," he orders, pinching my swollen clit.
My scream pierces the room as euphoric waves wash over me, and I'm so glad I closed the door when I walked in. It may not be soundproof here, but at least the sound is muffled.
Suddenly, there's a knock at the door. "Come in," Diego commands, showing no concern for my disheveled state or the fact that I haven't had a chance to put my clothes back on. Danny strides in with a stoic expression, his words flowing in rapid Spanish. Amid the foreign language, I catch only one word: "Viktor."
Though unfamiliar, the name carries a distinct Russian flavor, sending a shiver down my spine. Is Viktor the man hunting me? The man that sent his men after us and killed that sweet old lady at the outlet?
"Vanessa, leave us," Diego issues the order calmly, but I sense the tension radiating from his body. Something's happening and I know he won't tell me anything, even if it pertains to me.
Without bothering to shield my exposed body, I quickly gather my clothes from the chair and storm out of the room.