Diego
I tenderly stroke her head, my thumb working gently to wipe away the wet streaks on her cheeks. "It's okay now, Mama," I murmur, pulling her close to my chest as sobs wrack her body. Her tears permeate my shirt, leaving it damp, but in this moment, I couldn't care less. Her needs outweigh any concern for the clothing I'll likely need to change out of anyway.
She stays silent, and I resist the urge to push her into speaking, even though I know I could. Instead, I cradle her until her breaths even out, and she appears to be okay again, if only momentarily. Repairing the damage from today will take time, but we can do it.
She's strong enough.
"The first part of your punishment is over," I announce in a hushed tone.
Her eyes widen as she gazes up at me with bloodshot eyes. "T-There's more?" she whispers, her voice cracking.
I nod. "I went easy on you. The shit you pulled today could have easily earned you twenty spankings. Disposing of trash is expensive, you know. But we'll work up to that. For now, I'll give you a choice for the second part of your punishment."
Her face contorts with a blend of fear and uncertainty, and I relish in the satisfaction of her reacting to me once again.
"Option one," I declare, my voice a low murmur, "you endure ten more spankings. Option two," I continue, watching intently for her reaction, "you worship my cock."
The room is enveloped in a charged silence, punctuated only by the flicker of uncertainty in her eyes. Anticipation hangs thick in the air as she breaks the quiet with a whispered, "W-What does that mean?"
A thrill courses through me. I was hoping she would choose the latter. I've been dying to bury my cock inside her, even if it's just her mouth. That's more than enough for now.
"That means you're going to suck me off until I come down that pretty little throat of yours," I respond, trailing a finger down her throat to her collar.
The fire reignites in her eyes, and I sense that she desires this just as strongly as I do.
There's my feisty queen.
"On your knees."
She eagerly climbs out of my lap and settles between my legs on her knees.
"Take it out. Now."
As she's done many times before, she swiftly undoes my belt and unzips my pants. However, this time, she doesn't seem fearful of the monster between my legs. She pulls it out with confidence, and I nearly unravel when I feel her soft hands around me.
Her breathing grows heavy, and she moistens her lips with the tip of my tongue.
"Tell me what you want, Mascota," I growl, my voice tinged with the strain of desire. I need to bury myself in her throat, fuck her until she can't breathe, but I must remember this is her first time sucking dick. We have time to get her accustomed to my needs.
"I want to taste you, Sir," she admits softly, still holding my throbbing dick in her small hands.
Fuck, this might be the fastest I'll ever come.
"Do it." I can sense her nervousness, but she leans down and flicks her tongue across my thick head, moaning softly at the taste of my precum. Without hesitation, she then glides it along the tip to the base. When I make a low rumble in my chest, she looks up at me, seeking approval or perhaps guidance.
"Good girl. Keep going," I praise huskily. I resist the urge to take over, letting her explore my cock on her own. Her tongue swirls around my crown, pumping up and down my shaft slowly as she watches my reactions.
Fuck. Knowing I'm the first man that she's done this with...the first and only man who's had her pretty hands wrapped around his dick drives me with primal need to finish taking all her firsts. Next, I'll claim her pussy and then her ass and she'll let me because she was made to be mine.
Eventually, she sits back on her feet, needing me to take over. I pet her head, saying, "That's my good fucking girl. Now I'm going to fuck your pretty mouth."
She nods desperately.
I slap my dick across her cheek. "Words, Mascota," I remind sternly.
"Please, Sir."
I unfasten my belt and secure it tightly around her hands, ensuring she can't free herself. Then, resuming my seat, I tug on the front of her collar to draw her closer to me.
Just as I requested, Camila styled her hair to retain its puffy texture, just the way I prefer. All for moments like this. I grab a fistful of loose hair, balling my fist so I can use it as a reign. "Open wide," I instruct.
She obeys, parting her lips as much as she can. I push my cock past her pouty lips, inch by inch, until I hit the back of her throat. Then, I withdraw completely before shoving it back in. She gags, but hollows her cheeks, sucking me harder while I guide her head up and down my length.
"Fuck. Your throat feels so good," I groan, my voice strained. As I increase my pace, she sinks her nails into my thighs, the pain only adding to my pleasure.
"That's it, take all of me." My breathing grows ragged, every harsh thrust sending me closer and closer to the edge. Tears stream down her face, smearing her makeup, but she still looks so fucking beautiful. I can tell she loves how rough I am fucking her. She needs this. I need this.
I could've lost her today. If I would've shown up a second later, she'd have gone with that fucker, and who knows what he would've done to her before he delivered to Viktor. I vow to never let her out of my sight again, at least not with protection. I'll never let her or myself risk her safety like that again.
My hands tighten painfully in her hair as I lose all control, snapping my hips violently, my dick hitting the back of her throat at a relentless pace. With a feral growl, my seed spills down her throat. I keep my dick still, feeling her throat tighten around it as she swallows every drop.
"Such a good girl," I murmur, swiping a thumb across her swollen lips. She glances up at me.
"Did I please you, Sir?" she asks, blushing.
Instead of answering, I pull her up to me by her collar and delve my tongue into her mouth, tasting the salty remains of my cum. She instantly kisses me back with equal fervor. Just like when our lips were introduced earlier, I feel an explosive amount of passion and lust. I've never kissed a woman on the mouth before, but I needed to prove to her that she means more to me than just a piece of ass. If she's seconds from becoming my wife, I need to treat her like that in every sense of the word.
Someone suddenly barges into the room without knocking, and I slowly pull away. Camila stands in the doorway like a hurricane, ready to tear my ass a new one. "What the fuck, Diego?" she screeches, "we've been waiting for over an hour." She gasps when she catches sight of Vanessa's current state. "What the hell did you do to her?"
Vanessa blushes deeply, but I quickly cover her with my jacket. "There was a situation that needed to be handled," I respond dismissively.
Camila glares at me, and I'm sure If I weren't her brother, I'd be a dead man. "You better be glad I love you, asshole." She looks down and grimaces at my open fly. "Fix...yourself and I'll have your bride ready again in twenty. I have shit to do early tomorrow and I need my beauty rest."
I really should be more appreciative that Camila took time out of her busy schedule to do this, but it's not like I didn't pay her generously. She has a job to do, or redo, and I have a bride to marry.
"Gracias, hermanita (thank you, little sister)," I say with a chuckle, planting a peck on her cheek as I stroll past her and out of the room.