Vanessa
I'm practically begging him to fuck me by the time he leads to a room at the end of the hall of our room. He has me remove his clothing before removing my own. Watching me with a predatory hunger, I remove the last remnants separating us and toss them in the corner of the room.
"Kneel, Mama," he commands, and I comply without hesitation. He runs his finger through my hair with an approving hum. "That's right. You only kneel for me. I'm your fucking King."
My pussy gushes from his words, but I patiently wait for Diego's next order. "Open," he says sternly. My mouth parts and his dick slides past my lips, a guttural groan escaping him as he begins rocking his hips back and forth. It starts out slow, but then his fingers tighten into a fist in my hair as his pace increases. "Your throat feels too fucking good," he groans. "I won't last long like this."
By now, I've learned that doesn't mean shit with this man. He possesses an insatiable appetite for me. We've already gone four rounds back-to-back before he was spent, and somehow, I've managed to keep up. It's making me wonder if I was truly made to be his other half.
Diego plunges in and out of my throat relentlessly, making me gag between thrusts, but the sound only seems to spur him on more. I can feel trails of saliva cascading down my chest, trickling onto my thighs and pussy. I reach down to touch myself, but as if he can read my mind, he growls, "don't you dare touch my pussy without permission."
I whimper around him. My clit is swollen and throbbing so hard, it feels as if I might explode with a single touch. I look up at him with pleading eyes, but he just tsks. "Be a good girl and let me use your throat for just a little longer. Then, I'll take care of you."
I ball my fists on the thighs, relaxing my jaw as he continues to use my mouth for his pleasure. I can feel more pressure growing in between my legs, and I helplessly moan, the sound vibrating on his dick. "Fuck," he grunts, fucking my face impossibly faster and harder. With a roar, his salty, sticky discharge shoots down my throat and I swallow it in one gulp.
"Good girl," he croons, his touch gentle as he strokes my jaw. Basking in his praise, I attempt to stand up, but he shakes his head, denying my movement. "It seems you've made quite a mess on the floor. I want you to lick it all up."
I glance down at the floor and notice the puddle I've inadvertently created. Raising a questioning brow, I hesitate to verbally ask him something I already know the answer to.
"Now, Mama," he commands firmly, his tone tolerating no disobedience.
I shake my head. There's no way I'm putting my tongue on this floor. I know the housekeepers clean every day, but there's just no way I'll be licking up my own fluids.
He stands there patiently, his demanding gaze fixed on me. I shake my head again.
No way in hell am I doing that.
Maintaining eye contact, he wraps his hand around his cock and begins fisting it, slowly and teasingly. "Clean. It. Up. Vanessa."
He did mention pushing my boundaries today, but I never imagined it would be this boundary. It's as if the beast within him has been unleashed after being restrained for too long, and now he's seeking to destroy me entirely, just like he did when we first met.
Was his love for me all an act back then? The doubt creeps in, gnawing at the edges of my mind as I grapple with the unsettling possibility.
With defiance burning in my eyes, I lean down and obediently lap up my own juices. They're surprisingly sweet with a hint of tanginess, and as I taste them, I feel myself growing even wetter. A soft groan escapes me, rumbling up from deep within my chest.
Is there something wrong with me? Should I be getting turned on by this?
After I finish, I sit back up in the kneeling position. Diego crouches down and draws his fingers through my lips. "I knew it. Still fucking soaked." He pulls me to my feet, crashing his mouth in a fiery kiss. His tongue takes the lead, exploring my mouth with determination. He eventually pulls away with a smirk. "Fuck, you taste so good. Don't you agree, Mama?"
Blushing, I nod in agreement. He walks over to the bench in the center of the room, reminiscent of the one I was strapped to in his club what feels like ages ago.
"Yes, Sir," I reply, my apprehension growing. Is he going to have Danny come in here?
"Crawl to me," Diego orders, and I obey, getting down on my hands and knees. His gaze feels like it's burning through me as I crawl across the floor towards him, stopping at his feet and returning to the kneeling position.