Page 25 of Cartel Prince

“Yes, sir.”

I latch onto her clit, biting enough to make her whimper before I suck. I flick it with my tongue before I thrust three fingers into her.

“Pablo! Oh, God!”

Fuck. I love hearing the breathy way she says my name. It’s on an exhale. It makes my cock twitch as I picture her saying it that way as I drive it into her cunt.

Her hips jut forward, pressing my mouth to her more. I finger fuck her as I work her clit, sometimes pressing my tongue into her alongside my fingers. My free hand presses against her belly over where my other hand works the front wall of her pussy.

“I need to come. Please may I come?”

I pull my mouth away and pinch her clit as I continue to work my fingers in and out. She stomps her foot in impatience. I slap her clit in response. She screams as her hips thrust forward. I slap it again. She wails her response.

“Oh, God! Please!”

“Who decides?”

“You, sir.”

“Why?”

“Because I belong to you.”

“Who am I?”

“My Dom.”

“What does that make you?”

“Your sub.”

“That’s right. I’ll give you your orgasm when I want. Until then, I’ll edge you.”

I don’t intend it to be a test, but it is. It’s a test of her trust in me. She needs to trust I’ll take care of her and give her what she ultimately needs. A partner who’s promised to take care of her and fulfills that promise. It goes both ways. She’s offering her submission, her willingness to put her faith in me. I’m trusting her not to come until I say she can.

“Sir, my mind’s telling me not to come. But I don’t think my body can stop. I’m sorry. I want to obey.”

“I know you do, little one.”

I flick her clit with my tongue before I lick. I soothe her, and she releases a shuddering breath.

“Come,chiquita.”

I suck again, and my fingers rub her G spot. I feel the extra flood of cream before I taste it.

“Ay, Papí.”

She moans the phrase. It’s one I’ve heard plenty of times before in many contexts. It’s fucking sexy as hell. It might mean “yes, Daddy” in English, but those have very different connotations. As she comes, I realize I wouldn’t mind hearing either of those.

I once sawTíaElle mouth “Daddy” toTíoEnrique, and I know I heard my childhood friend Madeline say it to my cousin Javier when I walked past the closed door of my parents’ half bathroom. There’s no doubt he was pleasuring her. It’s not a term that’s ever been appealing to me before. No woman’s called me that, and I’ve never wanted one to.

Until now.

Flora’s legs bend as she presses against the door as though it’s all that’s keeping her upright. I remove her bra straps from around her wrists before I stand and scoop her into my arms. I carry her to the bed and sit on the edge. Sweat beads along herhairline as she struggles to catch her breath. I kiss her, and she nestles against me more.

“I want to make you come, sir. I want to taste you too.”

She tries to pull away, but I hold her tighter.