Page 90 of Cartel Rose (Jorge)

I look at him skeptically, but he knows when I accept this. I’m at least willing to try. I nod and step closer to the bed. He sits on the edge and taps his lap. Rather than sit on it, I lie across it. His hand grazes over my ass, his fingertips like feathers.

What I wouldn’t give for him to have one of those right now to see how my body would react to that sensation. React to Jorge wielding it.

Goosebumps rise on my skin. He fills his palm with my right ass cheek and massages, squeezing and rocking. He gradually tightens his hold on me.

“You’re mine now,chiquita. Mine to take care of and to pleasure. Mine to punish when you lose your way.”

I inhale a shuddering breath as he switches to the other ass cheek.

“There are dirty, dirty things I want to do when I fuck you, little one. There are sweet things I want to do as I worship you.”

His fingers slide between my ass cheeks, and my instinct is to clench—but only for a moment. I relax, and his fingers inch farther down. He glides his index and ring finger along the outside of my pussy lips three times before he lets his middle finger dip into my cunt—but only to his first knuckle. I moan and shift restlessly. He feels how wet I am already and how much wetter I grow as he continues to tease.

“This fine ass is mine to spank, squeeze, pinch, and fuck whenever I want.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I agree without hesitation. I hope my tone tells him I’m being honest and not just responding to dirty talk in kind. He uses the cream on his middle finger to slowly circle my clit as his other hand reaches beneath me to tweak my nipple. He pinches and tugs before rolling it between his index finger and thumb.

“These tits are magnificent. I’ll suck and bite and fuck them whenever I want. They were made for my enjoyment, little girl. They’re mine just like the rest of you.”

Perhaps one day we’ll watch a baby we make together nurse from them. I’ve never pictured that—not even had a hint of an image of that—with another man. Not even Bastian to tell the truth. I would’ve run for the hills if I had this early in another relationship. Now the thought makes my cunt ache.

He lets go of my nipple, trailing his fingertips up and over my collarbone, then down past my shoulder blades. His whole hand glides along my back until his arm wraps around my waist. His hand rests on my belly for a few seconds; his possessiveness clear, if only implied. As he draws it back, I reach for his wrist and press it against my taught stomach.

“Daddy, please.”

I don’t know what I’m asking for. The words tumbled out of my mouth. It could be several things. My spanking. His possessiveness. Our baby. The first two for sure, but the third is far too much. Hell, maybe all I want is an orgasm. I turn my head to look up at him, and his gaze is so heartfelt that he might give me all four right now if I wanted them.

He dips the single digit all the way into my cunt. He does nothing, and I whimper. He draws it out, and my right foot tries to stomp, but only my toes touch the floor. He makes sure his finger’s covered in my cream before tracing a line between my ass cheeks until he reaches the place my body hides from him—for now. He presses against the hole, the pad of his finger easing into the tight opening.

“Can you guess how many times I’ve pictured a plug in your ass? A secret only we know about. One that makes you desperate for my cock every time I put it in. One that prepares you just for me.”

“Fuck, Jorge. That’s hot.”

“That’s because you’re hot. You’ve filled many of my nights, visiting me in my dreams and dancing in front of my eyes as I jerk myself off.”

“I’ve—I’ve?—”

“You’ve what, little girl? Rubbed your clit, wishing it was me? Wishing my cock was sliding into your pretty pink pussy?”

“Yes. Fucking hell, Jorge. Since the day we met. I’ve wanted you when I shouldn’t have. When I wasn’t free to have those thoughts, but I did.”

He pulls his hand away from my puckered flesh and bring it down on my ass. The sound of his flesh landing against mine fills the room, but he didn’t strike me hard. I moan. He lands another and another across both cheeks.

“Tell me your dirty little secrets,chiquita.”

“I wanted you to fuck me in the conference room. Bend me over or lift me onto the table. Any position if it meant I felt you inside me.”

“A place where anyone could’ve walked in on us.”

He keeps the swats light, but he continues to pinken my ass as we talk.

“Yes. I didn’t care. I wanted you so much, and you were always close enough to touch but never mine to have. I knew that shadow in the alley was you. I was sure of it. As much as it scared me, I wanted you to pull me into the shadows.”

“What did you want me to do?”

“Fuck me against the wall. Shred my panties after you demanded I pull my skirt up for you. I wanted you to take me.As much as I wanted to fuck you where anyone could see us, I wanted it as a dirty secret too.”