Page 57 of Cartel Viper (The Cartel Brotherhood #2)

Chapter Twenty-Nine

Javier

Maddy had relaxed against me when we settled into the water, but my comment jerks her away, then she freezes.

“Lean back, chica . It’s not phase two of a punishment. It’s phase two of this evening. The punishment is done. You took it so beautifully and with such strength and resolve. I know it hurt.”

“Like a motherfucker, Daddy.”

Her tone makes me smile before I kiss her cheek. I lap water over her chest and shoulders before rubbing them.

“I told you we’d take a bath together. I think we could both use a chance to relax.”

“I love it. Javi, anytime I’m in your arms is the best time, but this is incredibly soothing. And being alone with you like this—I don’t know—with a bathroom door, a bedroom door, and a condo door all blocking out the rest of the world. It just gives me peace we don’t usually have.”

“That’s what I want too, little one. We need it, not just today, but all the time.

Your job is demanding, and mine pulls me in all different directions.

I want to know that at the end of the day, not only will I come home to you, but that we’ll have this solitude—just the two of us. It’s our reprieve.”

“It is, Javi. If a bath together is something we can do often, I’d love it. But even if it’s not this, knowing you’re who I’m coming home to gives me a sense of peace I’ve never had before.”

I want to ask her if that means she’ll agree to move in with me rather than just stay here as an extended house guest, but I won’t push her. She needs to come to me when she’s made that decision on her own. Too much has happened today for her to decide without me fearing she’ll regret it.

“What’s phase three?”

“I wondered when you would ask. I knew you wouldn’t be patient enough to just wait and see.”

“Definitely not patient enough to just wait and see.”

“Phase three is me making you come for the rest of the night.”

“You’re going to let me come?”

I can’t help but chuckle at her surprise. “Yes, chica . I didn’t let you do it during your punishment, but that’s over now. I intend for us to enjoy every bit of tonight, not just me.”

She sits up and wriggles her hips between my legs. I groan as my cock presses against the top of her hips. My hands grasp her waist to make her sit still.

“Are you looking for a spanking of a different sort, chiquita ?”

She freezes. “No, my ass definitely can’t handle that.”

That makes me pause. “Are you okay? Was I too rough? Was that?—”

“Javi, if I wasn’t okay with what you were doing, I would’ve stopped you. It’s sore, and I definitely won’t ask for anything more tonight, but you didn’t hurt me. I don’t want you to fear that you did. Besides, the warm bath is definitely soothing.”

“All right.”

That reassures me, but I’m still going to be vigilant that I do nothing to add to the pain.

From here on out, I want it to be purely pleasurable for her.

I return to rubbing her shoulders again until the water cools.

We step out of the tub and into my shower.

I rub the shampoo through her hair as she runs the shower poof over my body, taking extra care with my cock and balls, which ache to be next to her cunt.

As she rinses the shampoo from her hair, I lather mine, making quick work of my short hair, so I can focus on lavishing her body with my attention.

I run the poof I’d gotten out for her earlier over her body.

I lower myself to my knees to wash her legs and then her pretty pink pussy.

When she turns to rinse the suds from her, I cup her ass, gently spreading her cheeks.

She pushes her hips back, and my tongue works from front to back as I finally taste her.

It’s unbelievable how much has happened today.

Being with her this morning seems like a lifetime ago.

I’ve had other days where everything has gone wrong, and things have blown up—and not just metaphorically.

I’ve had days where I thought they would never end, and I’m so exhausted I’m practically falling asleep on my feet.

But I swear I’ve lived at least five lifetimes today with all that’s happened.

But now I’m home with my chiquita where we belong, doing what we’re meant to.

Every moment I’m with her feels like it adds time back onto my life—something I need after what I saw her do today. She shaved years off of it.

I kiss each of her ass cheeks, which are still red. But just like I promised her, I left no bruises. However, she won’t forget that punishment anytime soon.

“Face me, little one.”

She obeys immediately, her palms pressing the wall next to her thighs.

I nudge her legs apart before burying my face between her thighs.

I do with my tongue what I did with my fingers earlier, toying with her clit, slipping it into her cunt.

All the while, I stroke her ass with both hands, then over the sides and the front of her thighs, up her belly to her tits, which I’m also careful with. I massage them almost mindlessly.

“Daddy, please.”

It’s a whispered plea, and I know what she wants.

I’m not edging her or giving her any more orgasm denial.

Instead, I stand and lift her to wrap her legs around my waist. I saw earlier how she felt uneasy in Elle’s clothes because they hung so loose on her.

Whether she stays at this weight, goes back to what I remember, or gains more than that, I couldn’t care less.

My brothers and uncles and Pablo all weigh around two-twenty, two-twenty-five.

Alejandro’s the biggest of all of us. He’s easily two-forty but lean muscle like the rest of us.

If I can fireman carry his ass along with everyone else’s, then my chiquita is nothing more than a feather to me.

But I wouldn’t care what she weighs as long as she’s willing to be in my arms.

I slide her onto my cock, and we both groan with relief.

Then we’re kissing again as the water runs over us.

I have two rainforest showerheads angled, so we both fit beneath them.

Usually, it’s so I can soak under hot water, having it pound against my back and chest, or cold water to refresh me when I come in after a workout or a long day fucking up other people’s lives.

Sometimes I’m in court, and sometimes I’m busting kneecaps. It just depends on the day of the week. My brothers and I are still enforcers whenever a more senior member fucks up. We have other men to handle the low-level soldiers. People know that if Tres J’s shows up, they done fucked up.

But that’s not what I want to think about now.

All I want to think about is being with my chiquita .

We revel in this moment of just being joined.

But it’s only a couple of minutes later that neither of us is satisfied without moving.

Her fingers grip my shoulders as my hands grasp her hips to guide her up and down my cock.

We’d both come sooner if I let her move faster, but neither of us is in a rush right now.

We may both be eager to come, but neither of us wants this to end prematurely.

I take a step forward, easing her back against the tiles.

“You’re ready for more?”

It’s somewhere between a question and a statement. She nods. I thrust harder, even if it’s not faster. Each time I’m balls deep, I rock her hips, so her clit grinds against my pubic bone. I know this is what she needs. Her fingers flex and squeeze over and over.

“Javi, yes…Yes, just like that…More…Harder…Harder, Javi. Harder. Harder.”

Who am I to deny her any longer? I broaden my stance and pound into her. If we were in bed, and I didn’t worry about the hard surface behind her or me slipping, I’d be a fucking jackhammer in her pussy.

“May I come?”

“Yes, little one. I can’t hold on much longer.”

I can’t hold on at all. Her legs squeeze my waist as her cunt contracts around my cock.

Everything tenses in her body as her back arches away from the wall.

I press her hips down, rocking her to keep grinding against me.

As we come together, she goes lax in my arms and flops forward, her head against my shoulder.

I know from the way my kneecaps shake, I need to sit down in the shower or hurry up and get us out because I’m as spent as she is.

I push the glass door open only to realize I didn’t turn on the extractor. The bathroom is full of steam. I feel like the condensation on the mirror stole my chance to see our bodies together. She kisses along my neck up to behind my ear before tugging on the lobe.

“Daddy, we can always go stand in front of the mirror in our bedroom.”

I love that phrase—“our bedroom”—not just hearing it and saying it, not just thinking it and saying it, but hearing her acknowledge this is now our space.

Something we share, just the two of us. I grab towels and drape one over her shoulders while wrapping the other one around my hips and over hers, fisting it closed.

I head into the bedroom and lower her to her feet.

I hurry to wrap the towel around my waist, so I can rub her dry, but she pulls it open.

She stares at my cock and licks her lips.

We towel each other dry. I squeeze the water from her hair before glancing back at the bathroom.

Since we have none of her stuff, and I don’t know whether we’ll be able to retrieve it from the estate, she doesn’t have her regular toiletries.

“Wait here a moment.”

I take the towels from her and head back into the bathroom, hanging them up before pulling open a drawer and grabbing what I want. She eyes the hairbrush as I come to stand before her. I see a moment’s trepidation as she meets my gaze and cocks an eyebrow.

“Turn around, little one. Let me finish taking care of you.”

She really thought I might spank her with it. I ease the brush through her hair, separating the tangles as gently as I can.