Page 71 of Cartel King

Finally.

Of course, it’s short-lived. He isn’t ready for me to come. He controls my orgasms. His fingers are inside me, but they don’t move. They don’t thrust. They don’t stroke my G-spot. They don’t rub near my cervix. They’re just there. It’s not comforting like when I sit on his dick while we talk. I can’t stop my hips from twisting when I shift my weight from knee to knee. I’m antsy.

“You need to get off, don’t you,chiquita?”

“You know I do, Daddy.”

“I could…But I don’t want to.”

“Will you ever?”

He chuckles, and it’s about the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard.

“Maybe. Why should I let you when I’m having so much fun toying with you?”

“I don’t know.”

I don’t. It’s getting hard to form a coherent thought. I breathe through the nearly unbearable pain that’s a coalescence of several overly sensitive parts of my body. But the more I relax to bear it, the more my mind eases. I’m not letting my mind wander. I’m living in it. Basking in it.

I’ve never experienced so much physical sensation. He can do whatever he wants as long as he doesn’t stop. It’s my turn to sigh. He senses the change in me because he strokes my G-spot for a moment before pulling his fingers out. I don’t complain. I accept it. They’re only gone long enough for him to remove the clamps. He drops the whip as he shifts around me to suck my throbbing nipples as the blood rushes back into them. Since he can only reach one, the other’s left longing for his ministrations. His fingers bury into me, and his thumb rubs my clit.

I yelp when I feel the riding crop’s rapid tapping. He lightly swats me in fours as he moves the crop in an unpredictable pattern across my ass. He’s not inflicting more pain, just keeping the burn going. He pulls away from my breast and straightens.

“You’re so much stronger than you realize, little one. But you don’t have to be in control all the time. Let me do it, and just let your mind rest.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

He stops spanking me. While he continues to stroke me, I feel him reaching for something. It’s the handcuff key.

“Move your arms around. I don’t want your shoulders sore, only your ass.”

His thumb rubs slow circles on my clit, and it’s soothing now. A few minutes ago, it would have taunted me.

“Hold onto the headboard again.”

I follow his command, and he moves to kneel behind me and wraps an arm around me. He pulls my hips back as he thrusts into me. His arm keeps me from falling forward because my arms are too tired to brace myself. He thrusts until he doesn’t. I didn’t keep count. He draws my ass to his lap. I yelp at the contact, but then I settle. His hands knead my breasts as I rock with him inside me.

“There is nothing more beautiful than your submission, Ellie. Your body is more than I ever dreamed of. It’s feminine. It’s strong. It’s carried and given life. It’s a temple to be worshipped.”

He kisses each shoulder.

“I’ve never genuinely belonged anywhere. My position has always kept me apart from everyone else, even my family. But I belong inside you.”

“How’re you so sure, Enrique? We’ve never been on a date.”

“How long does it take you to pull the trigger at the right moment?”

“I just know.”

“Because you’ve made those life changing decisions in seconds for years.”

“Yes.”

“That’s how I’ve known since the moment you looked down at me from that ladder. And I consider each walk and our time on the water as dates.”

“Me too.”

I turn my head, moving my arm out of the way, so we can kiss. That hand moves to cup his head because I’m not ready for the kiss to end. I want it to go on forever. I rise and fall on his lap as his left hand trails down my soft belly until he’s rubbing my clit again. His lips brush mine as he speaks.

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