Page 74 of Cartel King

When I withdraw, she licks her lips just like I did. Her grin matches mine. I hurry to unfasten her arms and help her sit up. I rub and move them around. She promises she’s not stiff anywhere from the many times I’ve restrained her.

I’ve spanked her enough her ass remains a deep shade of pink. I noticed the beginning of a bruise last night. I stopped immediately. That’s not my goal. I like her ass cherry red while I’m spanking her. And I love seeing how pink it still is. But I don’t want to mar her with bruises.

I’m about to carry her upstairs when I remember what’s at the other end of the table. I guess her son really has me spooked because I don’t want to leave anything behind. I grab the vibrator and the pinwheel along with the pillowcases and sheet I used to bind her to the table. She holds out her hands to make it easier for me. I pass her everything as I stoop to gather them, then I lift her off the table and into my arms.

“I can walk. I don’t think my feet have touched the floor since yesterday morning.”

“Why should you walk when I prefer to carry you? I enjoy having you where you belong.”

“And where is that?”

“In my arms.”

“You say the sweetest things, Enrique.”

She kisses my cheek and rests her head against my shoulder as we make our way to her bedroom. What I have in mind next involves a mirror. I place her on the bed before I grab the full-length mirror on a wooden frame that lets it tilt up and down. As I lay it on the floor, I know she’s watching, wondering what I’m doing. I’m certain she can guess part of it. I set it up in front of the rocker recliner she has in her room. I grab the lube from the bedside table before I offer her my hand. She takes it without hesitation.

“You’re letting me walk somewhere?”

“For now, little one.”

I guide her over to the chair and mirror. We put a foot on each side of the mirror.

“Lean forward.”

She grasps the arms of the chair. I twirl the butt plug again, gliding it in and out. Sometimes all the way to the tip. Sometimes barely enough to notice.

“Do you think you can take me, Ellie?”

“I’ve known I can the whole time. You’re the one who insisted on stretching me.”

“Because I don’t want to harm you. I never want that.”

“I know, Enrique, and I’ve never worried you would. You’ll always be careful with me and always mindful of your size and strength. I know if you were thoughtless and harmed me, you’d never forgive yourself, and we wouldn’t do this anymore. That would be an epic tragedy.”

“Epic?”

“Yes. Of the greatest proportions.”

“You really are a little kinky.”

“A little? I thought I was showing you I’m pretty fucking kinky all the time.”

It’s not like we haven’t had vanilla sex. That was partly to let her body rest. But it was more about sharing something neither of us is ready to say. It was practically a spiritual experience. It was like the first time we did it slowly. We watched each other the whole time, and I didn’t want that connection to end. I don’t think she did either because we both fought to hold out for as long as we could.

I ease the plug from her and let it fall to the floor beside my foot. I snap open the cap and pour lube over my cock. I let a stream dribble down her ass to the place I haven’t visited yet, but I will soon claim.

“What’s your safe word, little girl?”

“Mushrooms.”

I use the tip of my cock to spread the lube around, pressing into her enough for it to dribble farther inside her.

“Look down, Ellie. Watch us.”

We peer into the mirror together. I’ve had sex in rooms with mirrors on the ceiling. I’ve had sex standing in front of mirrors.

But I’ve never done this. The view is mesmerizing as I sink into her over and over again.

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