“I know, baby, but this will have to do.” He pushed his cock into her pussy a few times, making her feel uncomfortably stretched with his fingers still in her ass. All too soon he pulled his cock from her and spat, slicking them both before he lined the head of his cock up with her ass and started to push.
Inch by inch he forced his way into her body, adding her more of her own lubrication whenever necessary. It hurt and made her clit ache worse than it already had.
“Rodrigo,” she whined, even though he wasn’t being rough. She closed her eyes tight against the feel of him moving inside her, every flex of his hips a fresh discomfort. Teeth gritted, she waited for him to finish.
“You like when it hurts,” he accused.
“No!” she cried, wishing she could bring herself to safeword, but she knew she could take this for him, and the fact that he didn’t seem to care if she liked it was turning her on, no matter what she tried to make him believe. “You like hurting me. It’s different.”
“Liar,” he whispered in her ear. “You’re going to come.”
“No.” But the pressure in her groin and his assault on her ass – being put on display for strangers and used like his whore – had her quaking with the desperate need to orgasm.
“Quit being a whiny little bitch and come,” he growled, slapping her clit hard.
She howled, the orgasm wrenching through her body, making her ass clench painfully around the burning rod of his cock. Rodrigo grunted in her ear and come spurted into her ass, filling her, lubricating the slide of him inside her and making her orgasm harder and longer as he tugged her clit between two fingers. Behind them she heard Valor swear and Tarryn sob helplessly. She’d forgotten they were watching, and the fact that they were made her aftershocks go on forever.
When she heard the other couple retire to the attached washroom, Rodrigo pulled out and helped her clean up as well as she could.
“We’re not going back down to the party, are we?” she asked, hoping the answer wou
ld be no.
“Of course. I have business to attend to.”
“No, Mr. Solis, please!” Her voice sounded incredulous, even to her.
He helped her dress, then ran his thumbs under her eyes to tidy her makeup. His actions were so solicitous and tender that she found herself leaning against him and feeling cared for.
Next, he did his best to fix her hair. He was surprisingly good at it, although she was sure this was hardly the first time he’d put a woman back together after trysting with her in pseudo public.
“Yeah, this is all well and good, Casanova, but it’s not going to fix the other problem.”
“What? You’re not comfortable standing around at a cocktail party with my come dripping out of you?”
“No!”
“Then you’d better clench harder preciosa, because we’re not leaving for at least another hour.” He kissed her and she shoved him away with mock annoyance. “Besides, you should be thanking your dominant for the gift of his seed.”
“Do you thank our dominant when you have come dripping out of your ass, Rodrigo?”
He averted his gaze and dropped the subject. He didn’t seem to like her outing him as a submissive in front of other kinksters.
Tough luck, buddy.
Although, maybe in the business world it made people think he was weak?
Shit. Okay, no more mentioning it to other people then – not unless he brought it up first.
When Valor and Tarryn rejoined them, they all went back to the party together. For the rest of the evening, they played at being vanilla while sharing covert, amused glances.
Although it was fun, Minnow kept checking her phone for messages from Severin.
Like the day before, there were none.
*
It was strange being alone on an adventure with Rodrigo, but he made it easy. As usual, he effortlessly held up his end of the conversation, and Brussels was sunny and beautiful.