“Miguel, I’m sorry I went away. Things happened…”
I shush her. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“But If I could explain….”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I say again. “It’s history.”
“Is it a history we could look at starting again?” she looks up at me with heavy eyes, and I smile. She thinks she has me. What an idiot.
I pull away from her and down my drink before I sit back. “How could I trust that you won’t leave again?”
“I’m not a naive little girl anymore, Miguel. I have learned a few things since you last saw me.”
I’m sure she has. The thought disgusts me, but if she wants to go this route, then that’s exactly what we will do. I sigh and settle back. “Kira, that’s a lot of talk for someone who’s been cursing and disrespecting me for days. I’m afraid I can’t take your word for it. Action speaks louder than words.” I look at her pointedly, and she swallows.
“Is there nothing I can do?” she asks, and I’m pleased her voice is shaking.
I shrug. “I’m sure I can think of many things for you to do to prove yourself, but I want the inspiration to come from you.”
She swallows what’s left of her whiskey and sets the glass down. She stares into the fire, and I’m almost sure she will return to her room and try another day. She stands up, and I smile at her, but she reaches behind her to tug on the lace holding the corset.
I watch her curiously as she slowly drops the corset and skirt to her feet. She’s only in a black thong, with her hair cascading down her back. She turns to face me, swallowing hard, and to me, her breasts seem a little heavier. I don’t even act at this point.
I spread my legs, unzip my pants and pull my dick out. I leave it lying there, and I look at her expectantly.
“It isn’t going to suck itself, Kira,” I say after she doesn’t move.
She blushes, and her eyes are shiny, but she kneels between my legs and slowly starts to stroke my flaccid cock, coaxing the beast awake. It grows as it stiffens, and I sigh, keeping an eye on her.
She looks me in the eyes before she bows her head and softly sucks on the tip of my now-hard dick. I get comfy and watch her. She’s gentle as she plays with my balls and licks up and down my shaft.
Hesitant.
I click my tongue. “Come on, Kira, I know what you’re capable of. Give it your best.”
She pulls off and blushes. “It’s been a while.”
I snort. “I thought you wanted to prove yourself?”
She nods and takes my cock in her mouth again. I don’t give her a choice this time. I grab her hair and force her head down, the tip of my cock grazing the back of her throat. I grunt and let her up for air before I push her down again, causing her to gag loudly. There’s a loud slurping noise as I release her, she is panting now, but she goes down on me again, taking as much as she can before she gags and pulls off.
I close my eyes and relax for a moment before I push her off and stand up. “Here, let me help you.” I hold her head in my hands, hips height. “Open your mouth wide and stick out your tongue.”
She does as she’s told, looking up at me fearfully. I smile and push my cock into her mouth deeply, and then without warning, I start fucking her mouth. She holds my hips for balance and tries to breathe around my member shoved into her throat again and again. Tears begin rolling down her face, and I smirk at her. I pull her off me hard, and she tumbles back against the table.
“Get up,” I command, and she scrambles to her feet. “Bend over the table, Kira.”
“Miguel…” she says shakily.
“You don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I sneer, looking into her eyes.
She turns around and bends over. I shove her thong to the side, line up my tip with her pussy, and push into her. She cries out as I bury myself balls deep inside of her. Fuck, she’s tight. I forgot how tight she felt.
I hold her hips and start pounding her, the sound of slapping skin filling the air along with the crackling of the fire. I work up a sweat as I lean forward to grab her breasts. I grope them as I pump my hips, thrusting hard and ignoring her cries. I can’t even tell if they’re from pleasure or pain, but soon enough, I feel my balls tighten. I grip her breasts hard and bury my cock in her as I come.
Once I’m done, I pull out and get dressed. Kira stays there for a moment before she turns to look at me, and I look down at her coldly, “That was fine. You can go to your room now.”
She looks like she’s going to cry, and I ignore the stabbing pain in my chest as she pulls her dress on loosely and hurries out of the room.