Page 93 of Cartel Devil

It’s more a breathy whisper than a statement.

I could’ve left the thong intact. Hell, I could’ve fucked her with them on since that’s their point.

“Do not wear panties anymore, Tre. I’ve told you that before, and you were obeying. I want to know that every moment of the day your pussy’s ready for me. I can have it whenever I need it.”

“You need my vag?”

“I do. Knowing we can be together again has kept me going. You’ve made me an addict.”

“Mmm. Perhaps I shouldn’t enable you.”

She tries to pull away, but I lift her off her feet and guide her legs around my waist. I kiss her neck before grazing my teeth along the skin that’s faintly flavored by her perfume.

“I’ll make you crave me as much as I do you.”

“Promise?”

“Count on it.”

Our lips come together, our tongues dueling until I spank her. She immediately lets me take over and control our kiss. I know she did it on purpose to goad me. It’s a game we play, and we both enjoy it. She submits so beautifully.

I carry her to the bed and pull her loose from me before tossing her on the mattress. I roll her over and pull her to the edge. I’m still wary of being too rough, so I move slowly now. The sight of her stretched out, her smooth skin so enticing, has me unfastening my pants and pulling my cock free. My huevos ache so much I stroke myself twice. She twists to look over her shoulder and glowers at me, not a fan of me taking things literally into my own hands.

“If you don’t want it over the moment I slip into you, you’ll let me have a moment to ease my fucking balls.”

“Humph.”

She playfully pouts. It earns her another spank before I turn the butt plug I put in before we went down for breakfast this morning. She said she’s had anal a few times, but it wasn’t something she enjoyed. I wasn’t going to press the issue, not wanting to make her feel compelled to do something only for my sake. She reasoned she might like it better if her ass is more prepared. She’s been wearing incrementally larger plugs since we went shopping—the day after she came home.

She moans as I toy with her, sliding it almost all the way out before thrusting it into her. She’s wearing the biggest one. It still doesn’t compare to what she’ll take from me, but she’s ready. I press it to the flange and leave it there as I bend over and bite the cheek I spanked, knowing it already tingles.

“Be a good chiquita and wait here.”

“I can try.”

I spank her other cheek before I walk to the dresser where we keep our stash. She rolls over to watch me. I hold up a paddle, and she nods against the pillow. I hold up a riding crop, and she nods more vigorously. Next comes a vaginal spreader.

“Do you really need that? I’m already so fucking wet, Joaco. You’ll slide in so easily.”

“I don’t doubt that. I can see it on your thighs. I want a full view of all of it. I want to see the place I fucked a baby into you.”

We’ve found thinking about making our child together brings out a deeply possessive side to both of us. Only I give her cum, and only she gets mine. While we don’t have a true Dom/sub relationship, the thought satisfies both of us in our dynamic during sex.

“Okay, Daddy.”

I pull out a ball gag and show her.

“Most definitely if you don’t want the guards outside to hear me.”

“No one is listening to me ma—master my woman.”

Fucking hell. I nearly let my true sentiments slips. I’m not ready to say “make love” out loud yet. She watches me even more intently. She guessed what I was about to say, but I can’t tell if she wants to hear it. She knows I’d never use it as just a turn of phrase. I don’t want to pressure her if she doesn’t feel the same.

Finally, I gather the cuffs that attach to the under-the-bed restraints we bought. We make sure to keep them tucked under the mattress with the comforter as an extra layer. I whittled over her helping me lift the mattress to put them in place, but she promised she would slide them in while I lifted.

I saunter to the bed, teasing her in return for what she did earlier. I notice the eagerness in her gaze and how she clutches the sheets in anticipation. She rolls back onto her belly, only moderately patient. I begin with the cuffs, positioning her spread eagle. I’m exceedingly careful placing the spreader.

I’m still nervous it might be too soon, but she’s assured me the doctor gave us the green light, and she knows her body well enough that she might murder me if I don’t stuff her full with my cock—her words not mine.