Page 143 of Cartel Devil

I waggle my eyebrows at him. He holds me tighter and immediately makes for the ladder. We enter the hut through the bathroom and shed our wet suits before drying off.

“Come here, chiquita.”

“Yes, Daddy.”

I stand in front of him as his gaze skims my body. He makes me feel beautiful no matter what. He always has.

“Climb onto the bed.”

I follow his instructions, getting on my hands and knees. I hear a bottle snap open, then his oiled palms massage my ass and lower back. It’s fucking divine.

“Mmm, Daddy, right there.”

He finds a particularly tight and tender spot where my spine meets my hips. He works that until I feel it release. I shake my ass at him. He playfully slaps it.

“Yes, Daddy. That’s right. Give me some more.”

I tease as I push my hips back as though I’m chasing his hand. He obliges, and I moan. I widen my legs and tilt as far forward as I can. He changes the angle of his hand this time, so he nails both cheeks.

Another bottle snaps open, then I feel a warm liquid dribble along the divide between my ass cheeks. I relax as I shift to turn my knees inward slightly. I feel the plug pressing against my entrance. I make it as easy as I can for Joaquin to slide it in.

After the mortifying experience of having that removed right before getting my stomach pumped, it was nearly two years before I was comfortable leaving the house wearing one. Just like the first time, I didn’t realize it vibrated until Joaquin turned it on. He did it as we were walking across our circular driveway to get into a waiting town car. Thank goodness the privacy glass is always up because he toyed with me the entire way to the charity gala for one of the child development centers our family sponsors.

When I looked around, I noticed I wasn’t the only syndicate woman shifting in her seat from time to time. We’re all kinky fuckers—literally. We had a hotel room for the night, so we disappeared during Tío Enrique’s speech. That did not go unnoticed, but that was mainly because Pablo and Florencia came back into the ballroom just as we were leaving.

“How’re you feeling, chica?”

“Full.”

“Can you take all of it, or do you want to go down a size?”

“All.”

He presses a little harder until it slips all the way into my ass. He helps me shift on the bed until I’m comfortably resting on my side with a pillow under my belly and one at my lower back. This isn’t our first rodeo here, so Joaquin’s already configured our restraint system. He ensures my arms are at a comfortable angle and height before he lifts my top leg, bending it slightly before pressing it forward to attach a cuff that suspends my leg in the air. He leaves my lower leg alone, knowing anything else doesn’t feel good for more than a couple minutes.

He eases the vaginal spreader into me. He fits the metal oval inside my opening and presses me open, not expanding it nearly as wide as he does when I’m not pregnant. It’s more symbolic than anything else. This and vibrators were something we definitely asked Madeline about, not Tía.

He sets the plug on the second level as he turns on a vibrator with a clit stimulator. I’m breathing heavier from excitement. He teases me as he slowly inches it inside me. He makes it halfway then stops, tormenting me until I’m begging.

“Please, Daddy. Please.”

“What do you want me to do, baby girl?”

“Give me all of it.”

“Hmm.”

He moves slower than I thought possible until it’s all the way in. But rather than place the extension against my clit, he spins it and presses against the area between my pussy and ass. We’ve discovered during pregnancy, that area’s particularly sensitive and arousing. We haven’t looked up why. We just go with it.

As he moves the vibrator, he leans forward and latches onto my nipple. While it’s not his favorite thing, he likes my milk. I’ve always had a healthy supply, so I’ve never worried about him having some. It’s not like he’s requesting to have it in his coffee or cereal. It’s only ever when we’re having sex or sometimes at the end of a particularly stressful day. It’s just something we’re into.

Right now, he tongues my nipple before nipping at it and sucking again. He edges me for what feels like forever, until my cunt’s dripping and getting sloppy. He adjusts the restraints slightly, so I can roll a little onto my back without it being all the way, and the pillows are in the right place to support me. He removes the spreader before he climbs onto the bed and settles between my thighs.

He licks me dry, and I watch him slip his hand beneath him. I know he’s stroking himself. When he looks up at me, he knows I know what he’s doing. He’s teasing me. He knows I want my hand around his cock not his.

“Soon.”

He dives in, licking, sucking, flicking, grazing. All the ways he can arouse me with his mouth, he does it.