Page 51 of Cartel Devil

Un bebé.

Nuestro bebé.

Un niño o una niña.

A baby.

Our baby.

A little boy or girl.

Heat blooms in my chest, and I know what decision I hope she makes.

“Sex doll, huh?”

I kiss her, pressing my tongue between her teeth until it curls with hers. She sucks lightly on mine, eliciting a growl as I grind my cock against her pussy. She lifts her hips to meet mine. I feel like I could come without her touching my skin. I slide my hand under her skirt and beneath her panties. They annoy me. I pull them away from her, then let them snap back.

“Wear these again, and I’ll shred every pair you have.”

She stares at me aghast. “You want me to go commando?”

“Yes.”

“But.”

She practically splutters the word, and I grin wickedly. It makes her swallow the sound. That and I kiss her.

“Unless you’re in a dress, and it’s the dead of winter, you’re not wearing them again. When I want your cunt, I’ll have it. You already agreed it’s mine. I’ll do what I want with it.”

“Yes, sir.”

She smirks until she sees what that does to me. I can barely keep from ripping her clothes off her. She’s feeding my dominant nature, and I’m ready to show her the beast in me.

Well, the sexual beast. Not the monster who does things every day that should have me locked in the basement of a super max prison somewhere in the middle of nowhere.

“You, little girl, are temptation incarnate.”

“Have you looked in a mirror, Joaco? You’re sin in a suit.”

“Only for you, chica.”

I lower myself onto my elbows, wrapping a lock of her hair around my right index finger. My left hand wraps around her neck and cups her jaw. My thumb sweeps over her cheek.

“I won’t wear panties anymore.”

“Good girl.”

She lifts her head and snags my mouth in a kiss that devastates my restraint. I let go of her hair and pull her skirt up to her waist, so I can reach the waistband of her thong. I’ll enjoy the view of her ass in one another day. Undoubtedly, she thinks this is just dirty talk. I’ll feast my eyes on it right before I spank her for disobeying me.

I tug her panties down as she fumbles for my belt. She pulls it loose from my pants before reaching for the button. However, I pull away. She huffs and looks like a pissed off kitten. I kiss her nose before kneeling between her legs. I lift her arms over her head before catching her wrists in one hand. I hold the buckle next to her left wrist as I stretch to wrap the belt around the lamppost next to the sofa. It’s sturdy enough that I don’t fear knocking it over. I quickly fasten the belt to bind her to the lamp.

“Joaco?”

“Right where I want you.”

I unhook the three cloth-covered buttons that are way too small for my fingers. They look like the pearl ones I’ve seen on my cousins- and sisters-in-law’s wedding dresses. If I was confident it wouldn’t piss her off, I’d rip the fuckers off.

I kiss across her tits, loving how her bra presses them up as she lies beneath me. She pulls her arms, already forgetting she can only move where and how I allow it. She arches her back, making her wishes known without saying anything. I’ll get to her nipples when I’m ready.