3. Chapter Three

Chapter Three

Ximena

M y body is burning up. I’m completely on fire in a way that I’ve never experienced before. I felt my panties dampen the moment he brushed my hair away from my face. His hazel eyes fixated on me as though I were the most beautiful woman in the world. It’s crazy to think that this man can see me as anything more than his friend’s daughter. But it doesn’t stop the way my heart beats faster as he walks past me the moment I let him inside my home. I watch him walk inside in his black long sleeve jacket and jeans, those fitted pants make his ass look fucking incredible while that tight shirt underneath the jacket defines every inch of his abs. His scent of star anise, and pine consumes me as I walk behind him, following him like a little puppy dog wanting attention.

I quickly catch up to him, lead him through the foyer, and inside the beautifully decorated living room. I’ve been setting up Christmas decorations since the start of this month, not caring that my father hates this time of year more than my mother. “Do you need to get your stuff at all from the hotel?” He chuckles and shakes his head. “I can have someone drop my things off, that way I don’t leave you on your own and unprotected.”

I can feel the blush slowly take over. As if I were some treasure that needed to be protected and not the depraved girl grateful that her father perished. He wasn’t a good man, the worst really and yet I hid within the darkness of his lies and pretended to be the loving and devoted daughter. Pretended to be upset over a man that would kidnap and enslave immigrants, selling them to the highest bidder as if they were animals. I should be an actress with the way the tears naturally pour from my eyes.

I hide my face between my palms, chuckling from the way my stomach flips for the concern laced in his tone.

“Don’t hide from me baby girl,” he whispers, leaning over me and using his knuckle to lift my head so that I can look into his eyes more clearly. His eyes darken the longer we stay in this moment. I bite my bottom lip trying to hold back the needy whimper I wish I could let out. “Don’t bite your lip unless you plan on letting me do it for you.” His thumb brushes against my lip, pulling it away from my teeth. I don’t hold back the moan this time, it flows from my lips with ease as he caresses my jaw a few more times while he admires the soft whimpers of desire that escape.

“Do you need me to take care of you, baby girl,” he says softly, spreading his fingers through my hair by the root and gripping roughly enough that it sends bolts of lightning through my body. I swallow, nodding slowly as I stare into his eyes. He’s a handsome man, the stubble on his face perfectly defines his strong jawline. His hair is tussled a bit, as if he’d run his hands through it countless times this morning.

I may be young, but it’s not like I’m some saint. I’ve been with a handful of boys from my college, each I carefully selected to be sure they never stuck around. That’s all they were, boys. How could I expect anyone to stay when my own father was deeper in the black market than the world's most wanted. It’s been a while since I’ve even thought of a man. But my body seems to have ignited in flames since this man stepped foot inside my house. My body is desperate for him, and I barely even know him and by the way he watches me with lust filled eyes, I can tell he wants me too.

“Please, Daddy.” I whisper, his nostrils flare as the words naturally flood past my lips. He growls in approval, the sound is hungry, and feral and it just makes me want to continue begging him just so he can ravage me in the most primal and cardinal ways.

“Say that again,” he says, reading my own thoughts, deciding against repeating myself. I shake my head with a smirk of defiance that leads to his own smile spreading across his handsome face.

He licks his lips and grips my throat just enough to surprise me. I watch him curiously as he brings his lips inches from my own. I part my lips, praying to whatever God around that he’ll just kiss me and fucking take me the way a starved man would.

“This is wrong,” he whispers, inching closer. “But I’ve never been a man of God. So, don’t make me repeat myself baby girl or there will be consequences.”

“Like what, Mr. Payne? Will you put me across your lap like a bad little girl?” I fake pout, entirely too turned on from the thoughts of being over his lap and spanked by his palm or even his belt. He exhales, letting out a slight chuckle as he moves his hands to the back of my head. A whispered whimper falls from my lips as he slams his mouth to mine. I part my lips for him, letting myself get lost in the ferocity as his tongue dances with mine. His taste of peppermint lingers as we continue this instant connection.

Neither of us pulls away, his hands remain in my hair as the other gently wraps around my neck. He’s so tall that it feels like he’s hovering over me, like he’s in control commanding my body with a mere kiss and touch of my flesh. My hands run down his chest, I can feel every groove and indent of his abs over the light fabric of his shirt.

The kiss is messy, hungry, carnal and desperate. The kind of kiss you could get addicted to. The type that you want to experience every single day of your life. The kind of kiss that could change everything.

He slowly moves away, with a faint curse on his lips as I lean forward wanting his lips on me once more. His grip on my neck tightens for a split moment, keeping me at arms distance like I’m contagious, like one kiss could get him drunk on me.

Roughly he pushes me closer to the couch, my heart begins to race as his hand leaves my throat, the heat of his hands finds mine as he guides me over the arm rest of the couch. I’m going crazy with need. He pulls away from me, and I squirm from all the intrusive thoughts of him fucking me right now. Moments go by, my patience wearing thin the longer his hands remain off me.

I hear him walk away and slowly make his way back, before I can turn around to look for him a silk fabric covers my eyes and the darkness takes over as he tightens the cloth tightly around my head.

“Beg. I want to hear you beg me to fuck you.” His voice is rough and yet there’s something about him that makes me feel safe and empowered. I don’t say a word, my lips perk up as I hear him chuckle behind me, and then to the side of me. The faint sound of a zipper is the only thing I hear before the sounds of clothes shuffling around fill the space.

“Open that pretty mouth baby girl.” I part my lips, not knowing what to expect.

“Wider and stick out your tongue for me,” he says and naturally, I obey. Like a needy and desperate whore. He keeps me waiting, humming his approval as he groans in pleasure. I imagine him stroking his hard cock in front of me, the torture of hearing his satisfaction and not being the one to bring him pleasure causes me to whimper. My need to pout and throw a fit right now crosses my mind for a moment until I feel the tip of his cock on my tongue.

My pussy clenches as the sweet taste of his precum fills my mouth, making me salivate from the delicious tease of him. I close my lips around him savoring the taste, feeling how hard he is for me. My muffled moans increase as his thrusts become more vicious until he’s hitting the back of my throat each time.

“Beg me to fuck you. Beg me to claim that pretty pussy. Are you wet for me baby girl?” he rasps. I nod, wishing I could see past the blindfold so I can look into his darkened hazel eyes, the soft waves of green and blues flaked with the gold of an angry sky.

“Use your words. I want to hear you try to talk with your mouth full of my cock.” I swallow around his shaft, and his moans fill the room while I continue bobbing my head back and forth.

I’ve always loved giving head, there’s something so powerful of being the one to drive a man wild with need. It’s a natural response to get wet, to want more but the way this man restricted my vision, the way he made my heart skip a beat the moment he stepped foot inside my house and the overpowering way he’s taken exactly what he wanted has me irrationally needy.

“Please,” I muffle with his cock still in my mouth. The words are barely intelligible, barely even words. But he groans nonetheless, and it sparks something primal in me. I slow my pace, teasing him with my tongue as I worship every part of his cock. The veins are so pronounced that I can feel them around my tongue as I lick, suck and tease him.

I can feel the orgasm build deep in my core as I squirm from one leg to the other, shifting as much as I can to relieve some tension inside me.

“Please, fuck me, Daddy,” I struggle to say, and he growls in response He pulls himself out of my awaiting mouth, as drool drips down my chin.

“You sound fucking sexy begging for my cock. I want you to scream out my name as I fuck you,” he tilts my head up, caressing my chin with his fingers as he cleans me off. His hand pushes down on my back and then there's a dip on the couch from where he’s kneeling behind me. His fingers easily glide through my wet lace panties. I don’t think I’ve ever been so close to coming while sucking a cock until now.

His thumb circles over my covered clit and I let out a loud moan, the sensation is liberating, like I’m on the verge of a high I’ve never experienced before from a drug that he must have laced me with the moment his lips met mine.

This is the moment I know that this man will destroy everything I’ve ever imagined. Every depraved thought. Every delicious detail will forever be ingrained in my thoughts.