Page 46 of Punished

I stare into her eyes and push back her hair behind her ear. Then I lean in and kiss her hard, my hands lost in the softness of her hair. She opens her mouth and lets me in. Our tongues meet, and I taste her sweetness. Her fists clench my shirt as she pulls me closer to her. We stay there, taking each other in. Letting the kiss sort through all the emotions we don’t know how to talk through right now. Our bodies grind together, and our hands roam one another. She pushes me onto the bed and climbs on top of me.

“Damn. Slow down. Are you okay to do this right now?”

“I’m a nurse, Adrian, I’m fine. I’m also pregnant, emotional, and horny as hell.”

“In that case, I think you need to be punished for what you said earlier.” A smile grows on her face. I know what she needs. Both our emotions are high. I slide my hand under her hospital gown and cup her pussy.

“Adrian, let me lock the door. What if someonewalks in?” She bites her bottom lip, and my mouth moves to claim her lips as my own.

“Then they’ll get one hell of a show.” I pull the hospital gown over her head, and she lifts her arms. Her nipples are already hard. I pull one into my mouth and she shutters. I squeeze her bare ass, then I pull my hand back and slap it hard. She jumps, but her eyes let me know how much it excites her. My mouth marks her neck and chest. I bite her everywhere, just the way she likes.

“Tell me what you want, diosa.” She doesn’t shy away, as she pulls my erection out and wraps her hand around the base. She strokes it up and down while she stares at me. I watch as she spits on the tip and hiss as she takes the crown into her mouth.

She takes me down deep and sucks hard, stopping at the top to run her tongue over the sensitive tip. Her long hair spreads out all around me. I grab a fist full of it and push her down deeper. Spit gathers and leaks out the side of her mouth. I love the way her mouth feels, but I need more. I need to taste her arousal and swim inside her. I pull her off me by her hair as she catches her breath.

“Get on top and ride me.” I rip off her panties and she bends forward, pressing her lips to my neck. I let my hand glide over her, feeling how wet she is. I stick my middle and ring finger into her and pull them out.

“You’re soaking wet.”

I move my fingers to my mouth and suck on her arousal before I shove them into her mouth. She closes her mouth around them and moans. My dick’s so hard it hurts. When I remove them, she stares right into my eyes, and then slowly moves herself on top of me. She arches her back and places her hands behind her. The angle showing me her clit as she uses her ass to bounce on my cock. I rub my finger over her clit as I thrust into her from the bottom.

“Fuck me hard, Adrian.”

I need to get in deeper. I move her so she’s laying down and stand on the side of the bed, one of her legs on my shoulder and the other hanging off the side of the bed. I thrust in hard and she whimpers. I rub my finger over her sensitive nub, then pinch it hard. I grab her nipple and do the same.

“Who do you belong to?” I ask.

“I belong to you.”

“Good girl.” I pinch the other nipple, and her hands reach to hold tight to the bed’s side rail. I thrust in hard and continue to play with her nipples.

“Cum all over me.” I love when she talks dirty. Her wet pussy making that sweet symphony I like while I thrust into her. Her moans become longer and her breathing heavy. She’s almost there. I pinch her clit one last timeand she screams. Her orgasm breaks through, and I pound into her harder. My name never sounding sweeter. I want to cum all over her tits, but I’ll wait till I get her home. I release myself inside her and slow my motions. I can’t get enough of her. I want to stay inside her for a second longer, to feel the waves of her orgasm lower.

In our passion, I had forgotten where we were, and I remove myself from her so I can lock the door.“Really? Now you lock the door?” She rolls her eyes as she reaches to pull on her gown.

I move to her and bite down on her ass.

“I’m still not done punishing you for what you said.”

“What did I say?” she asks as she stares back into my eyes. They are still full of lust, and if she’s not careful, I’ll take her for round two.

“You told your aunt that she is the only person you have left.” She frowns and turns to look away. I pull her face back towards me.

“I am your family, too, now.” My hand goes to rub her tummy. The life inside her. “Our family.” I lower my lips to kiss the soft skin on her abdomen. In months to come, this stomach will grow and she will glow like the goddess she is. I feel her hand rub the back of my head as she looks down at me.

“I love you, Adrian.”

“I love you, too, diosa. Let’s go home.”

“To my family. My very reason for living,” Don Vicente says, and everyone lifts their drink in unison. Thalia grabs my drink before I can take a sip and downs it. I laugh at her. It’s been a few weeks since we were released from the hospital. Adrian took me back to his apartment, and I haven’t left since. Alma decided to take a trip back to California, to see her foster parents, after having a rough time with me being kidnapped and the anniversary of her mom’s death. I knew we’d have to have that uncomfortable talk about me moving out, but I didn’t want to add to her stress.

Before I left the hospital, I made sure to stop by Thalia’s room so I could thank her for coming for me that day. We were never the types for emotional apologies, and I’m sure any psychiatrist would say sweeping things under therug was unhealthy, but our friendship would survive. I apologized for what I had said, but I didn’t need to explain or interrogate her about the rumors. People often think friendship means sharing every single secret of your life, but if you really care for someone, you also respect their privacy on matters they are not willing to share with you.

She and Alma have been treating me like a porcelain doll since they found out I am pregnant. Not even Adrian has been that protective of me. I still haven’t fully processed my mom’s death, and both of them have been there for me every time the waves of grief come up.

Patricio met with the leader of Los Peregrinos to establish a peace treaty and retrieve my mother’s body so I could hold a small ceremony for her. Gael helped me to find a therapist who could be trusted with the things I told her. She came from a family that was submerged in the cartel, and she has been able to not only relate, but also help me to process everything. My first session with Doctora Julia was last week, and it went well past the hour mark. I had admitted to her that my biggest fear was becoming my mother. There have been a lot of raw emotions. I find myself crying at the most random times. If I am this emotional this early in my pregnancy, I am afraid what I will be like in the months to come.

Adrian gives me that space to mourn my mother, despiteeverything she did to him and his mother. He knows that there is a very human part of me that misses her. I miss the version of her that I hoped she would one day be. A healed version, who would apologize or praise me the way I desperately wanted her to.