Page 37 of Cartel Viper
This isnotthe direction I envisioned this conversation going.
I’m already hard from her being on my lap and the kisses we’ve shared. That she’ll cede that much control to me is arousing as fuck. I’ve never had a domestic discipline relationship because I haven’t been in a romantic one since high school. By the time I got to college, I knew I couldn’t bring anyone home to my family. Not because they wouldn’t accept the girl, but because she’d run straight to the cops. It seemed pointless to start something that would invariably end. That’s why Dom/sub arrangements were perfect.
Now Maddy’s offering me not only a BDSM relationship, but also a romantic one where we both feed my need to protect and have control. I never imagined she—or any other woman I’d meet—would be into that. I hadn’t entertained the idea, so it’s never been something I’ve thought through. Yet, here we are.
“Chiquita, we’ll figure out what’s right for us.”
She gazes into my eyes, and I wonder what she’s thinking. It’s like she’s searching for something. Is she trying to determine whether I’ll ever mistreat her like herpinche gonorreacarechimbaboyfriend? Fucking shitty face of a vagina doesn’t really lose much in translation.
“Javi, I had reservations when I started dating my ex-boyfriend, but I pushed them aside because he seemed like such a nice guy.”
The idea of me seeming like a nice guy is completely foreign to most people. I can be charming when I want to be, and it’s not like women run from me. But anyone who spends more than the time it takes to appreciate my looks soon learns my name and “nice” usually aren’t in the same sentence. Not even the same fucking paragraph. Not the same fucking conversation.
“You’ve been right that I know more about your family and you than I probably should. I know the man you are most of the time. But I have no reservations with you. Just the opposite, and that’s terrifying when I stop to think about it. How easily I trust you when we haven’t been around each other in years—most people would think I’m not right in the head. You are who you are, and I know that from the beginning. You aren’t going to turn into a monster I never knew lurked around the corner. You’re turning out to be nicer than most people will ever know.”
I suppose that’s a compliment.
“Javi, my point is, I trust you, and I want that ‘us’ you just mentioned. I didn’t give you my promise because I don’t intend to break it. I gave it knowing I will, but I’ll accept the consequences. That’s what I promised. There are secrets that aren’t mine to tell, and there are secrets that aren’t safe for anyone if I do. If that means you keep me under lock and key, then I’m probably safer that way, anyhow.”
I feel my temper flare, and I look toward the door. There’s only so much we can do with men in the hallway and my cousin around here somewhere. I glance toward the window, wondering if it’s safe to take Maddy to my place.
“You need to tell me right now whether those men would know who I am and if they would’ve told someone you were with me.”
“They might not have known which Diaz you are, but they knew you were one once we crossed into the Heights. I don’t know if they had time to tell anyone.”
“Will whoever sent them kill you?”
“Possibly.”
I expected that answer, but it isn’t the one I want.
“We’re going back to your hotel to get all of your belongings. You are checking out. Then you’re coming with me.”
“Where to?”
I put her on her feet and stand in front of her. My left arm wraps around her, and my right hand rests on her throat.
“You want to keep your secrets. Fine. But I’m keeping mine too.”
I press against her throat as I claim a savage kiss. She melts against me when I thought she might put up a fight. My tongue slips past her teeth, and a moment later, she bites. Not hard enough to hurt, but more than a nip. My hand tightens around her throat, not as retaliation but to let her know I understand what she’s doing. She can be defiant, but it’ll come with consequences.
I kiss along the underside of her jaw until I get to her ear. My teeth tug her earlobe with more force than she used on my tongue. She shivers, pressing her hips forward against my dick.
“I’m going to do dirty, dirty things to you tonight, Madeline. You are going to submit to each thing unless you clearly say no. You will take whatever punishments I dole out. You will wear my cum inside and out. That’s what happens to mychiquitawhen she keeps things from me, and I’ve given her plenty of chances to confess. When we get where we’re going, you will strip naked and remain that way until I give you back your clothes.”
I know I’m being outrageous.
I know I sound like a twisted fuck.
But she’s panting beside my ear, and she crossed her wrists behind her back on her own and is keeping them that way. She didn’t object to me using her full name this time. Just the opposite. She moaned when I did.
“Daddy.”
She whispers the single word in surrender. I tighten my hand around her throat as I kiss her. I count to ten in my head before pulling away and letting go. I step back, and she nearly falls forward. She barely catches herself. We stare at one another, and an understanding passes between us. That might have been dirty talk, but at the heart of it, it was all real. It’s what we both want. What we need from each other.
“I’ll go wherever you take me, but after you punish me, are you going to leave me there?”
“You make it sound like you fear I’ll leave you in some prison cell. I know you know where I live, and you’ve probably heard of some of my other properties. Between what’s mine and what the rest of my family owns, nowhere we go will be a hardship. I’m not dumping you in Bogotá withTíoLuis.”
