Page 56 of Promise and Punishment

“Flattery won’t work here, Ivanna.”

“At least poke your head out. Maybe he’s closer than you think.”

I did as I was told. First, placing my ear against the door before opening it, listening for any sign of Alejandro.

“I don’t hear anything…” I said, allowing the cool air to seep along my feet and bare legs.

“Ok. So, go find him.”

“I’m not sure if I should.”

“Oh, don’t be scared, Gemma. It’s like hide and seek.”

“I’m not scared.” I claimed, not wanting Ivanna to know the consequences of what she was asking me to do. I slowly made my way through the living room before climbing along the staircase, remembering his warning from earlier.

If you ever make it to my bed, I swear I’ll take you as mine.

I fought to dismiss it, knowing this could be important as I stopped at the top of the dark landing, hesitant to approach his large double doors. I called out his name but heard nothing.

“Well?” Ivanna asked impatiently.

“He might be asleep? His doors are shut, and I don’t want to disturb him.”

“Please, trust me. At least just peek inside. It’ll be fun.”

“Our ideas of fun arewaydifferent. It’s been a weird night, ok?”

“Weird is a precursor to interesting,” she coached. “You know you want to take a peek anyways. So do it.”

A part of her was right, but the courage to take that next step felt dangerous, like I was entering the den of some notorious beast, damning myself to a sentence of tangled bedsheets and rough merciless sex.

Hesitantly, I twisted the silver knob, discreetly opening the door into a shapeless abyss. A small cast of light reached the enormous bed, the city’s subtle glimmer burrowing into its sheets, opposite to the outlined glow of a shut bathroom door.

“Oh, he’s in the shower…” I said shamefully, as if I already did something wrong. The dull patter of shower water reverberated in my direction. I wrung my hands together, keeping them low by my panties, my cheek securing the phone with my shoulder.

“Mmmm… lucky you,” Ivanna hummed. “Get closer. He needs to know.”

“How much have you had to drink tonight?”

“It’s not my fault you taste so good,” she whispered, alluding to thePiedra Precicosashe had drunk. “Remember what I told you tonight? About not knowing who you are, about taking a chance to find out?”

“This is different…”

“No, it’s not. I shouldn’t even be on the phone right now. Remember the couple at the club, the ones we caughtdancingin the dark? Well, I’m over at their place… tucked in their bathroom, cleaning myself up.”

“From what?” I asked.

For a while I just stood there, not sure what to do, my eyes shifting between the bed and the door. I was dying, brimming with a sense that I had been edging to climax for what felt like weeks now, knowing the smell of cherries alone could send me off into an orgasmic mess.It’d be so easy, I could peek inside and see his body lathered in soap.

“They brought me home, but we could barely make it past the elevator. And let me tell you, it was amazing.”

“What happened?” I asked intrigued, my lips dried at her words.

I took a few steps closer, telling myself just to listen, to fuel my imagination of how Alejandro must look. Each step was an excuse, another image in my mind.

What if he caught me? Peeking like the little slut he saw me as, wearing a pair of small, black panties. And what if he liked it? I could be porn for his eyes, a reason for his erection to fill itself stiff with blood. Fuck, if I could just see him stroke that cock, slipping that fat tip through his strong grip. I’d lose control.

“A lot happened. At one point her boyfriend went to fix us a drink… and I couldn’t help myself. Alone with a beautiful girl? Before I knew it, I had her against the wall, pulling her dress down. A few minutes and three rolling orgasms later, we were caught red handed, but that was part of the fun.”

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