Page 65 of Promise and Punishment

The thought of an unknowing observer ever hearing my screams felt naughty, almost enticing, and I knew already with just a few more thrusts, that I’d come.

“Again,” he covered my mouth as I tried not to scream in pleasure. “Let me just feel a little more.” Alejandro positioned himself closer, tempting me with the realization that I could easily slip him inside again with the raise of my hips. He twisted my lips shut as the man called out once more.

“Mr. Rivers, I have your breakfast, sir!”

Panicked, wet, and far too horny, my greedy self wanted to take all I could with what little time I had. The pressure of his entrance weakened my knees as the springs of the bed squeaked.

“Stay nice and quiet, baby. You don’t want to get caught having that pussy stretched, do you?” his finger pressed onto my tongue, pacifying me with a gag. I sucked it good just as if it were his cock, and I didn’t care if the man downstairs heard. I just needed Alejandro to fuck me.

“Sir, I need your signature!”The man’s final shout rattled me, encouraging me to push further, taking more of Alejandro than what I should’ve. He hunched forward as I swallowed his length, pulling the entirety of him deep inside my pussy.

“God…” he exhaled, taking the sheets off the bed as he drove himself into me.

I flexed my stomach, containing the tailspin of tingles that twirled below my belly. “I want to squirt on you, Papi,” I begged, rushed from the fear of being caught and the pleasure I felt.

“Come on me, baby, go ahead and I’ll lick you up. You’ll be my fucking breakfast.” He bit into his lip, letting me know that he was close too. It made me so wet, so terribly reckless.

“Wait. No, we can’t,” I finally admitted between heavy breaths, prompting him to slowly pull out completely. I couldn’t think of anything hotter than his cum seeping into the deepest parts of me, but the risk of not having any birth control was as terrifying as it was sexy.

“You don’t know how badly I want to come inside you. How loud I want this bed to be. Fuck if he hears, or if anyone does for that matter. I just want to see how that pussy looks when it’s filled with my cum.” He closed in on me, aggressively sucking my bottom lip, as if to satisfy how sexually frustrated he’d become.

I stopped the tremor in my leg, stiffening my toes as he caressed my heart-shaped face.

“Soon!” I promised. “But not now. Go get ready, and I’ll take care of the man downstairs.” I scooted back as Alejandro fixed his hair, rising up from the bed with a stiff, pulsing erection.

“Better you than me,” he grinned.

I shooed him away as he moved into the bathroom, allowing me just enough time to throw on a robe, open the door, and relieve the man downstairs.

“Coming!” I sang out, tying the silk belt around my waist.

A short man in a uniform smiled, presenting a cart filled with food.

“My apologies, Mrs. Rivers,” he greeted. “I hope I didn’t disturb you.”

Mrs. Rivers? The sweet man’s foreign accent made me wonder if he actually knew who Alejandro was. The idea of ever being married to him had my idiotic heart beating far too hard against my chest. I snorted, thinking of the inherent charm of how that sounded;Gemma Rivers,or more authentically,Gemma Rivera-Marquez.I didn’t correct him, I merely played along as I came down the stairs, barefoot and all.

“No disturbance in the least bit.” I lied, knowing my orgasm was not completely lost, still tipping at its edge. It was as if I could explode at any second, too hesitant to move, afraid that I might leak out while standing beside this stranger.

I took the small clipboard from his hand, signing the receipt with my now fake married name.

“Thank you, ma’am,” he smiled, taking my signature. “Please enjoy.”

Oh trust me, I was enjoying my time and possibly far too much. A trickle ran down my thigh the moment he left. I sighed out in relief, wiping my leg with my robe as the elevator door shut.

“He’s gone!” I shouted up the stairs, curiously peeking beneath the covered plates on the cart. A puff of steam rose when I lifted the lid, revealing a stack of pecan covered pancakes and bacon. My stomach growled, having just realized that I hadn’t eaten last night, but instead, dunked back tequila shots at a very revealing Alex Rivers party. Actually, it wasn’t as bad as I pictured.

Sure, the scene was crazy, but it seemed simpler now that I experienced it. Could everything else be this easy? Honestly, I didn’t even feel nervous anymore, because what Alejandro and I had was much stronger than any crazy party; and maybe this was our real beginning, like the start of us being a happy couple. Was that what we were now? I mean, per his final rule last night, I washis, but to what label? Girlfriend? Lover? Did that even matter at this point? Of the list of pros and cons, this certainly felt like a pro; nights of hot sex, mornings with tea and pancakes.

I could do this the rest of my life, I told myself, trying to ignore the absence of my butterfly ring. Casually, I looked down at my finger, recognizing the white tan mark left in its absence.

It’d be weird to go look for it, trying to avoid my sudden desire to seek it out on the bathroom floor and put it back on. I was allowed to be happy. And I was, wasn’t I? With Alejandro finally opening up, I had to give him some credit, considering he told the truth about his chest tattoo. He was a good man, he had to be.

I wheeled the cart towards the kitchen, switching the T.V. on, listening to the morning news.

“You checking the weather?” Alejandro entered, asking as I fixed the table.

“Actually, the traffic,” I clutched my robe with a smile. “Just wondering how much time we have before you’re needed on set.”

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