“You know what toy I’m talking about, querida, don’t you?” he purred. His voice was so silky, smooth, and deep it caressed every inch of her skin. She felt the goose bumps break out across her flesh as Alejandro’s voice traveled down her body.
Theodora sighed. “Yes, I know which toy.”
“Good,” Alejandro growled. The wealth of satisfaction in that one word promised Theodora untold pleasure.
He stepped away from her and swatted her ass. “Go get your coffee. I’ll go get your toy.”
Theodora walked to the kitchen with a smile on her face. She headed straight for her espresso machine, grabbed a cup and poured the last of the coffee into her mug. She snickered to herself as she opened the refrigerator and grabbed one of her flavored creamers. She opted for the matching chocolate truffle flavor.
Only Alejandro could make her feel wanton enough to barter a cup of her coffee for her ass. She sighed and thought about what she had done. The truth was she had won on both ends. She had her coffee and she would receive an endless amount of satisfaction in Alejandro’s hands.
But she had to use the toy.
Almost as if he had heard her, Alejandro appeared toy in hand. He cocked one midnight eyebrow at her, turned, and walked away. Theodora immediately gulped half of her mug full of coffee. It burned the back of her throat. Her eyes watered and her first instinct was to put the cup down. Instead she drank the rest and placed the mug on the coffee table. Theodora had bargained for her coffee and she was going to drink every last drop.
She found him in her bedroom.
Theodora stood in the doorway admiring him, her lover. His long, lean length left her breathless. Alejandro had already removed his shirt. His back was to her. His perfectly sculpted muscles stretched and tightened with his simple movements. He placed a tube of lubricant on the side table.
Theodora sighed to herself.
The man was beautiful. He was intoxicating. He was arousing. She watched his long fingered hands grasp the unopened box that held the toy, her toy. He tore it open. Theodora was amazed when her belly muscles jumped at the sight.
The sound of the paper tearing reminded her of when Alejandro had torn her panties from her body. The muscles of her cunt tightened with potent desire. The sight of the slim toy reminded her that he would be pleasuring her in a way no man ever had. The folds of her sheath filled with creamy evidence of her desire.
He turned to her with a cocky grin on his sensual mouth. “Done?” he asked with one cocked midnight eyebrow.
“No,” she retorted. “Turn back around. I was just about to get to your ass,” she said saucily. He turned fully around, strode across the room and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her hard against his chest.
“Don’t tease the beast, querida. He just might bite back,” he whispered, his voice thick, harsh and alluring. Like gravel wrapped in silk, it was deceptively smooth.
Theodora couldn’t ignore the challenge. Or was it a lure? “Maybe I want to get bitten,” she answered softly.
He chuckled. “Your wish is my command, Mistress,” he growled. His voice didn’t quite convey the subservience of a submissive. It couldn’t. Alejandro was, after all, a natural dominant.
His free hand moved up her front until it cupped one large breast. He plucked the nipple. Her head fell back, curly braids brushing against his face and neck.
“How badly do you want to get bitten, querida?” His moist breath tickled her neck, fanning the amorous flames that she could already feel leaping between her thighs.
Her panties were wet, her pussy slick with her arousal.
One hand reached up to cup her neglected breast. Then both hands massaged the mounds and tweaked her nipples. “Answer the question, Theodora,” Alejandro breathed against her skin, his lips brushing over her neck, before nipping her.
She groaned his name and moved her hips against the erection that pressed against the small of her back. “Just give me the damned toy,” she growled.
“No.” He kissed her neck, tongue darting out to taste the skin. “I want to get us both…ready.”
His words washed over Theodora, making her shiver with their soft, promising caress.
“How badly do you want to get bitten?”
She smiled at his relentlessness. He never gave up on anything. “Depends on where you’re biting me.”
She felt him jerk behind her. She had surprised both him and her with that answer. She was still surprised by how sexually liberated she felt with Alejandro, a man almost ten years her junior.
“What if I bit your neck…your nipples…your clit?”
She groaned and ground her ass against his cock. “Yes,” she gasped in shock and arousal.
“Yes to which one, querida?”
“To all. Bite me, Alejandro. Mark me. Fuck me. Just…”
“Yes,” he growled against her neck. His mouth, his tongue licked a scorching path down the pulsing vein until it reached her collarbone, twirling in a heated circle.
“On the bed, sweetheart.”
Theodora immediately did as she was told, laying on her belly. Alejandro’s fingers danced on her skin, moving from the sensitive skin of her ankles, up the goose-pimpled flesh on her calf, drifting under her robe, lifting the cloth until they reached the full cheek of her ass. She shivered at the feel of his hands on her as he inched down her panties.
She sighed in relief when he dropped them on the floor beside the bed.
Instinctively, her hips lifted, her body seeking out his touch.
Whack.
His full palm came down hard on her left cheek, stinging, burning the flesh with the scandalizing touch.
She gasped in shock. Did he just…
Whack.
His palm struck her right cheek, leaving a matching burn.
“Alejandro, I don’t…”
Whack.
His third spanking cut off any and every protest she was going to voice. Plus, the protests would have been lies. Theodora could feel her pussy clenching, fluttering with every smack. Her already aroused body felt like it was getting close to climaxing.
Whack.
Her ass jiggled, her gasp became a groan, and her hips lifted higher, needing the hot, searing feel of Alejandro’s broad palm against her ass. Cream leaked out of her pussy, dampening the sheets.
Whack.
“Please, Alejandro. Please.”
His fingers slid over her ass, soothing some of the need and slipped between her thighs. Theodora groaned in pleasure the moment his hand reached the swollen lips of her pussy. His deft fingers parted her lips of her sheath, smoothing the thick, natural cream of her desire over her cunt. His thumb pressed against her clitoris. Her body broke out in shivers.
“Oh God.”
Theodora jerked when she felt his hot, wet finger against her rosette. Her teeth bit into her bottom lip as he fingered the sensitive flesh, spreading cream against her ass, and lubricating her for the toy.
His finger slid in to the first knuckle. Pleasure, pain, and heat shot through her. Her hips jerked off the bed.
“Breathe, querida, and push back.”
She took a deep breath and moved her hips back tentatively. It was too much. Too much for her to handle. Her fingers gripped the sheets.
Theodora shook her head. “I can’t,” she choked out.
“Back. Now.”
She took another breath and moved her hips. “Oh God.”
“That’s it, sweetheart. Ride my finger. Take just a little more, querida.”
After a few moments of getting used to the presence of his finger in her ass, she pushed against him. Alejandro worked his finger deeper. She felt the second knuckle stretching her. Just when she had gotten used to his presence Alejandro slipped his finger out of her. Moments later he returned it, plus another with more lubricant.
“Fuck!”
“Good girl. Remember, we’re taking it slow. Slow.” The sound of his gruff voice smoothed over some of her resistance. She wa
sn’t the only one affected.
“Tell me what you see.”
He slid in another inch. “My fingers…God, my fingers are deep in your ass. It’s…beautiful. Your skin is so lovely, dark. It reminds me of the sweetest chocolate from Columbia. And my fingers warm, hot, like caramel.” He laughed, the sound harsh, sexy, full of sexual desire. “We’re the sweetest candy.”
His fingers withdrew from her body. With every inch that he withdrew, her body burned more and more, needing the feel of his touch. He slid the warm, ridged toy in to replace the fingers that had abandoned her.
Theodora could feel every line, every curve of the warm plastic instrument moving against her skin as it thrust in and out of her ass. “Fucking shit,” she groaned into the pillow.
“How does it feel, querida?”
She pressed her hips back, seeking the feel of his skin against hers and gasped when the toy slipped in more.
“Now, damn it. Now, Alejandro.”
Theodora heard Alejandro hiss through his teeth, the sound a testament to the desire riding him as he fitted his cock to the mouth of her empty pussy. She moved her hips back and he slipped in the first few inches.
“Yes. Yes!”
His cock plunged past the tight muscles of her cunt, until he was fully embedded inside of her.
“Fuck yeah!”
Theodora almost laughed at his growling exclamation, but pleasure was riding her too hard for her to do anything but moan.
She was tight, tighter than she had been since losing her virginity. The toy in her puckered rosette created the stretched, tense feeling of being filled to the brim. Adding Alejandro’s impressive size to the mix meant she felt like kindle that had just been doused in gasoline before being lit.
Alejandro slid out of her, his cock stroking along the walls of her pussy, and Theodora felt herself bubbling over the edge, heading straight to a shattering orgasm. He thrust back in, hard and full of energy. She moved up the bed with the force of the plunge, but the fact was barely noticed as she groaned low.
“Harder,” Theodora growled as she clenched the sheets, hoping to keep herself anchored for his thrusts. His fingers grabbed her hips, digging almost painfully into her flesh. He thrust deep, hitting the raised button of flesh deep inside her pussy.
Bright, pleasurable lightning struck through her system, sending her headfirst into a shattering climax. Her pussy tightened almost painfully around Alejandro’s cock with the force of her orgasm.
When Theodora’s eyes opened she looked over her shoulder to glance at Alejandro. He looked as depleted and satisfied as she felt.
He gave her a slow smile and pulled out of her. “Give me five minutes and we’ll try that again.”
Chapter Eleven
Double Chocolate Crumble
Theodora tapped her fingers on the steering wheel waiting for the light to turn green. She was nervous as hell and every second felt like an hour. After what felt like an eon the light changed color, announcing her right to drive forward. She pressed her foot hard against the gas. The car flew under her command. After a few moments she realized she was speeding and slowed down.
It wouldn’t do to get pulled over for speeding. She doubted the highway patrol man would understand why she felt the need to rush to Alejandro’s place. Even she couldn’t understand why she couldn’t wait to see him. They were scheduled to meet later that night.
But her news couldn’t seem to wait. She could feel it burbling up her throat, threatening to come out in an exuberant scream.
Theodora was too excited to be alone.
She glanced at the driving directions she had gotten off the Internet for the thousandth time, making sure she hadn’t missed her exit. She had never been to Alejandro’s place. They always met at her place. She frowned at that. She had been so excited about her news that it hadn’t occurred to her earlier that through their whole relationship she had not seen where Alejandro lived. It seemed odd to her.
But then again, it had just happened that way. Hadn’t it?
Fingers gripping the steering tightly, she took the exit. She squinted when she saw where the turn led to. She slowed down as she stared at the sign announcing the name of the town. She darted a glance at the driving directions and sure enough she was in the right spot. She had to stay on the road for a mile make a two lefts and a right and she was on Alejandro’s street.
But that didn’t make sense.
She glanced back at the address she had copied off his employee information. Yup, it was the same address the driving directions had titled “Destination,” right down to the zip code.
Although Theodora didn’t know how to get to the town, she knew of the neighborhood Alejandro lived in. It was prime real estate. So prime in fact that she would have to open up three Candy Drop shops just to afford the rent on one of its infamous, luxurious condos.
So how could Alejandro afford to live there?
The question ran through her mind the whole short mile and a half it took her to reach Alejandro’s place.
She pulled up in front of the condo. It had the distinct look of carefully constructed, sterile opulence. There was no other way to describe the building. It, like the replica buildings on both sides of it, appeared to have no personality except that of lavish richness. It was one of a million.
“No, Theo. The world can’t afford a million of these,” she muttered to herself. It was one of a thousand.
She had to be at the wrong address.
Theodora reached into her purse and pulled out her cellular phone. She chewed her lip as she contemplated calling Alejandro to find out if she was in the right spot.
She wanted to surprise him. And it wouldn’t be much of a surprise if she let him know she was lost.
She darted a look around her. This was not the kind of neighborhood a woman, especially a black nonresident woman could sit in her parked car without looking suspicious. Theodora grabbed her purse and headed for the door with the number that matched her driving directions.
She knocked three sharp raps against the polished wooden door. She was going to ask if Alejandro Alba lived there, get her no, and drive her ass home, where she was going to wait until their dinner date to tell him the good news.
There would be no more surprises from her.
Theodora was thinking of all the naughty ways she could tell Alejandro her secret when the sounds coming from the other side of the front door permeated her thoughts.
With a start she realized she had been standing on the front porch for several moments daydreaming and no one had opened the door. Furthermore it sounded like the occupants of the house were fighting.
Or having really loud sex.
She looked down at the doorknob. The door was actually cracked a little. Someone had forgotten to close the door in his haste. Theodora took a step away from the door.
“Get out,” a man yelled very loudly. There was something that sounded like a glass shattering against a wall followed by a woman’s heartfelt cries.
That sound of feminine pain motivated Theodora out of her shock. She couldn’t stand by and let a man beat a woman into submission.
But she wasn’t a fool.
She pulled her cell phone out of her purse and dialed 911. If the bastard did anything she didn’t like she was going to hit the send button.
She lightly pushed at the front door, waited a few seconds, and thrust her head over the threshold. “Hello,” she called. “Is everything all right? Just a concerned citizen stopping by.”
There were a few sniffles and the soft murmur of voices. Theodora wasn’t sure if the occupants had heard her or not.
She considered turning right back around and leaving. Finding Alejandro wasn’t worth being charged for trespassing or worse, dying.
“Ling, please. Just leave it alone.”
Theodora stopped short halfway out the door at the sound of those words. But more than the words, the voice made her pause. Her heart jumped and lodged itself in her throat
at the sound of the shockingly familiar baritone.
It can’t be! her mind screamed.
She pushed at the door and stepped back into the entranceway.
“But, Ali,” a soft, whining voice purred. “I want you.”
Theodora stood at the end of the entranceway, at the bend right before the living room. She stood there for a few moments trying to decide if she really wanted to venture into the room. But then she heard the female’s voice loud and clear.
And it reminded her too much of a small, petite devastatingly beautiful Asian woman.
The same woman who had clung to Alejandro like a life raft.
It definitely sounded like he was in the middle of a heated argument with her, which didn’t make any sense since he and Ling were no longer together.
Theodora stepped into the living room.
For a few seconds time slowed before it ultimately stopped. She felt as if her very existence, everything she had ever worked for, everything she had ever believed in had been reduced to two, three, maybe even four seconds as she stared at the sight before her. She felt like she couldn’t take in a single breath and her chest was on fire.
Too late, Theodora realized the fire was a result of her heart breaking.
An alien sound filled with pain, outrage, and disbelief escaped through her lips.
The sound was so heart wrenching that it shocked her into consciousness, pulling her from the fog of misery and astonishment that she had been wandering in. She turned away from the disheartening sight with a shudder of sorrow.
She could no longer take in the sight of Ling sprawled on top of Alejandro in a beautiful tumble, lovers correcting a wrong, lovers making up after the fight. Ling’s state of undress attested to the fact.
The woman was wearing two scraps of clothing that could at best be called a bra and panty set.
As Theodora turned she saw that her pitiful cry had caught Alejandro’s attention. His wide hands grasped Ling’s lithe shoulders and pressed, pushing her tiny frame off of him.
“Theodora,” he called as he got off the couch. “Damn it. It’s not what you think.”
She turned to him with a smile so brittle, so painfully hard that she wondered how her face didn’t split with the effort to maintain it. “I’m sorry for interrupting you and your girlfriend.”
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