by M. Robinson
“The windows are tinted. The door is locked. My men are guarding the building. It’s just me and you, baby,” I breathed against her mouth, answering the questions in her mind.
Wanting her to stay right there at the moment with me.
I twirled her one last time to face the barre, pressing the front of her body against it, locking eyes with her reflection again. Her eyebrows lowered, confused by what was going to happen next. With a primal regard, I glared at her naked, flawless body in the mirror. Seeing how tiny she looked in comparison to me. Leaning forward, I brushed my nose up the side of her neck, never breaking the contact of our stares.
I whispered close to her ear, “When we get home, Lexi. I will take my time with you in my bed. Feeling your naked skin against mine. I will kiss, touch, and lick every last part of your sinful fucking body. Making you come until you can’t anymore. But right now,” I paused. “I’m going to take you on this barre. Fuck you in this studio. Combining the two things you love, ballet and me.”
Her eyes widened when she heard my zipper, pulling out my hard cock. Jerking it in the palm of my hand. Rubbing it up and down her ass cheeks.
“Yes,” she purred, pushing her ass out onto my cock. Putting to rest any hesitation I may have had.
I didn’t need a condom. I knew she was on the pill, even if she wasn’t, I would have fucked her without one regardless. I wanted to feel her in every way possible. Placing her leg back on the lowest barre. I eased into her opening from behind, stretching her slowly, gently, letting her adjust to my size. Rubbing her breasts, stimulating her clit at the same time. Playing her body like it was made just for me.
“Alejandro,” she panted when I was balls deep inside of her.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I growled, thrusting in and out of her pussy. There was something animalistic in my voice I’d never heard before.
Grabbing her cheek, I turned her face to claim her goddamn fucking mouth again. My fingers never let up on her clit. I couldn’t get enough of her. It started off slow, but my movements became urgent and more demanding. Her mouth parted, her chest heaved, feeling her wetness slipping out of her onto my balls. I alternated between my palm and fingers to manipulate her nub, her hips moving in the opposite direction that I stimulated. Her clit overly exposed from the angle.
“I’m going to… God… I’m gonna…” she moaned in between kisses.
“Come on my cock, baby. Let me feel your sweet tight fucking pussy.”
Her eyes widened in pleasure. Her pussy tightened, squeezing the fuck out of my shaft. Feeling her come drip down my balls. I didn’t falter, not allowing her any time to recover. I pulled out, picking her up and laying her sideways, parallel along the freestanding barre. I straddled it. She whimpered in yearning as my nails raked down her torso. Clutching onto her hips to steady her as she gripped the wood she was laying on above her head. In one thrust I was deep inside her, sliding her soaking wet pussy up and down on my cock. Her back rubbed along the barre as I slammed into her, thrust after thrust. Moan after moan. Her mouth parted, her breathing escalated, and when her eyes started to roll to the back of her head, I yanked her neck forward so that they would stay open.
It was the most intense feeling in my entire life. Nothing compared to having sex with Lexi.
Not one damn thing.
No one did.
She went fucking crazy. Moaning. Screaming. Climaxing over and over again, her body trembling. I gripped her hips harder, knowing there would be markings when I was done having my way with her. Her noises grew louder the closer I got to coming.
“I’ll never get tired of your fucking pussy. It belongs to me. You’re fucking mine,” I growled from within my chest. Thrusting in one last time, releasing my seed deep inside of her.
Right where it fucking belonged.
I shook with my release and kissed her passionately, both of us panting profusely. Helping her off the barre, she threw on her clothes.
I took her home.
To my bed.
Where I continued to have my way with her for the rest of the goddamn night.
“Where are we going?” I whined again, sitting beside him on his private airplane.
Failing miserably at watching the movie playing in front of us. Yesterday during dinner he casually mentioned we were taking a vacation. I’d never taken a vacation in my entire life, and when he told me, I pretty much jumped in his lap. Kissing him all over his face, expressing my joy. Which of course led to him taking me on the dining room table, swiping our plates filled with food onto the floor. I don’t think there was a place in his penthouse we hadn’t had sex in or on, since we started being intimate a year ago.
It was as if he wanted to make up for all the years he could have been inside me. The man was insatiable, waking me up in the middle of the night with his cock inside me, coming up behind me in the shower, and especially in my ballet studio. My place of business, and the one in the penthouse. Finally using the black leather couch, in the room more often than not. Watching me dance just for him.
He said I had always been dancing for him. It didn’t matter if he was in the room or not. The way I moved was his. Everything about me was his.
He owned my body, heart and soul.
“Cariño, you asking every ten minutes is going to make this five-and-a-half hour flight seem longer than it already is,” he sarcastically stated not looking up from his laptop in front of him.
Earning him a glare from me. “I thought we were on vacation. Why are you still working, old man?”
It was his turn to glare at me. “Old man? You weren’t screaming that last night or again this morning.”
I scowled. “This.” Wiggling my finger at him. “Will not get you back in here again.” I pointed to my pussy.
He cocked his head to the side with a mischievous grin, setting his computer on the beige, leather chair beside him. He picked me up around my waist, wrapping my legs around him, placing me on his lap instead.
“Cariño, you and I both know that if I want in… I’m getting in.” He pecked my lips, tugging my bottom lip between his teeth.
“I’ll let you in right now. If you tell me where we’re going,” I countered, grinding my pussy on his cock for good measure.
“Is that right?”
I nodded, smiling all proud of myself.
Our relationship changed even more in the last year. He was a different man when it came to me. He started working less, spending more time with me. Taking me out on dates like a real couple, spoiling me every chance he got. But none of that really mattered to me, I was happy just lying in his arms at night, feeling loved, even though he never said it to me. He didn’t have to, though. I felt it. I didn’t work full time, I just taught few a classes during the week, all age ranges. He scheduled whatever the hell he did with his days, when I was teaching, coming to pick me up in the limo more often than not. I cooked dinner for us almost every night, unless he was taking me somewhere to eat.
I even had several recipe books for Colombian food shipped to the penthouse, wanting to learn his favorites. The first time I cooked for him, I surprised him with Bandeja Paisa, a traditional Colombian dish. The tormented expression on his face when he saw the food was one I had yet to forget. I thought he would have been happy, but it was the exact opposite, he disappeared into his office after we were done eating without saying a word. I gave him his space wondering what put him in such a foul mood. Silently praying he would tell me what was wrong when he came to lay with me.
He didn’t.
I still woke up alone every morning, usually finding him in his office. I knew his demons were still there. Alive and present. They hadn’t gone away, but they didn’t matter to me anyway. When I was with him they subsided, his dark, soulless eyes replaced with the serene gaze I’d grown to expect.
And that was good enough for me.
“As tempting as your offer sounds…it’s called a surprise, Lexi. You will know when we get there. Now sit down
and be a good little girl while I finish up some work.”
I kissed him, rubbing my fingers along his solid, muscular chest through his gray collared shirt. Leaning forward, making sure to put my breasts right in his face as I whispered in his ear, “Are you sure you know how to use that laptop? I know it’s before your time and stuff. You know… you old men have a hard time with technology and such. I don’t want you to hurt yourself before we even get there.”
I sucked in air when one of his hands gripped my hair from the nook of my neck, crudely tugging my head back. Nudging my torso, making me sway my hips on his cock.
“Why do you provoke me?” he rasped, clutching my hair harder.
“Because I can,” I sassed. He jerked my head back further by my hair.
Not in pain. In submission.
“Little girls who are bad, Lexi, don’t get to come. Now you don’t want that, do you?”
“Wait, what?” I tried sitting up straight, but he held me in place.
“And we both know how much you love to fucking come.” He grabbed my mouth with his free hand. “I want nothing more than to stick my cock in that saucy fucking mouth of yours. The one that never seems to know when to shut the fuck up. But I have work to do.”
He swiftly let go, setting me on the seat beside him. Grabbing his computer and going right back to work. That was Martinez, hot one minute and cold the next. I knew what battles to choose, this wasn’t one of them. There was a reason he was trying to occupy his mind. He’d been like this all morning. Lost in his own thoughts, no matter what I did or said there was no pulling him out of it. So I let him be for the rest of the flight, trying to keep my eyes on the movie and not what he was doing. Hoping that maybe he would tell me when he got there.
I must have fallen asleep sometime during the movie. When I woke up, we had landed. Martinez was on the phone, speaking Spanish to someone on the other end. His tone was neutral, but his demeanor screamed with tension. Ending his call, he grabbed my hand, leading me out of the airplane and down the stairs. As always, he had a limo waiting for us. The first thing I noticed was an arsenal of bodyguards, more than what we usually had when we went anywhere. I didn’t recognize any of their faces, other than Rick’s who was barking out orders. I tried to ignore the uneasy feeling settling in my stomach, paying attention to my surroundings instead. Holding onto Martinez’s hand so tight.
I sat in the seat next to him in the limo. He immediately lifted my legs to rest on his lap, with his hands set on my thighs as if he knew I needed his touch. When in reality, he seemed like he needed mine more than I did his. The silence was deafening all around us, no one spoke a word the entire drive. He just peered out the tinted window, letting his plaguing thoughts take him under. This was supposed to be a vacation, but so far it didn’t feel like that at all.
We passed what appeared to be slums with their colorful bright stack homes, buildings upon buildings, and natives walking in every direction. Staring at the limo and security cars that formed a line in front of and behind us, like we didn’t belong there. The unmanaged, dirt roads made for an uncomfortable ride. We turned down a secluded path with palm trees on either side and drove for about ten minutes. I started to see an infinite amount of water all around us before we took a sharp left down a surprisingly nice paved road. Up until that point they had been uneven, jagged, and coarse.
An endless amount of beautiful tropical trees mixed with lush greenery took up the sides of the road. Definitely something that had been planted there for a purpose, they weren’t natural. You couldn’t see anything behind the landscaped wall as we sped closer to our destination. Wherever we were going, they wanted undisclosed privacy and spent a small fortune to provide it.
My eyes widened when we pulled up to the massive iron gates. Lined with a dozen or more men, holding assault rifles tightly in their grasps. They were dressed like soldiers, carrying more weapons on their bodies. The gates opened immediately, letting us pass through, obviously expecting our arrival. Martinez glanced over at me, feeling my fear, reassuringly squeezing my thigh for comfort. The driveway was about a hundred yards and it led to a roundabout where the driver parked the limo.
He grabbed my hand before opening the door to step out onto the limestone pavers that led all around the enormous property. Still not saying a word. My eyes widened when I looked up. This wasn’t a house. This was a mansion. I’d never seen anything like this before. A tan waterfront estate with a terracotta tiled roof, resembling a villa. There was a stoned path in between the ten cathedral archways, five on each side, which held one vehicle in each port. The live-in part of the estate was settled further back on the property.
I could smell the salty breeze coming off the water as he led us up to the home. The courtyard doors opened for us, revealing four older women dressed in maid uniforms standing there, greeting us as we walked in. Of course Martinez instantly dismissed them with a wave of his hand. Grand, angled stairs led up to a set of ten-feet-high, custom made iron doors with intricate latticework covering all the windows. Opening to a wide foyer with shiny marble floors. Walls as far as I could see. He let go of my hand, knowing I wanted to look around and wander.
My jaw dropped as I turned in a full circle, taking in my surroundings. Stopping to look at him. He nodded with a small smile playing on his lips, giving me the okay to go explore. First, I made my way into the elegant main sitting area. The sun was shining through every window in the wide-open space, illuminating the huge family portrait over the mantle.
I heard his footsteps coming in my direction, abruptly stopping when they were close. I turned around, looking at him as he leaned against the wooden post. His strong arms crossed over his chest. He was glaring at the portrait with cold, soulless, dark eyes.
“Alejandro,” I murmured, my voice echoing through the mansion. His intense gaze reluctantly wavered to mine. “This is your family’s vacation home, isn’t it?”
He narrowed his eyes at me. Each second that passed between us felt like minutes, hours, days. My heart beat rapidly in my chest, waiting for his answer. He peered back up to the portrait, unable to resist the urge any longer.
“This used to be one of my favorite places to come to, growing up. My mother would bring my sister, Amari and me here every summer.”
My mouth parted, I never expected what would come out of his mouth next.
Looking back down at me, he stated, “I haven’t been back here since she was murdered under my father’s orders.”
Everything looked exactly the same. I spent a small fortune making sure it was well taken care of on a daily basis. Out of every home my father owned, this was always my mother’s favorite. I couldn’t part with it. This house was the only memory I kept alive from my past, selling off every other possession that was in his name. I couldn’t bring myself to come here, too many good memories now mixed with the bad.
I pushed off the post, needing a moment to myself. Walking out onto the veranda, resting my elbows on the ledge. Taking a deep breath as I looked out at the sun reflecting off the water. Remembering all the happy times with the two women that were taken away from me too soon. Memories cut short by unnecessary violence. My eyes went to the Olympic-sized pool where I first learned how to swim. I could still see Amari teasing me because I couldn’t hold my breath as long as she could. My mother watching adoringly as her two prized possessions enjoyed what it was really like to be kids. Laughing, running around, playing tag, and whatever else we used to come up with.
We were all peaceful without my father around barking orders. Thank God he hardly ever came with us. It was the only time I ever felt free from the Martinez name.
I bowed my head, shaking off the images playing in my head like a goddamn movie reel, missing them even more now. I felt Lexi come up behind me, wanting to comfort the broken man in front of her, but knowing better than to do so.
“Why did you bring me here if this house brings you so much pain?” she asked, walking up beside me.
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nbsp; “I wanted you to see the good part of my life growing up, Lexi,” I simply stated the truth, looking back out at the water.
“This place is gorgeous. I’ve never seen such a breathtakingly beautiful estate in all my life.” She gently placed her hand over mine on the ledge. I let her, relaxing under her touch.
“My mother spent years making sure it was a little piece of heaven. A safe place for my sister and I to be kids.”
“Where are we?”
“Colombia.”
“Oh…” I could feel her fidgeting next to me, her anxiety burning a hole in my side.
“I’m not going to sugarcoat it for you. I’m wanted more dead here than I am in the States. I run Colombia, which is all the more reason they want me gone. For your safety, I can’t take you out of this house. I wish I could, but I won’t risk your life. I’m sorry, cariño.”
“Are you serious?” she questioned, turning me to face her. “I don’t care about any of that. All I want to be is with you.” I turned my head away. “Look at me.” I did, taking in her sincere expression. “We could be in a shack right now and I’d be happy. None of that matters to me. I come from nothing, and I can appreciate the beauty in all of this, but it doesn’t matter to me.” Placing her hands on my chest, looking deep into my eyes. “You matter to me. I love you, Alejandro.”
“Lexi—”
“I know. You don’t have to say it back. I know you love me, because I know you. In here.” She set her hand over my heart. “Let’s make some new, amazing, happy memories here. Your mom would want that.”
“Yeah…” I nodded. “She would.”
For the next two weeks, we did just that. Spending our days relaxing, talking, and swimming in the pool. Seeing her in a tiny piece of cloth she claimed was a swimsuit, instantly made me fucking hard. Let’s just say not much swimming was done, and I owed her some new suits. Our nights were spent lying together out on the lounger, on the patio, after dinner. Lexi wrapped in my arms, both of us staring up at the sky, watching the sun dip into the water. Sometimes we would talk, but often we didn’t. There was no need for words.