Stefano's Peach
“Yes,” she squeaks, looking at me like I have lost my damn mind. She might be right. I can see the question floating around in her head, but right now, I want to get back to what we are doing. Plenty of time to talk. I take in her swollen lips, the caveman in me, pleased that I did that to her. Looking into her eyes, lowering my head again, she meets me halfway and I know she is going to be mine. I pull my head back for a second.
“Lick my fingers, sweet girl. Make sure to make it real wet. I want to see your spit on them.” I hold my breath anticipating that I might have gone too far, but release it when she sucks them into her mouth, eyes closed, whimpering as my other hand touches her panties and rubs up and down them without touching her greedy little pussy. My cock having enough of the torture, I pull them from her mouth, looking at how the wetness from her mouth is dripping down my fingers. With that hand, I lift her shirt and rub them across her nipples, using it to pinch and squeeze them. She moans in my neck, trying to hide her noises from the driver, and thank God for that. I lean down and whisper in her ear. “You're going to be my innocent dirty girl, aren't you?” She whimpers once again, her hips rubbing up and down the zipper of my pants trying to find her release. “No, no, greedy girl. You have to wait for me to give it to you.” I rub my nose up her neck, imprinting her sweetness into my soul, never wanting it to change, even once I sully her. She continues to rock then she looks at me, her eyes, heavy and hazy.
“This is crazy. I don’t even know your name.” Great way to have manners, Stefano. Geez.
“I’m sorry, baby. Your sweet smell entranced me so much I forgot my manners. My name is Stefano Baltierra and you are my future.”
“Oh my.”
“Yes, little one. Your life is about to change.”
Apparently, mine is too.
Nine
Kalera
I feel like I'm dreaming. I don’t know what is happening. One moment I am getting someone's baby put inside of me and the next I am inside of this car, being sent into euphoria. The things he has made me feel is something I can't even put into words. I find myself trying to beg him to take it further, not with words but with my eyes and the sounds leaving me. He leans in and sucks on my neck and good god I didn’t know it was a straight shot from there to my pussy. It’s like a lightning bolt and I find myself reaching this peak and floating. What the heck? From his mouth on my neck? “This is going to have to do for the moment,” he mutters. I can’t even turn to look at him. I am still floating in space, looking down at myself. I don’t recognize that girl. As I come down, he kisses my head and rubs my stomach whispering about the life we and our children are going to have. How he is grateful that the universe has brought us together.
“Sir, we have arrived.” Arrived? It isn’t until I hear the man in front say this that my fog lifts and I realize we have been riding longer than it takes to make it back to my dorm room. I turn my head and open my mouth to ask him where we are and he leans in, takes my mouth, once again making me forget what I was going to ask him. My body seems to light up every time he touches me, making everything else seem irrelevant. “Not now, baby. Let’s get inside and get you settled.” I nod my head, wanting the answers, but also not wanting to disappoint him. He gets out of the car, grabs my hand helping me out, and lifts me in his arm once again. I only have time for a glance but holy hell, this place is a fortress compared to where I grew up.
“Whoa,” I let slip.
“I’m glad you like it. It’s yours now too.” What? Now I am really confused. I feel like Alice falling down the rabbit hole. I don’t respond to that because I have no idea what to say. Opening the door, we are greeted by an older lady.
“Sir. I was not expecting you back so soon,” she says grabbing his jacket and my purse.
“Clara, this is Kalera. She will be the lady of the house now. Kalera, this is Clara. She serves as the house manager if you will. She directs the chef, the cleaning service, gardener, and anything else you might need. If you want something done or changed, you tell her and she will make it happen.” Ok, now things are starting to get weird.