Chapter 21
Vanessa Vargas
The door slammed open as he shut it, locking it.
He came to me, pulling me flat against him as he kissed me, one arm wrapped around my waist, the other, gripping my ass over the dress.
I hummed, leaning into him, his smell, his taste hazing me, my pussy throbbing for attention.
Never in my life has a man said so many things to reassure any thought I had, without me even having to say anything.
And I don't think I've ever felt so secure and wanted with how sure he was that all of this specifically applied to me in his eyes.
"What do you need from me?" He asked.
I grabbed his hand off my hip and placed it over my pussy, immediately weak in the knees from the thing I'd been craving for a while now.
He moaned and I heaved.
"You know we probably won't get our food in time." He said.
I looked at him.
"I really don't give a fuck."
He smiled, kissing my forehead as he applied amazing pressure.
"Yes." I gasped, wishing I hadn't had to wear spandex.
"This was supposed to be romantic. Not dirty." He said against the shell of my ear.
"Why can't it be both? I'm an easy woman to please." I whispered back and he chuckled.
He stopped and I whined.
"How about we leave, I take care of you, we watch a movie and eat at mine instead?" He offered.
I smiled.
"Only if you cook shirtless." I hummed.
"Anything for you, Ace." He grabbed my hand, we walked out of the bathroom.
"You have a $20?" I asked.
He handed me one straight from his pocket and I let him go, walking to our waitress who was serving another table.
"Hey sweetheart, we're leaving, things occurred, but here." I handed it to her and she smiled.
"Have a wonderful night."
"You as well." I hurried back to Spade and we left.
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I was itching for this, the car ride was silent, filled with tension.
He was fine. It was me. I was eager. I wanted him.
We got into the building and he brought my hand to his lips, kissing the back of it.
"You're okay. We have all the time in the word tesoro." He said.
Honey, darling, treasure
I nodded, taking a deep breath as we got into the elevator.
I stood there, relaxing myself, my adrenaline, my libido.
The doors shut and he smirked at me.
"Stop." I groaned.
"What? What was it I did that made you this...mess?" He asked.
"Everything. You say everything right. You do everything right." I whined.
"What do you want out of tonight?" He asked.
"I don't know. I honestly don't." I frowned.
"Well, what is something your thinking you want right now? Something I do that you like." He walked toward me as the door opened and he grabbed my wrist, gently pulling me into his apartment, kneeling down, taking my heels off.
"Talking. Your voice." I loved it.
How rich and deep it was. It caressed every single part of me, soothed me.
It's an intimidating tone, but so calming.
"Alright. Now do you like being told that you're a good girl, you're my pretty slut, or you're a slut?" He stood, putting his hands on my shoulders before reaching back, removing my necklace.
"All of them."
"Now. Right now what do you want to hear?" He set the heels on his island, my necklace beside it as he grabbed my wrist, removing my bracelets.
"The first two."
"So a mixture but more good?" He asked.
"Yes sir."
"Alright baby, now do you want my fingers, or my mouth." He bent down, removing my anklet.
"I-I think fingers." I said.
He stood, walking past me and to his sink as he poured some soap into his palm, washing his hands thoroughly, removing his rings in the process.
"I'll probably say things you don't understand. I often speak in my native tongue when doing certain things. Never ever will it be bad, if you want a translation I'll give you it. Understand?" He asked.
I nodded.
"Now do you want to put on a big shirt and change out of the dress? We will start little by little with revealing yourself to me. I don't want you to feel uncomfortable." He turned, drying his hands.
I didn't want to immediately be naked.
"I'll do that." I nodded and went into his room, into his closet and grabbing one of his dress shirts since this man didn't own a normal T-shirt.
It was a black button up and went down to my upper thigh.
I kept my underwear on just because I didn't know what I should do.
I walked out and he took my dress from me, gently placing it beside my other things.
"Now I'm not going to jump in with possessiveness. So, I'll leave it to you, do you want me to call you mine? Or not so much right now." He said.
"Yours." I whispered, dazed as his hand rested on my hip.
"Now if you want more, you ask, I'm not going to do anything more than what you ask for specifically." He said and I nodded.
He lifted my chin with his other hand, leaning down, gently kissing me, not a peck as his tongue slid over the part of my lips.
He pulled back.
"Marks. Yes or no?" He asked.
"Yes."
"Okay, this is about you, your pleasure. I'm being introduced to you, and I'm showing you I'm here for your pleasure. Do you understand that?" He began walking as I began moving backward.
"I understand."
"That's my girl. Alright, lay down." I merely fell back on his bed not knowing I was already there.
I scooted myself back, lying on his soft comforter and pillows.
Above me was a large mirror, my body completely reflected.
I ignored it, looking ahead to see his bare back flexing with muscle he kept his pants on but removed his shirt.
I was grateful to not be the only half naked one.
He came beside me and looked above us.
"It's new." He told me.
I nodded.
He leaned down, kissing me with heat and gentle desire.
"Be my good girl and relax. I'll take amazing care of you, Ace."