Chapter 119 - Situations at Baptism (Part 4) - Feddos
Diana
His tongue explored the hollow, and I did the same. In an instant, my robe fell to the side. My gallant Beast's kisses began an exciting journey across my skin. He licked my neck, shoulders, and arms. I didn't want to get my hopes up, but he kissed every part of my body, leaving his mark in my memories. He kissed my breasts, and I felt him suckling the nourishment meant for Isaac.
"It's delicious, what my son drinks."
I didn't know if it was right, but my heart felt like it was going to burst out of my chest. I couldn't feel my limbs; I was completely submerged and surrendered to the caresses given by the father of my child. He turned me around, and his mouth reached the back of my ear, causing a strong shiver. He definitely knew what he was doing. He kissed, licked, and savored every inch of my neck, making my hair stand on end from pleasure at a level I had never experienced before. My nipples hardened as he continued to distribute kisses down my back, his tongue reaching the beginning of the division of my buttocks.
"Diana..."
He whispered my name, lifted my rear, and delighted in kissing and licking that area. I felt embarrassed; I should stop him, but I had no willpower at that moment. I was at Miguel's mercy. He had knelt down and easily turned me around again. Now my vagina was in front of him, his eyes shining with desire. I didn't know when he had taken off my panties, but I covered my mouth when his tongue entered that place.
The sensation now was very different from what I had lived through before. They had forced, coerced, and beaten me; it had been anything but pleasurable. What Miguel was doing was a delight. Before, I had felt nothing; now, I felt a whirlwind of sensations. My body felt like it was melting as he played, licked, kissed, and savored my center.
"Beautiful, don't hold back."
He didn't stop. His hands traveled from my breasts to my buttocks, and at his command, I let go. A delicious liquid explosion came from me. My legs trembled, my skin tingled. I felt him drink the juice of the orgasm I had released while the convulsions continued, my heart racing. He sat at the foot of the bed and pulled me towards his body, and we were face to face.
"Miguel..." I was still breathing heavily.
"Diana... Damn it! I'm sorry for what I'm about to say, but this foolishness you just asked for won't happen again."
"What?"
If I had climbed to the top, now I was being thrown into the abyss. He pressed his mouth to my forehead, his breathing also labored. His hand gripped my thigh and squeezed.
"I don't want to hurt you. You're a girl, and I'm an abomination. Please, keep your word not to inspire pity. Forgive me."
I couldn't say anything; a lump formed in my throat. I felt ashamed, closed my eyes, and my hands trembled. I had never felt so despised in my life. I didn't see him leave. I tried to cry silently, even though I wanted to scream and turn back time to not ask him for such foolishness...
I don't know how I put my panties back on. Isaac started crying. With trembling hands, I took him out of the crib and fed him while my skin continued to tingle and the tears flowed, but now it wasn't from pleasure and joy, now it was from great shame. The more I wiped my tears, the more they fell on my little one's face as he fed.
"Calm down, love, Mommy will feel better. She's used to rejection. We'll be fine."
It was true that I couldn't stay living under the same roof as Miguel. I don't know how I'll be able to face him tomorrow.
"As soon as I have some savings, sweetheart, we'll become independent. I hope it's soon. It's you and me against the world, just you and me, Isaac."
I started crying harder. I burped him, put on my robe, and lay down, hugging my son. I shouldn't think about someone who didn't care. Just take the good... Oh, God, what shame! It was the first time I had made such a decision, only to be rejected? I wiped my tears. I've been through worse and come out the other side.
My chest tightened more. The problem was that the previous moments were beyond my control. I wasn't to blame for my mother's treatment, who didn't love me, or for going hungry, cold, and lacking. Nor was I to blame for being kidnapped, raped, used, and violated... but I was to blame for asking him to touch me. I took a risk and received a harsh blow from reality. He was a man who let himself be carried away by passion. I presented myself on a silver platter. I was offering myself, and in the end, he came to his senses in the worst way, but he didn't commit to anything more.
I guess it should have disgusted me. It hurt, I never thought rejection could hurt so much, the pain was with myself. I clung to my son's small body and tried to fall asleep, and after many minutes, I finally did.
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Veronica
I got up very early, after being forced to dance to that country music, I locked myself in the room, and the memories quickly overwhelmed me. Dad came to check that I wasn't doing anything crazy, he stayed silent, stroking my hair until I fell asleep. I woke up without shoes, I bet it was Mr. Fausto who took them off and covered me. In this room, I thwarted my first attempt to give myself to him.
El Arenal was one of the properties left in my name. It was incredible how filthy rich Roland was... I didn't see the need for him to dirty his hands with drug trafficking. It was clear how profitable this fine horse breeding was, the semen of his fine horses was a gold mine. I went into the bathroom, laughed a bit groggily in the shower area, I understood, I had to activate it, I sighed frustrated.
"Oh! You and your technology."
Naked, I reached the sink, put my fingerprint, and activated the shower for ten minutes. It was five in the morning when I went down to the kitchen, Dad was drinking a steaming coffee next to Ines.
"Good morning, my love, how did you wake up?"
I went over to old Fausto and gave him a good morning kiss, I also greeted Ines.
"Would you like something to eat, Mrs. Vero?"
I nodded, she got up, gave instructions to one of the girls, I still don't remember their names, they introduced me to so many people yesterday, the last time I came there weren't so many employees. After a while, Ines brought a delicious coffee with freshly milked milk. I love it!
"I want to ride a bit," I said.
"Rata and Cebolla are already in the stables. The first one, Churrusco, milked the milk we'll drink today." I said goodbye to them. I wanted to ride.
I walked to the stables, several stable boys were around my friends, Simon was petting a beautiful black and white spotted horse, Miguel was stroking Roland's black horse, as I got closer I heard the conversation.
"Was that Roland's order?"
An incredulous Simon asked. Now, what order will we find out about, you've been dead for three months, my love, and you're still just as bossy.
"Yes, Rata, a few days before his death, the boss called to tell me he had bought the mare that Amón would mount."
I frowned, reached their side, and with a gesture, they greeted me good morning.
"Can I know what you're talking about?"
"Boss, good morning, I'm informing Rata and Cebolla, a few days after the boss's death, Hathor the mare arrived for Amón to mount her," he pointed to the beautiful animal, Simon was petting it. "The last order given was that the mare of his wife would arrive and that she was the only one that could mount his horse." I smiled, pointed to my mare, I liked that gesture of fidelity.
"Is she mine?"
I couldn't help it, a lump formed in my throat, God still keeps giving me gifts, these are the ones I adore with all my soul, my lip trembled.
"Did Roland like Egyptian mythology?"
Ricardo, the foreman of El Arenal, was a man with strong hands, thin and tall. You could see his strong arms were just muscle acquired from working in the field. A man already in his fifties. He shrugged, his wife was in charge of managing the employees of the main farm.
"Amón has never mounted any mare, Roland somehow wanted to ensure the descendants of his thoroughbred were special. He already found him the female," Simon commented.
"Bosses, you know Amón has always been complicated, wild, and solitary, I thought putting Hathor in his stable would cause an uproar, but it didn't, he accepted her." God, tell me this wasn't something to cry about, the foreman looked at me. "She's already pregnant, Boss, Amón has started to form his family." I approached my mare.
"Hello, beautiful."
I petted her, ran my hand over her coat, her neck, her belly. The good thing was that Roland had everything needed to keep the horses in excellent condition. I looked at Simon, and he just smiled, shrugging his shoulders.
"I can guarantee to visit her every fifteen days, you know we're starting to adapt to the boss's businesses."
"Fine, but we'll come from Friday and return Monday morning."
"I'll keep that in mind for the logistics. You ended up being bossier than the boss."