3

Six

That was all the prompting I needed. As I closed the distance between us, I took off the remaining clothing I had on. Her eyes widened in surprise, and she instinctively took a few steps back.

“Get on your knees,” I ordered.

Her hesitation was evident as she stared up at me, trying to gauge my intentions. I walked up to her and wrapped my hand around her neck in a firm chokehold, not tight, but enough to command her attention.

I held her gaze, watching emotions flicker across her face. First, shock, then realization.

“Get on your knees, Carmen. You will do as I say, or I won’t fuck you.” My lips twisted into a faint smirk.

I saw the internal battle reflected on her face. I was a stranger, and this was humiliating for her. She’d probably expected a simple one-night stand with no complications, no power struggles.

While I wanted the same, my desire had taken on a peculiar edge. Something about her - her curvy, gorgeous body or maybe the way her defiance stirred me, made me want to leave an impression.

I leaned in, bringing my lips to her earlobe and then to her neck, tracing a slow, deliberate path down. “Do as I say…”

The tension broke the moment she gave in, sinking to her knees. My cock twitched in anticipation as I pulled it free from my pants, letting it hang in front of her. Her eyes widened as she stared at my length.

She blinked a few times, then tied her hair into a high ponytail, loose strands framing her face. Without breaking eye contact, she leaned forward and took me in her mouth.

Her warm lips wrapped around me, and her hands gripped the base of my cock as she worked her way up, trying to take all of me.

The sensation of her tongue and the sight of her - naked, on her knees, her plump pink lips sliding along my length, made my cock stiffen further. I threaded my fingers through her hair, gripping it as I set the pace, fucking her mouth.

Her eyes rolled back, lashes wet with unshed tears, as she struggled to keep up. Her gag reflex betrayed her, but she didn’t pull away. Just as I felt my orgasm building, I pulled back abruptly, leaving her gasping for air.

“Good girl.” I crouched close to her, lifting her chin with my fingers. “You took my cock in your mouth like a very good girl.”

Her eyes were glassy, tears at the corners, and pre-cum trickled down her lips. She averted her gaze, but I didn’t miss the red flush creeping up her cheeks.

Carmen struck me as an innocent girl at first glance, but I could see now that there was a side of her that craved this, maybe even loved it. And I had no intention of stopping.

“You’ve been a good girl, Carmen,” I whispered. “And now I’m going to fuck you.”

She blinked at me, wide-eyed, as though unsure she’d heard me right.

“Get on the bed,” I said firmly.

She scrambled to her feet and climbed onto the bed. Her movements were hurried, but I caught the nervous glances she stole at me when she thought I wasn’t looking.

I stroked my cock slowly, letting her see exactly what she was about to take.

I ripped open the condom wrapper with my teeth and rolled it on, her eyes darting away as she blushed.

“Look at me, Carmen.”

She didn’t.

“I said, look at me.”

She shuddered at my tone, and something told me no one had ever spoken to her like this before, let alone in a moment like this.

“Why do you want me to look at you?” she asked, her voice small but tinged with defiance. It was the first thing she’d said in a while.

Normally, I would’ve bent her over and smacked her ass until my handprints marked her skin for questioning me, but this was our first time.

Instead, I answered simply. “Because I want you to. And because you’ve been stealing glances at my cock since. Now, I’m giving you permission to stare.”

She pursed her lips and stuck her nose in the air, her pride refusing to break.

I chuckled. “Look at me, Carmen.”

When she finally did, I couldn’t help but laugh softly.

“I thought as much,” I said, reaching for my belt.

“What are you doing?” she asked, disbelief flickering in her gaze.

“Shh.” I pressed a finger against her lips, silencing her.

Grabbing her wrists, I pulled her hands above her head and tied them together with my belt.

Her cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. “What’s your name? I don’t even know your name. And what’s my safe word?”

“Now, now, Carmen,” I said with a smirk. “What’s a safe word for? I’m going to ruin you in ways you approve of.”

Her eyes widened briefly, shock giving way to anticipation.

I pulled her legs toward me, spreading them open. Her glistening, wet pussy was a sight to behold.

Clean-shaven, pink, and inviting. When she instinctively tried to close her legs, I pried her thighs further apart.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, her breathing uneven as a myriad of emotions - desire, lust, and nervous anticipation, played out on her face.

I leaned in and kissed her lips softly, savoring her taste. She tasted of wine - rich, intoxicating. I sucked her lower lip, biting down gently, committing her flavor to memory.

When I pulled away, her eyes were still closed.

Hooking her legs over my shoulders, I slid two fingers inside her, and she cried out, her back arching.

She was soaking wet, her tight walls gripping me as I moved my fingers in and out.

“Fuck,” she moaned softly, rolling her head back.

I pulled my fingers out and popped one into my mouth, groaning as her taste lingered on my tongue. “You taste so fucking good, Carmen.”

But I wasn’t done. Not even close.

I slid back inside her, this time with my cock. Her tight, wet warmth stretched around me as I buried myself deep.

“Fuck!” I groaned, gripping her thighs. “You’re so fucking tight.”

Her cries filled the room as I found my rhythm, fucking her hard and deep, until she screamed for me just as she’d asked.