by Honey Jans
Ace scanned the patrons looking for trouble; two older rancheros hunkered over their beers while a few of the younger ones draped themselves over the working girls or danced. A couple groped in the corner, Ace discounted them in a glance. They were here to make love not war.
The working girls were another matter, a few of them he recognized from before as they cast speculative looks over Melanie, assessing the competition. He grinned, knowing Melanie would kick his ass over that comparison. Then, Marisol, a waitress sauntered over with their drinks. As usual, she gave him a flirtatious smile, leaning over the table as she placed the drinks before him, angling for a big tip. There was a come-hither look on her face as she crowded Melanie out of the way.
"You like anything else, Señor?” she asked.
Ace refused to give her cleavage an obligatory once over, making her scowl. “Just the aqua,” he said. Then he pulled out two extra bills. “And good service."
"Ooh,” she purred, reaching for the tip. “Marisol will give you extra special service."
"And my lady, too,” he said, hanging onto the bills.
The waitress frowned. “Her, too."
"Buena,” he said, letting go of the cash. She tucked the money down the front of her blouse and turned to go.
"I see they like big tippers around here,” Melanie said dryly.
Ace weathered her gimlet stare; glad she was taking this so well. “The locals are poor and cash gets you where you want to go,” he said. He opened the bottle and slid it across the table to her. “Drink Melanie, you need to keep hydrated."
"Water,” she said taking the bottle. “I thought beer was your drink."
"Not when I'm working,” he said, taking a thirsty swallow from his own bottle, wetting his parched throat. Damn he needed that. He glanced at Melanie, making sure she did as he said and watched her take a thirsty swallow, mesmerized by the sexy action. Just watching her drink could make him hard. Not good under the circumstances.
Melanie heated up as Ace's warm gaze lingered on her. So what if he hung around with madams, hookers, and thieves, she could handle it. “See something you like?” she asked teasing him.
"You know, I do,” he said. “I think I'd like you to make love to you again before we part."
The fact he admitted their affair was temporary should have cooled her ardor. It didn't. In fact, it had the opposite affect. She was just as desperate for another taste of him. “Sounds like a plan.” His startled smile made her heart skip a beat. She did mean something to him—she knew it.
He smiled. “I can be had, if you..."
Melanie startled when their dinner arrived.
"Later,” he promised.
She blushed, pulling her gaze away from his mesmerizing one to focus on the dinner. The huge, savory smelling platter of chicken and dumplings accompanied by tortillas and beans was enough to feed an army. “Rosa must be worried you're starving to death."
"She tries to mother me and knows chicken and dumplings are my favorite dish,” Ace said, tearing a tortilla in half.
"She didn't look particularly motherly to me,” she said, recalling the clinch. But she had picked up warm vibes between them.
"I helped her out once and she has a long memory."
"Tell me,” she said, tasting the food and groaning with bliss.
"It's good isn't it,” he said with a smile. “Her brother was kidnapped by one of the cartels. I helped get him out."
"So you got him released,” she said, noting his smile.
"Not exactly,” he said.
"You busted him out."
"In a manner of speaking,” he said with a shrug.
She knew what he was saying; he'd used force. Given a similar situation, there wasn't anyone else she'd rather have in her corner. She watched him flick a casual glance around the room and knew he was watchful for a reason. A band played in one corner and several scruffy looking locals danced with semi dressed hookers. Two of the girls lingering by the bar shot her dirty looks. Then she saw a passionate clinch in one of the corners by the stairs, and couldn't help staring. She'd always wondered what one of these places looked like. The other women no doubt thought she was competition. No wonder, considering her outfit. She smiled at them, trying to mollify them and got snooty looks in return. Yikes.
"I'll be right back, Sugar,” Ace said, gaining her attention.
"Where are you going to...” she started to ask and saw him head toward the bar as the bartender called him over. At least he wasn't getting in another clinch with Rosa or her girls. She took another sip of water and froze when a man walked up to her. Older and rough looking, his leering stare reminded her of the crowd back at the gas station.
"Dance with me,” he said, reaching for her.
She shrank back, eluding his grasp, creeped out. “No, thank you."
"You think you're too good to dance with me, puta,” he growled, snagging her wrist.
She winced as he crushed her wrist in his meaty hand, and she reached for the Glock on the chair next to her. Before she could draw it, Ace was there pulling the man away, and giving him a shove.
"Touch her again and die,” he bit out grimly.
The man held up his hands and backed off.
"Come on,” Ace said, pulling her to her feet.
She sucked in a breath, feeling protected. She didn't bother asking him where they were going as he headed her toward the stairway behind the bar. When they climbed the stairs Melanie's heart raced in anticipation. She'd seen a few of the girls take customers up here, so she knew they were heading towards the bordello's bedrooms. She ought to be appalled. Instead, she was turned on. It added a bit of spice to the evening, and she shivered a little in anticipation. Ace, climbing the stairs behind her, responded by rubbing her ass, making her let out a little gasp. Her pussy was already damp, her nipples tingling and her ass hot, expecting another of his sexy spankings.
"Have fun, you two,” Rosa called out from the bottom of the stairs. “I'll make sure you're not disturbed."
Melanie blushed. Did she know what they were about to do? Of course, she did. She'd be sophisticated about this if it killed her. Ace would make it all right. With him at her heels, she hurried up the stairs. When she emerged at the top of the staircase all she found was a shadowy hall, the bedroom doors firmly closed. Well, hell. Then she heard a male groan and female laughter coming from behind closed doors and blushed again. Ace chuckled and put his arm around her shoulders whisking her down the hall.
"Come on, Sugar,” he said, heading her toward a room at the end of the hall.
She held her breath as he opened the door, wondering what she'd see and felt a little let down because it looked like an ordinary bedroom. Simpler than what she'd find in the states, but clean. Her panties were getting wet with excitement anyway, because Ace aroused her.
Ace shut the door behind him and leaned against it to watch Melanie take in the room. The innocent had never been in a bordello before, he knew, and judging from her disappointed expression, she was let down. He'd just have to see what he could do to make it up to her. But first, he had to fight back his rage from that other man touching her. His cock swelled behind his zipper as he looked at her. “I want you, Melanie."
She turned to smile at him. “Yes."
"But first we've got your punishment to get out of the way,” he explained, hearing her sexy, quick intake of breath and seeing the excited light in her eyes.
"What makes you think I'm going to let you spank me?"
He smiled, his cock leaking pre-cum as it twitched behind his fly. This was going to be good, he knew. He ached to be her guide in the bedroom, but he was going to call the shots, even if it killed him to slow things down. He pulled out a straight-backed chair, positioning it in the perfect place for her spanking, aware of her eyes following him. He sat down on the chair and patted his lap. “Come here, Sugar."
Biting her lip, she moved toward him. “Can't we talk about this?"
"Later,” he
said, reaching out to snag her wrist and pull her over his knee. He felt her quiver and his cock throbbed in reaction. Her soft belly pressing against the damned thing almost drove him insane. Then a sigh of surrender hit him where he lived, and he knew he didn't want to give her up as his heart melted.
"But I want to taste you,” she complained.
He chuckled. “Baby, you will.” He pulled down her shorts, baring her in the red thong, and groaned. God, she was hot. He cupped her jiggling curves, his palm out across her bottom. He lifted his hand and gave her a quick smack, making her whimper.
"Hush,” he said, giving her another smack. She moaned, making his cock buck.
"Oh my God, don't stop,” she gasped.
He felt just as turned on as he rained teasing blows across her bottom. She arched up, silently begging for more. He ached, giving it to her, about to explode.
"Please,” she wailed.
He stopped, and she let out a sob of frustration. “Want more?” he asked, toying with the waistband of her thong panties. She wriggled but he held firm, wanting the words, complete surrender. “Say it,” he demanded.
"Please spank me, I want more."
"Do you require a proper spanking, Sugar?” He fingered the thong's waistband, his fingers venturing beneath, to touch her hot flesh. “Do you want me to pull these pretties down?"
"Oh, yes, pull them down.” She arched into his touch when his hot fingertips touched her bare flesh. “Spank me properly."
"Excellent,” he said, thrilled she was so hot for him, pulling her thong panties down to her ankles. Hobbled as the panties tangled around her ankles, she practically vibrated with excitement on top of him. “That's it, girl, you can loosen up with me.” He spanked her harder making her cry out with need.
"I'm a woman, not a girl,” she insisted.
"You're a girl in the bedroom.” He caught her on the bottom of her ass with his open palm, making her cry out with delight as her mound rubbed against his thigh. “Like that, do you?” he said, pleased, doing it again, making her shriek with pleasure. “Yes,” she admitted, shuddering.
"Now be a good girl, reach down and play with yourself, Melanie. I want you to come while I spank you."
"No,” she said, embarrassed.
"Yes,” he said, his open swat catching the bottom of her ass harder, driving her higher. Her hand slipped between her legs as she rushed to obey him. He heated up the spanking, catching the bottom of her ass over and over again, making her moan. He felt her body tightening, and then drank in her cries when she came with a shriek. His hand replaced hers on her clit, his thumb pressing into her stiffness, his fingers filling her cunt, his little finger dipping into her juices and pressing into her anus. She gasped, as he loved her that way, wringing an extended orgasm out of her until she went limp. When she lay across his lap, totally drained, he pulled her up into his arms. “We have to set a few ground rules, Melanie."
"Like what?” she asked, leaning against him.
He tugged down her tube top, his hand covering her breast. “No more stunts like you playing games with those guys at the gas station. I have to know I can trust you.” Her nipple beaded as he fanned a fingertip over the tingling peak, making her gasp and his cock throb.
She frowned up at him. “You can't make demands on me, besides I told you I wasn't playing with them."
He pinched her nipple making her squirm. “Too bad, I'm making them."
"You're mean,” she said, pressing her breast into his hand.
"It's Sir, when I'm disciplining you. You'll comply."
"Or?"
"I'll take my belt to your sweet ass."
"Oh, that sounds sexy,” she said, nestling against him. “I've got demands of my own."
"Such as?” he asked, wondering if she knew she could wrap him around her little finger.
"I get to taste you soon, and then as much as I want."
He groaned at the sexy demand, guaranteed to mess with his head. Instead of answering her, his hand slipped between her legs, making her cry out as he touched her creamy sex. His index finger homed in on her stiff clit and he pressed the sensitized nub, making her moan and melt against him, her pussy leaking cream. He tweaked it, and she muffled her cries against his broad chest, as she came and came.
When she recovered, she peered up at him. “If this is how you conduct missions I can see why you succeed."
He chuckled. “I'm goal oriented.” He spread her legs, his little finger probing her ass. She gasped and tightened around his finger, clutching at him.
"Oh my."
"Like that, do you?” he asked, pleased as her ass quivered and her cunt got creamier.
"Mmmm,” she said, arcing against him. “So what's stopping you?"
He smiled, and released her to stand on her feet. “Some things are better taken slowly."
"Yeah, but not me,” she complained. She grabbed his belt, undoing it, pulling it off him.
"Are you going to use your belt on me?” she asked, running the leather through her hands, and giving him a challenging look.
"Sass me and find out."
"Maybe later,” she said, her face flaming because she was curious. “You're wearing too many clothes, Ace."
"So strip me."
It was all she needed to hear. She stepped forward, forgetting her hobbles, and gasped as she teetered off balance.
"Easy love,” he said, reaching out to steady her. “Let's finish you first."
"You wouldn't have spanked me so hard if you wanted easy.” She burned as she kicked off her panties, enjoying his sexy grin. He was getting off on her eager delight for him, and she didn't mind a bit. Feeling like a predator, she backed him against the dresser. His eyes twinkled, as she started to unbutton his shirt.
"Hungry, are you?” he teased.
"You ought to know, you started the famine.” The last button slipped out of its hole, and she opened his shirt to ogle him. His well-defined muscles, tight male nipples, and six-pack abs added up to one irresistible package. She leaned forward to lap at one flat brown disc; it beaded under her tongue. Yum, he was delicious!
He groaned, shrugging out of his shirt.
She licked a path to his other nipple, then sank down to taste his six-pack, and dip her tongue inside his naval. She swirled it around making him growl and jerk. He was ticklish there, excellent. She did it again, distracting him as she unzipped his jeans. His growl made her glance up at him for approval. The heat in his eyes made her cream. Trembling with excitement, she tugged down his pants, and his erection sprang out at her. He was going commando.
Melanie gazed at his cock for a heartbeat, admiring it. It was huge, long, thick, and heavy enough to hang down at his thigh. The red head was blunt and mushroom shaped. Her cool fingers ran down the hot silky length of him, and he hissed, his cock's head rising up. A drop of pre-cum beaded on the slit. She leaned forward to lap at it and sighed with pleasure, feeling Ace shudder. Suddenly she found her female power. She lapped at his slit again, loving the salty male taste of him, as he leaked more cum, making him groan.
"Lick the head,” he ordered.
She didn't need further urging as she swirled her tongue around his cock's hot velvety head, stealing another drop of cum off the slit.
"Shit,” he bit out trembling. “Suck on the head."
After another lick, she opened her mouth and took him inside, only able to contain a little. The erotic feel of his hard throbbing cock inside her mouth was addictive. She sucked, and both her hands wrapped firmly around his shaft. He hissed, his cock twitching under her ministrations. She could feel him tightening, getting ready to come, and her pussy quivered with excitement. She wanted it all.
"That's it, Sugar, give it up now."
She gave him a moue of disappointment, her mouth still holding him. He gently rubbed his thumb over her cheek.
"Now,” he said gently.
Reluctantly, she let the head slip out of her mouth, giving his cock a final lick of depar
ture. He drew her to her feet, and pulled her into his arms. She went with a hunger, burning as his mouth claimed hers. Then, he carried her across the room to place her on the bed. He came down on top of her, and she welcomed his weight—the promise of his possession.
He broke the kiss to string a line of kisses down her throat, over her collarbone, to one hard nipple. He took the bud into his hot mouth, drawing on it, making her squirm with need as she felt the pull deep inside her. Then he moved to the other, teasing her to distraction, drawing the sensitive bud hard into his mouth, making her cry out. Arching up into his hot mouth, she ran her hands over his back.
He moved down to scatter kisses down her abdomen, and she burned. When he moved south, settling between her spread legs, she couldn't help blushing. Her breath caught in her throat, and she tried to pull him up to no avail; he would not be moved.
"Let me,” he said.
When his hot tongue rested against her swollen clit, her eyes rolled back in her head, and she let out a shriek. It was Earth shattering. Pushing her hungry sex against his mouth, she was lost to ecstasy. Ace began to lap at her with his tongue, teasing her, before pressing into her quivering pussy. She rolled on the bed, but his hands reached up to hold her hips fast. There was no escape from the pleasure he made her feel, and she didn't want to escape, as she throbbed with arousal under his rough and talented tongue.
He'd already made her come so many times, but she felt the pressure build inside her again. He took the bud of her clit into his mouth, and drew on it. Melanie exploded, her sex convulsing, empty. Ace surged up her body and thrust into her in one quick motion. She cried out at the invasion, welcoming it. Ace sealed her mouth with his, silencing her cry.
He lay still, breathing hard-on top of her, his body tense as he waited for her to become accustomed to him. She closed her eyes, feeling stunned by the sensation of his huge cock filling her. Her after-spasms rippled, making her gasp and him growl. She smiled up at him and rocked against him, only to feel his huge cock delve deeper inside.
