“Fuck, yeah, oh yeah, mi juguete. Like that. Just like that.” He pulsed inside her as the last of his cum shot down her throat.
She gagged and he pulled back quickly, kneeling down. “Are you all right?”
“Fine. I’m fine. Just give me a minute.”
He stood and cradled her head against his thigh, his cock rubbing against her neck.
“Sweet Sorcha. So very sweet.”
“I’m so jealous. You sure you don’t share?”
“Positive. Have I ever shared with you?”
Sorcha’s heart almost stopped. What had Diego just said?
Joey’s laughter was sharp. “Never. But there’s always a first. So tell me, how’s Mom?”
Chapter Eleven
“¡Usted bastardo! ¡Ambos usted son bastardos!” Sorcha stood and pushed herself away from Diego; then she pounded her fists against his chest. She lifted her knee as if to slam it into his exposed balls. He grabbed her hands and thrust his hips back from her, his laughter making her even madder. “He’s your brother?”
“Easy, mi juguete. My cock’s still out and you might injure it. And I assure you, our parents were married when we were born.” He continued to laugh as Sorcha flailed against him. Soon, though, his laughter stopped and his tone turned dark.
“Sorcha! Stop that. Don’t forget I’m your Master. Sorcha. ¡Pare eso y compórtese, ahora! Do you hear me?”
“Behave myself? Are you kidding?”
Diego took her by the shoulders. “I’m still your Master. Calm down. Right now.”
“You tricked me. You made me think I was sucking you off in front of a stranger.”
“He was a stranger. To you. It doesn’t matter that I’ve known him all his life.”
Anger radiated through her body, but she stopped hitting him. Diego pushed away from her and buttoned his cock back into his pants. His chest heaved and his eyes glowed with anger. She knew she was in deep trouble for the outburst, but she didn’t care. What he had done was mean.
She turned to “Joey.”
“And you are?”
“Dario Fuentes, at your service.” He bowed slightly. “Forgive the beard and hair. I hate them, too. And here, at Dos Burros, I’m Joey, a drug dealer. I’m undercover and I trust you won’t give me away?”
She shook her head and sat down on the couch. She could feel the waves of fury still rolling off Diego at her reaction.
“How many other brothers do you have?”
“Four,” Diego said. “I’m the oldest, and we’ve very close in age. There’s Alejandro, Alberto, Santos, and Silvio.”
“I see your mother likes things in twos. Two names that begin with D, two with A and two with S. And you, Dario? Are you a Dom, too?”
“I had a good teacher,” Dario said. “My older brother is the best.”
“Obviously not,” Diego said with a snort. “Or else my sub wouldn’t be beating on me.”
The look Diego gave her made Sorcha flinch. She was in major trouble.
“Don’t be too hard on her,” Dario said softly. “It did catch her off guard.”
“It was a bet that she lost fair and square.” Diego held up his hands to silence them both. “I have a message for you from Ward. They’re calling you home soon, in a month or so.”
“Fantastic. Can I go tonight? Are you taking me out now? Pretending to arrest me?” He wagged his tongue and Diego laughed.
“No. Soon, though.”
“I can’t wait. I’ve been here two years and I’m ready to go home, shave this beard, cut my hair, and be normal again.”
“They’re going to have to stage your death.”
“Great. I always wanted to watch my own funeral.”
“You’re sick.” Diego laughed.
“True, but once again, I had a good teacher. Is this why you’re here, to deliver a message?”
“No, we’re here on another matter that we can’t talk about.”
“Figures. Nobody comes to visit me anymore.”
The brothers laughed and began to talk softly. On the couch, Sorcha fumed. He should have told her the man was his brother. Knowing Diego knew him would have made the blowjob easier for her. True, she’d gotten into it as soon as she started, but that was beside the point. He couldn’t expect her to take a surprise like that and not be mad. Sure, her hitting his chest had been way overboard, but she couldn’t take it back now. She had to live with the consequences. That meant that she would be without an orgasm tonight, she was sure.
“Are you through pouting?”
“I’m not pouting.”
“Pequeña mentirosita.” At least he was laughing again.
She turned her face from his. How could he call her a liar? He was the one who had lied.
“Sorcha, half of BDSM is mind games. Do you trust me so little that you’d think I’d make you perform in front of a total stranger?”
She knew he was right, but she didn’t want to admit it.
“It’s not the performing, it’s the fact you lied about him being your brother.”
“There was a reason for that.”
“You could have told me when we got to the office.”
“Yeah, but keeping you on the edge was fun. Admit it. It excited you. I bet your juices are flowing down your leg right now.”
Was the reason she’d been so angry because she’d been excited about a total stranger watching her deep throat Diego’s cock?
“I am not excited.”
“Prove it. Lift up your skirt.” When she didn’t move, he moved her back to where she was leaning against the desk. He crossed his arms in front of his chest. “Now, mi juguete.”
She inched it up slowly, hoping her pussy would dry before she reached the top. Of course it didn’t.
“Spread your legs.” She obeyed and Diego’s fingers pushed past her slit with ease. “Wet as a river.”
She leaned her head against his forearm. “I’m sorry, Master.” Her words were whispered.
“That’s all right. Knowing you’re a closet exhibitionist who’s ashamed to admit it gives me great ammunition for punishments.”
“We’ve been in here a little too long for a drug deal,” Dario said. “I need to leave and make sure Rico gets his cut or he’ll be suspicious.”
Diego pulled out his wallet and handed Dario some bills.
“Sixty do it?”
“Yup. Thanks, or should I say, thank Ward?”
“Yeah, he gave me money for this very reason.” Diego hugged Dario close to him. “Sea hermano cuidadoso, pequeño.”
“I will be. Say hi to Mom for me. Tell her I’ll see her soon.”
“Will do.”
“Sorcha, a pleasure. In more ways than one. Welcome to the family.”
“Family? I’m not…”
“Oh, please. Don’t bother denying it. You and my brother are a perfect fit. He needs a sub who challenges him like you do, don’t you, Diego?”
“Yes, I do,” Diego said, shooting a wicked grin at Sorcha. “She doesn’t know it yet, but I’m never letting her go.”
“Wait to get married until I’m back in Albuquerque, OK? I’d like to be the best man.”
* * * * *
“You’re being awfully quiet, Sorcha.” Diego pushed open the hotel room door and ushered her inside. “Lamenting your bad behavior?”
“You’re partly to blame.”
“If you say so. But you’re racking up punishments. Let’s see, you still owe me twenty-five minutes in the chair. Plus, you have punishments coming for the sarcasm Sunday night, the moaning without permission, the second orgasm, and now, trying to beat the crap out of me.”
“If I’m so bad, why don’t you just dump me?”
“Don’t think so. You’re way too much fun for that.”
She sat down on the bed and was surprised when he knelt in front of her.
“Sorcha, Dario saw it right away. You and I were made for each other. We’re perfect together. I’ve never found a sub w
ho would talk back to me. They’re all too nervous around me.”
“That’s because you have a nasty reputation. And you live up to it. They’re afraid of you.”
“But you’re not, are you?”
“No. Well, maybe at first.”
“No, you weren’t. If you were you never would have chained me to a wall. You knew I wouldn’t let it pass, but you did it anyway.”
“I wasn’t thinking when I did that. Besides, we’ve talked about being together, yes, but not about married. Dario mentioned a wedding and you didn’t dissuade him.”
“No, I didn’t. It doesn’t have to be right away. But yes, I want to marry you, keep you by my side always.”
They stared into each other’s eyes. After a few minutes, Sorcha nodded.
“Get undressed.” He walked to the bathroom and she quickly shed her clothing. When he returned he was naked. He set towels and the lube on the nightstand, then turned and took Sorcha into his arms, melding their mouths together and invading her mouth with his tongue.
They kissed frantically, their lips wandering over each other’s until they both gasped. Diego pushed her back onto the bed, falling down and capturing a nipple in his mouth. He sucked greedily as Sorcha wiggled under him, massaging his shoulders.
He released her nipple and sought out the other one, sucking it just as greedily as he had the first. His teeth played around the edges, sending tendrils of painful pleasure through her body.
“Yes, oh yes. Master.”
“Not Master. Not this time. Who am I?”
“Diego.”
He groaned and reached for a condom, pushing himself into her wetness seconds after he was sheathed. She wrapped her legs around him, marveling at the way he felt inside her. His strokes were slow and even, and she remembered it hadn’t been that long since he’d come. He’d probably last a good while.
She relaxed under him, her hands stroking his back.
“My Sorcha,” he whispered into her ear. “Mine.”
He kissed her shoulders and neck as he pumped into her, trailing his teeth along her collarbone before moving to the other side and repeat his motions. She shivered and moaned and burst into laughter.
“What?” He rose up and stopped his movements. “Are you laughing at me?”
“No. I was just wondering if I was I going to be punished for that moan.”
“Not hardly.” He pulled out of her and sat up on his knees.
“Oh, don’t take it away. Come back.” He lifted her so her ass rested on his thighs, then slid his cock inside her slit, the ring sliding across her clit.
Sorcha growled deep in her throat. He repeated the movement and she thrust up at him.
“Incredible. Oh, so good.”
“You like that?”
“You have no idea.” She shivered. “More. Please more.”
He did it again and again, the movements not causing enough friction to make her come. Instead, it send wave after wave of bliss through her body.
“Fuck me. Please.”
“Don’t you like this?” He teased her clit with the ring again.
“Yes, but I want you inside me.”
“You do?” His teasing tone was a new side to him and it made her smile.
“Where do you want me to fuck you, Sorcha?”
“You know.” She blinked at him coquettishly.
“Tell me. You have to learn to ask for it.”
“Diego, I can’t.”
“You can. It’s OK to like nasty things. Trust me on that.”
“Iwantyoutofuckmeintheass.”
His laughter filled the room. “Say it slowly. Very slowly.”
“I want you to fuck me” ‑‑ she swallowed hard before finishing ‑‑ “in the ass.”
He stroked her clit and Sorcha came, her hips shooting off the bed as he continued to caress her until her movements stilled. He leaned down and kissed her gently.
“All you had to do was ask.”
He stood and pulled off the condom, walking to the bathroom. When he came back he was sliding a new one over his cock. He took several pillows from the other bed and moved them to the center of the one they were on, covering them with towels.
“Put your hips here.” She moved to roll over and he stopped her.
“No. I want to mount you from the front. This time I want to watch your face while I take your ass.”
He positioned the pillows under her hips, and slid in so he could easily penetrate her, pulling her bottom against thighs. Her legs were splayed wide and he pushed his thumb against her clit.
“Come, Sorcha, come for me.” He pushed her clit down into her body, and Sorcha came, screaming his name as his cock slid into her ass. She tried to move to take more of him but his free hand stilled her as his thumb continued to circle her clit.
“Easy. Easy. Let me control my penetration. You’ll get it all. Relax. Come at will, Sorcha. Come as many times as you can. Right now, we’re not the Master and his toy. We’re Diego and Sorcha.”
The pressure on her clit was almost painful as Diego pushed his cock further into her.
“Where’s my cock, Sorcha?” He pushed deeper and she groaned.
“In my ass. So good.” She came again, her body tightening so much she thought she might explode.
“Ah, ah, I can’t. Oh, good.”
“My kinky little girl. Show me you like my dick in your ass. I wish you’d have let me in on this secret earlier. I was worried about you not liking it. Not every woman does.” She felt his body go flush with her own, his cock buried deep inside her anus.
“I was worried you’d think I was a slut.”
“But I like slutty little women. Especially when they’re mine.” He grabbed both of her ankles and pushed her legs apart, pounding into her harder and harder.
“Finger that clit. Be nasty for me.”
She circled the aching bud, watching Diego’s face as he fastened his gaze on her pussy. She lifted her fingers to her mouth, tasted her cream. He groaned deeply and said, “More. Fuck yourself.”
She bent enough to insert two fingers into her pussy, sawing them in and out as Diego rode her. She pulled them out, sucked them into her mouth, and put her free hand on her clit.
“Fuck, yeah! Shit!” His pounding increased. “Here I come.”
Sorcha increased the motion on her clit, flying over the edge with him. He released her legs and their hands clawed at each other, as he bent down and gave her a harsh kiss, pushing her head back into the bed and forcing his tongue into her mouth. Their labored breathing was almost in sync as he pulled from her and collapsed next to her.
“Sorcha?”
“Yes, Diego.”
“When’s the lease up on your apartment?”
“Two months from now. Why?”
“Because it’s a shame to pay rent when you won’t be there anymore.”
Chapter Twelve
Sorcha bit her thumbnail, then jumped when the door shut behind her. And locked. The guard standing near it just stared at her.
“You get used to it. Don’t worry, you’ll be fine. Take one of the tables in the middle.”
She moved into the room, passing jumpsuit-clad inmates sitting at tables with loved ones. The prison was minimum security, and the visiting room held large tables. Visitors were allowed to touch, as in hugging and holding hands, but nothing else.
When she’d arrived, the guards had checked her ID, and they’d searched her bags, which included her purse and a few books she’d brought for Tony. They’d patted down her pockets and ushered her inside, saying the “offender” would be with her shortly.
She sat down at an empty table and watched the visitors talk with their guests. She knew her Aunt Marta had not visited Tony in some time, and she wondered how lonely he felt. Maybe, just maybe, if this worked she could get Ward to look into cutting his sentence.
“Sorcha?” Tony’s voice was full of wonder.
She stood and smiled at him. “Hola, primo. ¿
Cómo estás?”
“Así-así. ¿Y tú? ¿Cuáles son usted que hace aquí?”
“I’m fine. And I’m here to see you, of course.”
“Right.” He snorted and sat down. “Even my mother quit coming. Not that I blame her.”
Sorcha sat down opposite him and gave him a tight smile. She reached into her purse.
“I brought you some books. Some mystery novels I thought you might enjoy. And I brought some cookies, but the guards said you had to eat them here. Sorry, they’re not homemade.”
“Are you kidding me? This is fantastic. Thanks.”
He stuffed a cookie into his mouth, and then another one. Sorcha stared at him, trying to come to grips with the differences between the robust, handsome cousin she’d known and the man sitting across from her.
Tony had lost weight, and there were circles under his eyes. She jumped slightly when a guard appeared at the table.
“Ten more minutes.” Tony nodded and held up the bag of cookies in offering.
“Don’t mind if I do.” The guard took a cookie, then another. “I’ll give you a little extra time. Morales doesn’t get many visitors.”
He walked off and Tony sighed. “What he means to say is I get no visitors.”
“I’ll try and come back. You can tell me how you like this book. It’s about a woman whose husband is killed and she has to try and rebuild her life.”
Tony fastened his gaze on hers. There was a sparkle that hadn’t been there earlier. She was glad her cousin was smart.
“Is that a fact?”
“Yes. She wants to move somewhere to start a new life so no one could find her.”
“Maybe so. She might just choose a big city that’s nearby, like Albuquerque, where she would blend in. Change her name, lie low.”
“Very true. I don’t know this author.” She pushed the book toward him. “Do you?”
He picked it up and nodded. “Janice Monroe. She’s a new one, but a good one.”
“Janice Monroe. I’ll have to pick one of hers up for me.” She took a cookie and bit into it, smiling when Tony put several of them in his pocket.
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