by Alyse Zaftig
I cleared my throat.
“What do you want to know?”
“Everything.”
“I’m a businessman, first and foremost.”
She snorted.
“I am. Moving drugs is a business just like any other.”
“Except that it’s illegal.”
I shrugged. “Well, there’s that.”
“How did you get into it?”
“I thought that I was going to be a petrolero, which was my father’s profession, and it had kept our family comfortably wealthy my entire life. I could have sat back on my millions and lived comfortably on the interest for my entire life.”
“And then?”
“Then, dollarization happened. Suddenly, our money had been reduced to a shadow of what it was.”
I held her a little tighter. It wasn’t easy to remember the time when my entire life had fallen apart.
“We could’ve fallen to pieces. There were plenty of people at our level who did. They didn’t know how to live or work. They didn’t sully their hands with plebeian concerns, like making enough money to put food on the table.”
“What saved you? What made you different from the rest?”
“We had a secret weapon: my mother. She’d been a wealthy middle-class girl when she’d met my father at PUCE, a university in Quito. My maternal grandfather had struggled as a businessman until she was a teenager, when he’d finally signed a few contracts to export roses to the United States.”
“Roses?”
“Yes, roses. Valentine’s Day was the biggest event of the year for them. My mother had been raised to think that she should work for a living, even though she’d gone through all the etiquette classes that a teenager should go through.”
“So she’s part of both worlds.”
“Yes. She fit into my father’s family with its bloodline that went back to the Spaniards from the colonial days, but my paternal grandparents had always been rather snide about her somewhat humble upbringing, since my maternal grandfather actually worked and continued to work, even when he had more than enough money.”
She whistled softly. “Your grandfather sounds interesting.”
“My mother is a strong woman. It was my mother who thought of buying farmland in the Andes. It was my mother who had hired people to cultivate ancient plants, plants that had been grown there for millennia.”
“Coca.”
“Coca,” I confirmed. “It was legal in Ecuador to cultivate coca. After all, it was highly important for indigenous cultural rituals. In addition, altitude sickness, what some people called sorojchi, could be cured with coca. And in the mountains, who would know?”
“So your mother was the one who got you into the cocaine business?”
“Yup. We rebuilt our fortune with kilo after kilo of white powder that our customers couldn’t wait to get. And we’d kept our house, the one that was registered as a historical landmark, and our lands that UNESCO almost stole since they had pre-Columbian pyramids on them. Money talks.”
Naelle was quiet.
“Thank you for sharing your perspective. Have you ever thought about the cost to society? Obviously, running drugs is lucrative, and it probably saved your family.”
“It did.”
“But at a high cost to other people.”
“Naelle…I’ll do everything in my power to help and protect people I consider mine. Beyond that, I don’t care. They aren’t forced to buy my products at gunpoint. If they wanted to go to rehab and get clean, they could. You can’t fight human nature.”
“How many people have you killed?”
“Probably too many to count. Not personally, but there’s been a high death toll.”
She was quiet and still in my lap. She climbed out.
“Are you okay?”
“It’s been a rough day. I think I’ll just try to brush my teeth and go to sleep.”
“Of course.”
Belt and Headboard
Emilio
I undressed, getting comfortable in my small bed. I accidentally thunked my head on the metal headboard. When she came out of the bathroom, she was wrapped in a towel. I impulsively got to my feet and put my arms around her, drawing her closer, smelling the sweet scent of her hair. Was it strawberry? Apple? Whatever it was, it was fucking delicious. I needed to taste her.
I threw her on the bed, then I surrounded her with my body. She was mine.
I kissed her throat delicately, and she made a noise deep in her throat, one that I didn’t think that she could control.
I smiled.
I gathered her wrists in one of my hands and pinned them to the bed. She gasped and opened her eyes. My other hand slid between her legs, touching her clit, coaxing it out of its hiding place. She cried out when I amped up the pace, arching her hips into my hand, totally lost.
I looked around for something to secure her hands. I saw my belt on the floor. Perfect.
I let go of her hands, and I slid off the bed.
“Where are you going?” she demanded. “What are you doing?”
“Shh,” I told her.
Her eyes widened when she saw the belt in my hand. Without a word, I bound her hands together, looping the excess length around part of the small headboard before buckling my belt.
I stopped to admire my handiwork. She looked so beautiful decorating my bed. Her body was perfect, all luscious curves, and I knew that she was all mine.
Now that she was tied up, it was time to eat her.
I spread her legs apart, so that her glistening folds were displayed for me. She had nowhere to hide.
I touched her little clit with my tongue, and I sucked, just a little.
She reacted violently, bucking her hips up towards me.
I reared back.
“Don’t stop! Please don’t stop! I’ll do anything.”
“I can’t go down on you if you buck me off, sweetheart. Obviously that belt is not enough to keep you still. I want you to keep still, real still, or this is over.”
“I’ll be still. I promise,” she whispered.
“That’s my girl.”
I bent back down, caressing the soft, smooth skin of her juicy thighs, and I licked her slit from the bottom to the very top. Though I knew that her reaction was just as strong as before, she was staying still like I had told her to.
Good girls get rewarded.
I brought my fingers into play, sliding one into her slit as I went back to sucking on her clit.
From the shaking of her body, I knew that she was holding back. Her breathing was hard, desperate for more.
I gave it to her.
I slid my finger to her front wall, right towards her G-spot, and she sang for me.
I had never heard anything more beautiful. Beethoven had nothing on the girl I had screaming beneath me on this bed. She was an enchantress, seducing me with her delicious body. I was going to lick it up. All of it.
Slow and Sweet
Naelle
I was breathing as if I had just run a marathon. My wrists chafed a little where I had pulled against the belt while in the throes of ecstasy. I didn’t care, though. A little pleasure with my pain was just fine.
He bit me on my upper thigh, and I screamed. I wanted to move so badly, but I couldn’t.
He stopped licking my pussy, and instead he kissed his way up my body.
“I have been neglecting these beautiful breasts,” he said, pinching my nipples. “I think that’s something that I’m going to fix.”
I watched his hair as he bit my breasts, gently nipping at first. Then, he started savagely biting me. The sensation went on a straight line down to my core, as if he were sending exploding rockets of sensation right into me.
I loved it. I wanted to arch my back up under him, but I had promised to be still. I couldn’t control how hard I was breathing, though.
He shifted down my body, and he threw my legs over his shoulders.
“Enough. I love tonguing your body, b
ut I think it’s time for the main course.”
I felt the hard crown of his cock touch my slit. I was wet, very wet, but he was so big.
I didn’t know if he was going to fit.
“I don’t...”
He interrupted me by shoving everything inside of me.
I screamed in pain and pleasure. They raced neck and neck and caught me in unbearable sensation. I couldn’t keep my promise not to move anymore, though my range of motion was severely limited by this position, I pushed my hips up at him, and he pushed me back with equal force, enough force to break the bed.
His eyes stared straight into mine. There was something tender and loving in his face, though his body was taking me as roughly as possible, in a hard rhythm that would leave me sore for days.
I felt a rush of precome spill inside of me, and my body was warmed from the inside out. He stretched my legs as he pushed harder and deeper inside of me, parting my slick folds. The scent of sex was everywhere.
He went for it in earnest now. Instead of a hard rhythm, he switched to animalistic, irregular thrusts. I knew he was getting close.
His hand went between my legs to find my clit. He rubbed it, and I couldn’t help it. An explosion of white fire filled my brain, and I panted as my body fluttered and contracted around him.
He moved so that he was flat on me, my toes touching the bed. He slammed into me with as much force as he could muster. The slap of skin filled my ears and turned me on, though I’d already had my orgasm.
He stopped and withdrew from me.
Before I could react, I could feel the belt attached to the headboard loosening. He let my wrists go, but he spun my body beneath his so that I was flat on my stomach, facedown on the bed.
“Bend your knees under you,” he commanded.
I shivered as a pulse of desire went down my spine. I bent my knees.
He slid straight back inside of me, filling me up. My body clenched around his, and he grunted behind me.
I still couldn’t move very much like this. I could only take what he gave me. A hand was between my shoulder blades to keep me down and help him keep his balance behind me.
He ravished me, plunging inside me again and again.
Grabbing my throat to pull my body down harder on his dick, he was so big and hard that it felt as if he was tearing my body into two. It was totally worth it. He shouted as he filled me with what felt like a liter of come. It spilled out onto my thighs and the sheets, getting everywhere.
His huge body collapsed on top of mine, with his dick still big inside of me. I had a little trouble breathing with so much weight on top of me, but I loved it. I loved feeling his sated body cage me.
After a few moments, he pulled his dick out of me, leaving a gaping, empty hole. He rolled to his side and spooned me. His arm came around my front to grip one of my breasts. He kissed my neck.
“That was spectacular, sweetheart,” he told me. “You can do that with me anytime.”
I caught his hand with my own and sucked his middle finger in reply.
I could feel him getting hard again behind me.
This time, it wasn’t hard, fast, and untamed. It was slow and sweet. We stayed like that, in the spooning position. He brought my upper leg on top of his, and he slid his cock into my slick hole. I was still covered from his juices and mine from the first time.
His hand went to touch my clit. Every time that he pushed into me, he thrust me harder into his hand. He controlled my body with a slow rhythm.
I orgasmed quickly.
This time, he came over the edge with me. He shouted his pleasure as he released his hot seed inside of my body.
We lay there, on our sides, just catching our breaths.
Going to Canada
Naelle
“Where are we going now?”
While I loved the idea of staying on his boat, I knew that my dad could find us.
“We’re going to Canada. We’ll get a plane from there.”
I held his close, smelling his wonderful scent. I could barely believe that we were back together.
I felt safe, warm, and happy. I touched my stomach. Our baby was in there.
My eyelids drooped.
“You’re tired. Go to sleep.”
“Okay,” I said sleepily, yawning.
He kissed me. I fell asleep in his arms, felling the gentle motion of the boat as we moved towards the Canada.
I woke up to hear Emilio swearing in Spanish. He was pacing back and forth next to the bed, a phone in his hand. He seemed like a lion trapped in a cage.
I felt sorry for whomever he was talking to.
Finally, he hit the end call button.
“What’s wrong?” I asked.
“They think that Alejandro is dead.”
“What?”
I sat up on the bed, clutching the sheet to my chest. I felt very naked all of a sudden.
“He disappeared. The hotel staff took him to the hospital when he was having respiratory distress…it was inevitable for him to have a little trouble. He probably overdosed. He disappeared from his hospital bed.”
“He could be fine,” I soothed. “He might have just wandered off. Maybe he didn’t like being in the hospital.”
“Naelle,” Emilio said very quietly, “there was a lot of blood on his bed.”
I felt the blood drain from my face.
“A lot of blood?”
“They think that he’s dead and the Omegas stole his body.”
“Oh, Emilio,” I said, holding my arms out for a hug.
He sat on the edge of the bed. He put his head on my shoulder. I stroked his back and made soothing noises.
He wasn’t crying, but I had the feeling that if things were slightly different, he would be.
“I should’ve been there,” he said, his voice raspy and low from unshed tears.
“You were in America getting me back.” I kissed his hair. “You can’t do anything now. Wait until we get back to Ecuador, okay?”
I could feel the tension in his body.
“I hate being helpless and not knowing whether Alejandro is alive or not,” he confessed.
I stroked his back a little more. I didn’t have anything to say.
I sat in that bed, holding him for a little while.
Then he pulled away from me. When he turned to me, I saw a calm mask.
“We’ll be fine as soon as we get to the Canada. Our first stop in Ecuador will be to pick up Sofia.”
“Who’s that?”
“My niece.”
Then I remembered that Alejandro had a daughter.
“Didn’t he say that a nanny was taking care of her?”
“I’d feel more comfortable keeping her with me. They already took her father. Why do you think that they’d stop at Alejandro?”
“They wouldn’t hurt a baby,” I protested.
He twisted and gave me a look.
“I wouldn’t stop. In the past, I haven’t.”
I felt my blood run cold.
“If you cross me, your family won’t be safe. They’re just repaying it in kind. The Omegas have hit me where it hurts the most. I shouldn’t have cut Alejandro off from our own supply of cocaine. All of this is my fault.”
“You couldn’t know that he’d end up dead when you tried to clean him up. It’s not your fault. You’re not psychic.”
“My family. My responsibility.”
He walked out of the room. I had the sense that he’d cloaked himself in his drug lord persona.
I crawled out of bed. There was a small bathroom where I cleaned up before getting redressed in my clothing.
I went back and sat on the bed. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen. I knew that I made the right choice, but everything was happening at once. I’d only met Alejandro once, but now we were going to go to their estate to pick up his daughter to protect her from a drug war. What a strange experience.
If I’d known about this when I’d decided to run to Ecuador aft
er my horrible engagement party, I didn’t know if I would’ve chosen this path.
But Emilio was worth everything that was going on right now. I’d stick by him.
Halifax
Naelle
I lost track of time on the boat. Days passed, and I knew that my father hadn’t found us. He probably was keeping an eye out, but he must know that I’d left of my own free will.
I spent my days hanging out on deck, trying not be in the way. Emilio was extremely grim throughout the journey. I knew that he still felt guilty. Finally, I saw land through the window.
“Here we are,” Emilio said, putting an arm around me. “We’ll fly down to the Bahamas, refuel, and go to Ecuador. I made a mistake when we went through Miami the first time. I won’t make the mistake of refueling in the United States again.”
“Okay.”
As soon as we got out of the boat, there was a car waiting to take us to the airport. I’d never been to Nova Scotia before, but I wouldn’t spend much time there.
It didn’t take long for us to get to the airport. There was a different jet waiting for us there.
“Where’s your jet?”
“Your father can trace it. I borrowed a jet from a friend,” Emilio explained.
I didn’t want to delve too deeply into it, but it was crazy that I was engaged to a man who could borrow a private jet at the drop of a hat.
Well, at least my baby would be born with a silver spoon in his mouth.
We got into the plane, went through all of the pre-flight stuff, and took off.
When I woke up, we must have already refueled in the Bahamas, because we were over the Caribbean. When I looked out my window, I could see tiny islands far below us.
Emilio had his laptop open. He was working.
I unbuckled my seatbelt and went over to him.
“Kiss, please.”
He gave me a half grin and a quick kiss.
“How long will it be before we arrive in Ecuador?”
He looked at his watch.
“Not too long,” he said. “I’m trying to find out what happened to Alejandro. The quantity of blood in the hospital would indicate that they killed him there and then took his dead body.”
