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What the hell was that? “Sky” and “he” cause an eruption of jealousy in me. Carmen’s eyes looked adoring when she mentioned the words. I don’t even know who the boy is, but I hated hearing her call somebody’s name – when I can’t even let her call mine. Should I repeal the rule of not letting her know my name?
“I’m sorry,” she pauses for a moment before adding the word, “Sir.”
Sir. I’m beginning to hate that word.
"Have some wine," I take a glass, drink the wine, and kiss her.
Carmen sucks my mouth as I spit the liquid into her mouth. Some of it spills and drips onto her Hawaiian beach dress. I pull away from her mouth and follow the traces until they reach the gartered tube top.
I don't know if she has accepted her role or if Carmen likes what I do to her, but she doesn't contest my wet kisses on her chest. She gasps when I pull down the top and expose her tits to the night sky. She turns her head to the side when I look at her while cupping one of her tits.
My jaw clenches while I trace her face with my eyes. She's here for the job and nothing else. It's good she understands the rules, but why does it piss me off? I have brought dozens of escorts to this island. They all came to serve me. Why am I expecting her to be an exception?
I pinch her nipple until her mouth opens to cry from the pain. I push two fingers into her mouth, and she sucks them while avoiding my eyes. "Look at me," I order but quickly regret it when her misty eyes glare at me.
Guilt strikes me, but the fierceness in her eyes triggers a perversion in me. A strong urge to insist on my power and control over her. I push my fingers deeper into her mouth and force her to suck on them while I play with her tits. Her heavy breathing tells me she's upset. That’s right. We're not here for a romance; I'm here to be her master, and she – a slave.
I should stop entertaining the thought of romance. Carmen should also see it that way.
I pull my fingers from Carmen’s mouth and look straight into her eyes. She is not reason enough for me to change my ways. I hold the back of her head. After a few moments of hesitation, I push her face to my crotch while releasing my cock.
“It’s time for dessert, Tannie,” I hate myself for being rough on her, but it’s the only way for her to hate me. And if she hates me, Carmen will lose that fantasy-hoping look in her eyes. And maybe, I’ll feel less guilty.
I let go of a shaky breath when her mouth wraps the tip of my cock. Carmen slides her body to find a comfortable position. I gently brush the back of her while looking down at her. She holds the hilt of my shaft and slides the rest in and out of her mouth. Right. She already knows how to do it and the way I want it. I throw my head and groan when she warms my cock with the inner lining of her cheeks.
“Car...” I clear my throat and change it to, “Tannie.”
A tear trickles onto my crotch. She’s crying? For her shattered fantasy? I hold the back of her, intending to stop her, but Carmen slides my cock deep into her throat and bobs her head.
“Shit, Carmen,” her name slips out, and she stops for a moment.
Her name fuels her. Carmen pushes my cock deeper into her throat. Fuck. She knows how to fuck with her mouth. I twist the back of her hair when she holds my cock and focuses on my sac.
“Tannie,” I call her. She pauses before putting my cock back into her mouth. Smart girl. She knows how to make me call her name. I clench my teeth as she thrusts my cock deeper into her mouth.
I pull her away when I'm about to call her name. Fuck the rule! I should just call her name and cum into her mouth. But it will push me closer to becoming crazy about her.
“I want the other holes,” I want to pull her and place her in a straddling position, but I don’t want to look at her face right now. I’ve already called out her name. She may make me want to do more.
“Sir,” Carmen sounds objecting when I position her to face the couch board.
I spread her knees to bend her body lower. Carmen tightly holds onto the board. I can feel her anger, but she keeps it in. I want to kiss her before taking her, but I stop myself. I need to fight my urge to make this romantic.
"Sir," Carmen cries when I take her in one swift stroke. She pushes her head against the board to divert the pain.
I gather her hair with one hand and pull her head away from the board. “You’ll love this, too, Tannie.”
Before Carmen can reply, I pull out from her and thrust back in. I stop when I hear her cry. This is how I do it with others. Why don’t I want it with her? I pull out of her and turn her around. She quickly wipes her eyes to hide her tears.
"Look at me," I order. Carmen's lips twitch before doing it.
I pull her face closer to mine and kiss her like that night. Full of desire. She rejects my kiss for a moment but forces herself to accept it. I lift her from the floor and carry her back to the house.
No. Carmen is not becoming my Cinderella. I only enjoy fucking her like a woman and not as a pet.
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