Keeping his bride

Aria

I’M IN THE kitchen angrily eating a piece of bread and glaring at Mateo – or as I now call it, my new favorite pastime. I still can’t believe I willingly offered my virginity to him last night. It all feels like a strange, vivid dream. But when I clench my thighs together, I can still feel him down there, and I know it wasn’t a dream at all.

And when the bastard looks in my direction, he gets an indecipherable look on his face. His eyes are dark and hooded as if he’s remembering being inside of me. And when he licks his lips, my core clenches when I think about how his mouth was on me…down there…only several hours before.

I gasp, almost choking on the bread in my mouth. Coughing, I stand up and scamper out of the kitchen, leaving him and my dirty thoughts behind.

I need space. I need time to think. I need… Well, I don’t know what the hell else I need, but I know that I definitely need to get away from Mateo for a while.

So I lost my virginity. Big deal, right? But the more I think about it, the more of a big deal it actually becomes. I didn’t just lose my virginity last night. I voluntarily gave it up to my captor. The very man who is holding me hostage.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” I ask out loud as I round the corner and run smackdab into the middle of a hard chest. I bounce backwards, barely managing to catch my balance and save myself from falling.

“Did I do something to offend you?” a deep voice with a thick Spanish accent asks.

When I look up, I see someone who looks like an older version of Mateo. In fact, they could almost pass for father and son, but I know that Mateo’s father is dead. He told me before that his family was murdered, so who could this man be who looks almost like a carbon copy of him? “I’m sorry. I was…talking to myself,” I admit.

“Oh. Then you did something to offend yourself?” he asks with a smirk. He runs a hand through his perfectly styled hair, which is gray at the temples, as his dark brown eyes study my face.

I shift my weight nervously from foot to foot, feeling suddenly very vulnerable under his heavy, scrutinizing gaze. I open my mouth to answer him, but then I hear Mateo call out, “Domingo,” from down the hall. Mateo approaches us, his intense gaze glued to me for an instant before he plasters a forced smile onto his face and greets the man I now know as Domingo. “I thought you weren’t coming until tomorrow.”

“What? I can’t visit my nephew a day early?” he asks with a strained grin.

So, this is Mateo’s uncle. Why do they seem to be forcing their affection towards each other then? I don’t understand the mechanics of their relationship, but even an outsider can feel the obvious tension in the air between them.

“Introduce me to your new…friend,” Domingo says, emphasizing the last word while turning his attention back to me.

“This is Aria,” Mateo offers. “She was just going to her room,” he says, narrowing his eyes on me.

I know better than to make a scene or question him right now. Instead, I nod in agreement and practically run away from the two of them towards our bedroom.

When I finally reach the safety of the room, I close the door behind me. Something isn’t sitting well in my stomach after meeting Mateo’s uncle. The way he looked at me. The way they spoke with each other. The overwhelming sense of tension between them. And the way Mateo said about me going to my room as if we don’t sleep in the same one.

Something’s not adding up, and I intend on finding out the truth.

Aria

I’M GETTING READY for dinner with Mateo’s uncle. Mateo told me to “dress demurely” – his words, not mine. A defiant part of me wants to find the raciest dress in my closet and put it on, but I’m afraid of the consequences from defying Mateo, especially when he’s in a bad mood. And he’s been in a terrible mood ever since his uncle arrived.

As I look through my clothing options, I have so many unanswered questions in my head. Mateo had mentioned before about his parents and sisters being murdered. How did Mateo and his uncle survive an obvious attack on their family? Why is there so much friction between the two of them? And why is his uncle here now?All content © N/.ôvel/Dr/ama.Org.

Frowning, I pick out a dusty rose A-line scoop neck chiffon cocktail dress and slip it over my head. It’s knee length, and I won’t be showing too much cleavage, so I’m sure it’s about as demure as it can get. My makeup and hair are already done, so I just need to find a pair of shoes to match, and I’ll be ready to go downstairs for dinner, which will no doubt prove to be volatile but hopefully insightful.

I settle on gold, lace-up heels and put them on my feet, carefully crisscrossing the tie-up laces up my legs before securing the ends in bows to make sure they stay put.

I’m tying the final bow when the bedroom door opens and Mateo walks in. He’s dressed in a black suit with a black shirt and black tie. He’s the literal definition of tall, dark and handsome, and I have trouble tearing my eyes away from him. He has a pissed off look on his face; but as soon as his eyes find me, his entire demeanor changes.

I watch his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows hard. His dark eyes scorch my skin as he stares intently, looking me up and down and taking in every single detail. “What are you wearing?” he asks, his voice suddenly turning dangerous.

“What? You told me to dress demurely,” I say, dragging out the last word and mimicking him. “This is about as modest as I can get.”

His eyes drift down to my feet. “You look like a pretty package begging to be unwrapped.”

I stare down at my heels. “Do you have a foot fetish or something?” I ask him with a cocked brow.

“I didn’t before tonight.” He rubs his thumb across his bottom lip. “Seeing any part of you tied up does strange things to me, Aria,” he confesses.

The thought of him tying me up and taking what he wants causes my thighs to clench together. Oh my god, why does that turn me on? It definitely should not.

“Stand by the edge of the bed and bend over,” he demands as he slips his belt out of the loops.

Thinking I’m about to get the beating of my life, I put my hands up in protest. “No, please, Mateo. I didn’t do anything wrong!”

He stares at me and then down to his belt before he tosses it to the ground. “I’m not going to hurt you, corazon. I’m going to give you pleasure, and then I’m going to fuck you.”

“B-but dinner,” I protest weakly, stammering as every nerve ending in my body lights up from his dirty words.

“Fuck dinner. We’ll be late.” He stalks across the room over to me. Swiftly, he grabs my arm, twists me around and pushes my chest down on the bed. I’m dizzy from the sudden movement, not even realizing what’s happening until the skirt of my dress is lifted up, and I feel a rush of cool air against my backside.

I squirm under his palm on my back that’s pressing me into the mattress. “Mateo,” I breathe out. I know I gave him my virginity, but I wasn’t planning on having sex with him so soon after – or ever again, if I had it my way. I need time to think. I need time to somehow get away from him; not give myself to him again.

But then he drops to his knees behind me, pulls my thong to the side; and the moment his tongue finds my clit, common sense flies right out of my thoughts. I moan, loudly, all rational thoughts and prior protests dying in my throat as he licks me into oblivion.

“I’m fucking addicted to you, mi pequena cautiva,” he breathes against my sex.

“Oh god,” I sob against the bed, my hands fisting the sheets as his tongue flicks over my clit in torturous circles. His mouth is sinful, creating pleasure that should be considered illegal. I never knew something could ever feel so good.

My thighs begin to quake with my pending orgasm, but then his tongue suddenly disappears, abruptly stopping my pleasure-filled ride. I then feel him teasing my entrance with one of his fingers, dipping it into my wet channel and fucking me slowly. All too soon he adds another thick digit, completely filling me, stretching me. His fingers curl and stroke the front wall of my pussy, and I unashamedly grind against his hand, wanting more, needing more.

He withdraws his fingers, and then his mouth is back on my center. His talented tongue laps furiously between my legs, and I cry out as pleasure begins to wash over me, my core tightening to the point of it almost being painful. I’m so close to coming, but then he stops again, making me cry out from the sudden loss. He keeps taking me to the edge but is forcing me to stay there, not letting me topple over, and it’s frustrating the hell out of me.

“I want you to come on my cock. Do you want that too, corazon?” Mateo asks, his voice strained.

I bite my lip and nod emphatically against the mattress. My mind is screaming no, but my body…my body wants him and everything he’s going to give me. It’s almost like I crave his touch and the pleasure only he can give me so much so that I’m like an addict looking for their next hit.

“Tell me you want my cock. Tell me you want me inside of you.” When I don’t answer him, he grips my hair, wrapping it around his fist and twisting my neck back to pull my mouth to his. “Tell me, Aria,” he orders roughly, his breath on my lips.

“Yes, please. Please fuck me, Mateo,” I shamefully beg. I can’t deny him anything when I’m this needy, and I hate that and love it all at the same time. It feels like I’m constantly being torn in two – my sanity and dignity on one side and my libido and irrationality on the other. And it seems like the latter is always winning the fight.

My words seem to please him, and he places a rough kiss on my mouth before releasing me. “That’s my good girl,” he rasps. And then I feel his cock notched at my entrance. A surge of heat rushes to my core in anticipation of what’s to come. I know this is wrong, but I need him. The bliss he gives me takes me to another place; one where I’m not his captive and he’s not my captor. One where I’m not being held against my will with the possibility of never going home. In this subliminal place, all of the bad things seem to disappear until there is only mindless pleasure.

He enters me slowly, stretching me to the point of it being painful. I groan out loud as my body attempts to adjust to his thick, hard cock.

“You’re such a good girl for me, Aria,” he praises me as he drives his steel length inside of me. “You took all of me before. You will take me again.”

My wetness coats him, allowing him to ease inside until he finally reaches the hilt; and we both moan in unison when he reaches that point. I feel full. So damn full.

“That’s it,” he says, rocking in and out of me. “Your greedy cunt is gripping me so tightly,” he growls. “Doesn’t want to let me go.”

His fingers reach under me and find my clit. The combined sensations have him bringing me to the brink once more. My thighs begin to quake right before he pulls his hand away and stills behind me. This time, I groan out loud in frustration, and that earns me a deep chuckle.

“So impatient, mi pequena cautiva,” he says. Then, I feel his fingers prodding at my lips. “Make them wet for me, Aria,” he commands.

I suck on his fingers, moaning around them as he begins to fuck me again. He pulls his hand away from my mouth after a minute, and then I feel pressure at my back hole. Instantly, my body locks up, and I attempt to crawl away from him. But Mateo pushes his hand firmly down on my back, holding me down, not allowing me to escape. “Don’t fight me, Aria. I promise it will feel good.” And then he whispers, “Just trust me.”

I whimper as he touches the tight ring of muscle between my cheeks, and then I feel an intense amount of pressure as he pushes one of his fingers inside of me to the first knuckle. A tortured cry escapes my lips as I fist the sheets.

“Touch yourself for me, corazon,” he demands as he continues to drive his cock into me.

My hand snakes under me until I find my aching clit. I rub the swollen little nub, moaning from all the different sensations. I feel like my brain is short-circuiting, trying to keep up with everything I’m feeling simultaneously. My clit throbs as I rub it, my pussy and ass are stretched and full. Every muscle inside of me is clenching with desire until it all becomes too much.

“That’s it. Feel me, Aria. All of me,” Mateo growls.

His thick cock pumps in and out of me, my pussy clenching around him as my orgasm unfolds in a rush. I sob into the sheets as I suddenly let go, allowing the liquid pleasure to flood my veins and devour me from the inside out.

My name is a rough exhale on his lips as Mateo pulls his finger out of my ass, grasps my hips and begins to fuck me deep and hard. His cock slams into me again and again, hitting that sweet spot inside of me, and I can feel my channel spasming as I suddenly shatter around him with no warning.

Crying out, I collapse onto the bed, no longer able to hold myself up. Mateo continues to fuck me until he comes with a shout, gripping my hips and holding me tightly against him. “Fuck,” he groans. His hips flex one last time, and I feel every spasm of his cock as he releases into me.

I lay there, unmoving, trying to catch my breath as he plants kisses up my spine. That was…incredible. Just like the first time but better. How is that even possible? If it keeps getting better, I’ll never be able to tell him no. I’ll never be able to resist him…or his monster cock and talented tongue.

Mateo slowly pulls out of me as I groan in frustration, hiding my face with my hands.

“What’s wrong, corazon?” he asks as he fixes my thong and my dress.

I part two of my fingers, staring out at him in the space between. And just seeing his heavy, long cock hanging between his powerful thighs and the way it glistens with our combined juices has me squeezing my eyes shut.

“Nothing,” I lie. And then I confess, “Everything.” Sighing, I stand up, my legs feeling like jelly.

“Well, while you decide, we’re late for dinner,” he tells me while pulling up his pants. He glances at his watch and then says, “Very late actually.”

“Fine.” Scowling, I walk past him and towards the bathroom.

“Where do you think you’re going?” he asks me, and it feels like a loaded question.

I turn, facing him. “To the bathroom to clean up,” I explain even though it should be obvious.

Mateo shakes his head and closes the distance between us in a few strides. “No, Aria. I want you to wear my cum inside of you to dinner,” he orders, his voice low and deep.

I open my mouth to protest, but he puts a finger under my chin and forces my mouth shut. “Do this for me, Aria.” And then he says, “Please,” and I can see the intense fire behind his dark eyes.

I want to ask him why, but I don’t. Instead, I simply glare at him and make my way out the door on shaky legs, cursing him and his cock internally the whole way downstairs.