Mi Princesa | Valeria Garza Fic|

Chapter 10: A Wild Night

Her voice was low and almost growling, a sound that sends a shiver down my spine as I remember the last time she made a similar sound just last night. In her mind she'd shown me who really had control and dominance, I see it differently.

"What's the matter? Things not going your way?" I taunt. 

She narrows her eyes and walks closer to me, the scent of her perfume and the tension in her body making it clear that she is ready for a release of energy.

"Things never just go my way, Cariño. I make them go my way." she says while getting closer.

I hold my ground and stare her in the eyes even as she approaches, I'm not backing down without another fight.

"Yeah, sure thing." I say nonchalantly.

She stops just a few inches away from me and reaches out a hand to grab my chin, forcing me to look up at her.

"You will learn to respect me, Cariño." she says.

"And if I don't?" I question.

Her grip on my chin tightens, a spark of danger in her eyes as she leans in close, her breath hot against my ear.

"Then you will suffer consequences you cannot imagine." she says as she releases my chin and steps back, her gaze never leaving mine. "Now, strip."

"Hm... don't want to." I say.

Her expression darkens, and she takes a step closer to me, her voice low and menacing.

"You don't want to? You don't want to?" She repeats the phrase her tone growing more menacing with each iteration. "I'll show you what you want."

Without another word, she grabs my shirt and tears it open, the sound of ripping fabric filling the air. She then pushes me down onto the bed, her body hovering over mine.

"You will do as you're told, little brat." she says.

"Damn, I liked that shirt." I sarcastically say.

Valeria smirks down at me, her hands on her hips as she looks me over, her eyes gleaming with amusement.

"You'll live without it." she says.

"Its was yours anyways." I say.

Valeria's smirk widens, and she leans in close, her lips grazing my ear as she whispers.

"Yes, it was mine. And you are too." 

She then sits back, taking a hold of my pants and pulling them down in a swift, practiced motion.

"Lie. I belong to no one." I counter.

She raises an amused eyebrow, her expression one of amusement.

"Lie? Oh, really?" She questions as her hand moves to my chest, her fingers tracing a line down the center of my body. "You're mine now. You belong to me. And I always get what I want." 

Her eyes narrow, and she leans in closer, her breath warm against my skin. Her hand grips my jaw as she forces me to look at her. 

"You're just begging to be proven wrong, aren't you?" she says.

I get flash back to the night before and what was said and feel off about this whole thing. There's something brewing beneath the surface of our complex relationship but I just can't pin down what it is, until I can identify it I simply fight back.

"It doesn't matter what you or I say, we both know I'm not yours" I say.

Her gaze flashes with anger, and for a moment, I think I see something else behind her eyes, something almost like... vulnerability. But it's gone in an instant, replaced by her usual confident smirk. 

"We'll see about that, on your knees." she orders.

"Nah, I'm comfy where I'm at thanks." I respond only to piss her off even more.

"Her eyes harden, and she stands up abruptly, towering over me with an intimidating presence.

"Then I'll just have to make you, won't I?" she says.

She then grabs me by the hair and drags me off the bed and too my knees where she then uses her other hand to unzip her pants and reveal her strap. Her eyes burn with desire as she looks down at me, her voice husky with arousal.

"You should have just obeyed me from the start. Now, you're going to make up for your disobedience... with your mouth." she says.

"You can't even feel-" I start but am cut off as her hand wraps around my throat, cutting of my words as she forces me to meet her gaze.

"You're about to find out just how much I can feel." she says as she pushed my face towards her crotch, the cool plastic on the strap-on pressing against my lips.

Seeing that I don't plan to open my mouth willingly she squeezes my jaw until my mouth opens before shoving the strap down my throat. Her grip on my throat tightens as she thrusts forward, the thick strap sliding down my throat, forcing me to gag and choke around it.

"Swallow it, Princesa. Take every inch of me." she says.

I have no choice but to swallow and gag around the damn thing which is more annoying than anything else she's saying right now. She smirks, relishing in my discomfort as she continues to thrust, my throat working to take the entire length of her strap.

"You brought this upon yourself. I hope you're learning your lesson." she says.

I try to pull back to speak, but that only results in her thrusting harder.

"The more you struggle, the more I'll fuck the mouth of yours. You're not going anywhere." she says.

I simply glare as tears well up in my eyes involuntarily from all the gagging. She laughs, a low, husky sound, as she pulls the strap out of my mouth leaving me gasping for air.

"You're so adorable when you're angry. But don't think for a second that this is over." she says.

"Lucky me." I say still snarky.

She raises an eyebrow, ehr smirk deepening.

"Oh? Are you trying to be snarky now? That's fine, I can handle that." she says and the moves to the side drawer and pulls out some rope.

She once again grabs me by the hair and this time drags me onto the bed and starts tying my wrist to the bedpost. She gets the other one too and my ankles all secured before taking a step back to speak.

"You're going to learn to behave, one way or another. And if you think you can outsmart me, think again."