DISCIPLINE✔ (DSD SERIES, BOOK THREE)

His Arrival

I stand in front of the airport, waiting impatiently for my fiancé. It's twelve-thirty and I'm growing anxious by the minute.

I idly straighten my backless dress. It's red, fitted at the torso with a deep, V neck and gently flows to my knees. My hair is in a messy updo and I wore little makeup... No sense in pretty up only to spend minutes later reapplying after a heated session.

Don't get me wrong, I still dressed up for him... Enough to get his blood pulsing.

I glance at the doors once more and fail to spot him. I groan as I watch the New Yorkers commute around me.

My sexual limbo has reached its limit and I need relief now. Roberto Amaretto better make an appearance now or—

The sliding doors open and I almost jump Roberto as he walks towards me with a smile on his face.

"Princesa," he say opening his arms for me and I waste no time running into them.

He cradles me before pulling away and giving me a look over whilst I do the same. He has blue eyes, a five o'clock shadow, dark curly hair and soft, pink lips. He's muy guapo and the black, silky dress shirt he wears does wonder for him.

Yummy...

"Aren't you all dolled up?" he muses staring into my Hazel eyes. "How bad has my princesa been missing su Rey?"

"A lot," I whisper huskily cleverly eying his lips before pinning him with a heated look. "So badly... I want you now... In the car. Is mi rey up for it?"

Robert raises an amused brow while studying me with his icy blue eyes. He grins releasing me but not before pecking my cheek.

"Let's hop to it then," he says taking my hand and leading me to the car.

The driver opens the door but Robert waves him off before pushing me in the car with an effective slap to the ass and climbing in.

Minutes later the privacy screen is up and I'm straddling his waist panty-less. My mouth ravages his, backed with the force of my raging hormones. I moan onto his mouth as his hands cup my core and my body salivates with lust. He probes my entrance with an exploratory finger and I gasp as it intrudes momentarily making me feel an intense amount of pain.

"Mierda... My Princesa is so fucking tight..." he groans stirring up my insides in the right way, making me a moaning mess.

My hands rake themselves through his dark curls on instinct, pulling that expertise mouth to my aid. I groan loving the taste of him on my lips and the glorious clenching he's making my womb do.

The feel is so fucking addicting...

He slips the straps of my dress down my shoulders and grabs a handful of my bouncing breasts... and I lose it.

"Fuck!" I yell before giggling.

The car takes a corner and my hands fly to the walls bracing on the turn. Robert takes this as an opportunity to tweak my nipples and when he grins I know he's both amused at the fact that I almost fell and happy at the absence of a bra.

"You were planning on this weren't you?"

"Yes..." I moan in both reply and satisfaction.

I grind my teeth in pleasure, nails ripping into the lining of the car. I rock my hips as his lips move to torture my heavily sensitive breasts and a moan rips through my throat once more, my skin tingling.

With one hand on the interior lining, I use the other to hastily pull the buckle on his belt, unbuttoning his grey Armani suit pants and zipping it down. My hand makes quick work of freeing him from his boxers and palms him, earning groans that send chills up my spine, emitting from the rosy bud in his mouth.