Devotion (3) ✔

4 - Mariana

I couldn't believe I hadn't showered or thrown the dress away the minute I was dropped back at The House. I was still in the dress that had dark patches on it, the front of crumpled and the length was full of wrinkles. Instead of taking the clothes off, I found myself pulling his suit jacket tighter around my body.

It smelled of him. Probably Giorgio Armani. I was sitting my room of the House and all I wanted was him. After Miss Caroline had informed me about the fact that he paid for me for a whole month. I was surprised. Usually, it was a week or a trip but for a month, with him, that was going to ruin me. Specially with the emotions I was feeling for him. I didn't know him and what I felt for him was completely physical but where the fuck was all these emotions spewing out of.

I could still smell him, taste him. He didn't care when he kissed me even if he could taste him. I was so sexually frustrated that I nearly got off on blowing him. I needed more. Rolling my eyes, I grabbed my bag and locked the door to my room on the way out. I took of my make up when I got home, unable to take anything else off.

My plan was to get home, think about him while the vibrator did the trick. Sad thing was he was thick and long and my vibrator wasn't. I needed him inside me. The ache was unbearable. Walking out of the gates, I went over the little parking lot behind the wall of trees cut into squares. Suddenly a car screeched into a halt in front of me.

It looked like a typical black Town Car limo. I thought about walking around it when the door right in front of me jerked opened in anger.

Santiago emerged, rage spewing out of him in bulks. His attire looked in disarray. His tie was gone, top button undone.

Concern washed over. "Are you okay?" I asked in concern. He grabbed my hand that lifted to touch him.

"No. I'm. Fucking. Not." He emphasised each word. Picking me up, he tossed me inside and I squealed at his brazen behaviour. My heart hammered in my chest. He picked up my bag and tossed it inside on the floor of the car and slid in.

"Go." He told his driver and the partition slid up, closing the little window at the front.

"Tiago." His name slipped out of my mouth. "AH!" I flinched when he grabbed my face and brought it close to him.

"Say it again." Using his other hand, he was unbuckling himself.

"Santiago." I whispered, feeling absolutely helpless and desperately turned on. My cunt was on fire. I rubbed myself on the seat, trying soothe the ache.

His lips were on me, tongue deep inside my mouth. I had no control of my actions. He lead and I followed. I was lost in his mouth; his breath became mine. He was bruising my lips but I didn't care. Suddenly, he grabbed my neck and pushed us on to the floor, with my back to his front. There's no finesse in what he was doing. He was running on pure adrenaline, as if he needed me, just as much as I needed him.

He flipped my dress over my ass, pushed his boxers down and guided his manhood straight into my pussy like a possessed man.

"Yes." He grunted.

Putting all his body weight on me, he started ponding me. I managed to turn my face, looked down to find him on his fucking toes. His full weight was inside me. Surprisingly turned on by the sheer power, I tried to open my legs but he thighs were over my ass, caging me in.

The pressure of his length and power had me sliding forward, my nipples slipped out.

"Where the fuck do you think you're going." It wasn't a question. He wrapped one his hand around my throat and the other arm snaked it's across my body with hand aiming for my clit. "This is fucking mine." His pinch was hard, it made me gasp and lift myself towards him.