Strategy, Quality Time with Diablo

EMMA

I glance at my phone after what feels like an eternity of work. It’s already past four in the afternoon. Levi and I have been at it nonstop since noon.

Planning for the week ahead is no small task, especially with Alex’s arrival tomorrow.

I’m a private person by nature, so the thought of opening up my life to another person, Alex, is a bit overwhelming.

Balancing work, friends, gym, defense classes, and a possessive boyfriend is far from a walk in the park.

“Vi, we should call it a day. I want to cook Diablo a nice dinner before we hit the club tonight. He’s already mad at me for kicking him out this morning.”

“I haven’t even told him we’re going out tonight. You’re coming, right?”

He looks at me like I’ve asked the most obvious question in the world.

“Of course, Ems. See you at the club tonight.”

I pack up my laptop and start on dinner. Maybe I should text Diablo to make sure he’s coming home before I put in too much effort.

Emma

baby I am making dinner for us. I told Carly I will meet her at the club tonight at nine. What time will you be home?

Baby D

Oh so now I am welcome in my own apartment? I don’t know if I will be back before you leave.

Baby D

As usual, you didn’t even tell me you have plans and now you just expect me to come running home for dinner. Fuck that and fuck you.

Emma

Are you drunk Diablo? The idea is to spend time alone with you and yes, to fuck me as you so bluntly put it.

Emma

Well, if you want to be a stubborn fucking asshole I have plenty to keep me busy before I have to leave tonight.

I storm into the kitchen, yanking the pots off the stove and tossing them into the sink with less care than I should. He can go fuck himself. As I head to the bedroom, I hear the familiar sound of the door unlocking.

Shit, I hope it’s Levi who forgot something. But no such luck—I turn around and come face to face with my devil.

His eyes are bloodshot, he’s been drinking, and he’s pissed as hell. Not a good combination or a situation I’m eager to deal with. He must have been drinking since he left the apartment earlier today.

I make a dash for the bedroom, but he’s too quick—surprisingly quick for a man his size, even when drunk. He wedges his foot between the door and the frame, preventing me from closing the door.

I know I could force his foot out if I wanted to, but I promised him I’d never use my skills against him.

I let go of the door, and it swings open roughly, pushed by an irritated Diablo.

“You’re being disrespectful, baby. I think you need to be punished.”

“Diablo, you know I don’t like having sex when you’re angry or drunk.”

“I only had a few shots with Luis. I’m not drunk, baby love. Pissed as hell, yes, but not drunk.” His voice is deep and commanding, the voice that he knows can make me wet for him.

I love his dominant side. I don’t see his punishments as punishments. They’re more of a turn-on. Is that wrong? Is there something wrong with me for liking it?

I’m just glad he doesn’t know how much it turns me on.

“You disrespected me this morning, baby. You know what that does to me. You also know I can’t let it slide. You might think you can walk all over me.

“I’m going to punish you and then, baby, I’m going to make you scream my name over and over until your voice is hoarse. Understand?”

I swallow hard. I love this side of him so fucking much.

He walks toward me, removing his jacket and tie before stopping in front of me.

“Take off my shirt,” he orders. My fingers slowly start unbuttoning his shirt. When I reach the third button, a growl escapes his lips and he rips his shirt the rest of the way before taking it off.

“You’re supposed to be punished, baby, undressing me so slowly is killing me—tut-tut.” He places his hands on the top of my shirt and tears it in half, exposing my breasts.

“Beautiful, baby, but so disrespectful. Your mouth needs to be punished.” He removes his hands from my breasts, takes off his belt, kicks off his shoes, and removes his socks.

Before I can process what he’s doing, he unzips my jeans, removing them along with my shoes and socks, leaving me in only my thong, my body on full display for his pleasure.

“So fucking beautiful, baby.” He spins me around, takes both my hands behind my back, and ties them with his belt. We’ve never done this before. It’s exhilarating and my pulse visibly quickens.

It’s incredibly erotic. I clench my thighs together to try to relieve some of the throbbing that has started, but he stops me, spreading my thighs with his hand.

“Oh no, baby, only good girls can come. You were very naughty today. First, you must be punished, and then I will fuck you senseless.”

That voice. His words alone almost make me come undone. The throbbing in my pussy only intensifies. I need a release soon; I can feel my wetness slowly dripping down my thigh.

Diablo catches a glimpse of it and slowly trails his fingers over the wetness before bringing his fingers to his lips, sucking them. “You taste so good, baby. And you’re all mine to devour.”

He walks to the bed, grabs a pillow, and throws it on the floor. At first, I don’t understand.

“Get on your knees, baby.”

Fucking hell, he has complete control over me and I’m loving it. I kneel on the pillow, with my hands still tied behind my back. I look up at his glorious, sculpted face.

When I meet his eyes, they’re so dark, filled with lust. This is driving him crazy, too. He removes his trousers and boxers in one swift movement, discarding them somewhere, without breaking eye contact with me.

His erection glistens with pre-cum. I lick my lips. Fuck, I want this man’s cock inside of me. The throbbing between my legs increases even more.

“Suck.” Seeing that I’m on my knees, hands tied, he brings his shaft to my lips. I take him in my mouth slowly, controlling my breathing; I take all of him before pulling back slowly, then picking up the pace.

Twining his hand in my hair, he starts to control the movements. I’m just glad I practiced how to control my gag reflex because he’s thrusting in and out of my mouth at a relentless pace.

“Fuck, baby, your mouth feels so good. I’m going to cum, and you’re going to swallow all of me.”

His grip on my hair is so tight I can’t nod in agreement, so he does it for me.

“Good girl.” After a few more thrusts, I feel his warmth flood the back of my throat. I swallow every last drop, licking my lips afterward. He growls his approval.

He lets go of my hair, and I start to suck and move my lips over his cock again. His cock is already responding to my feverish onslaught.

“Hold on, baby. I’m not done with you yet.” He takes my bound hands in his, pulling me up to face him, our bodies pressed against each other.

He moves his lips to my erect nipple, biting down, making me moan. His other hand grips the other nipple, roughly pinching it between his thumb and forefinger. Moan after moan escapes my mouth.

“Diablo, please, I need you.”

“Not yet, baby.” This is more torture than punishment, and he’s loving it. Damn! He turns me around, and I feel him untying my hands. He intertwines our fingers before moving both our hands around his neck.

My back arches a little because of his height, making my breasts stand out more.

“This is where your hands will stay until I say you can move them, got it?”

I nod yes.

“Words, baby.”

“Yes, yes.”

“Good girl.” He presses his chest against my back, moving his hands to my hips, he rips my thong, dropping it somewhere on the floor.

He trails his hands back up over my breasts, grabbing a nipple in each hand, pulling roughly. Another moan escapes my mouth.

Leaving one hand on my breast, he lifts the other to my face, turning it sideways and upward to meet his dipping head. He stops his mouth inches from mine, the sexual tension radiating from my body begging for release.

His one hand is still playing with my breast, his other hand dipping lower down my stomach.

My breath hitches, taking this as his cue, he plunges his lips hard on mine, capturing a moan, biting my bottom lip before sucking hard, definitely leaving a mark.

He slides his tongue into my mouth roughly, entwining with mine.

The kiss deepens, and before I know it, he plunges two fingers into my throbbing core. With only two quick pumps, I come.

Lifting his lips from my mouth, I shout his name over and over until my pussy finally stops contracting around his fingers. I can barely stand upright after my orgasm.

“You’re so responsive, baby. I love the effect I have on you. Only I can make you feel like this, only I can make you cum so quickly. You are mine, say it, Emma.”

“I am yours.” I turn around and push him onto the bed, straddling him, his erection bobbing up and down his stomach. I love the sight of his huge erection and the effect I have on him.

I still can’t believe how he fits inside of me. I’ve had enough foreplay for tonight. I want another release.

I take his cock, lifting myself off him slightly so that I can lift his cock and slide my pussy over him, taking all of him in me. I almost come undone when he fills me.

“You’re still so tight, baby. It still feels like the first time every time.”

That did it. I cum again, clenching his cock with my pussy.

“Baby, if you keep this up I’m going to cum too. Your pussy is so tight.” I start moving up and down his shaft, both of my hands on his well-sculpted chest trying to steady myself.

Placing his hands on my hips, he flips us over with him on top of me. Lifting my legs over each of his shoulders, he enters me again.

I moan his name. This new position allows him to go deeper in me than he has ever been—the feeling is euphoric.

He hits the right spot with each thrust, moving his thumb over my clit, rubbing it hard, making the feeling inside of me more intense.

“Come with me, baby. I need you to cum, now,” and I do. My pussy clenches and unclenches uncontrollably. Diablo still moves in and out of me before finding his own release.

He spills his semen inside of me before collapsing next to me, both of us riding out our euphoric orgasms, trying to get our breathing under control.

I eventually turn to look at Diablo, finding him staring at me with a glint in his green eyes I’ve never seen.

“What?” I ask. Pulling me closer to him so that our chests touch, he kisses me softly, trailing kisses from my lips to my collarbone and back to my lips. He kisses me so passionately it brings tears to my eyes.

His kiss holds so much emotion, moving in sync with mine. When he breaks the kiss, his eyes travel to mine.

“I fucking love you, baby. Don’t ever leave me.”

I can’t respond. I’m taken aback by his honesty and the vulnerability in his eyes. He buries his face in my neck, pulling me closer and closer to him until there is no space between our bodies.

I can barely breathe, but I’m too afraid to break the spell he seems to be under in this glorious moment.