Punished (Calavera Hotels #1)

Chapter Twenty-Six Adrian

Mireya hadn’t answered me back about coming to the apartment earlier. Before we ran into Los Bandoleros, I had texted her, but there was still no response. I’m not far from the hotel when a message comes in from Osiel. It’s a picture of Mireya and Alma laughing at a table with a group of his construction workers. Thalia has her feet up on the dashboard, filing her nails, when she looks down to see the photo on my screen. Her eyes go wide.

“Oh, shit.”

‘Oh, shit’ is right. I speed up and pull in the back and make my way straight to the bar. Thalia is hot on my heels. I can hear the music as I get closer. If I get there and my ass is grinding on some other guy, I will pull out my gun and blast him. I’m relieved to see her sitting at the table when I reach the bar. Thalia is at my side now as we approach the table. I grab Mireya by the arm and pull her up. Thalia pulls Alma out of Osiel’s lap .

“What the fuck!” Mireya says and tries to pull away from me, but I just grab on tighter.

“You two are drunk as fuck,” Thalia growls, walking with Alma behind us towards the elevator. Mireya yanks free from me, and she and Thalia start arguing over Alma. I pull Mireya away, but she is persistent in confronting Thalia. Her words come out in slurs, but they flow all the same.

“You are not the boss of us! You don’t dictate our lives!”

Thalia’s expression mirrors mine as Mireya continues her protest. Heartlessness must be genetic. She ignores her and helps Alma, who is seconds away from vomiting in the corner.

“Mrs. Perfect here with all her secrets.” I push Mireya into the elevator, and we ride up to the thirteenth floor.

“You were pregnant and never told us!” she blurts out. Thalia’s eyes snap up. Hurt floods them. Her eyes meet mine, and she moves toward Mireya.

“Fuck you!” her voice cracks. The elevator doors open, and she takes off with Alma without a single look back. I sigh as I look down at Mireya. So much for everyone getting along. Mireya is processing the words she shot out. She’s not completely belligerent, but she’s far from sober. She stands in the elevator, not willing to move.

“Get out.”

“Machismo has been out since the 2000s, Adrian.” I smile at her attempt at an insult.

“Have it your way.” I throw her over my shoulder and she hits at my back. I slap her ass hard and walk into the apartment, then out to the pool. When I throw her in, she screams. The water isn’t cold, but she wasn’t expecting me to throw her in. She comes up to the surface panting. Her makeup runs down her face, and her scrubs cling to her body.

“Calm the fuck down.” I pull up a chair and light a cigarette as I watch her make her way out of the pool. I’m not sure why she’s acting like this. Brattiness is beneath her, but something must have triggered her emotions. She only acts this defiant with me when she wants me to dominate her, needing a release.

What I am concerned about is the way she is treating her closest friend. Despite their disagreement, airing out Thalia’s dirty laundry like that was out of character for her. I watch as she swims to the pool stairs. Her teeth chatter, and I can see her hard nipples beneath the wet fabric. I put out my cigarette and walk away to give her time to sober up. I make my way to the kitchen to pour myself a drink.

I’m not in there five minutes before I hear her come inside, ready to pick another fight. Before she has the chance, I wrap a hand around her throat.

“Here’s the plan–you are going to strip out of these wet clothes and get down on your knees like a good girl. You want to keep running your mouth? Then let me help you keep it shut.” I slam her back into the wall. Tears gather in her eyes.

“What you’re not going to do is self-destruct, get white girl wasted, entertain all of Osiel’s co-workers, and ruin every supportive relationship you have. You’re not going to avoid talking like a grown woman about whatever is bothering you.” Her eyes bulge and she fights against my grip. I loosen my hold on her as she glares at me.

“Strip. Now.” I remove my hand and she strips down, her body wet from the water. She watches me intently as she removes her clothing.

“Get on your fucking knees.”

She drops to her knees, her lips parting slightly. I pull my hard cock out and stroke it a few times before I nudge her lips open. She takes me in, and I don’t waste a second before I thrust all the way in. She gags when I hit the back of her throat.

“Goddamn. You’re such a good little slut.”

She moans around my cock, and I pull tighter on her hair. I continue to thrust into her harder as I listen to the gurgle of saliva. She sucks harder and uses her hand to gain better control. I watch as her other hand moves toward her pussy.

“Keep your hands off my pussy,” I growl, and she whimpers, but quickly lets her hand drop to her side.

She thinks she’s getting something in return by the way she’s sucking my dick. She looks up at me, and the sight alone is enough to make me lose it. She swirls her tongue around my crown, and I pick up my pace, pounding into her mouth while I hold on to her hair in my fist. She moves her hands to my balls and squeezes them lightly. I lose all control as the sensation builds in me. My balls tighten, and I pull out just in time to paint her face. She’s gasping on her knees, while her watered down mascara mixes with drool and cum leaking out her mouth.

“This is only the beginning of your punishment.”

I pick her up and walk to the bedroom. I throw her on the bed and watch as her tongue slips out to the corner of her mouth, desperate to taste my cum. I spread her legs and her head falls back. She thinks this is it, that I’m going to return the favor. I grab the ropes from my closet and tie her hands to the bedpost. I go to tie her ankles, when I notice her white toenails.

When did she do that? My dick hardens in my pants at the sight. I never understood the hype about white toenails, but seeing the polish on Mireya does something to me. A hidden kink I needed to explore. I move to kiss her inner ankle and watch as her stomach sinks in. I run my tongue up the arch of her heel, and she moans in response. I suck on her toes, and she pulls on the restraints. I run a hand down her inner thigh before I reach her swollen clit. Her body trembles as my thumb circles her clit. I pull my hand back and slap her bare pussy. She cries out at the pain.

I bite her inner thigh, and she sucks in a breath. A fucking goddess. Her body is perfection. I slip two fingers into her and drop my mouth to taste her.

“I’m going to eat this sweet cunt the way you like it.” I feast on her like a madman. My fingers dig into her ass cheeks. I gather the drool and cum leaking out of her with my middle finger. Coating her with it as I move to her back hole. I push a finger into the tight hole and bite down on her clit.

“Cum all over my face, mija. Your ass is taking my fingers so good.” She starts to buck her hips, begging for her release. I take her right to the edge before I stop. I pull my finger out of her tight ass and stand to my feet as I wipe her arousal off my face.

“Adrian!” Her eyes shoot to mine.

I tie her ankles together and pull at the restraints. She looks ready for a crucifixion. My personal sacrifice. She’s thrown off by my actions, but she’ll figure it out soon enough. I had to pull back, despite wanting her to cum all over my face. This is her punishment.

“Goodnight,” I say and kiss her on the cheek before I walk out the door. Leaving her unsatisfied as she calls me every name in the book behind the door.