Chapter 3 You Naughty Tigress

• “Get out!” Luis growled in a cold voice, frightening Michelle. Her heart began racing in an uncontrolled manner. However, she had made up her mind; she wanted to be Luis’ woman, and nothing was going to change that. With determined steps, she began to approach him. She stopped in front of Luis and asked, holding his gaze, “Am I not beautiful, Luis?”
• Luis muttered a few curses in a deep accent as he threw his head back, looking up at the ceiling, before saying, "You've got to be kidding me,” under his breath, that Michelle almost didn't make it out. He looked down at the beautiful woman who was asking him an obvious question he never expected to be spoken with her tempting plump lips. ‘Where is his once confident tigress?’ He sighed and replied. “You already know the answer to that.”
• “But I want to hear it from you. Am I ugly? Is that why you haven't kissed me up until now?” Michelle asked, and Luis groaned. The reason he hadn't touched her wasn't because she was ugly; it was because he didn't trust if he would be able to hold back if he had a taste of her.
• “You're not fucking ugly, Michelle! You don't fucking know how hard it is to resist you!” Luis lost control at Michelle's words and snapped, wrapping his fingers around her throat, shoving her hard against the wall, his palm resting beside her head on the wall. ‘How could she think she was ugly?’ He thought angrily.
• “Luis…” Michelle said, gasping for air as Luis' grip around her neck tightened.
• "Damn it! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to," Luis said, snapping out of his trance and letting go of her neck. His gaze fixed on the crimson bruise adorning her neck as if she were wearing a choker, and fuck he felt his dick twitch at the thought of her actually wearing one. But looking at how Michelle clutched her chest, coughing hysterically as she struggled to breathe, an uneasy feeling filled his chest. He couldn't believe he had lost his calm. ‘This woman was going to drive him to the brink of his sanity. That is if he already wasn't,’ he thought, turning to leave. He was ashamed of his actions and couldn't bring himself to ease Michelle's despair, even though he desperately wanted to.
• However, Michelle held his wrist, stopping him, and when he turned to look at her, she stood on tiptoes and sealed his lips with hers, catching him off guard. But that was all. Michelle didn't know if she should lick Luis' lips, bite them, or remain still. So she decided to lick his lips. She brought out her tongue and started licking his lips.
• Luis groaned when she licked his lips with her wet, warm tongue. He had imagined how it would feel the day he would kiss her. Her action collapsed all his defenses; he wanted a taste now. Luis held Michelle's gaze with his dark, glistening onyx eyes. His gaze was spellbinding, intoxicating, and compelling. Michelle stopped her movements, her hands around his neck dropping to his chest as she stood there lost in his eyes. In a deep, husky voice that sent shivers down her spine, Luis said.
• “I won't stop, even if you beg.” With that, he pulled her by the waist, pressing her to his nakedness, and with his other hand, he entwined his fingers in her hair and began to kiss her fervently. He bit her lips and slipped his tongue into her mouth, tasting her when she gasped. His kiss was hungry, intense, and domineering like she was water, and he needed her to quench his thirst. Michelle pushed him on the chest, feeling out of breath.
• He pulled away, but before she caught her breath, he spun her around, and his pair of strong arms wrapped tightly around her waist as his lips began leaving trails of soft, wet kisses along her nape and shoulders. Michelle's body trembled at every contact, and Luis groaned, enjoying how sensitive and responsive his tigress was to his touches. With one hand slowly moving down her pussy, the other went up to her breast, and he began kneading it.
• “Ahhh…!!” Michelle moaned loudly from the pain when Luis pinched one of her erect nipples, and at the same time, he slipped his thick finger into her virgin pussy, making her arch her back, trying to adjust to the pain of being penetrated.
• Luis wanted to open Michelle up so she would be able to take him with ease. After finger-fucking her tight, clenching pussy for a few minutes, leaving Michelle a moaning mess, he added another finger, and she moaned loudly, leaning into him.
• “Ahhh… Luis…!” Michelle moaned, leaning into Luis, as she felt her legs go jelly from how sensitive she had become; she felt her inside begin to tighten with pleasure, a feeling she was new to but loved. Just then she felt something hard poking her from behind. ‘It was finally going to happen; he was hard for her,’ she thought happily as she began rubbing her ass on his firmness, eliciting fiction between them, and it was electrifying.
• Having Luis plumping his fingers deep inside her, his other hand pinching and rolling her nipples interchangeably, and her rubbing his firmness with her ass, she threw her head back from the intense, overwhelming pleasure as she moved her hand to feel his firmness in her palm, but before she could, Luis swiftly withdrew his fingers out of her, held her hand, and said.
• “You naughty tigress,” his brown orbs filled with lust. Michelle turned to face him and smiled sultrily, looking at him with lustful eyes.
• “What? Don't tell me you don't want me; I know you enjoyed it; the evidence is right there.” Michelle said, her palm resting on Luis' length; her body trembled when she traced it, and her fingers couldn't wrap around it. ‘It feels veiny?’
• Luis grunts, throwing his head back. ‘She was purposely torturing him.’ he thought, shutting his eyes, relishing how she was rubbing and squeezing his raging hard-on. “You're hard for me, Luis. You want this as much as I do, so why?” Luis' eyes snapped open, and he looked down at the woman in front of him, having an eternal battle with himself.
• "I'm sorry, Michelle; this shouldn't have happened. I was caught off guard when you entered here and started licking my lips," Luis said, the last part coming out as a groan, his voice trembling as he avoided Michelle's gaze. He didn't know what he would do if he continued to look into her tempting, lust-filled eyes. Fuck!
• Michelle cupped Luis' cheek with her soft hands and said, searching his eyes with a mixture of fear and hope. “If you love me, you will make love to me. I'm sixteen now; I'm sexually active. Please, Luis,” she pleaded.
• “No, Michelle, I won't. Turn 18, and I will make you my woman.” With that said, he walked out of the bathroom room, leaving Michelle alone, with her heart filled with doubt and uncertainty.
• Knock!
• Knock!
• A sudden knock on the bathroom door jolted Michelle out of her trance, bringing her back to her present surroundings.
• “Madam, are you alright?” the maid from earlier asked.
• “I'm alright,” Michelle replied in a lost voice.
• “Okay, please, I have finished arranging your clothes in the closet,” the maid informed her.
• “Thank you,” Michelle said, and she moved to the sink and began stripping off her clothes. After taking everything off, she stood there, watching her naked body in the mirror.
• There was a great difference now; her breasts were round and fuller, and her hips were wider, and her butts too were full and round, with a slender waist and sexy legs. “You will make love to me tonight, Luis, whether you want it or not,” she whispered to her reflection in the mirror.
• She immediately took a shower and went into the closet to get dressed. After applying lotion and cologne, she took out a flimsy red nightgown with golden embroidery and matching g-string panties. She had bought it for tonight. She slipped them on, and it was perfect. But Michelle hesitated as she glanced at her outfit in the mirror.
• “It was stunning, but I can't go downstairs in this? What if there were bodyguards around? Luis would surely be furious; he might even kill them.” Michelle said to herself. If there was one thing she was aware of besides doubting Luis' love for her, it was his possessiveness.
• Two years ago, he had coldly shot two of his men without thinking twice for merely checking her out when she was lounging by the pool in her bikini.
• Michelle stood there contemplating which dress to slip on over her nightgown when her gaze fell upon Luis' favorite shirt. It was black like the remaining of his shirts; they were all identical at first glance. The only difference was the tiny white embroidery with their initials, a detail she had requested the tailor to add on the pocket on the day she purchased it for him.
• She put the shirt on, and it hid the nightgown perfectly. She passed a hand through her now slightly wet hair, styling it to the side. She smiled at her final look in the mirror before making her way out of the bedroom.