Chapter 5 I'm All Yours, Luis

• Michelle nodded her head with enthusiasm at Luis' declaration. She has been dying to hear him stake his claim on her. But now that he is finally doing it, she finds herself unable to give him an answer. She eagerly wanted to tell him she belonged to him alone. But she couldn't find the voice; perhaps it was his fingers that were tightening around her throat, sending sensations she was unfamiliar with through her body, or it was her clit, which was painfully throbbing from his firmness, that was pressing right on it.
• “Use your words,” Luis commands in a hoarse voice, staring at Michelle straight in the eyes. And her beautiful face, which has become red due to lack of air.
• “Yes… I'm only yours, Luis,” she managed to say. He nodded with a dangerous glint in his eyes, but then he got off her. Michelle propped up on her elbow and watched Luis retreating form in utter shock as she tried to catch her breath.
• Luis walked to the sofa opposite the bed and sat down, facing Michelle and looking at her with a poker face.
• ‘What now? So he tricked her, or what?’ Michelle thought, but then Luis pulled off his t-shirt, threw it aside, and said in a dark, chilly voice that caused goosebumps to erupt all over Michelle's body,
• “Strip for me.”
• “Wha.t..?” Michelle stuttered, sitting up.
• “I asked you to strip for me.” Michelle nodded and slowly got off the bed. Biting her lower lips, she reached for the button of the shirt, but she stopped when Luis said,
• “Come closer.” She took a few steps toward him and stopped.
• “Closer!” He growled, and she approached again but stopped a few steps from him. He nodded, indicating her to go on with the deed.
• Michelle, after realizing she knew nothing about sex two years ago, did her own research about sex. So she began unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing in a seductive manner while holding Luis' gaze. Luis smirked wickedly as he looked at Michelle when she pulled off the shirt and was now standing in a flimsy red nightgown. Luis never knew red was beautiful until he saw it on her.
• He sat up with hitched breath, his elbows resting on his knees and his lips pressing against his thumbs. He took in her appearance from head to toe. She was fucking made for him.
• Michelle noticed how Luis was undressing her with his eyes, so she reached for the straps on her shoulders to pull them down when he abruptly stood up, making her buckle from the dangerous look in his eyes as he approached her.
• “When did you get this?” Luis asked, tracing the strap on Michelle's shoulder and stopping at the V between her breasts, his actions sending shivers down her spine and lower region.
• “Three… three weeks ago,” she answered, and he nodded, his finger moving up her other shoulder.
• “Why did you buy it?”
• “For tonight, I wanted to look sexy...” Michelle said, looking down at her last word. What if she wasn't sexy in Luis' eyes?
• ‘Sexy?’ Luis questioned inwardly. ‘Well, she wasn’t just sexy; she was a temptress.’
• “Sexy, huh?” he asked, lifting her face with his finger. Michelle nodded, holding his gaze. But his expression darkened, and he gripped her chin, bringing their faces dangerously close, their lips almost brushed.
• “The next time you don't use your words, you will be punished?” He said it with a raised eyebrow.
• “Okay,” Michelle let out. He loosened his grip on her chin, went back to his seat, and asked her to continue.
• Michelle slipped the straps of the nightgown off her shoulders while holding his gaze and sensually pushed it down her hips with her panties. She stood in front of him as bare as the day she was born.
• She visited the spa three days ago and got a full body wax since her last waxing was a month ago. She also requested the beautician to leave a few hairs on her pussy in the shape of a heart.
• She had hoped to sweep Luis off his feet, and judging by the way he grunted with his eyes that were scanning every inch of her body, stopping at that spot, she knew she had achieved just that.
• ‘What the fuck?’ Luis cursed internally, ‘Where the fuck did she learn to do all that?’ he thought, his lustful eyes fixated on her perfectly shaved pussy, with a heart-shaped hair left on top.
• But somehow, he found himself getting jealous. What if he was wrong about the rumors a year ago? What if Michelle and her professor... The thought of Michelle being with another man shook his heart in the wrong way. His heart turned cold, making him exude his innate possessive aura. His breath caught in his throat; he wanted to lock her in his room; that way she wouldn't be able to be with another man.
• ‘What the fuck was he thinking?’ Not wanting to spoil the mood with his doubts. He snapped out of his conflicting thoughts, his eyes still fixed on Michelle's shaved pussy, he asked huskily, sounding out of breath.
• “No panties, huh?” That wasn't the question Michelle was expecting, but she nodded and replied,
• “Yes.”
• “Good, now pleasure yourself.”
• “What?”
• “I don't repeat myself,” he said in a low growl.
• “But I have no idea how,” Michelle said, but relented on seeing the look of displeasure in his eyes. “I... okay.”
• She began swaying her hips in a seductive manner, cupping her breasts, and began kneading them, and ahhh, the heat that had subsided in her lower region began to rise at a fast pace, making her knees weak. She bit her lower lips to prevent the moans from leaving her lips when she pinched her nipples.
• She was so lost in pleasure that she didn't notice when Luis came and stood behind her, until he pulled her into his arms, wrapped them around her waist, and said against her ear,
• “Your moans are mine! Never hold it back; understand?” Michelle nodded, finding it hard to speak due to Luis' warm breath that was tickling her ear and the intense churn that was forming inside her.
• “Ahhh!” Before Michelle knew it, she felt a sharp spank on her ass, making her let out a loud moan as her hand involuntarily moved to her clit to rub off the sudden throb.
• “Don't forget to use your words; the next one will be harder.”
• “Okay!!” She moaned loudly. Her hips bucked her from the sensation of rubbing her clit, her knees going limp. It felt so good, but she knew it would feel mind-blowing if Luis was the one touching her.
• “Touch me…,” she muttered, feeling out of breath. “Please...”
• “Where do you want me to touch, Michelle?” Luis whispered against her ear, biting it and lingering there.
• “Damn it,” Michelle cursed, throwing her head back and lying in Luis’ chest from the sensation of him nibbling and biting her ear. She groaned and quickened the pace at which she was rubbing her clit.
• “Down there, please.”
• “Down where?!” Luis growled, and this time Michelle moaned her response as she felt her first orgasm approaching, causing her knees to give out.
• “Touch my fucking pussy!”
• “Your wish is my command.” At her words, Luis carried her in bridal style and dropped her on the bed, making her bounce. With the speed of lightning, he took off his trousers, and in only his briefs, he joined her in bed, hovering over her. He lowered his head, sealing their lips in an intense kiss.
• Michelle wrapped her hands around his neck and responded to him with the same intensity.
• He pulled away just when she was feeling out of breath and began leaving wet kisses down her jaw, neck, and shoulder. Michelle tilted her head to the side, giving him more access. Luis lingered there for a while, with a few wet kisses on her collarbone.
• He will suck and lick, all the while giving her other shoulder equal treatment. Michelle closed her eyes, relishing the sensation, letting out soft moans, with her hands caressing Luis' broad back. He was driving her crazy with what he was doing. Just then, Michelle moaned loudly,
• “Luis...!” Her delicate hands moved up on reflex, and she intertwined her fingers in Luis' hair, pulling him closer when he suddenly bit her hard on the shoulder, sending a different kind of spark through her body.