Capítulo 7: CHAPTER SEVEN
Ella's POV
I have read books and seen a few movies where drunk ladies give their lovers, or one-night stands, blowjobs while they drive, and this mystery man right in front of me looks like a fiction character, and I can only imagine wrapping my tiny mouth around his cucumber. I sat there looking at him, imagining the size down there.
"I'm really hungry for some of your cum," I blurted out unexpectedly.
He turned, his mouth opened, his eyes widened, and his eyebrows raised, "Amazing," he responded, a shocked stare as he slightly leaned backwards.
"Okay, you can have some," he said, smiling softly.
Staring at those lips that commanded attention, soft, inviting, and luscious, they curved into a mesmerizing smile that hinted at promising sweet surrender.
The city lights blurred as I leaned towards him, my fingers trembling. Hovering above the unfamiliar terrain that lay beneath the fabric. My heart raced with anticipation.
With trembling fingers, I reached for the zipper, gently sliding it downwards; the metallic rasps sent shivers down my spine.
I gently eased the fabric apart, revealing the first hint of discovery, my breath hitching at the sight of it. I let my trembling hand beneath the fabric, freeing him from constraints. His sharp gasp echoed through the car, sending shivers down my being.
I couldn't help but think about how far we had come. At first I was scared and nervous, and now my fingers danced beneath his fabric, making him moan softly. How could I have gotten this confidence?
My lips brushed against his ear, "I crave you," letting out a soft moan. The whispered words ignited a fire, his eyes locked into mine, burning with desire.
I bent my head back to the unfamiliar terrain, which now felt a little bit familiar. I took him in, my small mouth enveloping and giving warmth to his monster c**k, which felt like six inches.
I lost track of where I was and who I was as it felt so good. I have seen them describe this in books and movies, but I never knew it would feel so good.
I followed the instructions I had read from books. First I started with licking the tip down to the bottom; the soft moans proved I was doing something right.
The gentle actions and tantalizing tongue strokes left him breathless. He placed his left hand on my head and managed to drive with the right.
At first I was hesitant, unsure of myself, but with each passing moment, my confidence grew. His groans, whispers, soft moans, encouragement, and body language fueled my desire to pleasure him more.
He suddenly turned into a parking lot, which made the tires screech. "Now," he growled as his eyes flared. "Finally…" It was as though the hotel was placing an inviting sign for our forbidden passion.
As he switched off the engine, tension crackled in the air between us. He faced me, his eyebrows knitting down, and it was then that I realized he had claimed me.
We got out of the vehicle at the same time, clutching each other's hands. The atmosphere was charged with electricity, and the lights were spinning all around us.
We rushed towards the entrance, our footsteps bouncing off glass and steel. Automatic doors parted effortlessly to let warm light rush out to us.
Once inside, the quiet sophistication of the lobby embraced us. The shiny marble floor gleamed beneath our feet as we walked to the elevator. Our Italian-printed heads appeared in panic behind glancing mirrored walls.
As the doors closed, he pinned me against the wall, our lips crashing together. Everything seemed to fade out, just the two of us left.
The elevator went up, and we lost sight of the numbers on the panels as though they were counting seconds. Moist gales of our collective laughter rolled around the room while our bodies were glued to each other.
The elevator's doors opened to reveal an empty corridor that was probably filled in with tranquility. Room 1417. A place we could call our sanctuary.
As the keycard went in and the door opened, we did not have to be called twice to burst in. "We're going to do this," she whispered with an inquiring smile.
Our romance unfolded within the opulence of the suite. Fluffy carpets broke our fall, soft vanilla curtains framed our surroundings, and velvet cushions enhanced our stylish intimacy.
One key, one door. There was no need for introductions as we rushed in. Clothes came off, secrets were revealed, and lines were crossed.
Inside the beautiful room, our lust hit 100%. The thick carpets broke our every fall, the plush curtains shielded us from the view, and the lights of the city sparkled in the background like jewels.
Our hearts were beating as one, passion like a powerful fire within us. It was like I changed, from weak to fierce, from grounding to focused.
At that moment, nothing else mattered, just the two of us being swept away in the storm of our desire.
The next morning, I woke up to an empty bed, morning light streaming through the windows. Disoriented, I scanned the room, but it was empty; he was gone.
I opened my eyes and found myself alone in an unfamiliar space—the light from the sun penetrated through the window, illuminating the room. My search for him began as soon as I regained awareness of the surroundings, but he had departed.
I could feel a lump forming in my chest. I jumped out of bed and threw the sheets off myself, my brain in overdrive.
Where could he be? For what reason was he gone?
There was, however, no time for those questions. I had to get away and fast; my father's men could be close.
I sprinted to the dresser to pick up my clothes strewn around from last night's activities: a dress, all my shoes, and even my phone as well.
When in the bathroom I rinsed my face, hair and pulled it roughly together.
I was not even going to make an effort to put on make-up or to look attractive. It was all about getting out and surviving.
Just when I was about to reach for the door handle, imagining the possibilities of what was outside, I noticed a few faces that I had seen before.
They were my father's men.
They had come for me.
I was flooded with panic. The urge to fight came over me. I turned my head the other way, looking for another exit.
There was no time.
As soon as the door opened, they raced inside. I found myself lifted off the ground by an inescapable hold.
"Get off me!" I was kicking and wriggling, but their grip was inflexible.
There was a black van parked downstairs with its sliding door wide open.
They carried me toward it, my screams muffled by their grip.
I saw the expensively designed reception area of the hotel and the shocked expressions on some visitors.
No one helped.
The van's door slammed shut behind me, enveloping me in darkness.
I was placed on the seat with my hands and feet bound.
A voice, cold and detached, spoke from the driver's seat.
"We have you, princess. The Don awaits."
Tears streamed down my face as the van sped away, taking me farther from freedom.
Last night's passion, this morning's desperation—all undone.
My father's control reasserted its grip.
I was trapped, a captive once more.
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