Tell Me What You Want

  64

  At the beginning of December, Eric’s mother shows up in Madrid to see with her own eyes how her son is doing. According to what she tells me, little Flyn was going to come with her, but at the last minute, one of his pranks made it impossible, and so she left him in Germany with his nanny. Her happiness on seeing Eric is obvious and more so when she talks about our coming move.

  One night, when I arrive at a restaurant and see my father, my sister, and my brother-in-law waiting for us, I’m moved beyond words. Eric has organized it all with the utmost discretion. He wants our families to meet and our relationship to be totally official. I like the surprise even more when my father kisses me with approval.

  “He knows what you’re worth,” he whispers to me.

  What I feel on hearing my father and seeing his proud face is indescribable. He wants the best for me, and he knows Eric makes me happy. Andrés and Frida also join us, and when I think there’s no room for anyone else, along comes Marta with a friend.

  We all toast to us, and Eric and I look at each other like fools. I can barely believe this is all happening to me. I’ve found love when I least expected it and with the person I least expected. Eric is my world and my life, and nothing, absolutely nothing, can get in the way of my happiness and my joy.

  My marvelous boyfriend is looking particularly handsome in his dark suit and blue shirt. He dresses so elegantly that at times, I fear I won’t be able to keep up. He’s driving me crazy.

  “I’m dying to get back to the hotel,” I whisper as I lean into him.

  “Mmm, you’ve become depraved, love,” he says, then kisses my shoulder.

  I smile as everyone around us enjoys their meal.

  “Only as depraved as you. I can’t help but think about . . .”

  “Sex?”

  I nod and he grins.

  “Do you want to play tonight?”

  I open my eyes wide.

  “Yes.”

  “Any particular game?” he whispers in my ear.

  “Something we can both play.”

  “Agreed. I’ll make a call.”

  We both grin, and I can’t stop thinking about what’s waiting for us at the hotel.

  When dinner is over, my sister and brother-in-law take my father back to their house, and Sonia goes back to her hotel. Frida and Andrés return home because little Glen has a slight fever and she’s worried. I ask Eric to go back to the hotel, but he’s stringing me along and gets me to go have a drink with his sister and her friend. I very reluctantly agree. I keep trying to incite him by whispering in his ear that I’m ready for whatever he wants. And I know I’ve achieved my goal. I can see it in his eyes, but he decides to make me suffer a little while longer.

  Since I’m the one who lives in Madrid and knows the happening places, I take them to Toopsie, which is far from anywhere I might run into my friends. If they saw Eric, they’d be stunned. In his dark suit, he’s a long way from my friends’ tattoos and piercings. I get a kick out of that. I think, in a way, that, plus his strong personality, is what made me fall in love with him.

  At Toopsie, Marta and I have fun dancing. Marta is a little crazy, like me, and I soon realize we have pretty good chemistry. For a couple of hours, the four of us have a great time. When they finally play a slow tune, “Black and White” to be exact, Eric looks over right away.

  “Miss Flores, would you be so kind as to dance with me?”

  “Of course, Mr. Zimmerman.”

  When we get to the dance floor, Eric holds me, and we slow dance for the first time. Feeling close to him while our song plays strikes me as the most beautiful thing that’s ever happened in my life.

  We don’t speak. We just hold each other as Malú sings.

  “I think the moment has come to take you back to the hotel,” he says when the song ends.

  “Finally!” I whisper, and he laughs.

  My happiness is so complete that I think I’m going to burst at any moment. Eric leads me back to his sister and her friend, and we say goodbye. They laugh at our rush to leave.

  When we exit the club, Tomás is there. Once we are inside the car, Eric closes the partition that separates us and unbuttons his pants to reveal his enormous erection.

  “Jude . . . get on top of me, now!”

  I’m surprised by his urgency, but I’m thrilled to do what he asks.

  “God, babe . . . I’m going to explode.”

  I laugh and feel his hands climb my thighs until they get to my pretty new tanga. He tears it off in one swift move.

  “Eric!”

  “I’ll buy you hundreds of tangas . . . Don’t worry about that. Now open up for me.”

  “Very well, Mr. Zimmerman,” I whisper while he holds up the torn tanga. “Now that you’ve destroyed my tanga, I hope you will behave accordingly and fuck me like only you know how.”

  “Oh yes . . . sweetness, have no doubt about that.”

  My words stoke him, and he penetrates me with a single riposte. My mouth opens; I come alive as he takes me. He squeezes me against him, and I cry out.

  “Like this . . . Is this how you like it?”

  The feelings he provokes in me make my breathing difficult as he introduces more and more of himself inside me.

  “Come on, Miss Flores,” he whispers in my ear. “Respond.”

  “I like it . . . Yes . . . Go on.”

  I gasp. My body is electric in his possession. He moves in order to execute a deeper, more unyielding lunge. He likes my response and holds my hips tighter, burying himself in me over and over until I scream. Holding his shoulders, I push down on him again and again. He squeezes me tight against him, and I scream again. Our dance finally makes me come, and he ejaculates inside me.

  For a few seconds, I remain on his lap and feel his kisses on my neck.

  “This night is going to be mine, all mine.”

  “That’s what I want.”

  He smiles, and his face, his expression, reveal his happiness.

  “Lift your beautiful body very carefully from mine, but don’t go away.”

  I do as he says. He presses something in the limousine, and suddenly, there are tissues. He takes one and brings it between my legs to clean me off. That gets me even more excited. I see he is coming back to life as well.

  “Miss Flores . . . relax and wait until we get back to the hotel to continue the game,” he says as a warning.

  He cleans himself, buttons his pants, and sits me down on top of him again.

  “I want you . . . I want to play . . . I want you to offer me . . .”

  “Mmm . . .” He smiles and brings his mouth near my mine. “Any game in particular?”

  “You have carte blanche. You choose. All I want is to be completely yours.”

  He laughs and kisses me. Two minutes later, the car comes to a stop. I climb out without my tanga and follow Eric to the elevator. In the suite, we stay in the living room. There’s an ice bucket with champagne, waiting for us. He looks at me from head to toe.

  “You’re a knockout.”

  Feeling flirty, I spin around for him. I’m wearing a black dress that goes to my knees, with a plunging neckline and an open back.

  “Thanks,” I say, having fun but noticing that there’s no one here.

  He opens a bottle of pink champagne, pours me a glass, and takes a sip.

  “Come on . . . follow me.”

  We go into the bedroom, and I see there are several toys on the bed. My nipples stiffen and my sex contracts.

  Eric turns up the music, hugs me, and kisses me on the lips.

  “Ready to play?”

  I nod in response to his hot kiss.

  He grabs me by the waist and lifts me up to his height so he can kiss me anew.

  “It’s a gorgeous dress . . . but take it off.”

  He lets me down and sits on the bed, waiting for me to comply. Without delay, I take off the wide belt I have around my hips and then undo the snaps along the length of my body. The dres
s falls to my feet, and I’m standing there, wearing only a lovely black bra.

  At that precise moment, the door of the bedroom opens, and a redhead walks in. I don’t know who she is, but I know what she’s come for.

  “Her name is Helga,” Eric informs me. “She’s a colleague of Björn’s who’s coincidentally staying at the hotel on her way through Spain.”

  Helga and I greet each other.

  “For starters, I want to watch you,” Eric says. “Does that seem all right by you, love?”

  I know how much he loves to watch, and I smile.

  Eric undresses and sits on the edge of the bed. The redhead runs her hands all over my body. Her fingers stop on my butt, and she squeezes it.

  Suddenly, I have an idea. “What if I offer you?”

  Eric looks at me, surprised. I raise an eyebrow and walk back to the bed. I pull a condom from the drawer, give it to him, and kiss him on the lips.

  “Put it on.” I go back to my initial position opposite Helga, and she continues touching me while Eric tears the condom open with his teeth and puts it on. I step aside, take Helga by the hand, and whisper in her ear as Eric looks on, crazed.

  “Climb on top of him and fuck him so I can watch.”

  Helga sits on Eric, takes his erection, and slowly lets him impale her. Her face says it all. She loves being penetrated. I climb onto the bed, settle behind Eric, and whisper in his ear while I touch his neck.

  “Suck her nipples.”

  I watch as the man who drives me crazy does what I’ve asked; and yet, I don’t feel even a smidgen of jealousy. He licks her nipples, takes them in his mouth, and sucks as she moves her hips and makes him tremble.

  Eric’s breathing becomes rapid, and he grabs her hips so he can push in deeper. That really turns me on. Watching Eric in action makes me want to be in Helga’s place.

  Helga whimpers, leans back, and her breasts return to Eric’s mouth as he probes her. I like seeing him like this. My sex flexes, and I kiss his shoulders. “Enjoy it, love . . . ,” I whisper again in his ear. “Now I’m the one who’s watching you.”

  Eric throws his head back so I can kiss him, and I take his mouth as the sexual dance between them goes on for several more minutes. Helga finally arches and screams. Eric lets himself come as we kiss. He opens his mouth to grunt, and I bite his lips.

  Eric immediately moves Helga off him when he’s finished. Without a word, she goes to the bathroom, and I hear the water running. Eric’s breathing starts to calm down, and he lies back on the bed. I lie by his side.

  “I have never been offered by a woman before.”

  “I’m glad to be the first, and I assure you this won’t be the last time.”

  “You’re very dangerous, Ms. Flores,” Eric whispers. “You never cease to surprise me.”

  “I like being this way, Mr. Zimmerman.”

  I kiss him, and he responds ardently.

  When he sees Helga come out of the bathroom, he lets go.

  “I’m going to take a shower, love.”

  Eric disappears, and Helga comes and touches my waist.

  “Now I want you.”

  She places her hands on my breasts and leans so she can delicately take them in her mouth. She brushes my waist, and I close my eyes and let myself ride this lustful wave. She continues her travels on my body, slowly climbing along my spine. I feel her undoing my bra. The thin fabric falls to my feet. Her knowing fingers are now on my ribs, finding a route; when they hold my breasts, I gasp at how she imprisons my nipples.

  Eric comes out of the bathroom and, still wet, sits on the bed to watch. Helga leads me to him and, holding both my breasts, offers them to him. Hungrily, he accepts. He sucks one first, then the other. When my nipples are as hard as rocks, he lightly bites them the way I like. Helga’s hands return to my butt, and Eric grabs my hips and pulls me toward him. He puts his lips on my mons and kisses me tenderly.

  “Ah . . .”

  Eric smiles and sits at the head of the bed. Helga takes me by the hand and has me climb onto the bed as well. She leads me to Eric and indicates that I should lie facedown. I’m now between Eric’s legs, and she sits on my ass. She shakes her hips on top of me, and I can feel the wetness between her legs just as I sense her breath on my neck.

  She tugs on my hair and lifts my head up. Eric’s erection is in front of my face. He sticks it in my mouth and I suck. I suction and savor it. Having his enormous erection in my mouth drives me crazy. I look up at him and see his eyes sparkling. Excited. Helga shakes her hips again on top of me and makes like she’s riding me. I feel her free hand separating my legs and touching my labia. She lets go of my hair and scoots down my back. Eric takes his penis from my mouth.

  “Easy, sweetness . . . there’s time.”

  Helga has me get on all fours on the bed. She bites my ass cheeks and slides a finger inside me. I curve my back in search of more.

  She’s now using two fingers and begins to move inside me. I whimper.

  “Let yourself go,” Eric murmurs.

  For several minutes, she touches my body while Eric kisses my mouth. I don’t know how much time passes until Eric grabs me by my armpits and turns me over. He rests me against his chest and opens my legs for Helga.

  Eric offers me and whispers words of love in my ear. Helga plays with my sex. She’s gluttonous . . . She licks and sucks me. She plays sweetly with my clit. She makes it swell. She blows on it. She rolls it around her knowing mouth as if it were a piece of candy. I moan and open myself for her.

  Suddenly, there’s a leg under my body. Eric leans me over, and my vagina is up against hers. Her heat makes me groan as I feel a kind of electric current when he squeezes me against her. Her clit and mine find each other. They’re both wet and warm. They’re swollen and playful. A thousand sensations run through my body as Helga moves and rubs herself against me. I don’t want her to stop. She pulls away, gets on her knees, and picks up a red vibrator. She smears it with lube and pushes it inch by inch into my vagina.

  “Come . . . Give it to me . . . Come,” Eric pleads in my ear.

  The vibrator begins to rotate inside me. I shriek and twist. Helga grins. Her little smile makes me realize how much fun she’s having.

  “Now I’m going for your tight little ass,” she whispers.

  The vibrator continues going round and round inside my vagina while she finds a smaller one in the shape of a pacifier. She loads it with lube and brings it to my ass. Urged on by Eric, she slowly inserts it, completely.

  “I want your ass . . . I need it.”

  Suddenly, Eric lets go of my legs and then brings them together.

  “Don’t move. Don’t open your legs. I don’t want anything to come out of you other than whimpers and moans.”

  The vibrators hum inside me, and waves of pleasure traverse my body. Eric and Helga watch as each one sucks on a nipple and the vibrators continue doing their duty. I arch my back and open my mouth. I howl with pleasure. I’m about to open my legs, when Helga sits on them and doesn’t let me move.

  Eric stands on the bed and introduces his swollen penis into Helga’s mouth. He grabs her head and quickly comes in and out of her while she grabs his ass to make it easier for him. Ecstatic, I watch as Helga moves on top of me because of Eric’s thrusting, and in turn, she makes the vibrators inside me crash one into the other.

  I’m excited to see Eric’s face as he fucks her mouth, and I’m excited at how Helga is moving on top of me. I’m burning . . . I moan when I feel I’m going to come. Eric looks down at me and comes in Helga’s mouth as I let myself surrender to the incredible orgasm surging inside me.

  But Helga wants more.

  She wipes her mouth clean and gets off me. She opens my legs and pulls the vibrator from my vagina and then the one in my ass. I’m surprised she’s putting something on.

  “It’s a harness with a six-inch dildo,” Eric tells me. “Helga is going to fuck you.”

  I’m taken aback. I’ve never seen suc
h a thing live and in person. When she’s done adjusting the harness on her hips, Eric lays me down on the bed. Helga lies on top of me and puts the tip of the dildo in my mouth. She has me suck it while she moves her hips and the dildo moves in and out of my mouth.

  “Now I’m the one who offers you to her,” Eric says. “She’s going to fuck you, love, and then we’re both going to fuck you.”

  I’m hot. Very hot.

  Helga lies down on top of me. She sucks my breasts, and I feel the hard dildo between us. My sex clenches. She moves the dildo and rubs it inside my thighs, and I gasp.

  “Open up to receive her, Jude,” whispers Eric.

  Inch by inch, Helga fills my vagina with the dildo, and when she finally gets it completely in, she pulls out. She’s having fun.

  She grabs me by the waist and fucks me like a man. God, I like it! She slaps me on the ass and then penetrates me again, alternating one after the other until I scream.

  I come when she lifts my legs, grabs me by the ass, and presses me against the harness. I shake, inflamed. Helga is quiet and leaves the dildo inside me until I relax.

  I close my eyes until my breathing is back to normal.

  Helga gets off me, and Eric kisses me passionately.

  “You’re beautiful . . . perfect . . .”

  I grin. I’m drained. Eric, on seeing how dry my lips are, gets up and fills three glasses of champagne. He gives one to Helga and offers another to me.

  “Drink . . . It’ll refresh you.”

  Thirsty, I sit up on the bed and drink the entire glass, for which my throat is grateful. I leave the cup and go to the bathroom. I need to freshen up. Eric follows me and gets into the giant shower with me.

  “Now we’re both going to fuck you,” he whispers as the water falls on us.