**Mature Content**

Throughout their entire dinner, Raquel and Sergio had shared heated glances. He would feed her a piece of his steak, and she would reciprocate with her own chicken. Dessert came, and he only ordered one slice of cake. When the waiter left, Sergio stood, and took the seat next to her. Once he was settled, he pulled her chair closer to him, before tapping her leg. Staring at him in confusion, she was silently asking what he wanted, when he leaned over and whispered in her ear.

"Give me your leg."

Obliging, she draped her right leg over both of his, thankful that the table cloth was long enough to conceal their lower body from everyone else. She quietly gasped when his hand moved further under her dress, resting at the top of her thigh. He groaned in her ear.

"Why aren't you wearing any panties, Raquel?"

Grinning wickedly, she leaned over and gently bit his ear.

"Because I didn't feel like it. Am I in trouble?"

Pulling away slightly, he noted the glazed look in her eyes, and smirked.

"You have no idea, Ms. Murillo."

Before she could beg him to take her home now, they were interrupted by their waiter.

"Here is your dessert. Will you be needing anything else?"

Without taking his eyes from Raquel, Sergio shook his head.

"No. Thank you."

Once the man walked away, Sergio circled his fingers around her clit.

"Eat some cake, Raquel."

Flushed from the stimulation of his fingers, and the low tone of his voice, Raquel picked up the fork, before running the fork through the vanilla cake with strawberry icing on top. Holding it to her lips, she quickly wrapped her lips around the sweet treat, moaning at the taste. Sergio moved his fingers lower, circling her core, causing her to gasp out in shock. The dessert in her mouth however, concealed most of the sound.

Most.

Leaning closer, he kissed her lips, before pulling away licking the frosting.

"Mm. That is good, Raquel." She was about to speak, when his fingers easily slid inside of her, which caused her eyes to widen. He could see her desire and surprise. Chuckling, he gestured to her plate.

"You're not eating, Raquel," he said in a sing song voice. Trembling at the increase of speed in his fingers, she shook her head.

"I'm trying."

Making a tsk sound, he sighed long-sufferingly.

"That's not good enough. We can't leave until you finish your dessert. That is, unless you cannot handle it." Looking into his eyes, Raquel could see the silent challenge.

Ah, Mr. Marquina wants to play, she thought in amusement. Picking up her fork, she took a rather large bite, making sure to wrap her lips around her fork, as if she was sucking Sergio. His eyebrow rose in surprise, and deciding to throw her off a bit, he made a come-hither motion with his two fingers, knowing the exact moment he found the spot by the look on her face. Her breathing picked up, and her eyes screamed the pleasure she felt at his hands.

"You're not being a good girl, swallowing the cake, baby."

Whimpering, she shakily slid more cake onto her fork. She had to admit, the cake was really good. But Sergio's fingers felt even better. She gasped aloud when he added a third finger inside of her. Sergio's face gave nothing away. if anything, the two looked like they were enjoying each other's company, and dessert. The only indication that gave away to his sinister behavior, was the smirk he couldn't quite conceal on his face.

"Take another bite of cake, baby."

Feeling beads of sweat come on her upper lip, her eyes rolled a bit in the back of her head as he continued to stroke the spot inside of her, which she only recently knew about, due to his complete study of her body.

God bless him.

"I like seeing you this way, baby. Wet for me. Only me." Bite.

"I can see your nipples through your dress. Tell me, do they miss my lips around them?" Bite.

"When I get you home, I think I'll be eating out your pussy for a while. I haven't done that in a couple of days. How about taking you from behind? I think I'd like to-"

Turning her head to his, she pressed her lips into his smiling ones, feeling herself contract around his fingers. She was glad that they were towards the back of the restaurant, or else, Raquel would have given them quite a show, the way she was devouring his lips. Once her breathing calmed down a bit, she blinked her eyes open, satiation clear in her gaze. Raquel could feel how hard he was, and bit her lip before reaching out, and running her hand over his hardness.

"Take me home, Sergio."

Eyes dark, he practically shouted for the waiter.

"As you wish, Raquel."

While Sergio drove through the city with the ease as a person who's been frequently, Raquel rolled down her window, taking in the life coming off of the streets. She smiled at a couple who seemed to be on a first date. She laughed when she saw a woman dancing for no reason to a song that was blasting out of a bar, and spilling into the street. It wasn't until Sergio chuckled that she realized her thoughts were consumed by what she was seeing.

"People watcher, I see."

Blushing she faced him, letting her head relax on the leather head rest while studying him expertly maneuver them up the hills.

"I admit it. I always enjoyed watching others. I think you can see a real person when they believe no one is watching. That is why I enjoy it. People's truth come to light."

Nodding in admiration, Sergio took his eyes off the road for a millisecond before smiling at her.

"I would agree. When I started my company, Ros and I would secretly watch potential investors
before we would meet them. They never knew who we were, and we made sure to be discreet. It's amazing what one can learn from another when they are not forced to put on airs, or be polite."

Raquel could imagine. Sergio  worked with countless men, some people would even consider a bit dangerous. He had to know who he was working for.

"I take it, the process helped weed out the unwanted?"

Snorting, he turned on his signal, before going up another hill.

"You have no idea."

Once they stopped at a light, Sergio smiled a bit. Curious, she asked what he was smiling about.

Tilting his head to the radio, he answered.

"Another one of my favorite jazz songs, and artist."

Listening to the soft sounds, she smiled, and moved her head to the slow music.

"Who's the artist?"

"Marion Meadows. The song is called Romantica." Clearing his throat, Sergio spoke clearly.

"I should let you know, Raquel, that you are the only person I've let know how much I enjoy jazz music. I don't know, but I feel like it's personal, and sometimes, the music sounds so intimate, it's almost as if you're revealing a part of yourself. Sometimes that can be scary."

Raquel was floored. This man admitted more to her about himself than Alberto  ever did in a year. And what's worse, she still had no clue who he really was.

Reaching over, she placed her hand on his thigh, squeezing.

"It can be scary, opening yourself up for love, or a chance at it. All you can hope is that the person doesn't exploit your feelings for them."

Turning to look at her, he nodded.

"Yeah."

And he did. Sergio knew what Raquel was saying. That it was scary for her as well. But, she was taking a chance on him, hoping he wouldn't hurt her. He promised himself to never. Leaning forward, she turned up the song, before lowering her window further. Following her lead, he lowered his own, before opening the sun roof. They could see the stars and moon above them, as they flew through the city, to his estate.

As soon as he parked the car, he jumped out, with her following, opening the front door, he pulled her to him, before picking her up, which caused her to squeal in delight. Rushing up to his room, he set her on the bed. Reaching up, she ran her hands over his chest, before pulling his head to hers, kissing him as she wanted, since they left the restaurant. Sliding her tongue against his, she moaned when he ripped at her dress. She pulled away to help him take off his shirt, while he toed off his shoes and socks. Unbuttoning his pants, he slid his underwear off. However, before he could devour the feast that was Raquel, she dropped to her knees, and swallowed him whole.

Groaning aloud, he instantly fisted her hair in his hands, trying hard not to pull to hard on her silken tresses. He shouldn't have worried though.

"Pull my hair, Sergio. Pull harder."

Swearing under his breath, he did as commanded, trying not to swallow his own tongue when her talented mouth sucked him deeper, harder, and wetter. She sucked on his as if he was a lollipop, and it was the only one left. Pulling away with a pop, she stroked his large cock, biting her own lip.

"You taste so good, baby. I want some more."

Stomach muscles contracting, Sergio tried to get her to slow down, but knew it was useless. Her mouth was once again suctioning him like a hoover, and he thanked his lucky stars that he was able to experience it firsthand.

Alberto, you are a complete idiot. I should thank the douche-bag. Maybe send him some money, or tickets. Because Raquel's mouth should be bronzed.

"God, Raquel. I'm about to cum."

Instead of pulling back, Raquel only sucked him harder, focusing all her abilities on the head of his manhood. Stiffening, Sergio began to shallowly thrust into her mouth, before shouting her name aloud.

"Raquel! God!"

Coming inside of her wet mouth, Sergio was stunned to find that she even swallowed.

Every. Last. Drop.

Falling to his knees in front of her, he ripped her bra off, before leaning down to kiss her swollen mouth, pulling away, he cupped her breasts, pulling on her nipples. In between laving kisses across her chest, he spoke reverently.

"I. Am. Going. To. Have. Your. Mouth. Bronzed." Raquel giggled as he pushed her gently onto the plush carpet, moaning when he took a nipple between his mouth, and began sucking. Arching into his mouth, she ran her fingers over his back, and on his delicious backside. Raquel gasped however, when he flipped her onto her stomach, forcing her on her knees. Leaning over her, he whispered into her ear.

"You were still a bad girl, baby. You have to get your spanking."

Raquel shivered, then moaned as his hand came across her butt. She whimpered when his fingers moved to her swollen, wet, core circling her entrance, before coming back to slap her behind, again. This continued for a long time, until Raquel's backside was deep red, and she was writhing in pleasure. She never thought a spanking could feel so good.

"Sergio," she whimpered out, "Please, I need you inside of me." Raquel screamed when he thrust into her, no warning, no lead up, just his thick, hard, length sliding inside of her slippery body.

"Sergio!"

Eyes rolling in the back of her head, Raquel gripped the carpet that was under her fingers, pushing herself back into his hard thrusts. Gripping her hips, Sergio halted her movements, before reaching under them, and pulling her into his body. Now, she too was on her knees, leaning against him, as he pulled on her nipples. Biting her ear, Sergio smirked when he saw the absolute pleasure on her face, as she wound her arms around his neck.

Your loss, my gain, Sergio thought smugly.

"Raquel . I'm going to need you to come again."

Biting her lip, Raquel felt her body responding to his voice, and movements. What this man could do to her! She was completely powerless against Sergio Marquina, and she had no problem with that.

"Sergio," she moaned out, breathless, as she squeezed him for the second time that night. Speeding up his own movement, he stiffened, when he reached his climax. Completely winded, Raquel gasped when he gently pulled out of her, before falling onto her back on the floor. Glancing up at him, Raquel marveled at Sergio's body. His abs, the definition in his legs, arms, and thighs. The large cock he had, surrounded by well-trimmed hair. He was everything a male specimen should be, and it made her tingle just to think all of him, wanted all of her. placing her foot on his thigh, her eyes widened, as he smiled at her before spreading her legs wider, settling his broad shoulders between her legs. She watched as he lifted each of her legs, kissing her thighs before blowing over her stimulated core.

"Sergio, what are you-"

"Didn't I tell you, Raquel? At the restaurant? I haven't eaten you out yet, baby. I am a man of my word."

Spreading her lips, Sergio gently began sucking on her clit, causing her to scream out. She didn't know if it was pain, or pleasure, but it was a fine line. All she knew was that she didn't want him to stop. Tears were welling in her eyes, her chest was heaving, and she couldn't speak. All she knew was that it felt too good, and she didn't want him to stop. Sergio could feel her thighs trembling on his shoulders, and he ran his hands up and down her silky legs. Reaching up, Raquel gripped his hair hard, screaming when she felt herself let go, again. But he still continued. Pulling away for only a second, he whispered to her.

"You trust me?"

Nodding, she gasped aloud when he picked her up, her legs still over his shoulders, as he walked them over to the wall near his large bed. Raquel could see the strain of his muscles in his back, as she was facing the mirror. She saw that her hair was askew, her body flushed, and her eyes wild. Sergio's head was still resting in between her thighs, the only thing visible of him was his muscled butt, back, and thighs.

"Sergio," she said his name as if in plea, yet he still continued to eat her out against the wall. Her toes were curled from the pleasure his mouth brought, and she was forced to push more of herself into his mouth because she had nothing to lean on except the wall. Tightening her legs around his waist, Raquel's body began to shake uncontrollably, even as tears of pleasure rolled down her cheeks. Pulling away, he spoke into her thigh, kissing it.

"I want all of you, Raquel. Scream for me, baby."

Suddenly, Sergio crooked his fingers inside of her, before biting on her clit, which caused the desire effect.

For Raquel to scream his name as if her life depended on it.

"SERGIO!" she screamed, stunned to feel herself squirting all over the man. Gasping for breath, she continued to scream his name, until her bodily fluids eased up, and his mouth pulled away from her. Raquel was in a daze as he moved them to the bed. Her body still trembling from the aftershocks, of him pleasing her. Eyes closed, she smiled tiredly when he kissed her mouth slowly, deeply, and thoroughly. She sighed when she felt his hands travel over her body, as if trying to commit her to memory. She jumped when she felt something cool against her ankle, then her wrist. Blinking her eyes open, she gaped as she saw what was placed on her ankle. A very expensive looking diamond anklet, and on her wrist, a diamond bracelet. Turning to look at him, she shook her head.

"Sergio. This jewelry. It's gorgeous, but it's too much. I can't take it."

Shaking his head, he settled his body over hers. Bringing her wrist to his mouth, he kissed the diamond bracelet.

"You can, and you will. I saw it a week ago, and brought it. I'm glad I was able to give it to you."

"Bu-but, we hadn't even gone out yet."

Shrugging a muscled shoulder, he smiled up at her.

"I bought it in faith. Hoping you'd give me a shot."

Holding up her hand, Raquel admired the jewelry. She smiled at how bright it shined, and it did look beautiful against her skin. Holding it to her chest, she thanked him. Raising her leg, she wrapped her right ankle against his lower back, giggling when she felt him whimper cause of anklet's coldness.

"It's beautiful, both of them are, but why would you give this to me, now?"

Studying her face, he spoke softly.

"Because I wanted something of me to be on you. Because I am falling in love with you, and I want you to know it. Because It's Saturday, and I want you to have it. So you know that I will buy you anything, take you anywhere, as long as you give me yourself."

At that declaration, Raquel's eyes welled with even more tears. She had never heard such beautiful words before, and she knew that Sergio meant everyone.

"Sergio-"

"Wait. You don't need to say anything right now. Remember my end of the deal? Giving you an honest trial run to see if you continue to enjoy my services?" At that, Raquel burst into laughter at his cheeky tone. The man knew he already had her, but he had to remind her of his proposition. Shaking her head, she sighed. Sobering a bit, he spoke once more.

"I know this Alberto crap isn't something you intended to have to deal with. But I want you to know, that I am not walking away. I want you, Raquel, and I need you to know that I always protect what is mine. But I need you to do something for me."

Wrapping her other leg around his waist, she smoothed his hair back from his forehead.

"What?" she asked, softly. Looking into her eyes, he spoke.

"I'm going to need you to let me handle it. All of it."

At the serious tone, Raquel sighed before trying to sit up, only he wouldn't let her, instead pining her to the bed with his body.

"Sergio-"

"Please. I don't want to involve you, and I don't want to give you details, but I need you to let me handle it."

"What about your sister?"

"Raquel."

"Those are his kids."

Now it was his turn to sigh.

"I know. But-"

Placing her finger on his lips, she smiled sadly.

"I know. How about this? I will give you my answer when we return home."

Knowing that was the only answer he was getting, he nodded after a while.

"Okay." Kissing her softly, he held up her wrist.

"I meant to tell you. It's engraved." Turning it a bit, he waited for her to read it.

S's

Eyebrows raised, she smirked

"Is that, right? So, I'm yours now?"

Tongue in cheek, he nodded.

"Yes."

Eyes alight in pleasure, she shook her head even as the man kissed her again. Pulling away, he winked at her.

"I'll go run us a bath. Rest here a moment."

And after the exciting night she had, she took his advice. Smiling with her eyes closed, as she heard the slight jingle of her new ankle bracelet.