Since I started my job as an escort, I'd slept with many married men but I had never met one's wife before. This was not a part of the job description. Not to mention whatever was going on between me and Santiago, had nothing to do with my job. That's what scared me. My feelings for him, the lack of control I had with him, scared me. What scared me more was that I love being in his mercy. After taking care of myself for so long, it was nice to have someone take care of me.

Even though I didn't know what to expect from his wife's unannounced visit, I knew he would take care of it. For me. Something inside me expanded, an unknown emotion I couldn't name. He told me to sit, relax and that he'd take care of it.

By the time he pulled up the security feed on his TV monitor in the living room, the woman was getting out the car, making her way in.

"May be I should wait in the bed-"

"No." His voice was firm. He never treated me like a dirty little secret. Not once.

The door opened, a burly man in a black suit entered. Bodyguard. The word rang through my mind. When his eyes landed on me, I realized that I wasn't really wearing anything. Just a black robe and lace panties.

Gina Vernoff waltz in, paused when she saw me sitting on the sofa. I couldn't see her expression because she was still wearing her sunglasses. The room was dark, I wondered what she was able to see. She was wearing a tight red dress and a red brikin bag hug from her arm. What surprised me was that I didn't feel threaten by her at all.

Santiago was standing in front of me, protecting me. My heart thudded. I never had anyone protect me like that.

"Why did you bring her here?" He asked the bodyguard instead of the blonde that had her hair in a sleek low bun.

"He brought me here because I asked him to. You've been running around town with your little mistress-"

"Be fucking careful before you talk about her like that." He looked like he was ready for a fight. He was extremely angry at the bodyguard.

"You're embarrassing me." She hissed. "We're still married. How would you feel if I was walking taking me boyfriend around to public functions?"

"Glad that I won't have to listen to you're the whole evening?" He quipped. I wanted to laugh but refrained from it.

"SANTIAGO, we had a deal." She was mad.

"I think we have made enough money to separate from the deal don't you think?"

"I doubt my dad and your uncle will agree. Bear in mind, we know your secrets, empty threats means nothing to me." She was standing on the other end of the length of the sofa.

"It's not an empty threat she's staying with me, she will be going to functions with me, as my girlfriend. If it embarrasses you, then find a lawyer." He pulled me in front of him, held me against his body.

She finally looked at me. "You're parading around a hooker, everyone knows that."

"Why does that matter to you? You're jealous? That she has everything that you don't. You can't get a man who isn't interested in your money?" He suddenly pulled my night gown open, let it hang off my shoulder. "You're jealous you don't look like this?"

"Don't move." He whispered in my ear. He was in utter control of my body and I was so turned on that I didn't even realize that my tits were on full display and I didn't know why he was doing this in front of his wife and the bodyguard. My body was betraying me. I didn't mind my body being on display like this but this was different.

"Santiago, I don't care who you sleep with." He brushed his hands down my front, strummed his thumbs slowly on my nipples like a classical guitar. I gulped. He slid his fingers inside, spread my legs with his own.

"Really, why are you still here then?" My eyes were glued to her sunglasses and I didn't know if I should stop him or close my eyes. My hands hung loosely by my side as if they were no use. I needed to do something but deep down, a voice was telling me to trust him.

"I'll protect you. I won't ever let anything happen to you. You can let go of the control baby." He whispered in my ear, his lips brushed over my sensitive spot and I moaned. I leaned back suddenly, relinquishing control for the first time in 5 years. "I'll take care of you, for the rest of my life." It felt like he pulled the weight of shoulder that I had been carrying around for the past 5 years.

Suddenly, he plunged his finger inside of me and I gasped. I wasn't fully wet but his dominance and sheer control of the situation had me opening up to him completely. He brought that cream to his lips and sucked my juices off.

"Mmm." He moaned and I was stuck in a trance. unable to move. I didn't mind voyeurism or exhibitionism, but I didn't necessarily want to have sex in front of his wife. I gulped, trying to focus only on him. "You taste like honey." I melted into him. He wasn't afraid to show me off to the world, not even his wife. Being first choice for someone was a foreign feeling. I'd never left like this before. Even in other exhibition situation similar to this.

"ERGH." She made a high pitched noise. "You'll regret this." She squealed as her heels clicked away.

Santiago turned me around, his face filled with pure lust. He quickly stripped me off my robe and panties, stalked me back towards the glass wall where the whole city of L.A. stretched out behind me. My eyes landed on the guard behind Santiago, who licked his lips when he back at me one last time before leaving.

"Turn around, put your hands on the glass." I obeyed, felt the cold glassed against my palm, reeling from the contrast of my heated skin, watched my breath turn the glass foggy. I heard his zipper open and suddenly, he was slamming his naked body against my back. My heart thudded in my chest. "This whole city will know you're mine." He brought his hand around the front, pulled my torso off the glass, leaving my nipples flat against the window. The cold sensation had a shiver running down my arch of my back. "You're mine Mariana." His accent usual undetectable accent was thick.

"Tiago." I breathed. I was living for the first time in my life. It felt so good to be taken care off. So humbling to be cherished. "I'm yours." I completely gave into him.

"My love, you will not regret it."

"AH!" I screamed. He shoved himself into me. My eyes popped open. His fingers were playing with my clit vigorously, the other hand wounded around my torso, holding me close to his body. "Tell me something..." He was fucking me mercilessly, his speed and stamina was to be marveled at. "...Did you like that? Me enjoying your cum in front of my wife, was that a turn on."

"Yes." I was breathless, wonton from his possessed movements.

"Do you understand why I did that?" He paused, hammered into me, once, twice. Leaning over me, he wrapped his arms around my body like tentacles.

"No." I squirmed, juices flowed down my thighs.

"It was me choosing you." His breath fanned over my neck and shoulders. "You. I will be taking care you of. Even if something happens to me, you will never have to worry about a..." Pump. "...Fucking..." Pump. "Thing."

"TIAGO." I came, from his words, fingers and his dick. He was too long and too thick.

"We fit perfectly. There's no way I'm letting you go." I grabbed my hair, pulled my head back but kept my breasts against the glass. "Do you trust me yet?

"Yes." I replied, my legs shaking. I was on my tip toes and I couldn't hold on anymore.

"The let go." His fingers moved from my clit and he took me tightly in his arms, holding me up. Stretching out my arms against the glass, I tried to reach for something. Pushing me flat against the glass, he swept me off my feet, his cock and his arms were what holding me up. I was at his complete mercy. "There you go." He resumed his pace, I was stretched eagle against the glass, presented to the city. "You're mine and they all know it."

I had the weirdest sensation that all their eyes were on me but I knew that was impossible. He carried on ploughing into me, the sensation inside me started to glow again.

"I'm going to cum." I warned, moaning and out of breath. He laughed in my year, taunting me.

The city in front of me became a blur, my breath fogged the glass and soon we were shouting each other names while we came. He wasn't done yet.

Without warning, he turned me around, with him still inside of me he walked back to the end of the sofa. I used that time to rub my hands over his arms, my legs went behind his thighs, my hand found its way to where we were joined, I rubbed my pussy lips that were stretched around him.

"Fuck." I swore, looking down at how erotic it looked. I rubbed him with my fingers, squeezing myself around him.

"Fuck, baby." He swore when I squeezed his balls. "You're going to kill me one day from too much sex."

"Impossible." I laughed.

He flipped me over arm of the couch, my head turned sideways to breathe. Bracing myself with one arm, I snaked my arm under me, used my fingers to splay my pussy lips in a V.

"FUCK, that's hot." He stroked my back. "Baby, put your legs in-between mine and cross your ankles. I knew this position well, he loved me in squeezing him.

I allowed my legs to relax and he moved his feet to cage my legs in. "Such a good girl." He praised, giving my ass cheek an approving swat. I was filled with glee. I loved his praises.

"Now, be a good little girl and do your magic." He strokes my hair to the side so he could at least she my face. I straightened my leg and started to squeeze my thighs together.

"AHH!" I moaned out loud, every sensitive spot clamped down on the thickness of his cock. Skin on skin. I felt alive.

"FUCK YES." He started withdrawing and shoving back into me but the friction was far too great. He grabbed my hips carelessly and raised one of his feet on the arm of the sofa I was bent over.

"FUCK, FUCK, FUCK." I panted as he fucking hammered into me. There were no finesse in his powerful movement. I carried on squeezing my thighs and we fell into a fast rhythm. The sound of bodies slapping together echoed through the dark house.

He bent over, pinned me down with his body and started murmuring praises but I was too far gone to understand it. I was cumming, again, juices ran down the length of my leg.

"Fuck YES." sHe growled in my ear. Our bodies moved in sync. I was pulsing around him when I felt is balls twitch with my fingers. Shifting on my shoulders, I reached for them, gave them a squeeze.

"MARIANA." He screamed my name in my ear. He speed up, even if that was possible, one of his hand wrapped around my throat, cutting off my air supply.

I was fucking turned on again. The sheer power and aggressiveness of his stamina had me quivering once again. He reached with his other hand, strummed my clit side to side to get me there faster. He let the pressure go from my throat and when I could breathe again, he clamped it back down.

"Yes." I arched into him.

"Give me one more." His voice was hoarse. "Just one more baby." He was out of control.

"Tiago." I whispered.

He let go of my throat and started playing with my nipples. The sensation was too much and when he pulled and twisted one of them I came apart.

"YES YES." He braced his hands next to my head and he drilled into me for a short white before he came with a loud shout.

"FUCK." He grounded against my ass, my hands went limp. I couldn't move. My brain was completely mushed.

I was covered in sweat and his semen that escaped me and ran down my legs. I wondered what that looked like. Shoving my head in to the cushion, I tried to breathe with his weight on me.

We remained like that for a while, both gasping for breath, not wanting to let go of each other.

Reluctantly, he pulled out, bracing himself against the backrest of the sofa. "We made a mess." He chuckled. I crawled onto the sofa, my legs were like jelly.

"I can't move." I curled myself into a ball in the middle of the sofa, grateful that the fabric was soft against my skin. He plopped down next to me, legs spread apart.

"I can still feel your vice grip on me." I looked over my shoulder to find him lazily stroke his un-erect cock.

"Nu-uh." I realized my pussy was on display and he was smearing his cum around my thighs that were leaking out. Grabbing a pillow, I shoved it against my ass to shield myself. "Stay away from me." I smiled. "Well, at least for the next two hours." He dropped his hand on my hip and laughed. Leaning back, he caressed my hips and we watched the city lights flicker in the dark night.

I was at peace. There were no thoughts in my mind. My family, the debt collectors, tuition fees, the killer who ran over my family, hardly having anything to eat. All of that was behind me. I sat up, feeling a bit of energy coming back into my body. He's been telling me that I wasn't just a deal. Sitting up, I faced him, I needed to ask about us but I was wet and I needed a shower.

"Can you order for some food and then join me in the shower?" I asked, getting up. He opened his mouth to say something. "No sex." I made it clear, causing him to deflate.

"Fine. What do you want?"

"Anything fried." I walked away to our bed room.

Our bedroom.

He made room for me in his closet. He hired a woman to pack up all my clothes, have it brought over to his house. His bedroom. Hit closet. I was surprised to find my clothes in his closet. He'd move his life around for me. Clearly it wasn't just a package deal.

After we showered, I went to put on my Victoria Secret satin shorts and top when he asked me to wear one of his t-shirts. So, opted for a coal pink boy shorts and his dark maroon t-shirt. We had fried chicken, curly fires and burgers. Of course I couldn't eat all of each and the ones I couldn't, Santiago wolfed it down. Notion of being together, intimately in every way was humbling. A life I never dreamed of.

"Okay I need to ask you something." We were in the kitchen island. The black and blue marble reflected the light back from the city far away. Even then Santiago turned the overhead light on and dimmed brightness. We both liked the darkness.

"Okay." He balled up the wrappers and threw them in the recycling bin. I finished my coca cola from a wine glass and put the glass in dish washer. I still don't know why I did that. He found it funny, obviously.

"I get why you did what you did but I need you make something clear." I faced him. He took a last slip from his coca cola bottle and threw it in the bin too.

"What?" When he went to turn off the lights, I stopped him.

"We met in Miss Caroline's house. Our first night, you bought me, outbid someone else." He looked down for a second in shame then quickly tried to refute what I was saying. "Just, let me talk." He nodded. "Okay, I understand what we have between us isn't just..." I didn't know the correct word to word. "...what we have between us is not usual. We both have feelings for each other despite the way we met. Despite you paying for sex." He nodded.

"Me living with you and you taking about divorcing your wife, this is becoming very serious. Are you really going to go through with it?"

"Yes. I'll call my attorney tomorrow get the papers ready. I need to speak to my Uncle but like I said, I made her dad too much money to care about if I'm still married to her or not. I think he forgot that I'm his "son-in-law". So yes, it's real." He came towards me, rubbed his hands up and down my arm.

"Okay." I looked down, thought about the time when I was working like 3 jobs and sleeping 5 hours a night just to pay my bills and it still didn't work. "I will Miss Caroline that I'll be leaving my job." His looked ecstatic but when I held my hand up. "But, I can never go back to working multiple jobs and earning literally next to nothing. I paid off my all my debts and I have a hefty savings account. I also understand the way I earned the money isn't ideal or socially acceptable but it's my money. I worked 3 jobs and went to college, if those jobs had paid what I earned by working for Miss Caroline, do you think I would have left?" I asked him.

"Of course not." He understood. "You did it out of necessity and survival and I'm not judging you for it." I relaxed a little.

"So, I need you to understand that I need that money to be safely locked up and I want to work."

"Baby, look at where you're standing." He pointed to city. It looked like we were on top of the world. "You never have to lift a finger in your life again as long as you have me."

"Exactly." I agreed. "I never expected anything to happen to my family but they are dead now. You have many enemies, you put your life at risk and you still have yet to avenge your family's death. Just because I like you and am willing to completely submit to you, doesn't mean I like me any less and would foolishly throwaway everything so I could go back to working 3 jobs again."

"What will make you feel financially stable, just in case anything happen to me?"

"Like I said, I need my money to un attached to your company. It needs to be in bonds or stocks or something so it's value can grow." I explained. I'd dated enough business men to know how to make money without working like a man person. I sat and listened to them babble on about investments, being shareholders and when I started making six figures a year, I asked David to help me with investments and stocks. Within a couple of months he helped me double my money without me doing a single thing physically.

That's what David was having a hard time letting me go. He, out of all the clients I had, was someone who I saw as a friend. He of course saw me as something more. Our repertoire went back and forth and to him, I wasn't just a fuck doll or an ear to listen to. He told me that he really admired that I was thinking intellectually about my money and future. It impressed him immensely.

"I can do that." Taking my face in his hands, he made me look at him. His eyes were completely black under the dim light. His skin looked so deep bronze I wanted to lick him. "Mariana, I know we're happening too fast but I need you to know, I WILL take care of you. I understand your reluctance now but I'd really like it if you didn't work right away. Whatever it is you want to do, do it in a month or so. Give yourself a break, we'll go travel for a while. I want you to experience life. I want you to be happy. I promise, I won't let you down, even in death."

My throat clogged. He was everything I was too afraid to dream of. "I don't want anything to happen to you." I told him quietly. I knew I was just think about myself but the thought of not being with him was terrifying.

"I'm right here. Also, I can pull a trigger, I will not go down without a fight." I hugged him, rested my head on his shoulder.

"Okay." I whispered, giving into him.

"For now, let me take care of you. Emotionally, physically and financially. You can buy whatever you want, just use my money. We will put your money away for safe keeping, let it grow." Turning the light off, he lead me down the living room and towards the opposite side of the house to his bedroom. Crawling in, I inhaled a lungful of his scent. Content, I tucked myself into a cocoon.

When he joined me, I scooted closer to him, without fully cuddling.

"I need you know that I trust you Tiago. But I've been through a lot I life. I've been taking care of myself for so long, I don't know how to relinquish that control." I explained, hopefully I didn't come across like a money hungry bitch.

"I understand. That's why I want you to relinquish the control, so you can relax and I can show you how you were supposed to be taken care of, all your life." I didn't say anything back to him, instead I made a sleepy noise at the back of my throat as my eyes closed shut.

After a long moment of silence, just before I was completely oblivious to the world, he softy whispered against my forehead. "I need you to know that I didn't pay for sex. I paid to keep everyone's hands off you. I was taking my time to get it right with you, so you didn't feel like what we had or what we were going to have was just lust. You belong to me. It just took me some time to find you."