THE BALCONY

No one knows you better than you know yourself, honey.

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WARNING: Sexual Content

CHAPTER XXVI

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“ARACELI.”

I turned around to face La Bruja as she approached me. “Do you need anything?”

I was a bit salty towards her, because she had walked in just as Daniel had started unbuttoning my dress and almost caught me red-handed. Thankfully, I had bolted towards the toilet and slammed the door shut just as she let herself in after three knocks. Still, my day was ruined after that.

Luckily, she seemed to have something to help salvage it.

“You have a day off and Saturday this week,” she told me, making me beam brightly at her. Daniel had spoken to her. He didn't even wait for Friday to come.

“Thank you,” I said politely and turned back to my work so she couldn't chastise me about abandoning my tasks like she was so used to. Unfortunately, she didn't leave and instead loitered behind me until I finally turned around. “Is there anything else you have to tell me?”

I tried to keep my tone as even and respectful as I could, but I really didn't like her and the fact that she was just there with me irked me.

“No, no. I just wanted to ask if you know why Daniel had to speak to me about this? I mean, you could've asked me and the answer would've been the same.”

I held back an eye roll because we both knew that the answer would be nowhere near the same if I had personally gone up to ask her myself. Still, I kept my mouth shut and shrugged.

“I have no idea. You're going to have to bring that up with boss yourself,” I answered as if I didn't know. In reality, I had every idea why. But I wasn't going to tell her for two reasons. One of them being that I would only be ratting myself out. And the second reason being, I liked seeing her confused.

She nodded her head and backed away, giving me a small tight-lipped smile. I knew she was going to die in her confusion because the last thing she was going to do was question Daniel. He propably wouldn't have minded, but she did a lot.

Thankfully, after that event, the day remained relatively calm and I found myself slipping into Daniel's room later that night. Although this night, unlike other nights, I wasn't in my uniform and we didn't have sex immediately after I walked in.

Instead, we stood on his large balcony, staring out into the dark garden

“What happened to your hand?”

I looked down at my hand, flipping it over so I was looking at my palm. And the big, angry red line that ran from the beginning of my index finger to the other side of my palm. I wasn't sure if the scar would fully disappear.

“I cut myself while I was cooking,” I lied, shrugging it off. Even if the maids were fully aware of the situation, Daniel didn't need to know.

There was a second of silence; the only thing making noise being the wind that whipped through my hair.

He chuckled behind me. “You don't have to lie to me.”

I snapped my gaze away from the view in front of me and turned around to meet his eyes. He was already staring up at me, sitting calmly in his grey balcony chair with a brow raised.

I rolled my eyes and turned away. Of course he would call my bluff. What did I expect?

“At least I answered you at all,” I said, shrugging my shoulders and looking away. The silence returned as I battled with my thoughts.

He probably already knew. What was the pointing of me telling him? And if he didn't know, then he would find it by tomorrow anyway. With how fast gossip spread around here. Maybe I should tell him first, just in case he didn't know. So he didn't get any twisted version of the event and believed it.

“I... grabbed the blade of a knife out of Lola's hand. She was threatening to use it against me.”

It was almost as if I didn't say anything because the silence that enveloped us before I had spoken stuck around like it was never broken.

“I didn't fight her,” I suddenly found the need to defend myself. “She heard what we did in your office and threatened to tell everyone and then I told her that if she told a soul, I would know who did it and she should be scared. Then she pulled a knife out on me and just missed stabbing me by an inch and then I grabbed it out of her hand, scared her a bit, then dropped it and walked away.” I took a long needed breath and stared up at the moon. “I didn't fight her.”

“What was her name again?” he asked, making me turn around to meet his eye.

“Lola.”

He only nodded and then looked away, making me feel awkward as I stood on his balcony, in a place where I felt I didn't belong.

“Why don't you want Celeste to see you?”

A smile grew on my lips as I realised that Daniel was a really curious person. I wondered how many questions he asked a day when he was a kid.

“It's the same reason why I don't want Lola to tell anybody about what happened in the office,” I said, shrugging. “I don't really know why.”

“She can't hurt you.”

“She slapped me in the first few minutes I was in her presence.”

“That's about where her power begins and ends.”

“How do you know her?” The tables flipped and I was the one asking questions as he raised his brow up at me. “And why did you keep her a secret for so long?”

“If you asked I would've told you about her,” he said simply, making me scoff at him as I turned around. “And she's a family friend.”

“So your dad's arranging the marriage but you're not going to marry her?”

He looked at me with a blank expression, seemingly tired of my questioning. I had no remorse because now he knew how it felt.

“Yes.”

I bit my lip, an idea coming into my head at his attitude. I slowly walked over to him until I was right in front of him and grabbed his chin, tilting his head up and forcing him to look at me.

“Watch the way you talk to me,” I said in the most firm tone I could muster as his eyes sparkled with humour.

“Or else...”

“Or else I might just... not let you cum. Or spank you. Or sit on your face.”

He smirked, finding no threat in my warning as he grabbed my waist and pulled me onto him so I straddled him. I dropped my hands to my side and went back to being obedient because I knew in this moment, he had full control.

“Sit on my face.”

I stared at him, considering how I could possibly do that with him just sitting, looking at me. It's not like I could stand and sit on his face. I mean, I probably could, but that would have an entirely different meaning.

I turned my attention away from his beautiful face and instead watched his hand as he drew small circles onto my waist. I was still deeply aroused from earlier that afternoon and his touch was only making it worse.

With only a second of thought, I grabbed his large hand and guided it into my red, satin night shorts. Daniel's eyes flicked up to meet my own and without breaking eye contact, I placed his hand right onto my heat, telling him exactly what I wanted.

He said nothing, but he didn't need words anyway. His fingers slowly pried my lips apart, exposing the wet pussy I had to tolerate for the whole day to his touch. His lips quirked up, but he still said nothing as he slowly let his middle finger run over my clit.

I shivered at the jolt of pleasure that fired from that one action and anticipated his next touch.

“You didn't tease me when you could have,” he said, his deep voice drawing my attention away from his agonising movements and towards his words. “You made the right decision.”

The words I wanted to deliver to him got caught in my throat as he suddenly pressed his index finger into my clit, circling the hard bud slowly before running over it occasionally. I ground my hips along with his movements, my hand fisting my shorts at the sudden onslaught of pleasure.

“Does that feel good?”

I nodded my head eagerly, feeling my sanity start to slip from me at the familiar buildup in my stomach. “So good.”

“You like that?”

“Yes.”

His middle finger suddenly slipped into my and I let out a sharp cry of pleasure, shattering the crisp silence of the night into pieces. A second finger slipped into me, slowly pushing in and out of me as I gritted my teeth and screwed my eyes shut. I bounced on his fingers, meeting his every thrust as his thumb circled my clit.

“You're so fucking responsive,” he said, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me to him as he buried his head in the crook of my neck and kissed my burning hot skin.

“I'm... going... to cum... soon,” I forced out, struggling to breathe properly as the intensity grew stronger and stronger. The feeling in my stomach spread to the rest of my body and my toes curled up, the cold floor of the balcony feeling almost too hot for me.

“Look at me,” he demanded, making me snap my eyes open and look at him. “I know you.”

He wrapped his free arm around my waist and hoisted me up as he stood up, making me wrap my legs around him. His movements seized, but he didn't take his fingers out of me. He walked over to the concrete railings of the balcony and sat me onto it before thrusting his fingers into me again with a vengeance.

I cried out louder this time, a fear of falling coming over me. But his arm wrapped around my waist, holding me close to him and I was just too close to cumming to worry about anything else. To be honest, I think I was more worried about dying before I came than anything in that moment.

“I know what makes you squirm.” I snapped my eyes to his at his words as I wrapped my legs around his torso. “I know exactly what makes you scream and what makes you moan.” He squeezed my waist and pulled my closer to him as I threw my head back and rocked along to his movements. “I know what makes you cum and the faces you make when you do. I know what turns you on.”

“I know you, Araceli.” I couldn't look away from him. My eyes stayed focus on his as the first wave of my orgasm hit me with full force.

“Daniel,” I moaned out lowly as his fingers never faltered.

“I know you in ways no other man does,” he said, taking me completely by surprise by adding a third finger into me mid thrust. “You're mine.”

I screamed.

I actually screamed. I had no idea if it was the same orgasm becoming more intense or if it was a second one ripping into me when the first one wasn't even finished, but the pleasure I felt was unbearable. My pussy stretched to accommodate his unexpected third finger and I shut my eyes again, focusing my attention on the pleasure instead.

The high finally began to wear off and my thoughts roared as I came back down to earth.

He obviously did know me. He knew me better than anyone else - maybe even myself because I had spent nineteen years with myself and my fingers had never been able to make me cum as hard as he had.

He really did know me.

Slowly opening my eyes, I gave him a lazy grin and looked up at him. “I think you're just observant,” I said as he lifted me off the railings and back onto my own two feet.

He looked down at me, his curly hair almost falling into his eyes as he held me close to him, probably knowing I would fall if left on my own. “And my observations find that you have small hands.”

I looked down at my hands that were still gripping his biceps, although with less zest than a couple seconds ago and smiled sheepishly.

“They weren't so small earlier today,” I pointed out, letting him walk us back towards the balcony seat and pull me onto his lap again.

He said nothing and only pulled me to his chest, patting my back in an effort to get me to shut up and not fight him. Lucky for him, I was left absolutely exhausted and the only thing I could find myself doing was falling asleep.

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Aight, Okay so for some reason I think the smut in the last two chapters were dry. Idk maybe it's because I've read it so much I'm bored but whatever so I decided to update twice to get that shit out of the way.

Even though the next chapter is light, the ending will shake you up a little because that's where the action starts.

And I feel bad for making Araceli cut her hand because I've got this tiny ass cut on my palm not even that deep and it hurts like a mf bitch like I'm so done with it.

And as if that isn't e-fucking-nough my pants literally just fucking ripped. Man I'm having a shitty day :(