Has anyone's jaw ever ached from sucking too much cock? No? It wasn't like they were thick or anything, but they took a Viagra. No matter how many times I fucked them to exhaustion, it would be erected in seconds. My body aches since it's been twisted like a pretzel for the past two hours.

I am due for a long yoga session.

Cigar smoke and cologne linger in the air. My greasy-haired client finishes buttoning his suit and drops an extra twenty-thousand-dollar check. He might've sported a beer belly and couldn't make a woman orgasm to save his life, but he could do one thing right, give a massive tip. It's the very least he can do.

The pink and black lace corset squeezes all my organs closer as I struggle to get it over my hips. An enormous exhaust sigh escapes my lip when it finally gets over my boobs. I am panting like I'd run a five-mile run. My pumps click on the marble floor as I rush to the second level. My next schedule wasn't until an hour, so I figured why not torture another man's vigor?

There haven't been any beneficial suitors lately.

They always lack something Asiel has, his purity perhaps. I never realize how much I'm drawn to this innocent man as if he was the light and I were the moth. Though if I asked him, he would say he is the moth. It's interchangeable. We're both drawn to each other in different ways. My intentions just aren't as endearing as his.

Asiel is my plaything until I get bored.

Celia is performing to a sultry song, causing the crowd to roar in excitement from her sexiness. It's a blessing in disguise, leaving me access to slip through bodies without being stopped. Surprise floods my thoughts as I recognize a familiar body leaning at the bar, his head droopy. How did little old Asiel know I was thinking of him?

"Hey, Muneco!" I express a sense of amusement lingering on my tone. My arm drapes over his brawn shoulders, practically ripping through his suit's seams. A tense drift rolls off my back as I take notice of his demeanor. "Asiel?" I hook my finger under his chin, bringing his restless face to meet mine. "Are you okay? Just breathe, Muneco. Focus on breathing."

"I-I can't." His voice cracks, anguish, terrified.

Sweat glistened on his forehead. His raging pulse radiates through my fingertips while his body shudders. Asiel grips his chest, clearly suffering from a panic attack, and his torment of fear is making it worse. Why did he come here? This atmosphere is only going to heighten the effects of the attack.

"Focus on me. Okay, Asiel?" I ask, trying to read anything besides fear in his bloodshot eyes. "Let's go to my room. This scenery isn't doing anything, but making it worse."

I plop his arm over my shoulders, bearing most of his weight as I lead us to my private room. It's a peaceful sanctuary, the size of a mini apartment. A colorful mural of books rests along the white walls. A golden chandelier hangs over my bed, a fluffy, fuzzy bedding drape on the mattress. Carefully, I try to lay Asiel on the bed, but he slumps down to his ass on the floor.

I throw my hair into a quick ponytail and grab a glass of water for him. Panic attacks are a slippery slope to work through. Unlike the flu, it didn't just have one solution, everyone works differently. Valentina's way of coping is to focus on five objects, four sounds, three textures, two smells, and one taste.

Maybe it could be helpful to Asiel...

His body trembles while I tenderly rub small circles on his lower back. "It's okay, Muneco. You're having a panic attack, but it will go away. Try taking long, deep breaths like this." I demonstrate a deep breath, sucking in my abdomen, filling my lungs until I reach four in my head.

He carefully observes, replicating my actions, making sure to drag out every breath. Concerns wreck my thoughts as I take in his disheveled state. His perfect jaw is turning black and blue, a giant gash on his lips, dry blood from his scraped knuckles. What the hell did he get himself into? Terror flashed past his eyes as my first advice did nothing to help him.

"Okay, let's try something new," I say, soft and calm, something he desperately needs. "Give your mind a break. Whatever happened tonight, let it go and focus on something. Like your happy place. Someplace that makes you feel calm, relaxed, and happy."

Asiel closes his eyes, his shallow breathing slowly regaining normalization. "I-I'll try."

His raven black hair is tousled in all different angles. Scrapes and bruises are visible all over his face and body from only opening two buttons. My hand grows clammy as I envision how worse it is underneath. Have I read this man all wrong? Maybe he isn't as pure as I thought he was. I grab his palm, tracing lengthy, soothing circles.

"What are you thinking about?" I ask.

He clears his throat. "It's my family's beach house. Bright blue waves clashes against my feet, mixing in with the damp sand. My brother is surfing the tides, and I admire his bravery. He isn't afraid of anything. The sun is blinding until a smaller silhouette strolls through. It's hard to see who it is."

I nod. "Good. Keep your thoughts peaceful and ride this wave, okay?"

He smiles faintly, gripping my hand, warmth emitting from him. "T-thank you. I-I wouldn't be able to do this myself. I-I don't even understand what triggered it."

I giggle lightly. "The cause doesn't matter right this second. We can figure it out after you overcome this attack. Concentrate on that pretty, little beach house and the silhouette."

"I can see her now," he blurts out.

My attention snaps to his expression. A glowing smile curls on his lips, enough for his dimple to appear. "Who?"

"You."

A smug smile stretches across my face. "Me? Have you been spending late nights thinking about me? I'm honored, really." He flinches as I unbutton his shirt, fully revealing his badly bruised, sculpted torso. "All you have to say is the magic words, and I can make you feel peaceful right now."

His eyes snap open. "I-I can't. I already committed too many sins tonight."

With an innocent expression, I settled myself onto his lap, purposely rubbing against his clothed crotch. It didn't take long for his cock to twitch with intrigue beneath my sex. His eyebrows brunch together in pleasure, but his arms remain on the floor.

My hands creep up from his chisel abdomen to his chest, goosebumps rising on his skin from my touch. "Then what's the big deal about one more?" I murmur, teasing his cock with harmless movements.

He hesitates for a second before grabbing my hips, forcing them still. "I-I'm sorry... I can't. This decision will haunt me for years to come, but I can't." Asiel slips his hand behind my head, bringing our faces close enough for our foreheads to touch, and sends a cascade of tingles down my spine.

"You're my drug, Mika" he breathes. "Si consigo un poco de sabor. Se acabó el juego. No podré parar."

(If I get a little taste. It's game over. I won't be able to stop.)

I blink a few times before flashing a precious smile. "How does it feel being the only guy in the world that's rejected me? It's an achievement, really. I'm a bit taken back, but I like guys who play hard to get."

Honestly, is the best policy. Even if Asiel didn't know it, I already have him eating out of my hands. If I play my cards right, I'll have a puppet to control until he's all used up and broken. Sex is a way to tease men, but if I want to possess them, I'm going to have to go deeper than this.

Especially with Asiel.

His breathing seems to return to normal, so I hop off his lap and beeline to my kitchen. Underneath my cupboard rests a first aid kit stock with bandages, ointment, rubbing alcohol, etc. Asiel intently rubs his thighs, his eyes frozen on the ground as if he is concentrating on something. Should I find out what?

I settle onto his lap and pop the first aid kit open. With steady hands, I pick up the cloth and damp it with rubbing alcohol, carefully dabbing it on his cuts. Asiel slightly winces, grinding his teeth to keep him from moving. His bruises on his cheekbones wouldn't heal for a few weeks. It's a shame.

But it also gives him a hot, mystery look.

"Is it intruding to ask what happened?" I ask, squeezing a wad of ointment on my finger. "Why did you show up with a bunch of bruises?"

A pensive look washes over his handsome covered face. "Shit hit the fan. Do I really look that bad?" He laughs, wincing as he clutches his lower stomach. Definitely a bruised rib. "I tried to be the man in the situation when, in reality, I am a kid."

I chew on the inside of my cheek. "Why do you say that?"

He frowns. "I'm not the man you think I am, Mika."

Grabbing his hand, I wipe the excess blood from his split knuckles and recoil a bit from how bad they look. "Can you read my thoughts? You don't even know what I think of you, Asiel. We're strangers that are bound by attraction."

Asiel reaches over for gauze and begins wrapping it on his knuckles. The only marks untouched are the ones on his torso and arms. His beautiful, detailed phrase 'No one can save us' is adorned with black and blue blotches. Who would hurt my Muneco like this? There are so many bruises that only prove my theory.

He is an innocent adult that got himself in a sticky situation.

"After our last encounter, I thought we skip to the friendship phase," Asiel says, debating on how tight he wants to bind the gauze. "I don't just come to see you because I have a crush on you... I like spending time together. You make me feel... sane."

A laugh escapes from my lips as his cheeks blossom with red splotches. "Oh? So, you do have a crush on me. It's hard to believe with all the rejecting and whatnot."

"Mika..." he utters quietly. "I reject you because I respect you, but clearly you want me to disrespect you."

The organ underneath my ribcage leaps in excitement at his statement. "There's nothing more than I want in the world for you to disrespect me. I thought about it repeatedly... how good it would feel to be stuffed with your cock."

"Mika..." he rasps, his eyes turning black with desire.

I shrug innocently. "What? I'm just speaking nonsense. It's not like I'm going to do anything." I trail my fingers down the ridges of his muscular torso. "Unless I get the approval from you, then I'll be a good girl."

Lifting from his lap, I wander over to my refrigerator and grab a can of my favorite snack; whipped cream. I twist the cap open and squit a glob of cream in my mouth, moaning obnoxiously loud just to bother Asiel.

"Why do you always do that?" Asiel asks, swiping his damp hair off his forehead.

My face crinkles in confusion. "Do what?"

The tension hovers between us like opaque clouds in the sky. Oddly enough, the organ picks up a notch, eagerly waiting for his statement as his eyes burn holes in my head. People wore their emotions on their sleeves. Asiel has emotions radiating through his eyes, but right now, I couldn't calculate where this is going.

"Whenever I start or try to speak more openly, you always shift the conversation into a sexual one." He clears his throat, his gaze slips to the floor. "I thought it was impossible for you to naturally be this flirtatious, but I think there's more to the story. Almost like you are hiding behind your sexual nature."

Shock rapidly disappears from my face as I squirt another glob into my mouth. With slow, tantalizing steps, I squat back onto his lap, his hands finding their place at the side of my hips. I eject a sizeable amount of cream on his nose, gliding my tongue across before it could fall.

"Muñeco, I'm not hiding anything." My smirks flourish to new lengths. "If I wanted a therapist, then I would've got one. I can afford twenty if I want. Is it a crime for a woman to be so comfortable with her sexuality?"

Asiel's body shudders as I spray whipped cream on his chiseled jaw. "My words came out wrong. It's hard to communicate my thoughts when I'm being straddled by a beauty. My only intention is to learn more about you."

Using my finger, I tilt his face diagonally and slide my tongue across his jawline, smirking at the way his body responds to me. From the growing bulge underneath my ass, I know he's growing insane from my constant teasing. Whenever my tongue makes contact with his skin, his arms tighten around my waist for just a second.

A sly grin forms as I spray whipped cream on my cleavage. "Haven't you read my biography Diablo made? Isn't that enough?" I run my fingers through his hair, lightly pulling his head down. "Asiel, we're friends, right? Because I have a little problem and it will be great if my friend can help me."

He eyes me with amusement. "So I'm your friend when it's convenient for you?"

"How can you suspect me of such a thing?" I laugh, purposely jigging my tits in his face. "I just accidentally squirted whipped cream, and I need some help cleaning it up."

Deliberation lingers in his gaze as he weighs on my request. He tilts his head, closes his eyes, and emits a groan of annoyance. It's understandable. But he's taking too long for my liking. The cream is melting, making my skin feel all yucky and sticky. An electric jolt stings through my body when his hot breath is inches from my boobs.

"Asiel..." I bite my lip. "Please help me."

Asiel draws in a few deep breaths. Heat pools in my stomach at the hint of his warm, wet tongue pressing against my cleavage. Isn't it so fucking hot to have an inexperienced man unfold at your mercy? His submission awoke sexual arousal I didn't even know still existed. Asiel's arms wrap around my waist, submerging his face deeper into my breasts.

He's enjoying this a lot more than I thought.

Leaning my head back, I bite back a delicious whimper. "Easy, Muñeco. I wouldn't want to cross paths we aren't ready for."

Asiel pulls away, licking the excess from his lips. "It's too late. I have crossed them since the moment I saw you on stage." His face scorches red from embarrassment. "Just answer me one question... What's your last name?"

"Mika Julio Ricardo Montoya De La Rosa Santana Ramirez," I recite quickly, almost running out of air by the end.

He arches his eyebrow. "Are you being truthful or playing games?"

"Isn't it more fun to watch you figure it out for yourself?"

Hi guys!!! What did you think about this chapter? Mika really brought the sauce in teasing Asiel today 😜😜!! Had tons of fun writing this scene! Did you guys like it? It's like the rubber band theory... she wants to test how far she can bend him to her will !!! Do you guys still hate her? I understand 🤪 why but trust me... Things are going to get twisted soon enough...

Also my lovely readers, I wanted to ask your opinion on flashbacks... when the character's past are ready to be revealed do you think it's better for it to be in a flashback or they explain it in dialogue?

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