I took her out to dinner the next day as well, selecting an upscale Italian restaurant. She was actually already present when I arrived a good ten minutes early (traffic was particularly favorable), though she sat in her car for a few minutes before finally getting out. She was wearing an attractive, sleek, deep blue dress, her piercings in her ear and nose.
"You look good," I told her.
"You look great," she replied, with a smile, eyes running up and down my body with lewd intent. She offered her arm, hooking it around mine as we strode inside.
"Two for Valentine," I told the hostess, who nodded and guided me to our table, offering us both menus before departing for the moment.
Sonya slowly read through hers, perhaps unfamiliar with the kind of cuisine, her head tilting from side to side in languid movements. Finally, she set the menu down, looking up at me. "Nice choice of restaurant, Papi. Very you."
"How so?" I asked, in a pleasant tone of voice.
"Upscale. You're a real..." she trailed off, looking for a word, "higher class of guy, than what I'm used to. Don't think Marco saw enough money to eat here in a week, you know?"
"I see." I let the words hang in the air, ambiguous in intent. "Oh, speaking of Marco, that reminds me. Something came up in another case of mine," I told Sonya. "It's nothing that directly concerns you, it just made me remember how sometimes clients can be... ignorant of the law. I'd just like to remind you that anything you tell me is protected by attorney-client privilege. That means I need you to be be completely honest with me."
"Aight, Papi," she said, with a nod. "I get you. I been straight with you since the start of the case."
"Just making sure," I told her. "Something coming up now would be very problematic."
We talked, mostly idle chatter the sort that's not worth repeating. This and that bit of gossip or drama from our respective work communities: an amusing story from her about a drug addict and compulsive kleptomaniac getting smacked around for trying to snatch a five dollar bill from an old lady, a humorous recounting of a faux-pas from me wherein a major player at my firm got dead drunk and hit on a client's wife. That sort of thing. We both laughed at one another's stories, though I'm sure both of us were playing up how amusing we found them for the sake of politeness.
When we ordered, I suspect that Sonya simply picked the second most expensive item on the menu due to not really knowing what anything was. Particularly given she mispronounced it. It was cute, in a way. She seemed to find it tasty enough, if not something to consume with a ravening hunger.
At one point, Sonya paused in her eating, as if suddenly recalling something. "Oh, I should warn you, I got somebody staying at my place."
"You do?" I asked, my brow furrowed in confusion. Who would she have staying with her? Family?
"A slinger, girl in my gang named Eva. She got kicked out of her apartment on account of they're tearing down the building; she didn't know until, like, day before."
"Did they fail to inform her? I could speak to a-"
"No, dumbass just didn't check her mail," Sonya explained. "Anyway. Doesn't matter. Happened like a month ago, she's been bouncing around from place to place, has a tough time getting a new one, bad credit, you know. Decided to let her stay at my place until she can find something."
"Ah. That's very kind of you."
"Yeah. Feels good," Sonya said, with a smirk. "Guess I get why 'Ellie' decided to twist your arm into taking my case, Papi," she said, leaning forward, pushing her tits forward with the movement.
"You are simply incorrigible," I said, with a gentle smile. I leaned forward as well, kissing her tenderly on the lips, tasting the faint, cheesy hint of her meal on them.
By the time the meal was finished (she wound up paying for her share, arguing that she'd picked something quite expensive), both of us were obviously wanting to get to the sexual part of our relationship and leave behind the petty small talk. We drove separately to her place, but I wound up only slightly behind her, and we headed upstairs to her apartment together.
"Remember, try to stay quiet," Sonya whispered as she unlocked the door to her apartment. She took my hand, slowly guiding me inside and to her room, closing and locking the door behind her. She turned to me, and I leaned down to meet her lips, kissing her softly, her tongue stud adding an interesting texture to the makeout. Her fingers slid along my back, groping me, feeling at my body with lewd intent, and I took one hand and simply gripped the back of her head, holding her that way before slowly twisting her around, walking her forward, and finally pushing her down onto the bed.
I got on top of her, pulling her dress up and off, finding her tits bare of any further confinement, leaving her naked but for a pair of panties as I straddled her body. Both of us were quiet, only our breathing audible, her eyes gazing up at mine. My fingers absently swept aside her blue hair, giving me a better look at her eyes, and my cock throbbed in my pants at the sight of such a sexy, powerful woman on her back.
I reached down for her panties, slowly, tenderly pulling them down, and her own hands reached for my belt, undoing it as she smiled up at me. She soon had my cock out, her fingers stroking it as she stared me in the eyes, her breath slow as she lay, naked, beneath me, her breasts on full display, her tattoos drawing the eye. As I looked at her tits, her fingers started to stroke my cock faster, as if to encourage me, and a quiet whisper escaped her lips. "Go ahead and look, Papi."
My cock throbbed at those words, and she smiled even further at that, absently licking her lips. Her fingers stroked me faster and faster, teasing my cockhead with the joint of her thumb as she slowly angled it downward, drawing me forward to keep her stroking me until my tip teased at her sex. All the while, I simply stared at her tits, and her smile never left her lips at the sight. "Fuck me, Papi," she breathed out, her voice quiet, and I gripped her hips and slid into her.
She bit her lower lip, a faint squeaky noisy swallowed in her mouth, and I leaned down, kissing her, my tongue sliding into her mouth with invasive force, her own responding in kind, teasing it, running along my palate as I quietly pumped in and out of her. My hands ran up from her hips to grope her breasts, and she sighed, her body swaying slightly beneath me, before she finally came. Her tits pressed into my hands as her back arched, and she let out a soft groan of pleasure, stifled in her throat for the sake of her guest as I continued to thrust into her convulsing, willing sex.
Her heavy breaths into my mouth were teasing, tickling little caresses, her fingers grasping at my backside, practically clawing at it as she came, hips jerking. When she was finished coming, she fell back onto the bed, breasts heaving as she shuddered in the afterglow, my fingers playing with the soft, plentiful flesh of them, toying with them like so much meat. She squirmed, biting her tongue visibly to keep herself quiet, her cheeks hot, a rosy hue to the olive color that enticed and drove me onward, making me play with them even more as I slowly thrust in and out of her, fucking her into the bed in steady strokes, her breath heavy, her eyes on mine, her hands loosely wrapped around my neck.
Her voice was a whisper as she spoke again. "Do it harder, Papi," she breathed out, and I acquiesced, increasing my pace inside her, pounding her, enjoying the way her tits bounced in my grasp as she slid on the bed from the sheer force of my fucking. The squeaky noises the bed made in response made her let her hands down from my back to press against the headboard, pushing against it to reduce my ability to push her on the bed, quieting the noise a bit as she squirmed under me, before finally orgasming again, cunt squeezing on my cock, eyes rolling up, panting and letting out a quiet moan that she tried to keep under wraps.
At that point, I leaned over her, moving my hands from her tits to her backside, gripping her and pulling her slightly off the bed, carrying her as I continued to fuck her. She whimpered a little in pleasure, eyes rolling around, finger coming up to her mouth as she bit down on the knuckle, her eyes lewdly staring up at me as I fucked her cunt, as I used and enjoyed her sexy body, pounding away, tits bouncing as I held her in my grasp. She wasn't the lightest woman in the world, but her shortness worked in my favor, making it a bit easier to manage as I fucked her to yet another orgasm before laying her back down, head against the headboard and just pounding her into it.
I fucked her relentlessly for a good twenty minutes, enjoying as she repeatedly orgasmed, moaning and shuddering, closing her eyes, panting, squirming. Her legs locked around my hips as I fucked her, her plush ass and thighs providing a soft cushion for the force of my thrusts. Her cheeks were a hot red by the time we were done, her breathing heavy as she kept a finger in her mouth, biting down on it to keep herself quiet.
When I finally finished off, I simply gripped her hips and held myself buried inside her, groaning as I let go. "Come inside, Papi," she breathed out. "Come inside me." Her voice was a soft whisper, the lewd contrast to her normal much louder demands erotic as I held her in place on my cock.
When I was completely finished, I pulled out, leaving her panting and catching her breath on the bed. My throat burned with a need for water, and I got off the bed. "I need a drink," I told her. She nodded, and I left her in place on the bed as I went into the kitchen, practically tiptoeing in socks alone.
I tried to fill the glass as quietly as I could, holding the glass directly beneath the faucet and not filling it up too much. I chugged what I had down, wiping at my lips afterwards, and stepped over to the bathroom to take a piss.
As I opened the door, however, I came face-to-face with a naked Latina girl. Contrary to my expectations, she didn't flinch or yell or anything, just quietly looked at me, eyes large, owl-like. I turned my head to one side before closing the door, putting it between us. "Sorry. I assume you're Eva."
"It's alright," she said, her voice soft.
"I... you should lock the door."
"Sonya offered me to you, right?"
"Ah, sorry?" I said, uncertain what she was getting at.
"She invited me to her place, she has a guy over... it makes sense, that she would..." she trailed off. "You can come in, if you want. I'm not mad or anything. If Sonya wants me to, I can hardly complain."
"I don't think she wants you to. It was just my mistake."
"Oh. Okay."
It was fairly obvious to me that Sonya had not intended me to do anything with Eva. If she had, she'd have been parading the girl in front of me, not hoping for some awkward meeting in the middle of the night. The factoid that many women who would otherwise be homeless managed to couch surf by offering their bodies up came to mind. Perhaps that was how she had been bouncing from place to place.
Still. She was fairly pretty. A little shorter than my wife (so around 5'6", 5'7"), with a slender build rather than having an hourglass figure like Sonya or Elizabeth. A slightly lighter olive tone than Sonya's own, brown hair a tussled curly mess.
I refilled my glass of water, hearing the shower turn on for Eva, and took a seat at the table. My mind was already running things over in my head, what steps to take to bring Sonya yet further under my power. Sonya would require quite a bit of work before she was at the point of having sex where my wife was involved as more than a distant figure of derision, but with her now having a roommate, there were obvious possibilities.
A few minutes later, Eva stepped back out of the shower room, wearing a light camisole and some shorts. I waved to her. "Come here for a second," I said, and Eva nervously strode towards me, taking a seat. "Sorry about seeing you like that, again. My fault."
"It's fine," she said, in a soft voice. She gave me an uncertain smile. "It was an accident. There's no need to apologize."
"I really am just here for Sonya. You're pretty and all, it's just that, well..."
"You're willing to cheat on your wife, but not..." Eva trailed off.
"She's a very beautiful woman, and she happens to be overwhelmingly attracted to me. I'd be a fool to deny her."
"Yeah, beautiful," Eva said, holding her hands in front of her chest, wearing a small smile as she did so. I gave her a polite laugh. "If that's all, Sonya kind of wanted me to stay out of your hair."
"Actually, there is something I wanted to discuss. Your recent eviction."
"What about it?" She asked.
"I'm an attorney. If you could describe the case to me, I might be able to do something."
"Ah, you're her lawyer," Eva said. "I wondered how Sonya even met some rich white guy to fuck." She paused. "No offense. It's just weird for... her to do so."
"How so?"
"She's pretty high up." She pointedly didn't mention how high up, or in what. "Not a lot of chicas interested in a white boy, you know?"
"I take your meaning." I removed a small notebook from my breast pocket. "Please, tell me about your eviction, Ms..."
"Eva is fine," she replied. "Ah, well, they sent me the mail, but the box is like a block away so I never check it. If anybody wants to talk to me, they just call anyways." I nodded along, listening to her story, taking notes as I went. Ultimately, given the facts of the case, any remedy would be a pittance at best and probably not worth the fight. I focused on criminal law, so a civil suit would have been out of my area of expertise, even if it had been a slam dunk. Still, it provided an opportunity to talk with Eva.
Sonya stepped out of her bedroom at around the same time I finished, making Eva freeze up. "What are you talking with my girl about, Papi?" She asked, in a voice that held a hint of threat. I wasn't quite sure if it was towards me or her.
Eva spoke in a quavering voice. "Ah, ma'am, we were just-"
"I didn't ask you," Sonya interrupted. She glanced my way, eyes challenging.
"I was asking her about her eviction," I explained. "We were just wrapping up. Still," I said, keeping Eva sitting. "It's nice to know you have a kind side to you, putting a young girl up in your home out of the goodness of your heart."
Sonya's expression shifted for a few seconds, glancing from me, to Eva, then back again. She took a seat of her own at the table. "Stay," she said, as Eva started to rise. Eva immediately sat down. "You ain't been hitting on my girl here, have you, Papi?"
"No," both I and Eva said simultaneously, Eva with a hint of fear audible in her voice, myself in my constant calm.
Sonya glanced between the two of us, then scooted her seat up to the table. "Great," she said, with a razor-sharp smile.
The conversation that followed was not particularly productive - mostly Sonya subtly reminding Eva of whose house she was in - but it did provide the time I needed to finish applying my power to the girl, so I let her. When Eva did depart back to her room, Sonya turned to me, giving me a long look. Then she smiled, reaching over for my hand. "Come on, Papi," she said, giving it a squeeze. "Let's go back to the bedroom. Call your wife and tell her you're busy with work or something."
At this point, it was the most volatile I'd seen Sonya, so I nodded, going along with her to the bedroom, giving Elizabeth a perfunctory phone call with a transparent lie. We got mostly undressed, and once we were in bed, she curled up on my side. I gave her tits an absent grope as I wrapped an arm around her (earning a pleased little hum), and the two of us fell asleep like that.
When I awoke, it was to the feeling of Sonya's tits wrapped around my cock, her mouth open, letting lewd drool splash down onto my cockhead. She looked up at me, a lewd smile visible in her eyes as she massaged my cock. "I bet your wife doesn't give you a wakeup titfuck like me," she said, with a certain energy to her voice.
"Mmm, she prefers the wakeup blowjob," I gave as a tease, and her fingers pressed tightly into her breasts, flesh pushed out between them as she squeezed her tits tighter around my cock, making my toes curl, fingers digging into the sheats.
That made her smile. "Mhm," she hummed out, as if not believing me, her tits squeezing and milking at my cock, gripping it like a wonderful, pillowy massage, or a particularly soft cunt. "I bet her titfucks don't compare, though," she said, her voice hard, simultaneously aggressive and eager for any approval. "Compared to mine, she's flat, isn't she, Papi?"
"You certainly have a larger bust than her," I agreed, sighing softly as she leaned forward, licking at my cockhead. "Of course, that's not all there is to a woman."
"I'll bet," Sonya replied, massaging her tits around my cock. "Come on. What's so great about her?"
"She thinks that having threesomes with me and another woman is incredibly hot, for one," I said, applying my power to her.
Sonya actually laughed at that. "Come on, Papi." She leaned forward, suckling on my cockhead for a long moment, fingers absently teasing her nipples, before she popped off. "You can be honest with me. I know you ain't getting it that good at home, or you wouldn't be here."
"Wouldn't I?" I teased.
"Generally, if a guy does the whole 'my wife is fine with it' trick, he makes sure a girl doesn't actually meet her," Sonya replied with a smirk. "Now just lean back and enjoy your mistress's big fat tits," she said, leaning her head downward and licking at my cockhead. She soon slurped it into her mouth, sucking noisily on it, her breasts pressing against either side, her drool slobbering down, the crevice warm and wet as she massaged my cock. Her tongue did little rings around my tip where it rested in her mouth, her cheeks hollowing as she intermittently tried to draw my cum out.
I enjoyed myself, simply leaning back, gently brushing my fingers through her hair. There was something uniquely exquisite about receiving oral sex from Sonya that I'd only enjoyed, in a fainter form, with Elizabeth: the knowledge that, in due time, her role in life would entirely change, that every moment she spent in my presence, she was only allowing herself to be drawn deeper and deeper into my clutches.
"Ah, that's good," I breathed. "That's a good girl. I love your tits," I noted, reaching with my fingers for her nipples, giving them a quick pinch. She promptly squeaked and sputtered on my cockhead, her body shuddering as an orgasm ran through her just from getting her nipples teased a little. "You like them too, I see," I said, a certain smile on my lips.
Her cheeks flushed with momentary embarrassment, an unusual sight on the woman's face, but she quickly pushed it down, her eyes focusing instead on her work. When she'd ridden out her orgasm, she popped her lips off. "It's just-" she started, then stopped herself, her tits pressing tight around my cock. "Alright, to be honest, I don't know why, but I've had a hard time coming recently when you're not around. It gets me pent up, when you leave me high and dry."
"So you have been playing with yourself while I'm gone?" I teased, my fingers playing lightly with her nipples as she kept up her titfuck. She let out an erotic pant, her eyelashes fluttering in pleasure. Her whole body twitched for a moment.
"Trying to, anyway, Papi," she breathed out. My toying with her nipples was gentle, a flutter of fingertips along her areolas, and she wore a smile that was born of sexual pleasure and smug self-satisfaction at having her tits paid attention to.
"What do you fantasize about?" I asked her, taking her hard nipples between my thumb and forefingers, one in either hand. I stared her dead in the eyes, teasing her with the possibilities of what I might do.
She audibly swallowed at my touch, her throat bobbing up and down. "You, Papi," she breathed out. I twisted her nipples, and she promptly came with a shudder, her whole body twisting as she ground her breasts against my cock, eyes rolling up, lips parting, a little splash of spit landing on my stomach.
The sight of her, a gang leader with superpowers, twisting and writhing in pleasure at my playing with her tits, pushed me over the edge, and I came, ejaculating on her chin and neck and tits. She sighed in self-satisfaction as splatters of cum covered her olive-colored flesh, even going so far as to start cleaning it up with her fingers, sucking my juices into her mouth with exaggerated pleasure. I was fairly certain she was playing it up a bit, but that didn't make it an enticing sight, watching her lick my cum off her fingers with diligence and enthusiasm.
"Now, Papi," she breathed. "I have to wash off these dirty tits of mine. You want to join me?"
I did. Our hands explored one another's bodies, and I made her come twice more just from playing with her tits, enjoying her sputtering, her just-hidden embarrassment each time. She was obviously not used to being so easily sexually pleasured, and there was a certain uncertainty mixed with neediness in her reactions to it.
After the two of us had showered, I got dressed and started to head out. As I did, I went through the kitchen, where Eva blushed as she saw me, her eyes roaming along my body for just a couple seconds too long before she hurriedly headed back into the guest room where she was staying. It was a nice little confirmation that I'd made proper progress with her.
I didn't have time to do more than quickly change into a fresh set clothes and give my wife a quick kiss before having to head into work again. As a consequence, I made sure to spend the rest of my free time for the day with my wife and children, rather than blowing more of it with Sonya. The fact that I'd already put a command on her for the day - one I wanted to see grow to fruition - only entrenched that thought.
Lunch was a bit of an event, wrangling the children together. The unfortunate side effect of having so many, so young - while once they became a bit older, they'd be able to police one another, at the present stage, it was an endeavor to get them all calm and in one place. Charles was cuddled against his mother's breast, her fingers softly running through his short brown hair, while Logan sat in Nara's lap. Stephanie, on the other hand, got to sit on her lonesome, a sign of her relative age that she took as prestige.
"How have you been doing, Stephie?" I asked Stephanie, wearing a smile.
"Good!" Stephanie said, puffing up a little. "Mama proud!"
"She has been surprisingly easy to handle today," Elizabeth noted. "She was a little sad when you missed dinner."
"Well, I'm sorry, Stephie," I told my firstborn, sincerely. "There's a project I'm working on right now at work." I paused. "I have a thing I need to do. But it'll be done very soon."
"Soon?" Stephanie asked, as if not understanding the word.
"Soon," I repeated.
"Da!" Logan yelled out from Nara's lap.
"That's me," I said, turning to him with a smile. His hair was a more vivid red like his mother's, and he just stared blankly at me. "Did you want something?" He shook his head 'no.' "Alright, then." I turned back to Stephanie. "It should be finished in a month."
"Mon-th?" Stephanie repeated, not knowing the word.
"Thirty days."
"Thir-fy?"
I hesitated. "More than two."
"It will take your father a while to finish his project," Elizabeth interrupted, apparently finding my little battle of wits with a two year old not nearly as adorable as I did. "But when he does, there will be a really big, fun surprise for you."
Stephanie smiled brilliantly at that, clapping her hands. "Sir fies!" She said, excitedly.
"Yes, a surprise," Elizabeth said, enunciating the word. "So be patient and don't complain, okay?" Stephanie nodded very fast at that. "What do you say?"
"Yes, mama," Stephanie said.
"That's my girl," Elizabeth said, smiling, reaching with one free hand to pat Stephanie on the head, the other holding Charles against her breast. Nara had spent much of the time we were talking trying to feed Logan, cooing approvingly when he said one of the handful of words he could manage by this point.
I spent so long interacting with Stephanie - and to a lesser degree Logan, and a bit with Charles too - that I unfortunately did not find the time for some one-on-one with my wife before having to head back into work.
Even though I knew Elizabeth was fine with it, it cemented my decision to ignore Sonya's request that I come over for dinner and made me head straight home. Dinner had a similarly extended nature due to the kids, though Nara wound up taking Logan and Charles upstairs partway through, leaving myself, Elizabeth, and Stephanie together to chat a bit. When dinner itself came to an end, Elizabeth hefted Stephanie up.
"Alright, Stephie. Say bye bye to Daddy, because we're going to see Nara and your brothers."
"Bye bye!" Stephanie said, with an exaggerated wave. Elizabeth gave her a quick peck on the cheek as she carried her on upstairs.
A few minutes later, my wife returned, fingers absently running through her hair as if to ensure it was in good condition. She let out a soft sigh, practically collapsing into me as she wrapped me in a big hug, her breasts pressing against my chest. "Ah, it's so nice to see you, darling," she said, her voice soft and sweet. She tilted her head up, chin perching on my chest. "How are things going with the project?"
"They're proceeding. Sonya's offered up her home to a guest, a young woman who was otherwise homeless due to an unfortunate incident with her previous apartment."
Elizabeth looked at me uncertainly. "Due to you?"
"Yes," I told her, and she smiled at that. "I do take into account your thoughts, don't ever forget that," I said, gently stroking her hair before leaning down to kiss the top of her head.
She smiled at that, standing up straight at last. "I don't, darling." She kissed me on the lips, brief and tender and chaste, her fingers taking hold of my hand and drawing me towards the bedroom. "You can tell me all about it while I enjoy fucking my wonderful, sexy husband."
We proceeded to do exactly that.