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Rita Castillo did not share. She had no problem admitting it: she was spoiled. She knew that, you knew that, the Garden Club ladies knew that, everyone in the Los Angeles area knew that. Her clothes, jewelry, partners were hers, and hers only.
Not that what you two had was anything close to a relationship, not at all. She would never even dare to call you her partner. No. After her previous marriage and a young "actor" had left her unfulfilled, she wasn’t currently interested in romance.
No, you two had an agreement, a deal, that was it. You were hers to use however she saw fit, to fulfill all her needs and desires, to make her scream and moan, but afterward when all was said and done? She was quick to climb out of bed, get dressed and leave. Maybe a very neutral goodbye was said, but nothing more. Not that either of you wanted more. Or did you?
You found this agreement pretty practical: you got to worship the goddess that was Rita Castillo, and as a nice bonus, you got paid a hefty amount of money for your silence, as well as a nice little place in Chinatown she rented out for you (which is also where your encounters would take place). You had been to her place too, but never for sex; you would work as a pool girl or if she was too short-staffed for a party, as a waitress. And of course, she was amazing at pretending you didn’t exist, because why would she even look at you when she was busy entertaining the people that really mattered.
So why was her blood boiling when she saw one of the Garden Club ladies talk to you for just a little bit too long, placing her hand on your forearm and leaning in as she laughed? She encouraged her staff to always be courteous to the guests, but this? This was too much. This one lady in particular was playing with you. And you were Rita’s property.
And Rita Castillo did not share.
For the first time since you had met, she actually walked towards you and addressed you in public. She smiled politely and excused you from the other woman who was just trying to be nice to you, and in her “Garden Club Voice” as you called it, asked if you could help out inside the house. You knew better than to refuse, so you ended the conversation with a smile and proceeded to follow Rita inside.
She made sure the both of you were out of sight from any prying eyes before dragging you wordlessly upstairs and to her bedroom. The one place you never thought you’d see. And definitely, not under these circumstances. In total honesty, the real reason why she brought you up didn’t even cross your mind; as you figured she would simply scold you for talking to her guests, reminding you that you weren’t one of them. Sincerely, that’s what you figured.
So when she pushed you against the door, locking it before ripping your blouse off and running her hands over your body, you were surprised, to say the least. Rita gave you no time to complain as she immediately dove in to make her lips meet yours, her tongue darting inside your mouth and exploring it. For a moment, you realized that for as long as this agreement began, you hadn’t really shared a kiss like this one. Of all the unspeakable things you had done together and to each other, kissing always seemed… too intimate. Too important. Too romantic. This one in particular was filled with fire, passion, possessiveness and… no. No, it couldn’t be.
You instinctively wrapped your arms around her, your hands grabbing her ass and pulling her closer, smiling when she moaned at the feeling. She broke the kiss gasping for air, looking so disheveled and breathtaking, her proper and polite self completely gone at this point.
“You’re mine.”
It wasn’t a question. It was an absolute truth, and you both knew it.
She moved down to kiss and nibble on your neck, biting and running her tongue on your reddened skin, and you felt your knees almost give in. Whatever pain you felt was easily forgotten when you realized that she was claiming you, marking you as hers.
“Yours, baby, all yours”, you breathed out as she moved to your collarbone, giving it the same attention as your neck had. She suddenly stopped, stood up straight and looked you dead in the eye.
“Bed. Clothes off.” You complied immediately, discarding your torn blouse, pants and underwear, laying on her bed and propping yourself up on your elbows. She sauntered slowly towards you, looking at you like a lioness about to hunt down her prey, and you shivered a little at the feeling. She reached under her skirt and lifted it up to her waist and you groaned when she revealed she wasn’t wearing any underwear aside from her stockings and garter. Without another word, she straddled your lap and lowered herself onto your thigh, and you understood what she needed.
Rita let out a choked moan as soon as she started rubbing herself on you, and immediately you felt just how wet she was and could only imagine the mess she was about to make on you. She went fast and hard and you could hear her as you held her in place, helping her ride you, moaning again when you tensed up your leg.
“Mine…all fucking mine…how dare-fuck- how dare she…look at you…”
And then it hit you. She wasn’t mad at you. She wasn’t punishing you. She wasn’t taking out her frustrations on you. Or at least, not in a bad way.
Just like she did before, she was claiming you. In the wildest, most passionate and scandalous way, she was telling herself that no matter what, you were hers and hers only. Maybe this was the only way she knew how to. She didn’t think that you were the one to leave her, but rather, someone else was playing with her most prized possession: you. She had been hurt, and she needed to make it better.
Without skipping a beat, you raised your knee only a little, knowing that the angle and the tensing up of your leg would be enough to throw her over the edge. She leaned forward again and kissed you, this time to moan into your mouth so she wouldn’t scream her head off when she came. You both knew how vocal she could get, and as big as her house was and as far away as her bedroom was from the party, you wouldn’t take your chances.
“Baby… baby I’m all yours. All yours. I promise”, you reassured, your hands on her hips to help her move up and down your thigh. “You wanna come for me baby? Make a mess all over me?”
Rita nodded and rubbed herself faster, whining and whimpering, and you realized you’ve never ever seen something so beautiful in your entire fucking life. She pulled you towards her and kissed you as she came, and you held her even tighter as you felt a warm sensation all over your leg, fighting to ignore the same sensation between your legs.
Slowly, she came down from it, breaking the kiss and sitting up to regain her breathing. You delicately run your hands up and down her legs, as to reassure her. Not a lot of time went by until you both snapped back to reality; Rita had a party to host after all, so she began pulling herself up reluctantly, and as much as you wanted to drag her back to bed and make love to her for the next five hours, her reputation would go down the drain so fast she wouldn’t even know what hit her. Did you say make love, by the way?
Rita walked over to her bathroom while you stretched and stood up, assessing the state of your clothes. Everything seemed to hold up okay, but your blouse was completely ruined and you doubted Rita would have anything in her closet that resembled a waitress’s uniform. Then you assessed yourself in the mirror, and the sight was messy, but beautiful: your hair completely disheveled, your neck, collarbone, and chest showed signs of little red and purple marks that would stand out no matter what you wore, and… well, then there was the thigh Rita had used to make herself come all over you. Not to mention the amount of lipstick on you, both smeared across your lips, face and neck, but also you noticed how at some point, she had delicately kissed you, hard enough to leave an imprint of her lips, but not hard enough to leave marks of any kind.
As Rita exited the bathroom and headed to her vanity set, your eyes met. You looked at her with a very amused smirk on your lips, gesturing to your body and holding up the ripped blouse, and to your surprise, she blushed a little.
“I guess I… I guess I let myself go a little, didn’t I?”, she said while looking down. Was she shy all of a sudden?
“I don’t mind it. It was… certainly different”, you offered, trying to see if she wanted to talk about what had just happened between the two of you.
But Rita Castillo was never good with words, so she just hummed in response and began to adjust her hair and make up. You watched her apply the final touches of lipstick for a few seconds, getting a front row seat to how she became the Rita Castillo again: the one everyone else admired, feared, and envied.
“What is it?”, she asked you, catching a glimpse of you in the mirror.
You shrugged. “Nothing. Lipstick’s a good look on you, that’s all.”
For the second time since you met her, she blushed, but quickly stood up and sauntered over to you, examining you up and down. “Well… I could say the same to you”, she replied, tracing the lipstick stains on your skin.
“Am I yours enough already… ma’am?”, you teased, only half joking.
She smirked and walked back to her vanity, retrieving her tube of lipstick, and back to you again.
“Well, since you ask…”, she said, finding a blank spot right on your tummy, opening the tube of lipstick and tracing over it. You giggled slightly at the ticklish sensation but Rita held you in place, giggling herself at the silliness of the whole situation. As intimidating as she could be, you were lucky enough to catch glimpses of a more playful, innocent Rita- one that perhaps she would have chosen to be if life hadn't treated her the way it did. Maybe there was still time.
“There. All better."
You turned to look into the mirror only to realize that she had written “Rita” with the tube of lipstick on your tummy, and chuckled softly.
“Very nice handwriting”, you teased, secretly loving it. She giggled even more, a little relieved that you took it so well. A moment passed where you looked into each other’s eyes, smiling and enjoying each other’s company, and you both realized that there were so many things that remained unspoken, and that maybe, just maybe, if the stars aligned, you would both want to discuss them.
But now was not the time.
“I… I should head outside now… I can’t have anyone asking questions, but I’ll be back when everyone has left. Shouldn’t be too long.”
“Of course, of course, you do what you have to…”, you trailed off. “I can stay here?”
Rita stuttered a little. Rita never stuttered. “Well, I wasn’t planning on sending you out in…”, she gestured towards your naked body, “…and I’m not sending you home half naked. It seems like a poor choice from my part. Since I uh… since you’re in this state because of me, you can at least be my guest. I’ll send Isabel up here in a little with some hors d'oeuvres.”
“Thank you. I would love that.”
Rita smiled at you one more time before heading towards the door. “It’s the least I can do, is it?”, she asked as she winked at you and walked out of the room. You stared at the door and then back at your tummy, Rita’s name glowing on your skin.
It was true. Rita Castillo did not share. And you had no problem with that.