you’re a child of divorce except it’s for your sugar!parents, valeria & alejandro.
you were their little princessa, always being spoilt. valeria was obsessively controlling, keeping you in her bed, soft in moisturiser and silk, rolling in jewels. she was tempted to get you a fat, heavy collar too, if it weren’t for alejandro.
instead of listening to his woman, he wanted to take you out. let you travel the world, go shopping wherever you wanted, and know that it was because of his money.
valeria didn’t like that one bit, and the cracks in your arrangement started to show.
most obviously in the sex.
what was once absolute pampering for you (who can get you to cum first, who can get you to cum the most, etc., etc.) has now turned into hate sex, and you’re stuck in the middle.
they’re growling and spitting at each other in a spanish that makes it impossible for you to keep up — not that you’re entirely there in the first place.
with alejandro underneath you, rutting into your ass with your back collapsed on his chest, your body was already jelly. but pair that with valeria slamming into your panocha with your favourite strap? you honestly couldn’t care less about what they were arguing about through you, not with the way you could feel the two lengths sliding against each other through the thin internal wall.
you do, however, care when you wake up chained to a silky bed in a foreign place, valeria grinning like a cheshire cat when she murmurs, “he won’t be bothering us anymore, princessa.”
