Chapter 21 #2
“I have something else to show you. Let’s go in.” I guided her back the way we came and through the house.
My darkroom, as I called it, was within the wall panel of my bedroom in my closet. My bedroom took up most of the second floor. I had several walls knocked out, and the closet expanded to accommodate it.
“Take your clothes off,” I ordered from my spot in front of the door.
We always played this game. I gauged how well she submitted to my direction.
She peeled her clothes from her body. Never speaking or breaking eye contact with me.
I palmed my dick through my slacks. Tisha was so fucking sexy.
Her ability to not only protect me but satisfy my urges in the bedroom made me want her more.
“Lie back. I can’t wait to fucking taste you.”
I unbuttoned my shirt, throwing it over my shoulder, and stalked toward the bed. I kneeled before her and dove in, loving her taste on my tongue. Her hips ground against me. When I inserted my fingers and nibbled on her clit, she exploded. Tisha shattering was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen.
I quickly got to my feet. My dick pushed through the front of my pants, ready to be released. I discarded slacks and boxer briefs. Returning to my place between her legs, I hoisted them on my shoulders and plunged into her.
“I’m not going to be gentle.” I pulled out only to dive in harder, at a fast, but steady pace.
My weight pushed her legs toward her shoulders, opening her even more to me.
I was deeper than I’d ever been inside her before.
My balls tightened and my shallow hard thrust shifted to a slow grind until I couldn’t hold back anymore and let go.
Sated, I pulled out of Tisha, retreating to the bathroom for a warm cloth. When I returned, she was dozing. There was plenty of time to show her my secret. I’d planned on keeping her in my bed for the near future.
“What is all this?” she asked through yawns, sitting up on her elbows as I made my approach back to the bed. “I thought you had something to show me.”
I reached out to her. It was now or never. She stared for a moment, then placed her hand in mine. I pulled her up from the bed into a warm embrace. I pecked her lips. She didn’t resist as I guided her to the closet.
“All these years and I haven’t shown you who I really am.”
“You want to show me your closet,” she deadpanned.
I threw a smirk over my shoulder. “You’ll see.”
I slid back the doors and flicked on the switch.
“Holy shit!” she exclaimed. “This place is bigger than my fucking apartment.”
I didn’t know whether to be amused or angry at her comment.
My closet was big, but for my closet to be bigger than the apartment I briefly visited, I found I didn’t like it.
I didn’t care for the idea of her not having enough space.
It made me want to ask her to move in here.
Quickly, I pushed it to the back of my mind.
I liked my solitude, and we weren’t a couple, so there was no need to live together.
She moved around my closet, eyeing the many suits and shoes organized by color.
“This isn’t what you need to see.” I walked by her toward the back of the closet. I pushed open the door hidden among the wall panels.
“Oh my gosh,” she whispered in awe, coming further into the closet to stand directly behind me. “A secret door!”
I opened the door wider and stepped over the threshold. I moved aside so that she could enter the room. The place illuminated with a soft golden hue gently caressing the stark white walls.
“More than just a secret door, Tisha.”
She gawked at the different apparatuses throughout the room.
In the middle sat the gold leather chair, hanging from the lowered ceiling.
She gently pushed it, the seat quietly swung back and forth.
Then she walked to the small bench shaped like a picnic table.
Tisha examined it, then moved around the room until she came to the bed on a dais at the back of the room.
She sat on the edge, alert and observant, but most of all, curious.
I hadn’t moved from just inside the door. I didn’t want to influence her in any way, but as I watched her eyes widen with recognition and lower with embarrassment, my dick hardened again. But I wouldn’t push her. What we did would be totally up to her.
“It took you five years to show me this?” She motioned around the room.
“I have dark urges, but I wanted to keep you. This room sometimes makes women.” I paused, looking for the right word. “Skittish.”
“I can see that.” She continued to look around the room. “But I’m not a skittish woman.” She rose from the bed, making her way to the swing. She settled in front of it, grabbed each chain on either side of her, and hopped up onto the seat.
I studied her as she wiggled, trying to get comfortable, then gave me a pointed look.
“My legs.”
Gauging from the look in her eyes, she was serious. Sauntering to the swing, I gently raised her leg and put it in the cuff, then the other one.
“Is that too tight?”
She shook her head. “No.”
I stepped back and admired her strapped in the chair. Her pussy glistened with a mix of our juices. Tisha was beautiful suspended there, and I was hard as fuck ready to dive deep.
“This will be hard, baby. Nothing slow and drawn out.” I plunged deep into her. “You’ve got me too hot for that.”
Holding the chains of the chair, I used them to guide Tisha back and forth on my dick, harder and harder until her moans turned into screams.
“Rub your clit, baby, while I watch my dick disappear into your pussy,” I ordered.
Her tempered whimpers turned into long, loud moans as I fucked her. Her receptiveness and acceptance were a heady combination as her pussy gripped my shaft in quick flutters, pulling a groan from me.
“That’s it, baby, you’re close.”
Fuck, so was I. My balls drew tight, and I tingled from my head to toe, using the chains as leverage to ram into her.
While she broke, I fell to pieces with her, not wanting the sensations going through my body to ever end, but at the same time, needing the grip her pussy had on my manhood to loosen.
I slowed the chair, pausing long enough to catch my breath.
I uncuffed her legs gently, letting them down.
I lifted Tisha from the swing and walked into my bedroom with her cradled in my arms. Kissing her on the forehead, I laid her gently on my bed and wrapped us in my comforter.
I pulled her as close to me as she could get.
“Stay with me,” I grunted, as she drifted off.
Tisha nodded and sighed. Relief swept through me, and I let go of the breath I was holding. Tisha was who I wanted to stay in my bed.