Chapter 9
Precisely at midnight, my fiancée enters my home, and the heavy doors lock with a loud click that makes her jump. She stops in the dark hallway, and I press my body against her back, moving the tempting lock of hair on her shoulder I’ve been eyeing all night.
I kiss her neck, over her pulse so I can feel it pounding on my lips. If she fears anything, she has healthy instincts, because she’s not leaving my castle but for a brief escorted trip home to gather up her things and return for the rest of her life.
“I want to fuck you right here and right now,” I say at her ear.
“Spread your legs and lift your dress.” I drag my fingers over the hem of the dress and pull it up and over her behind.
“I'll bend you over with your hands around your ankles while I ram your little hole.” I sneak my hand between her ass cheeks and poke her back hole. “This hole, in case you’re wondering.”
Nessa doesn’t reply. Her breathing tells me she’s excited.
“Unless you want me to do that, I suggest you move inside the house.”
She reaches behind her and tries to straighten her dress, but I tap her hand and tsk.
“Okay,” she says more to herself than me.
I don’t need her permission or agreement.
We’ve gone past that and into uncharted territories I’m navigating with my fiancée.
This isn’t a one-night stand or even a one-hour fuck, and I’ve never gone this route with anyone else, so it’s all new for me as well.
Nessa moves into the living space and heads straight for the wall of windows overlooking Chicago.
I watch my city every morning for no less than twenty minutes.
The view calms me and prepares me for a busy day.
It’s the only quiet thinking time I get.
At night, my brain’s too fried to think, and I generally come home and head straight for the bedroom.
I’ll be heading there soon, but not to sleep.
There won’t be much sleeping this evening.
Her ass exposed, I linger back, and the view is more pleasing now with her in it. Nessa has a fantastic ass. One of those larger ones with broad hips. I rub my itchy palms together and take a seat at my thinking chair, the worn-out one, not one of the new ones I got for show.
Nessa turns. “It’s beautiful.”
“I know. It’s why I bought it.” She can take what she wants from that sentence. The hotel, the apartment in it, her, all of the above.
I make no move. I watch her squirm before I open my mouth to tell her what to do.
She likes to be told what to do. But as always, Nessa surprises me.
She keeps her eyes locked with mine and unzips her dress.
It falls from the top and lingers on her middle, and I lean back, grabbing the chair’s armrest lest I attack her and fuck her against the window.
Hmm. “Do you want me to fuck you against the window?”
Nessa stammers something I can’t understand.
“It’s a yes or no question.”
“Yes.”
I nod, filing it away for consideration. “Carry on, baby.”
She unsnaps her bra and lets it fall down her arms, spilling out her gorgeous tits.
I note she glanced at my erection. “Do you want to see my cock?”
She nods.
“Later.”
Nessa swallows.
I release my tie and fold it neatly over the armrest, shrug off my suit jacket next, fold it neatly as well. “Crawl here and undress me.”
Her eyes widen for a second as she processes what I ordered. “Oh, my sweet vanilla girl,” I say. “You heard me correctly.”
Nessa drops to all fours, and those perfect large tits sway as she crawls.
Between my spread legs, she stops, rests her palms over her thighs, and sits back on her heels.
She has no idea this is how a submissive approaches a dominant and that this sort of thing pleases me.
Because her hands are on her thighs, they push up her breasts.
I grit my teeth so I don’t reach over and grope her. I very much want to grope her.
“You’re such a good girl, Nessa.”
Her eyes search my face, then she leans in and goes straight for my belt.
I tsk and slap her wrist.
Her hands fly off, and I snatch them by the wrists, squeeze a little, not too hard, but hard enough. I pause for a second, then move her arms to my chest. “The shirt first. You’ll get to lick off your cum from Daddy’s cock later. Don’t worry. I know you want to suck it.”
Nessa scoots closer and leans in, starts unbuttoning my shirt, pauses, looks up. “Tattoos,” she says.
“Mmhm,” I mumble and remove the clip holding her hair. The curls spill over her shoulders and face, and I resist the urge to fist it and pull her head down so she can suck me. “Those pretty lips are gonna look nice around my dick.”
She unbuttons my shirt, and I sit up and remove it.
I hand it to her to see what she’ll do, expecting her to fold it like I’ve folded the suit jacket.
Nessa brings it to her nose. It’s an instinct, and it takes her a few seconds to snap her gaze back to me, blushing, realizing she’s done that.
Got ya, baby girl. You’re mine. This is Animal Mating 101.
I sniff the female in heat. She sniffs back. Boom. We get it on and make babies.
Folding my shirt neatly over the armrest, she says, “Dragon tattoos.”
“From Japan,” I say. “Did my internship there.” My mentors mostly live there and are members of Yakuza, but I don’t say that. I think the crowd at the table tonight has given her an idea of the kinds of people I enjoy associating with.
Although they’re high risk, they’re good for protection, and when business doesn’t go my way, I can ask for favors.
When one takes no risks, one stays in the comfort of one’s two-bedroom apartment with a view of the wall of the house next to it where a drunk dad returns home at three in the morning and starts strangling his sleeping wife.
I didn’t grow up with money. My parents didn’t always have what they have now. I wasn’t always this lucky. The harder I worked, the luckier I got.
“They’re beautiful. Unexpected.” She runs both palms over my chest, and my abdominal muscles tighten, cock jerking, precum starting to leak out of the head. Nessa reaches for the belt, but pauses to look at me, asking for permission.
She wants the cock.
I will deny it.
I shake my head and grab her elbows to pull her up, and she sits on my lap. She cups my face, then leans down to kiss me.
I grab her throat to stop her. “Also later.” Okay, maybe a little now.
I peck her lips, murmuring against them, “I will make love to you as one would to his wife. I promise. But when one is not vanilla, one must also play a little. Don’t worry, stop means stop to me.
With that out of the way, climb on my face so I can eat pussy while I spank you. ”
I release her neck and get comfortable on the chair, then throw my head back.
I grab her thighs and lift, positioning that virgin pussy right above my mouth. It’s pretty. Cute. Small. I nip the labia, holding her up so she can’t sit on my face and rub. Yet. She’s so wet, she might drip on me.
I want to see if I can make her drip on my face.
At the tip of my tongue, her clit is swollen and hard, and I flick it, then watch Nessa’s hair curtain her face, eyes close.
She’s holding one of her breasts and moaning, and I drop my arms a bit to bring her pussy closer to my mouth so I can suck on her clit and flick it at the same time.
I position her so she can hold herself up on the back of the chair because I need my hands.
I rub my palms together and start spanking her.
At first, her eyes snap open, but because spanking is designed to hurt, her eyelids close tightly, hair jerking forward as I hit that fine ass repeatedly, counting, waiting for signs of discomfort. Finding nothing but parted lips and bliss on her face pleases me.
Nessa lowers herself onto my mouth and rubs.
I jut out my jaw, and she groans, saying my name in a whisper.
I grab her hips and stick my tongue out as far as it’ll go to cover all her entrances and the clit, and then I move her hips over my tongue, up and down and up and down while she’s going crazy above me, moaning loudly, saying my name over and over again. Like a prayer. I became holy.
Her body tenses.
I run my tongue over her slit faster, pressing her pussy on my mouth as much as physically possible.
When she comes, she screams, her body convulsing on my face, and I lift her up, watching her pussy until I see pretty liquid collect at the entrance.
I wait a second for more of it and let it drip on my lips.
I lick it, watching out for more. Unfortunately, dripping pussy is almost a myth, so I lick off the rest of the liquid straight from the source.
Above me, Nessa’s body starts feeling heavy.
She wants to collapse in bliss, so she’s ready now.
I move her to sit on my lap. Heaving breaths, she looks up, blue eyes glazed and sparkling.
I love this look on her. Can’t wait to see what she’ll look like after I fuck her.
I secure her and stand. She yelps and holds on to me, cupping my face as I stride to the bedroom.
She wants to kiss me. I think she wants the connection, and I haven’t given her one. But I promised I would make love to her, not fuck her, so when she leans in, searching my eyes for signs of refusal, I tell her, “You can kiss me now.”
She tilts her head before she closes her eyes and attacks my mouth.
We’re making out. She’s eager, fast, passionate, grabbing my hair, fisting it, even…
and I stop somewhere before my bedroom because I can’t see where the fuck I’m going.
I side-eye my position and catch a glimpse of my kitchen on the left, desk space on the right, so I’m somewhere in front of my bedroom door.