19. Pharaoh
Chapter Nineteen
PHARAOH
Shit wasn’t sitting right with me with Blythe. I knew she was holding a lot of stuff back. But I was already addicted to her little ass. Like I said, I was a patient man, but I knew if it was up to her, she wouldn’t tell me what the hell was up.
After the shit at the office, I went home and found the card I took from the nigga she gave it to at the club.
He bitched up quick when I approached him and instructed for him to give me his jacket.
He was moving so fast I could hear the seams ripping.
After he placed it in my hands, I searched the pocket I seen her slip it in.
I pocketed the card and tossed his jacket back to him.
I forgot all about it until the crazy ass lady came in the office talking about Blythe being with her man.
The reminder was triggered and I searched up the details.
Mistress Venin was the name. It was a Dom/Sub application.
Questions ranging from do you eat pussy to do you like to be fucked in the ass.
Of course, her questions were presented more professionally but that summed the shit up.
I wanted to believe her when she said she was a virgin, especially because how tight that pussy was but this shit had me questioning everything.
I had my homie that worked security at the club search the footage from that night.
I needed to know little scary asses name.
The shit needed to look real if I was gonna find out what she was up to.
It took me a minute to schedule. One because I was hoping she would tell me and I wouldn’t have to sneak.
The other reason was because there was a bunch of shit going on.
One being Prosper showing up at my house for my baby sister.
After I dealt with this shit I would be dealing with his bitch ass next.
When Blythe opened the door, her eyes bugged damn near out her head.
I was the last person she wanted to see but I didn’t give a fuck.
I was over sneaky muthafuckas. Can’t lie her ass looked sexy as fuck in her short as shorts and bra shit.
Them big ass titties sat up perfectly in that bra with the nipples covered.
Even her mask was sexy. I was turned all the way on.
I scanned her frame processing it to my core memory.
“You gonna let me in angel?” I spoke waiting patiently.
“Pharaoh, what the hell are you doing here?”
“I have an appointment with Mistress Venin. That you?” She shifted nervously.
“Don’t be scared now Dom. Welcome your sub in.
” She stepped back a little letting me in.
I had enough room, but I purposely brushed by her and made my way in.
The room was dope. Set up similar to her office in black, green and gold.
She had chains and whips lining the walls and bondage hanging from the floor in the middle of the room.
My dick jumped thinking of all the freaky shit I could do to her in here.
But I also wondered what somebody else was doing to her in here.
“You have to remove your shoes and get on your knees.” I chuckled and looked at her. She was looking down at the floor, rubbing her hands together.
“I don’t kneel love.” She looked up at me and frowned.
I winked and made my way over to the center of the room.
She had butt plugs on ice, nipple clamps and thick ass paddles.
Shit was gonna get really nasty in here.
“So, you gonna introduce me to your world?” I motioned around the room waiting patiently.
I sat down on the plush green couch and made myself comfortable.
Like a switch went off her expression shifted. Her demeanor went dark. She moved over to the wall and pulled an X shaped cross forward. I watched her maneuver around the room with ease. She made the come here motion with her index finger. Taking the bait, I stood and made my way to her.
“Remove your shoes.” I smirked and did as she asked.
“Pants and shirt as well.” I listened, removing everything slowly and never breaking eye contact.
I tossed everything to the side and stood before her in nothing but my socks and briefs.
She pushed me backwards against the X machine and tied my wrist before securing my legs.
“Do I get a safe word?” I asked watching her move like an expert. Chuckling she shook her head no.
“Not at all. You aren’t safe.” She whispered before kissing my lips. She pulled down my briefs just enough to have my shit springing free. Her long ass nails grazed my shaft and made me shudder. Her hands creeped up my body. Shit felt good as fuck. I wasn’t used to being touched like this.
“Damn baby.” I spoke
“Mistress Venin.” She corrected. Gripping my balls she squeezed tight.
“Shit, Mistress Venin. Fuck.” Two seconds in and I was moaning out like a bitch. I wanted to grab her hand and make her stroke my shit, but I couldn’t move my arms.
“I will play nice just this once.” She kissed me again this time I stuck my tongue in her mouth deepening it. She sucked on it and stroked my erection. Her small warm hands felt good as fuck.
“Shit!” I hissed out. She sped up her strokes and continued to suck on my tongue. Her other hand gripped the back of my neck pulling me further into her.
“Cum for me.” She spoke in between pecks to my lips.
Her lips trailed down to my neck then to my chest. She definitely had me feeling like a bitch when she licked my nipples and sent a sensation straight to my dick.
She used both hands, one on my shaft and the other fondled my nuts.
Her soft as tongue on my nipples. Faster and faster, she moved.
My nuts tightened and I erupted like a fuckin’ volcano.
“Shit, shit, shit! B fuck!” I yelled out shooting my load all over her floor.
“Good boy.” She smirked. Her heels clicked against the floor moving away from me, but she returned with a bottle of water and held it to my lips. “Drink.”
“Untie me and I will.”
“Pharaoh, drink the damn water.” Her brow was raised looking as if she wanted to punch my ass. I licked my lips and allowed her to lift the bottle back to my mouth. The shit was cold as fuck and felt good going down. She smiled before removing my restraints.
“That it?” I asked rubbing my wrist and stuffing my dick back in my pants.
“For now.” She smiled. I moved over to her and pulled her into my arms. She smelled so damn good. I couldn’t help but kiss up her shoulder to her neck.
“My turn. You shouldn’t have taken it easy on me.” My hand unclasped her bra letting it hit the floor and her big ass titties to spring to life. I pulled back looking her over. Her eyes ballooned before she pushed her shoulders back and relaxed. “Scared?” I returned to kissing her soft ass skin
“Not at all.” She spoke confidently.
“Good. You shouldn’t be. Trust me baby. The pain will be amazing.” The pulse in her neck sped up and throbbed against my lips. “Call me sir.”
“Sir?” She questioned.
“That’s right baby. Address me as sir. Understood?”
“Okay.” I grabbed her neck forcefully and bit down on her lip.
“What did I say?”
“Yes, sir.” She corrected. I was gonna have so much fun taming her.
“Good girl.” I moved around her grabbing the restraints for the ceiling harness. I wanted her up in the air, hanging freely by the hands. “What’s your safe word angel?” She smacked her lips and studied my movements as I tied the straps. “You losing your hearing?”
“No!” She fussed still watching me tie her to the hanging chains from the ceiling. Her ass still thought she was in control. Walking over to the stand I pulled out a black blindfold and made my way back to her. Removing the mask from her face. I kissed her lips softly before thumbing her cheek.
“Safe word?” I gave a small squeeze to her throat
“Mercy.” She whispered out breathlessly.
“Good girl.” I tied the blindfold securely around her head making sure she couldn’t see, not even a little bit. “Where’s the remote for this?”
“Why?”
“Are you questioning me?” I reached for the nipple clamp and positioned it securely on her left nipple.
“Ahh, shit. Sir. Please.”
“Please what angel? Does that hurt?”
“No, no sir.” I smiled even though she couldn’t see me.
“Good girl. Now I will ask again. Where is the remote love?”
“Why? Don’t lift me in the air.”
“Tisk tisk angel. After you did so well.” I reached over and grabbed the other clamp. Licking her nipple, I twirled my tongue around it making her moan out in pleasure. Before she could really start to enjoy my pleasure, I pinched down with the clamp.
“Oh my God!” She yelled out.
“Not God baby. Just Pharaoh. Now, final warning. Remote.”
“Shit, shit. Okay. By the door.” I looked in that direction and noticed a clear display housing several keys and remotes.
Leaving her panting I moved over to them and read each remote.
Taking my time because I know she was waiting impatiently for me to return.
I found the one that said ceiling elevator. This shit was gonna be fun.
“So, what do you need your subs to say again?” I connected tiny, long chains to her nipple clamps and tugged to see if they would hold.
“Wait, oh my, wait, Pharaoh please.”
“Excuse me? What’s my name angel?”
“Sir, I’m sorry. Sir.”
“Good girl.” I pressed the remote and she started to lift painfully slow. “What must your subs say? I agree?”