Chapter 19 Raymond’s Place #3
After that, knowing I could control his thrust, I went in, sucking, slobbing, pulling him deeper into my mouth.
I reached my arms out, moving through the shadowed void, and grabbed his ass as I controlled the motion.
His hands gripped my sides, and I felt him seizing.
The smokey taste of his cum, drips that told me I almost had him, filled my mouth.
“Damn it!” he cried out, and I continued. “You want this cum?”
“Yes,” I mouthed around his dick then went into vacuum mode.
“Fuck!” His hands found my tits, and he held them like handlebars as he unloaded down my throat, trembling until the last drop. Then, his dick faded from my mouth.
I swallowed the smokey flavor happily, a triumphant smile on my face quickly replaced by shock when Raymond tested me again. His hands were back on my ass, his mouth on my pussy, and then one finger slid into my ass. I knew what it was. He wanted to know if I would let him.
I gave him the silent cue and pushed my hips back, thrusting my ass against his hand, encouraging him to explore my body more.
He responded with a low chuckle against my pussy before he stopped licking me.
He stepped away as the shadows that held me in the air flipped me back over and carried me to the chair by the window.
The shadows placed me on the chair knees first so my ass was in the perfect position for what he wanted.
I looked back at him in anticipation of his approach.
With each step, he stroked his dick, and it once again grew to attention.
When he reached me, he placed his right hand on my ass, still stroking himself with his left.
His thumb slipped into my pussy first and then found its way back to my asshole. He smiled when a moan escaped me.
“You want it?” he asked.
I nodded.
“I can’t hear you.” He stuck his thumb in deeper. “I want to hear you say it, Jericha.”
“Yes, I want you,” I said.
I prepared myself for his dick to slip into my ass. That was clearly what he wanted, but he didn’t go for it. Instead, he thrust into my pussy, deep and fast, then remained there for a moment before starting a slow and steady stroke. He kept going, thumb in ass, dick in pussy.
I gripped the chair, arching my back as much as I could. I pushed back, meeting his thrusts, helping him move deeper inside. Then, he stopped, and his hand found my throat to lift me. His mouth next to my ear, he growled.
“Tell me I’m the right one,” he spoke, and my pussy quivered around his dick.
I knew exactly what he wanted: permission to enter.
I said nothing, wanting to know what he would do if I denied him.
He pulled his dick out of my pussy, just to the tip, then slammed back inside me.
He waited, and I said nothing. Two of those shadowed hands appeared in front of me.
They moved to my breasts and pinched my nipples.
I had to keep the smile from my face; I liked it, but I wouldn’t let him know it.
“Say it,” he demanded.
“Say what?” I looked back at him.
“You want to play those games?” The hands on my nipples heated, and I squealed as my head snapped forward. I looked down to see the fingertips slowly glowing red.
“Okay,” I said, and they cooled instantly. “Damn, you didn’t even give me a chance.”
“That was just a warning.” He kissed my jaw. “Let me hear it.”
“You’re the one,” I said as his lips moved to my neck.
“The only one,” he instructed between kisses, and the shadowed fingers warmed a little, a warning that I should do as he asked.
“You’re the only one.”
His hand slid from my throat to cover my mouth. “Spit in it.”
I spit in his hand then waited as he pulled from my pussy and covered his dick in my spit. Extra lube for his entry.
He placed his hand on my back and pushed me forward. My stomach clinched in anticipation, and I had to remind myself that clinching was not the move. So, I took a deep breath and relaxed.
He pressed against my asshole for a moment then slowly entered. I inhaled sharply when he first pushed inside. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d let anyone do it. The pain of adjustment faded fast, and then there was pleasure, pure and intense.
I slipped my hand between my thighs and rubbed my clit.
The combination of his hands on my hips, dick thrusting into my asshole, and my own fingers rubbing slow circles on that special spot quickly had my legs shaking.
But even that wasn’t enough, because I felt the heat of those shadows working for him.
They moved across my back, up to my shoulder, down my arm, across my hand.
They danced around my fingers before slipping inside my pussy.
Moments later, that heat, that tingle that followed, found my G-spot.
“Fuck!” I cried out, gripping the chair for dear life. “I’m coming.”
“No. Not yet,” he said, and it was like everything stopped. The shadows pulled back as he lifted me from the chair and carried me over to the bed.
He disappeared while I lay there, on edge and highly irritated. When he returned, he had a towel in his hand and stood in front of me, cleaning off his dick, and the shadows returned. They moved in and out of my pussy, slow and unnerving, just enough to keep my body humming.
I realized what he was doing, and those hands appeared again, pulling my legs apart.
Did he just clean his dick before entering my pussy? Okay, consideration!
Raymond climbed into the bed, positioning himself on top of me. Then, he kissed me. His lips captured mine, stealing my breath as his dick slipped into my pussy. He fucked me slow and deep, each dive a targeted effort. My body seized beneath him. My nails dug into his back.
“Please,” I moaned. I couldn’t believe it, but I was asking for his permission to orgasm.
He had me. He knew it.
The deep chuckle rumbled in his chest, and then he whispered in my ear, “Let it go, baby.”
And I did. I came.
“Good girl.” Raymond remained on top of me until my legs stopped trembling. He kissed my lips, my chin, my neck. “I’ll run you a bath.”
He stood from the bed, and as he walked away, the shadows appeared with a blanket to cover my body.
The heated cover felt like heaven. I smiled as I pulled it closer to my face, snuggling into it, then groaned when the alarm sounded in my bag.
I lifted my head, wanting to check the alert but refusing to get up.
Raymond chuckled and nodded, and the shadows brought me the phone.
I tapped the cracked screen and frowned. “Oh no.”
“What is it?” He stopped at the doorway. “Is everything okay?”
“The alarm at the job.” I opened the app to view the cameras. There was nothing outside, no evidence of a break-in. I assumed it was a false alarm and entered the code to avoid the call to the cops, but something inside me said check the other cameras.
So, I did. Everything looked fine. The gym, kitchen, front office.
It was all good—until I opened the camera in my office.
The harsh glare of the lights illuminated the chaos: papers were strewn across my desk, broken pieces of the planter behind it.
I quickly opened the previous recording stored in the cloud.
Natalie was there, standing in the office. “What was she doing there so late?” I narrowed my eyes as I watched her organizing items on her desk and doing a happy little dance.
I tapped the screen preparing to fast forward the video but paused when I saw the movement in the corner behind her.
Something was there. I sat up, fear constricting my chest like a vise as the video's edge dissolved into an ominous black.
Out of the shadows came a figure, its shape vaguely human but with an unnatural stillness that spoke of something otherworldly.
It grabbed Natalie and, as terrified as I knew she must have been, she fought that fear and did the smartest thing she could. Natalie hit the silent alarm, the button just beneath the desk. Then, the shadows swallowed them both.