Chapter 5
Amaris
Valentine’s Day
He was on his knees in front of me, eyes covered while I could only see his nose and lips, those perfect ass lips.
“I wish you could see yourself right now. The sight has me prematurely creaming,” I moaned.
I was completely enthralled with the black leather mask he wore, so enthralled I couldn’t wait to grab the hood’s handle while he ate me senseless.
Something like last night would suffice but I knew this would be different. Tonight would be darker, more intense.
On his knees he was just there, licking those thick ass lips and looking at me. My soul flared.
“Can I taste it?” he asked, palms out flat.
I licked my lips, glancing around the dark room, watching the man so used to being in charge simper.
“Amaris.”
I tapped my tongue against the roof of my mouth. “You know the rule.”
“Madam,” he said almost instantly, only to be met with silence again.
Hell yeah I wanted him to taste it, but not yet. Not until he felt like he was about to bust. Not until he was just as crazy as he’d made me last night.
“Good boy,” I said after a pregnant pause.
He exhaled a relieved breath, which sent a jolt down my spine. I counted to five, then moved in his direction. When I was finally in front of him, I knelt, dragging my index finger from the handle at the top of his head to where the leather stopped.
“Can I ta—” He licked his lips as I pressed my index finger to them
“Yes,” I said simply. “When I say so.”
The leather mask he wore transformed him. Those serious eyes didn’t bore into my soul or make me timid under their glare. The mask screamed obedience and set my soul ablaze with the dangerousness and edge.
My fingers traced the thread on the mask before resting on his nose. He relished my touch a little too much, so I snatched back. In the same motion, I saw his hand move.
“Hands stay where they are, remember?” I reminded him.
A sound similar to defeat escaped his lips. “You feel this? Me? Where are we, even though you can’t see anything? Do you trust me?”
He nodded.
“Speak to me.” My hand found his chin, tilting his face up.
Of course he licked his lips before words flowed from them. “Yes.”
“Say it.”
“I trust you.”
I grinned, letting his face go and stepping back. With every step backward I saw torture rise in him because I was stepping away.
His hands twitched. He was so used to being in control that it pained him. When my eyes found his face, I noticed his tightened jaw.
Playing with him was playing with myself, even though the more I withheld, the heavier the moment became.
I backed all the way up until my bare legs met the bed. I fell back against it, opening my legs wide, as if he could see me.
“Crawl to me,” I demanded, watching his naked body as he got on all fours and moved in my direction without sight.
He grunted like a rabid animal sniffing for prey.
“You’re warmer,” I crooned, covering my mouth with one hand and massaging my wetness with the other.
“You’re so fucking warm,” I moaned right before he reached the bed. With the hand that had been covering my mouth, I reached down and grabbed the handle of his mask, pulling him up, positioning his head right between my legs.
“Just a taste,” I murmured right before his lips latched onto my pussy like he was trying to swallow it whole. Shit, was he trying to swallow it whole?
He grunted in response, prompting me to reach for the handle and tug it up, fucking up his connection.
“What did I say?” I asked, my voice housing just a little too much bass. I just knew under his mask he was mugging the shit out of me. I felt it.
“Just a taste.”
“Just a taste, what?” I asked, my eyes focused where my hand gripped the mask. I just knew when I’d seen this mask earlier I’d like it. There had been something about it… This was the something about it I knew I’d like. He couldn’t look a me, but I could look at him.
“Madam.”
I smiled hard, pushing his head back into my center. And with my permission. he went back to work.
“Fuckkk,” I whined as soon as he tossed my thighs onto his shoulders, gaining more access. It was almost like I had starved this man, when I knew for a fact he’d enjoyed our brunch just as I had.
His tongue latched on and his hand gripped my thigh, holding while he feasted.
I had come so hard I forgot where I was. Then, to make matters worse, he was still down there, lapping up the mess he’d made like a good boy.
When I had enough, I tugged at the handle of his mask before I spoke. “Lay on your back and keep your arms at your sides. Don’t touch me either.”
He groaned and I smiled so hard my teeth hurt.
Julian was on his back within seconds, and I visibly saw him flexing from the restraint he exercised.
I stood, looking him over. He only wore satin boxers and the leather mask.
“I wanna play a game. Do you want to know what game I wanna play?” I leaned against him, sure to touch him.
He grunted. “Ye…yes.” The word was chopped when my hands went into the band of the black satin boxers.
“It’s simple. Here are the rules.” I jerked back and forth on his jawbreaker solid girth.
His teeth chattered.
“You want me to stop?” I asked, momentarily pausing and smirking.
“No, fuck. No, keep—”
I squeezed him, then let go. “The game is called… Amaris Says. Kinda like Simon Says, but everything we do in here will be what I say. Does it sound like a fun game to you?”
He grunted.
“Use your words.” I smiled, loving the ability to tell him that.
“Yeah, it sounds fu-fun.”
At this point I was addicted to hearing him caught up in his words. I was so used to him being in control of every situation that this right here caused great joy.
I leaned in front of him and licked his thick mushroom tip.
“Ssshh,” escaped his lips and again I smiled.
“Amaris says, don’t make a sound.” I looked between the massive girth in my hand and him.
His lips were clamped so tight that his jaw was squared.
Yep, he was seconds from losing his shit and that lowkey excited me.
At least he was getting a little bit of what he’d inflicted on me last night.
After all, he had fucking bitten me. Of course, he knew what he was doing; he’d done this before.
Duh, Amaris! By this not being his first rodeo, he was more secure in his role.
Me on the other hand? I hadn’t done any research.
Shit, instead I relied on what I remembered from Fifty Shades of Gray and how being in this space with him made me feel.
“You got that?” I asked, testing to see if he had actually played Simon Says before.
He didn’t respond, instead balling his fists at his sides and locking his lips shut.
“Good boy.” I grinned, leaning down and deciding to test him once again.
On my knees in front of him, I took him into my mouth slowly, because he was so big.
I created enough saliva in my mouth to force him down my throat then nearly regurgitated him.
This had been so easy with my ex due to his average size, but with Julian it was arduous, because he was so big, but I managed to swallow and suck until I felt an orgasm seeping from his pores.
“Amaris says, don’t come. Hold it.”
A silent grunt escaped his tight lips and I grinned before climbing into his lap. He felt like a ticking timebomb under me and it was exhilarating.
I grinded against him a few times then reached for his hands. “Amaris says, hold me right here.”
He was quick to grip my hips so tightly I just knew he’d leave his fingerprints in my skin, but his touch felt so good. Within seconds, I slid down his hardness, my teeth buried in my bottom lip.
“Amaris says, f-f-fuck me,” I moaned. He slammed me onto him and once again it felt like he was breaking me in two. It felt so good… so fucking good.
He wasn’t finished, but I had to take control back. I had momentarily lost it.
“Shit. Shit. Shit,” I groaned, rocking against him as he pushed into me from below. “Amaris says, harder.”
That was all he needed to hear. The way he beat into me from the bottom should have been illegal, like he was teaching me a lesson, punishing me for making him wait.
I felt him nearing his peak just like me, but I had one more request… one more demand.
“Amaris says come with me.” Then I leaned down and pressed my lips against his cheek, kissing and sucking in an attempt to ride out the wave.
To survive the wave.
The next morning when I opened my eyes, I was in bed alone. I heard the shower in the distance.
I sat up and immediately felt the soreness in my body, like I had stretched muscles unthought of this weekend.
Finally, I willed myself to my feet and moved to the washroom. I was in the middle of taking care of my hygiene when he called out to me. He must’ve heard me over the shower.
“Amaris.”
“Hmm,” I answered, stabbing the toothbrush back and forth.
“Come join me, sweetheart,” he demanded, no question in his tone. He was such a morning person, sounding all energetic and alert.
“Why?”
“Because I know you’re sore and I want you in here with me. Is that too much to ask?” There was a pause between his words before he spoke again. “Especially because today is my day… or what’s left of it.”
I laughed because it indeed was, even though we would be checking out in a few hours.
I ultimately joined him in the shower. As soon as I was inside, he pulled me against him, ducking his head and kissing me at the same time his hands trickled down my frame with the water.
Before I knew it, he dropped to his knees in front of me. Water beat against his head. He was fucking beautiful, the most delectable chocolate, peering up at me.
“Put your leg right here.” He pointed to the ledge inside of the tub.
I did as instructed, then watched him as he trailed kisses, starting on the inside of my ankle, where he paused and looked up at me.
“Stop letting motherfuckers paint your toes white, tryna play it safe. Make them motherfuckers red, blood red.”
I didn’t respond verbally but nodded, watching his lips trail higher and higher up my legs until he was between them. He stopped before he reached my sopping center, and once again, his eyes bored into mine.
“I ain’t gonna fuck you in here. I’m gonna eat this motherfucker at my own speed and you ain’t gonna do shit but stand there and take it. You bet not do shit but come.” Then, like a brute, he buried his face between my legs.
He had breakfast delivered to the room. While I lay at the foot of the bed eating grapes, because I was exhausted and couldn’t fathom sitting up, he sat at the foot of the bed on the floor eating his eggs, every so often holding a forkful near my mouth.
“We didn’t go to any of the floors.”
He shook his head. “We didn’t, besides you buying that damn mask.”
I laughed and glanced over to where it sat on the counter. “I liked it and I’m sure you did too.”
He laughed hard. His fork tapped the plate. “Probably.”
“Whatever you say.” I grabbed the bottle of water near me and opened it. After gulping enough down, I placed the top back on. “I enjoyed myself.”
“Good. I did as well.”
“I’m sure you do every time you come here. Do you bring your wife?”
“Used to, when I was married.”
“Was married. I thought you wer—”
“Quiet divorce, sweetheart. Everything doesn’t always work out, no matter how much you put into it.
Folks just aren’t who you believe them to be, no matter what facade they put up.
” His tone made me lift my head to get a look at him.
He didn’t look like himself, instead looking bothered.
I didn’t know what his wife had done, but apparently it was something pretty heavy.
I sighed, feeling my chest tighten at the thought of my own trauma with people and their facades. “People are so shitty. I don’t know what you went through, but I’m sorry,” I responded genuinely after spending too long in my head.
He was quiet, but I heard movement, which prompted me to open my eyes.
I was shocked to see how close he was. His face hovered over mine before he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine upside-down.
When he pulled back, he just looked at me.
There was something different in his eyes, something I felt more than the visual.
The rest of our morning after that conversation went pretty fast, and before I knew it, we were on the private jet headed home.
The “As You Wish” weekend experience was over, and for some reason, I felt torn, like I was missing something.
We now sat in silence, him staring at his computer and me responding to messages.
Three hours later I was home, staring at the eggshell ceiling in my apartment, wondering what the hell I was supposed to do now.
I had yet to tell my sister I was home because I needed a minute to figure out why I felt like something had been missing since we’d left the island, even after we were in his car.
He was quiet, distant, and unmoving naturally, but me…
I was an overthinker… no, an over-feeler. Somebody who overdid everything.
Had we really just sucked, fucked, and conversed this entire weekend and that was it?
My mind was on overdrive, then out of nowhere, my phone dinged with a message alert. I grabbed my phone from my chest and held it up. My eyes threatened to jump from my face when I saw who the message was from. At the same time, I felt a twitch between my legs as a smile eased onto my features.
Mr. Johnson: I wanna take you to dinner tonight. Eight good with you?
The End.
Happy Valentine’s Day, y’all <3