Chapter 2 #10
I hooked a finger into his waistband and stretched it until it was no longer cinched tightly at his waist. With the slackened fabric clutched in my fingers, I pulled it back to free his erection. When my eyes finally beheld what he’d been shielding I had to stop my mouth from dropping in shock.
“I didn’t think you were the type that needed help.”
“Help?” His voice was still deep and the weight made it echo in the silent room but I could hear a humored curiosity in his tone.
“Normally these types of things are done because mere flesh can’t satisfy their partner. Am I to believe that’s not the case with you?”
He huffed a laugh before running his hand, which I realized was massive like the rest of him, along the head of his dick.
“I lost a bet. This was the recompense.”
“You lost a bet and decided to play with your manhood?”
This was proof that the part of our second chromosome that held common sense was deleted from men to form their Y. The idea of mutilating genitalia on a dare was disgusting to me. But he saw no issue with it.
What a ridiculous use of free will.
“I’m a man of my word, ipo.”
A word from another language I wasn’t familiar with but I wasn’t going to question it. It would give me too much insight on him and a clue for me to find him after he messed up my world. And I was sure that’s what he was about to do.
I watched as he continued to stroke himself unbothered by my presence.
“And what is this called?”
“A Jacob’s ladder.” His fingers strummed up the bars of his length like they were the keys on a piano.
My head tilted and I knew that my Ethiopian brethren held the world’s oldest bible and no passage mentioned a pierced dick. “Isn’t that supposed to be biblical?”
“It is biblical in one sense. I can attest that many people have been close to heaven because of it.”
I recoiled at the thought of just how many people had enjoyed it but kept my feelings to myself. I had no room to judge anyone for anything but something reacted to the idea of other people enjoying him.
“I thought Jacob’s ladder was supposed to be a reflection of being a straight path,” I glanced down at the obvious deviation from that before glancing back toward the shadowy space where his eyes were.
Since we were closer and I could look down at him the shadows had cleared leaving his eyes exposed to mine.
Even in the darkness they seemed to glow like two topaz-colored gems.
“I consider this curve a blessing from God. If you ever experience it you can let me know if you concur.”
“And how does this go? You pull out your metallically enhanced dick and I’m supposed to sit on it and give you pleasure?”
I knew all about piercings and there had to be at least six or seven that stretched from near his scrotum to close to the head of his penis.
In addition, he had the audacity to have a dick that curved.
Not quite a crook in it like a candy cane but the type of bend that had me wondering just what I was signing up for.
“This is all about you and your research, remember? I’m here for whatever you want. You tell me what you need and I deliver it.”
My brow arched still hidden by my mask but I was sure that he could tell based on the ghost of a smile that crossed his lips.
“That simple?”
“You assumed I was too chauvinistic to submit. I’m here to prove you wrong.”
My arms folded defiantly across my chest as I watched the way he lay back unbothered. It annoyed me that he didn’t seem as invested in this as I was. Like either outcome was fine with him, meanwhile I was incredibly bothered by his mere presence. “It can’t be that simple. It never is.”
“Of course not. If I’m able to submit can you do the same?”
My brow shot up so far I was sure he could see them over my mask. “And what depraved things would you have me do?”
He moved forward bracing his massive forearms on his equally impressive thighs. His dick was damn near hitting him in the chest but he paid it no mind.
“Depravity isn’t how I derive satisfaction from an interlude. I aim to please and you’ve presented a challenge to me. I wouldn’t do anything that you didn’t give me permission to. From start to finish even when you submit you’re in control.”
“I don’t believe you.”
“I know.”
His easy acknowledgement of my doubt irritated me again. I was happy we were bantering but I thought he would try to change my mind but he looked at ease with my lack of faith. “So why even go through these impassioned pleas to make your case?”
“Because I want to earn your trust.”
My jaw dropped hearing him so easily confess his desires. I hadn’t expected them to be so…plain. “You cannot be serious.”
“I can.” He mimicked my accent with perfect inflection to the point where I wondered if I’d heard him correctly.
It was only then that I realized I hadn’t been hiding it like I had when we were out in the main room.
There was no telling when it had dropped, which meant my guard had been down with him in more ways than one.
“Why do you want me to trust you?”
He shrugged easily then went back down onto his forearms as his eyes once again shielded beneath his mask, since he was now in the shadowed part of the bed. The black of his shirt and mask was a sharp contrast to the white of the sheets.
“It’s a thing to me. You being here is step one.”
My eyes trailed him from crown to root before I looked toward his eyes again. “How many are there?”
“However many you need.”
“You seem quite good at this.”
His chuckle was soft despite the depth of his voice and almost got lost in the space between us. “I normally never talk.”
“Women just normally want to get down to business with you is it?”
“I shouldn’t need to brag on my dick since you’ve been ogling it since you unveiled it.”
“I ogle nothing—”
“Admire then. No need to deny it. I know you haven’t seen the totality of my face but it’s served me well in my life.
I have no issue working for what I want; I’ve just never had the need to.
Women can be as fickle as men with the physical side of sex.
They want the veneer to match their fantasies and unfortunately I’m what society deems as desirable. ”
“Unfortunately? It seems having women fall so easily to your feet would be one of your life’s greatest accomplishments.”
“Maybe if I were an arrogant, self-absorbed piece of shit who had nothing else behind him, sure. But there’s far more to me than this face and this frame so yeah I get more than annoyed when it’s overlooked.
I have a feeling that you understand that as well, since your face is probably as close to perfection as Nefertiti’s. ”
“You can’t even see my face.”
“And the portions I can see belong to a face that would check the box on any man’s fantasies.” His eyes traveled over my face as though he could see through the mask completely. They focused on my lips and I battled the smile that wanted to come over them as I could see he liked what he saw.
“I didn’t imagine you as a man who indulged in fantasies.”
“Only in my dreams. I feel you will be haunting mine for a while after tonight.”
I had to swallow the words that I wanted to speak, which would’ve voiced my belief that he would torture me well after tonight, too.
Best to get on with it then.
“I have complete control, right?”
A swift nod of confirmation, he then followed up with verbal agreement. “Yes. What would you like me to do first, mistress?”
“I have options? Is there anything off-limits?”
“No. Am I allowed to touch you? Taste you?”
It seemed impossible but his voice had gotten even deeper than it was before.
His dick that I had left uncovered swayed slightly at his question.
As though even it was intrigued at the prospect of touching me.
And I was intrigued. Watching his body language was a study in micro-expressions.
A shifting of his lips, the slight tremor in his dick or the way he seemed to battle with keeping his hands at his sides.
They were all indicative of a man who was fighting the position he was in, that clearly went against his nature, and winning.
And again he was impressing me.
“Is your tongue not as smooth when engaged in less loquacious activity?” I moved further onto the bed, straddling one of his extremely long legs. He tracked me with his eyes but didn’t move as though he were worried I was skittish enough to run away.
“I never talk.”
My lips raised in a half-smile before I gave him a slow nod remembering his earlier words. “Right, no need.”
His dick waved hello again before he spoke. “I’m more of a show person. So again, may I touch you?”
“Yes.”
I waited for him to forget himself and for him to snatch me up from the position I was in or start to remove the scrap of red cloth I was using as a dress. But he did none of that. Instead, he raised a hand slowly before he crooked his pointer finger at me, beckoning me to come closer.
“Come sit on my face, please, Mistress.”
My lips pressed together as I tried to contain my smile. “And manners?”
His eyes remained focused his face stoic in the shadows of his mask. “My mistress seems to be the type of woman where manners were important.”
“The accent?” I tensed slightly because I hated that I’d revealed something so personal. He shook his head slightly before elaborating.
“Not just that. Your aura speaks volumes.”
“Hmm.”
“Is Mistress trying to make me beg?” His tone was still deep but with a teasing edge that was somehow endearing yet sensual.
“For what?”
“For you to take your seat upon your throne.”
He flicked his tongue out at a speed that shouldn’t have been humanly possible and I was now wondering what this man actually was.
This had to be the serpent they spoke of in the book of fables. Fruit my ass, the forbidden temptation was clearly a tongue.