Prologue.3
“I don’t want to think for myself,” she rushed out as if she’d been holding it inside for some time now.
The suppression had been obstructing her windpipe. Once it was released, she breathed easier. Lighter. Steadier.
“Don’t look at me that way.”
“What way?”
“Like I’m insane.”
I shook my head, “I think you’re stunning, my dear. And, I’m looking at you with adoration. Nothing less. I’ve never heard a woman address that natural instinct so beautifully.”
“Natural instinct?”
“To submit. To be led. To be guided.”
She allowed my words to penetrate.
“Can yo–”
“Don’t insult me. If you didn’t think I could, then you wouldn’t be here. Would you?”
“No,” she replied, swallowing a gulp of air. There was nothing else in her mouth.
“I can manage.”
There was an immediate shift. Things were already taking place. Our positions were being established. Without shrinking, she began to recuse herself of her organically derived sense of leadership.
“One rule.”
“Yes?”
“All in or nothing.”
“I–I’m all in. There’s just one last thing– one last thought I’ve had on my mind since I laid eyes on you in the ballroom. I won’t live with myself if– if”
Suddenly, her thoughts were jumbled. The way she was shedding the weight of her world and falling in line was so fucking persuasive. So fucking sexy. So fucking unforgettable. Without a doubt, I’d return. Again. And, again. And, again.
“Once it’s come to fruition, that settles it. Consider your thoughts mine. Your movements mine. Your words mine. Your body— mine . So, what is it, dear?”
She stood almost six feet tall. I observed as she slid the chair back and peeled the straps of her dress from her shoulders. Her pace was agonizing but so fucking worthy of the wait.
She took her precious time sliding the black dress down her body, exposing round, perky breasts, a garter belt, and a matching thong. A black holster wrapped around her leg held a small .22. Mindblown, I sat up in my seat, rubbing my hands down my face to make sure I wasn’t making this all up in my head.
The fuc– fucking rules don’t apply to her either .
She twirled on her heels, offering me the full view. I appreciated that shit more than she knew. Her breath hiked in her chest as she stared at me. Her silence was loud. She was waiting for my approval, seeking my validation.
“You don’t need me to tell you you’re fine as fuck, dear. Me and nobody else. You know that shit.”
I loosened my tie before pulling it from around my neck completely.
“Two rules,” I began, “Never, and I mean never, get too far removed from reality that you don’t remember you’re a prize. You’re the prize. And, I’m lucky to have you here. Your presence is a gift, my dear. One I will treasure in spite of everything else. Understood?”
She lifted her head and then let it fall.
“Words.”
“Yes.”
Still breathless, she backed up against the bed, only stopping when her legs pressed the sheets. Just as she was, she stayed for seconds, allowing me to have my fix. My dick was threatening to bust through the seams of my slacks. I stood, unbuttoning my shirt while still fixated on her.
She was a fucking dream. Whoever had come up with the theory that perfection didn’t exist hadn’t met her yet.
Her eyes lingered, landing on the bulge in my pants. Finally, she released the breath she’d been holding, but was quick to pull in another and hold it.
“Breathe.”
She released it.
“Talk to me,” I commanded.
“Com–”
She swallowed hard.
“Come here.”
As if the words hurt to release, she scrunched her face. It was at that moment I knew the thudding she mentioned had intensified.
“Is that all you were thinking of, dear? Something leads me to believe there’s more.”
“There is,” she confessed.
“Then, show me.”
The thong was removed. The holster was next. The gun landed on the side table, announcing its presence with a thud. She rounded the bed and lowered her body onto it. Her legs widened, exposing the prettiness between them. Her pussy glistened. She was heated.
I removed my slacks, giving my dick the room it needed to expand. My briefs followed. My shirt and tie were the last to go. Holding a gold-wrapped condom in my hand, I followed her scent. Between her legs, I stood, peering down at her.
“Is that all you thought of?”
She shook her head.
“What else is it?”
“Your head buried between them.”
I tilted it toward her.
Say less, my dear .
I began to lower, but her voice halted my movement.
“With restraints.”
She pointed toward the rope wrapped around the bars of the bed. Impressed with her private thoughts, I wondered if freeing her of them was a good idea. I made my way around the bed and pulled her closer to the top. With the rope, I restrained her by the wrists. When the knot was secure, I gave it enough slack to pull her down toward the edge, again.
“Is that all?”
I was anticipating more, but she had nothing more to offer.
“Yes.”
“Fair enough.”
Without warning, I plunged my index and middle fingers inside of her. It was necessary to check her temperature and make sure she was warm enough. I preferred my food hot when I consumed it.
“Oooooh fuuuuuck,” she yelped out of sheer pleasure.
The lava flowed onto my fingers, assuring me her volcano was near eruption. With the right amount of pressure, it would explode. Hot molten would seep from her center and settle on my tastebuds.
The railing of the bed leaned forward, slightly as her body squirmed from the intensity of the moment. I twisted both fingers upward and began to stroke her clit, internally. This time, when I lowered my body to the ground, I didn’t stop until my lips were on hers.
One.
Two.
Three.
Four kisses landed before I bowed my head and graced my meal.
“Dear God, thank you for the food I am about to receive,” I whispered.
“Mmmmmmmm!”
Her hips rolled as my tongue pressed against her center. Her pearl was slippery wet, a result of her loud and flamboyant arousal.
“Please,” she begged from above.
Lifting slightly, I stared deep into those dark eyes of hers, still massaging her internals.
“Shhhhh.”
Juices lubricating my beard, I instructed her to maintain her silence even if she was losing her composure.
“Shhhh, my dear.”
I dived in, again, already missing the entree I’d pulled away from. I was still famished though my meal was right in front of me.
Her bitterness was balanced with her sweetness. She had a healthy diet. The potency of her cream said so. Her scent said so. The health of her fluids said so. The results of her routine tests for continued residency at The Mansion said so.
“Ahhhh. Ummmm. Yeeeees.”
She squirmed under my influence, barely able to keep her ass on the sheets. I honed in on her clit, sucking it into my mouth and circling it with my tongue. The distance between her legs began to shorten. Soon enough, I was trapped between her thighs, exactly where I wanted to be. However, the tightening of the space made it difficult to move how I wanted to. How I intended to.
“Loosen up,” I breathed, drenched in her gratification.
Not wasting even a second, I pulled her clit back in, assaulting it over and over again.
“I– Oh God. I can’t.”
“Yes,” I paused and then got back to work before finishing my statement.
“You can.”
“I caaaaaaan’t.”
She had reached the tippy top of her mountain. She was in the homestretch, just before homerun. I pushed her legs further apart with the hand that wasn’t lodged in her insides. With the same hand, I replaced my tongue, desperate to see her unfold. Desperate to see her bloom.
“Look at me.”
Her eyes closed as she began to chase that feeling.
“Open your eyes.”
“I can–”
“Open your fucking eyes and look at me,” I growled.
Those orbs landed, socking me in my chest.
“There you go, dear.”
“Ummmm.”
“How you feeling?”
I asked, determined to distract her, prolonging her climax.
She shook her head from side to side, ready to close her eyes and be taken to that far away place.
“How you feeling?”
“Ahhhhhh. I’m going to cum.”
“I’d like that a lot. Would you?”
She nodded with low lids.
“Eyes on me, baby. Eyes on me.”
Completely and utterly engrossed in the moment, I observed with a dick harder than the bricks used to build the dwelling we were in. She was sex. She embodied the word so beautifully. Without sticking my dick in her, I was oozing. And, pre-cum wasn’t a factor. My dick was spitting up on the floor as she unfolded.
Unraveled.
Untangled.
Unearthed.
Untied.
Became completely undone.
“Oh fuck!”
A gush of white, thick cream seeped from her center.
A gusher . My world was complete at once.
Fuck. She’s a gusher. Fuck .
I left her on the bed, gasping for air as I stalked the floor, contemplating my departure. Somehow, I’d had enough of her to last a full month. Any more, and I couldn’t promise my addiction wouldn’t grow far more rapidly than I’d anticipated, than I’d planned. Finding a woman with some good pussy amongst the many in the ballroom would’ve suited me.
That’s what I’d come for. But, one with the ability to maintain my attention, soothe parts of me that were restricted, and climb over the barriers I’d put in place two years ago was not what I was expecting.
Against my better judgment, I left the restraints around her wrist and slid the condom on my dick. It was so brittle it ached. I climbed atop the bed, unable to control my limbs. My neck stretched until my lips were against hers.
“Taste yourself.”
Hungrily, she accepted me into her mouth, tonguing me down without reservation. My hand lifted the back of her head, pulling her deeper into me. She was in my space, in my hands, and in my mouth. Somehow, that still wasn’t enough to satisfy my appetite.
I curved my body and spread her eagle style without disconnecting our lips. And, as her breath halted, so did mine. Simultaneously, I entered her.
“Goddamn, baby.”
She contracted against me, attempting to extract more semen from my dick. Hadn’t I already released a premature load, she would’ve succeeded. She was still riding her wave and wanted me to join her. My ride had ended. I was ready to board another with her at the wheel.
“Yesssss.”
Slowly, I began to scribble on her walls. The snugness of her pouch had me fighting for residency, pulling me deeper and deeper. In utter disbelief of how fucking powerful her suction was, I lifted my upper body, needing to witness it with my own eyes.
Wrong move .
I recognized my mistake as soon as I’d made it. Seeing my dick covered in a thick, frothy concoction derived from her pussy had me delirious. I pressed a hand against the bed, right next to her head, and the other around her neck.
“Ummmmm.”
Looking her dead in those hypnotizing ass eyes, I folded. Whatever spell her pussy and presence had me under, I doubt I’d come from under any time soon. I’d need more than a night to recover from this one. I’d need a few. Because if I didn’t take it easy, I’d overdose on this shit. Overdose on her. She was intoxicating, barely giving a nigga room to breathe.
“You’re a fucking problem. Already .”
With my hand still wrapped around her throat, I cruised her ocean, familiarizing myself with the new, barely charted territory that was mine to have as long as we were in the confinement of my suite. She struggled to free her hands. There was no use. I wanted her just the way she was, unable to resist and unable to lessen the intensity of her next orgasm. It was coming. I could feel her pussy as it prepared to spit up, again.
I freed her neck and gripped her waist with both hands. Gently and very slowly, I began to apply pressure to her lower stomach. My strokes grew deeper as I guided them toward her g-spot, tapping against it each time I plunged into her.
“Wa— Uhhhhh. Wait.”
“Nah. Give me that shit.”
“Fuck. Fu– Ummmmm.”
There she was. Like a flower, she began to open.
“Fucccccck. Oh God.”
I removed myself and then the condom. With my right hand, I stroked my dick. With the left, I rubbed the swollen nub of her pussy. Her ejaculation preceded mine. Together, we made a mess of the sheets beneath us.
“Urgggggh. Shit.”
My veins peeked through my skin as my fingers stiffened and my hands locked up. A tingling sensation curled my toes and sealed my lids. It was my turn to close my eyes.
“Again,” I breathed, dick still hard in my hands.
“Again,” she agreed, still catching her breath.
I regained feeling in my fingers and managed to untie the rope. Indentions pierced her skin. She was a beautiful burgundy beneath. As she massaged the pain away, I dug into my slacks and retrieved another condom and a warm cloth. The wash area was stocked with small towels. I turned the faucet on and put one underneath the water. It was warm upon contact, saving me time and energy.
I found the distressed damsel sitting up on the bed, polishing the sheets with more of her lubrication. She was still quite impressive. I enjoyed the disheveled version of her as much as I did the well-groomed one. Her messy hair. Her naked body. Her labored breathing. Her low lids. And, the lust that radiated from her frame.
My dear . I thought, sealing the distance between us.
With the damp towel, I pressed against her center.
“Ssss.”
She winced, not from pain but from the overwhelming pleasure. Her sensitivity was the result of two orgasms, one right after the other. In an attempt to soothe her discomfort, I invited myself in for a forehead kiss. Then, one on the nose. Then, the lips where I lingered.
She was magnetic. She was the healthy sugar my body needed to function. The dosage for the night was high, but it would last for days to come. Possibly weeks.
“All fours, dear.”
“Um hmm.”
Nodding, she pulled away. The task was as hard for me to watch as it was for her to complete. That’s why I’d given it to her.
She spread her arms out on the bed and lowered her top half onto the comforter. With her ass in the air, she loosened every bit of restraint I thought I had. The condom was out of the wrapper and on my dick.
“Urgh.” Groaning, I parted her walls for my accommodation.
“Uhhhhhhh.”
The arch in her back was offensive. Her knees nearly touched the bottom of her breast. A few more inches and they’d make contact.
Lethal .
She didn’t fight fair. With all her beauty, that mouthpiece, her aura, her essence, her request, her pussy, her gushes, and her ability to fold in half while accepting every inch I had to give was sending me on a fucking trip.
“Throw that shit back,” I insisted, slapping her right cheek with every intention to leave a mark for days to come.
She squeezed her muscles, involuntarily pulling me in deeper. I removed myself completely, knowing that if I stayed off in her shit, I’d be busting again. I leaned in, stuffing her with three fingers as I kissed her pearl.
“My God.”
I licked her patiently, calmly as she fought against the sheets, trying to dig her way underneath the bed. Realizing she was attempting to flee, I dislodged my fingers. I held her tightly with both hands, my arms wrapped around her legs.
“Fuuuuuuuuck.”
Just as she edged, I released her.
“Nooooo,” she begged.
“You’ll cum, my dear… when I’m ready for you to .”
I plunged into her, again, hitting rock bottom.
“Now, throw that shit back and don’t stop.”
Graciously, she balanced her body on her shoulders and began shoving her pussy into my pelvis. With her hands planted on the sheets, palms flat for stability, she drove me to the brinks of hell. I doubted, highly doubted, heaven would even allow this type of behavior. It was blasphemous.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck .
“Ummm.” Lowly, she groaned.
“Goddam– fuck.” I grunted, trying to grab ahold of her so I could control her movement.
Irritation was apparent on her face when she turned to look up at me, warning me with her pensive gaze. Still, I remained steadfast, needing her to cut me loose. My rocket was ready to launch.
She was unmanning me. Unearthing me. Uprooting me. Successfully eradicating me. With one hand, she swatted at my wrist, forcing me to loosen my grip on her.
Forcing me to take everything she was dishing and it was far too much for me to handle. My nut rose from my sack. The bulge traveled up my shaft and prepared to engage. Just as it mounted at the tip, she fell face first onto the bed, body quivering as her pussy began contracting.
It sucked the nut straight from my urethral meatus. Together, in pure harmony, we ruptured.
“Oh Goooooood. Oh God.” She belted.
“Shit, baby. Shit.”
My hips thrusted forward, digging into her as she gushed all over me.
“Ummmm.”
She fell forward and I managed to get myself onto the bed. Against the headboard, I rested, attempting to get my shit together. I closed my eyes, counting down from ten, hoping it would stabilize my breathing and settle my thoughts. But, somewhere along four and three, I dozed.
A lingering shadow and the heat radiating from its source woke me from my slumber. Dark eyes penetrated my soul, unhousing feelings I’d buried in their eternal resting places. She didn’t understand how much of a disturbance she was to the peace. To me .
“Hello.”
Perfect teeth were exposed as her lips separated and stretched backward. The gold wrapper I remembered clearly as the last went into her mouth. She tore into it, and removed the contents. I followed each movement, watching as she picked up my hardening log and began rolling the rubber onto it.
I hadn’t recalled the cleanliness I was witnessing. When I drifted, I was covered in her cum and mine. However, I was squeaky clean, now.
“How long have I been asleep?”
She paused, looking up at me with all her beauty in tow. “Thirty minutes.”
I rocked, instantly. There was no denying her. I’d quickly come to that conclusion. And, in some sick way, her life outside of my suite influenced me to get him up one more fucking time.
If I fucked the life out of her pretty ass pussy, then another nigga couldn’t. Because, every time she even considered it, she’d be reminded of the time we had and the things we did and the rounds we went.
“I have to go,” she informed me.
“Where?”
“I wish I could tell you, but that’s against the rules.”
“You’re so pretty,” I complimented, saying exactly what had been on my mind all night.
Though I couldn’t see beneath the mask, I knew she was. Inside out. Pretty than a motherfucker.
“Thank you.”
“Lift up.”
She obliged, lifting her butt. I slid down slightly before lowering her onto the head of my dick. She was soaking.
Is she always like this? Wet. Ready. Fuck .
Inch by inch, I glided into her. Our eyes engaged in a mental fuck that was far more intense than the act our bodies were engaged in. Her hands gripped my shoulder blades as I reached her pelvic floor.
“Uhhhhh.”
Big, oversized lips brushed against my ear. Her sweetness lulled me to oblivion. Where she was taking me, I never wanted to come back from. Here, worries were few. Pleasure was plentiful.
“Ride this dick, my dear.”
Like it’s yours. Even if only for the night .
“Umm kay.”
“Give me your eyes.”
Another request surfaced after the first. Her eyes were on mine at once. Fingers digging into my clavicle, she lifted her body until she neared the tip and then slowly lowered it. Her head fell over to the side as her lids grew lazier.
Poetry .
She reminded me of poetry.
Intense. Sometimes brutal. Deep. Meaningful. Passionate. Painful. Prideful. Methodical. Idiosyncratic. Wavering. Heartening. Exclusive. Monumental. Experimental. Dazzling. Complicated. Desirable .
“Mmmm.”
Her lips folded into her mouth.
Un-fucking-believable .
“Open them.”
“Pleas–”
“Open them.”
I ran my fingers through her hair, locating her scalp where I wadded a handful of her tresses and tugged.
“Open them.”
Hastily, she widened her lids and gave me full access to her orbs. She never missed a beat. Her body still lifting and falling so beautifully. So graciously. So elegantly.
I cupped her right breast in my hand and stuffed my mouth. I rounded her nipple with my tongue before taking it between my teeth. Gently, I bit down.
“Ahhhhhhh.”
She breathed out, grinding into me.
“Yessss.”
I gripped the other, rotating it between my fingers while applying pressure.
“Ohhhh fuuuuuuck. Yesss.”
Hungry for more of her chocolate-coated skin, I moved up her chest, leaving a trail of tender, lingering kisses. I reached her neck, unable to contain myself any longer. I sunk my teeth into her.
“Ahhhhh.”
Her pussy tightened around me. Her pace increased, revealing her precise location. She was near her peak. I wasn’t far behind her.
I sucked her skin into my mouth, still squeezing her nipple with one hand and holding the side of her neck with the other. Flawlessly, she still managed her balance until her legs began to buckle.
“Ohhhhh fuck. I– I’m— ummm–”
I set her free and pulled her ear closer to my lips. From below, I began to pump her full of dick. Faster and harder with each stroke.
“Cum on this dick, my dear,” I whispered in her ear, allowing the blissfulness of the moment to consume me.
“Yes. Yes. Yeeeeessssss.”
She leaned forward, clinging to me as if I’d vanish. Simultaneously, her pussy tightened around me. My semen spewed from my dick. I felt every drop as it filled the condom.
When her eyes returned to mine, I understood my logic and exactly why I didn’t fuck women as much as I used to. Before my attempt at a family. Before my son.
I was far too invested in the act, the woman, and the ties we created. Without a doubt, I wanted the same warm body staring in my eyes as it deracinated my nut beside me when I closed my eyes and when I woke up. But, that wasn’t my reality anymore. Her leaving and me going home to my son was.
She rested her chest against mine, placing her head on my shoulder. Her arms hung down my back. Slowly, she drew circles.
My mind struggled to adjust. Struggled to comprehend. Struggled to believe she knew what she was doing or what it was doing to me. Struggled to be anything but soothed by the gentle circles made by her fingertips.
“I– I’ve enjoyed this. Enjoyed you.”
“Come back.”
She waited for further instructions.
“In four days. Be here at ten. Go to your suite and then come directly to mine. No ballroom. None of the other common areas. Straight to my suite. Understood.”
“Yes. I understand.”
“Good.”
I wrapped my arms around her, pressing her body against mine for a hug before ripping us apart. There was no easy way to remove the bandage we’d placed over our realities. Immediately, I was bombarded with feelings I was familiar with but hadn’t addressed since stepping inside my suite.
At the same fucking time, fresh ones she’d birthed sat on my chest. The heaviness was as strange as it was inviting. I hated it and welcomed it at once.
I slid us both off the bed and placed her on her feet. By the chin, I brought her face up to mine and stuffed her mouth with my tongue. Quickly, before we were in too deep, I removed myself from her space and respected the distance we needed if either of us planned to leave.
I watched as she redressed. She had that fresh – just got fucked – face, hair, and wardrobe malfunctions going on. That shit looked good on her, especially knowing I was the one who provided it.
She finished up just as I was buttoning my shirt. My jacket and tie would not be part of my fit upon my exit. I imagined we both had that fresh – just got fucked – wardrobe.
She stood in front of me with all her grace and beauty. I brushed the back of her hair down with my palm. The bruise on her neck became a source of comical relief. Instead of warning her of its presence, I bid her farewell.
“Goodbye… for now .” I kissed her forehead once and then again.
“Goodbye… for now .”
Four minutes later and I was in my car, pulling out of my garage. Rain had begun to fall, serving as the perfect backdrop for the night. I wasn’t sure what The Mansion would have in store for me, but I didn’t have a single complaint.
Suddenly, I didn’t think they charged my account enough for the reward I’d received on the first night.
One night.
One encounter.
One room.
One request.
One woman.
And, multiple rounds had made everything okay. The weight of my burdens was no competition for the air under my wings she’d provided. I felt light. Everything was beneath me now and so fucking small from my current view.