3. Lark
Jacobia had been looking at me with this skeptical eye since I came out of the bathroom of our hotel suite. We were on our way to Joston’s party house. I felt good as hell.
“Lark, um, do you remember what the colors meant at the party?” There was a nervousness in her voice that made me smirk. After I confirmed that I remembered, she turned in her seat to face me. “You remember, and those were the colors that you wanted to wear? This is a little bit of a jump from yellow, best friend.”
I took my lip gloss out of my clutch, opened it, then applied it to my lips. My reply to her question didn’t come until I placed my gloss back in my clutch. “Jacobia, I think I’ll fair just fine tonight.”
She gawked at me for a moment before she burst into a fit of giggles. “Ok, best friend. Don’t come crying to me when your ass taps out again. Talking about you’re going to fair just fine.”
We pulled up to the front of the house moments later. The valets opened our doors to help us out. Juliet was at the bottom of the stairs to greet us. “Hey, beautiful ladies. You both look amazing tonight.” She glanced over at me, then paused for a second. She sized me up with a shocking expression. “Miss Lark, I didn’t expect to see you back so soon and on another level.”
I gave her my beautiful blushing smile. “Staying on the same level is boring. The joy of life is leveling up.”
Juliet’s head bucked back a little. “Okay, Miss Ma’am! You better be grown tonight.” We all laughed together.
“You see her out here trying to live the bestest of the best life tonight,” Jacobia jested. “I told her if she comes crying tap out, I will never let her forget it.”
We spoke for another minute before we went into the house. Since I’d signed the NDA last time, I didn’t need to sign an additional one. Although I’d seen it once, the shock value was still there when the curtains pulled back. Asses, pussies, and dicks were just everywhere. A few heads turned our way as Jacobia and I walked toward the bar. I didn’t miss the lustful stares that came our way.
“Jacobia, you having your usual tonight?” the bartender asked after we sat down. After she nodded, she asked what I wanted to drink.
“Can I have an Amaretto Sour, please?”
Jacobia and I sat there observing the many different scenes in the room. There were a few threesomes going on that looked very confusing, but I was here to fuck and not judge. Our drinks were set in front of us. I felt a presence over my left shoulder. I turned my head to the side and got a glimpse of a fair skinned, handsome man. He’ll do.
“How are you this evening?” I asked after I turned my entire body to face his, then crossed one of my legs over the other. I took in his all-black suit remembering that it meant he was a Dom.
He smirked, then replied, “I’m doing better now that you’re here. What’s your name?”
“You can call me Beautiful, and I’ll call you Handsome.” This time I wanted to control the situation. I allowed Chance to get the best of me last time. I would be the one to get the best of whoever would be my conquest tonight.
I felt Jacobia’s eyes on me. My best friend probably thought that I’d lost my mind. Handsome stepped closer to me. “Do you know how sexy you are? I’d love to taste you and have you taste me.”
His words did nothing to me. Wait, why didn’t it do anything to me? I wanted it to do something to me. I put on my best smile. “Is that so? I think I would?—”
“Beautiful, can I have a word with you?” Chance’s abrupt presence startled me. “Griffin, she’s going to be occupied for the night.”
Handsome, who I now knew as Griffin, looked between the two of us with a perplexed look. “Oh, okay, Numen. No disrespect meant.” He threw his hands up in surrender agitating me. One thing that I hated was a cowering man.
I watched him walk across the room before I turned my attention to Chance. “That was extremely rude, Numen. I was in the middle of something.”
He stared at me for a moment before he turned his head toward Jacobia. “Good evening, Jacobia. How are you tonight?”
“I’m great, Chance.” A goofy smile sat on her face as her eyes bounced between me and him. “I’m going to get out of y’all way and go find Joston. I have to congratulate him on his big win today.”
She didn’t give either of us an opportunity to say anything before she was off her bar stool and walking toward the front of the room where I noticed Joston standing. His eyes didn’t leave her. There was so much desire in them.
“Lark, let me talk to you in my room,” Chance demanded. When I told him that we could talk where we were, he got into my personal space. “I’m sorry. I must have made that sound like a fucking optional request. Lark, get the fuck off this stool and come the hell on before I knock all this shit over. People included.”
His words had the opposite effect of Handsome’s. They definitely did something to me. I climbed off the stool but still gave him a death stare. He grabbed my hand before he led the way to his room. There was no conversation as we walked to the elevator, got on it, and rode it up to the floor that his room was on. He looked so good in his black suit. I can’t stand his ass.
The room was just as I remembered it. I stood in the middle of it, waiting for him to say something. I had nothing to say. He was the one who called me to come in here. He stepped in front of me after the door was closed and locked. “Is this what we’re doing now?”
His question confused me. “I’m not sure of what you mean. I also didn’t realize we we’re doing anything.”
He tittered, but his facial expression had no comedic undertone at all. “Lark, why are you wearing a green dress with blue accents, sweetheart? You look gorgeous, by the way.”
I fought against my face to not smile or blush. “I’m sure you know what these colors mean. This is your domain, correct?” My arms extended and my eyes glanced around the room.
With a nod, he responded. “Oh, okay, bet. Since you know what it is and you want to be a Sub for a Dom, guess what?” He leaned down, then put his lips near my ear. “Numen has entered the chat. Get on your fuckin’ knees and suck this dick like only you can, Beautiful.”
The constriction of my abdomen was disrespectful. The wetness that introduced itself to my panties was more disrespectful. My eyes bucked at his demand. Did it offend me? Absolutely not. I wanted to suck his dick like some white folks and other minorities wanted to go back in time and reverse their presidential vote. The ninety-two percent did our job.
I must have been taking too long because he stepped back. “Based on the blue, you need some guidance. Did you need me to guide the dick in your mouth or you got it?”
Tonight, I wanted to be bold, and I figured the best way to do that was to show it with what I wore. My green dress told the people in the house that I was a submissive, and the blue accents let them know that I still needed some guidance. Before we got here, I asked Jacobia if she knew if Chance was coming. She told me that she wasn’t sure because she hadn’t told Joston that she planned to come this weekend. That was surprising because they talked all the time. He was very much her male best friend. I didn’t know whether Chance was going to be here, but I couldn’t lie and say that I didn’t hope that he would.
I lowered myself to my knees. He took a step forward and I used my hands to loosen his belt. Titan was already hard and ready to pop out and slap me in the face. I pulled him out and kissed the head before my tongue circled it.
“All of that shit is cute, Beautiful, but I need you to put that dick down your throat. You wanted to act out, so act out on this dick.” He wrapped his hand around his shaft, put his hand on the back of my head, then guided Titan into my mouth.
I gagged slightly when it hit the back of my throat. He held my head in place as he fucked my mouth. “Breathe through your nose. You got it. You can do this, Beautiful.”
I took his advice and made sure that I breathed through my nose. Doing so helped intensify my suction. When he told me that I was a good girl, that ushered in the first orgasm of the night for me. I never knew that I had a praise kink until that very moment. My hand cuffed his nuts. I massaged them and continued to suck. I wanted Titan to explode in my mouth.
“Fuck, Beautiful! Are you thirsty? I want to feed you.” When my cheeks sucked in, his thrust into my mouth became more intense. “Drink it all, Lark. Don’t disappoint me.”
My head tilted back to accept what he had to offer. I pushed him to the deepest depth of my throat and let his nut flow down my throat. I didn’t want to miss a drop. Once he was empty, I sucked a few more times before I pulled back, releasing him from my mouth. My tongue licked his head, shaft, and nuts to make sure he was clean. Fuck a washcloth.
My eyes traveled up his front to make eye contact with him. The satisfying smile that sat on his face made my nether regions thump. “Get up, undress, and get a condom to cover my dick, Lark.”
After I stood, I smirked. “It’s Lark now, not Beautiful?”
“You’re definitely beautiful, Lark. Yeah, I rather fuck Lark, my sexy ass personal assistant,” he said before he cuffed the back of my neck, then kissed my lips passionately. A sexy smile adorned his face when he pulled back. “Now get undressed and get a condom to come cover my dick.”
He didn’t have to tell me again. My dress needed to be unzipped from the back, so I turned around to let Chance do it. Once the zipper was down, the dress slipped down my body. When I got dressed earlier, I forewent the panties and bra. I got my hair braided a few days ago in my custom kinky twist that resembled locs.
Chance gave a low but audible damn as he took in my naked body. I sashayed over to the counter where his condoms were in their decorative box. My return steps toward him paused so that I could enjoy the view of him undressing himself. Perfection was what his body was. By the time he slipped out of his black dress shirt, I was in front of him with the condom open, ready to cover him.
He watched me cover him. I waited for instructions after I finished. His hand reached behind me and smacked my ass. “Climb on the bed with that ass in the air.”
I did as he asked and was rewarded with a tongue in my ass. My knees buckled a little, causing him to smack my ass. “Do you remember the safe word, Lark?”
“Yes! Tap out.” When he asked what I should say if I wanted him to stop the act and not the experience, I responded, “Hard stop.”
“Good girl. Fix your knees so I can finish.” He immediately went back to feasting on me.
After another orgasm, he entered me slowly. It felt like he teased my senses how he pushed in to a certain depth, then pulled back out. Tonight was the first time that I knew you could cum from being fucked by only the head of a dick.
This man fucked me all over that room. Chance educated me tonight on a little thing called semen control. He had the ability to not only control his ejaculation, but he also was able to have an orgasm without ejaculating. That was the reason this man could last so long. First, what the hell did he mean that he could have an orgasm without ejaculating? I would have to do some research on that and curse out whoever it was that made it a thing.
I prayed he didn’t pull the swing out, but that was a prayer that wasn’t answered. “You gonna tap out this time, Lark, or you going to show Numen that you can take it?”
Oh, I was taking whatever he was giving tonight. Tapping out is not an option. “I’m going to take it, Numen.”
“Good girl,” he replied before he fully secured me into his swing. “I’ll be a gentleman and give you breaks tonight, Lark. Stay strong.”
* * *
BACK TO THE DAILY GRIND…
It had been over two weeks since my last trip to Vegas, and it was all that I could think about. Pride filled me with the fact that I took it all like the big girl that I knew I could be and didn’t tap out. I worked that swing like a semi-pro. When he put me in the same position that caused me to tap out the first time, I relaxed and breathed through my nose. Deep breath in, ten seconds, breathe out. It worked because I was here to talk about it.
Now I was back at work, and this man had barely talked to me outside of the normal personal assistant bullshit task that he assigned me. There was no doubt that he wanted me because he didn’t hide his stares or adjusting his dick when I was around. I wanted him to say something about Vegas. Yeah, what happened in Vegas was supposed to stay in Vegas, but I felt like this was different. Our last tryst was initiated by him. I would have been perfectly fine trying out Griffin’s fine ass. Chance accosted me!
My annoyance was high, and my patience was low. I was not a fan of the cat and mouse games. We were too grown for all of that. I was in this office in my best come hither outfits, and this man was acting like Titan didn’t want to get a taste.
There was a beep from the intercom on my desk, then the voice that had been tormenting my sexual arousal came through the speakers. “Lark, can you come into my office, please?”
“I’ll be right there.”
I straightened my outfit of the day. My pencil skirt fit me like a glove, and my ruffle blouse complemented it well. We weren’t going to start on my heels of the day. I took a deep breath before I started my journey to Chance’s office. This would be the first time that he physically saw me today, and I was a sight to behold. His office door was open as it usually was unless he had a meeting or was not in it. “You needed me, Chance?”
“Yes, I need you to go with Ryan to a showing and take notes for me,” he instructed. “I’ve already let him know that you’re going to accompany him since I can’t today.”
I smiled. “Sure, I can do that. Is there anything specifically that you want me to look out for?”
He pulled out a drawer, reached in, then pulled out a piece of paper. “Here is a form that I use sometimes. This should be a good guide. It covers topics that he should cover while speaking with potential buyers. Note if he’s covered them.”
My hand reached out as I took a step to take the form from his hand. I looked over the form with a head nod. “Okay, this looks pretty self-explanatory. I’ll see if he’s ready to leave.”
“Thank you.” He leaned forward, picked up the phone, and pressed a button. He glanced at me. “You can go now.”
My head ticked to the side. This dude! I exited his office to not show my hand. Before I went to Ryan’s desk, I went back to my office to gather my feelings. Maybe I was thinking more about this than I should. It’s not that deep, Lark. We met in a sex club for goodness sake, so why was I thinking that it would be more than that.
Yes, the fact that he was my boss, considering the exhilarating sexual experience that we had was unorthodox, but it was my reality. I had to stop thinking it could or would be more. I have a crush on the man who fucked my soul out. That was my reality.
It took me another five minutes to get myself together before I left my office to make my way to Ryan’s desk. “Hey, Ryan, I heard that I’m going to accompany you to an open house today.”
Ryan stood from his desk. “Yeah, Chance let me know,” he said with a sexy smile. “You ready to ride out?” Ryan was not a person that you would think of when you thought about a realtor. The man looked like he should have been giving directions to block boys or something. His codeswitch was immaculate.
His skin tone was that deep dark chocolate that was rich. I wasn’t sure if he had a skincare regimen, but his skin was absolutely flawless. The eyelashes that God blessed him with, I had to pay for. His tattoos peeked from under the collar of his dress shirt. I wasn’t a fan of locs on men, mainly because they were a drop of your credit score by two hundred points traps, but he had me reconsidering
I watched as he grabbed his crossbody messenger bag. This man was fine, fine. Once he had what he needed, he turned in my direction. “You ready to go? After we’re done, how about we grab a bite to eat.”
I gave him a coy smile before I told him that was fine. I led the way out of the office. My brow arched when he let out a low fuck . At least someone in this office knew that I was that girl.