Chapter 7
I wanted to chuckle watching Skyy bound up the stairs.
We discussed BDSM and kinks ad nauseam since I’d sent her to check out Lemon Rain .
There wasn’t much that I kept from Skyy.
She was my road dog, my closest confidant, and honestly, the love of my life.
She was the one person that I shared almost all parts of myself with, so I didn’t keep that part of myself from her, either.
I told her when my interest in being dominant was first stoked, and I told her when I started indulging.
One thing I loved about Skyy was the fact that she was so communicative.
Yeah, it sometimes led to her being chatty as hell, and me having to tune her out.
But mostly it led to a deeper exploration of us individually, and as friends.
I wasn’t surprised that she not only let me talk about BDSM, but she also asked questions.
Not the kinds of questions that made it seem like she was anything except genuinely curious.
But most people were curious about doms and subs.
Skyy liked adventure, and the thought of kinky sex was adventurous to her. Ever since I gave her a little taste, she was wide open, craving more domination and more control. And I was just the motherfucker who would give it to her.
While Skyy was in the shower, I reread the text conversation we’d had earlier.
Before the wedding, she and I were communicating.
At first, we were just making small talk and checking on one another.
That morphed into us teasing each other.
Then, she sent me a tit pic—a shot of her holding one of her precious globes and giving it a kiss.
That shit was fye, so I sent her a dick pic.
She followed that up by sending me a twenty-second video of herself moaning audibly.
I didn’t have a response for that. First of all, I couldn’t stop playing it. Second of all, . . . I didn’t have a response for that.
She hit me with a text.
Home Base:
Hey, I’m getting married today, and I really want to please my new husband . . . in the bedroom.
Skyy’s ass loved to role play. To be honest, I thought it was cute, so I went along with it.
Me:
Say more.
Home Base:
I heard they call you “Big” and that you’re a trainer or something like that.
Me:
Something like that. What you tryna get trained on?
Home Base:
My biggest weakness is head.
Me:
Giving or getting?
Home Base:
Oh, I’m a pro at getting. Giving.
I chuckled before replying.
Me:
Send me a pic of your lips, ma. Let me see what you working with.
The picture came through shortly after, Skyy’s lips lined in brown, painted in nude, and glistening with lip gloss. She had them puckered, and I wanted to reach through the screen, and smear all that shit off.
Me:
The equipment looks good. What’s the problem?
Home Base:
My man’s dick is HUGE! My jaws get tired. Plus, sometimes I gag.
Me:
He probably don’t have no problem with you gagging. Those of us with big dicks understand gagging. Let me ask you a question.
Home Base:
Go head.
Me:
You do it with love? Do you suck his shit like you love it?
Home Base:
I think so. I’m hoping to get some training, though.
Me:
Be specific.
Home Base:
Dick worship.
I felt my heart pick up speed inside my chest, as the biggest smile blossomed across my face.
Me:
Say less, sexy lips.
By the time she entered the bedroom, I was already seated in the cognac-colored leather club chair that was adjacent to the bed.
My leg was crossed over my knee, and I wore mesh shorts, bright white socks, and slide slippers.
When we talked about hard boundaries, Skyy’s was ass play.
She didn’t want anything near or in her asshole at any time, under any circumstances.
My hard boundaries were ass-play and foot play.
I didn’t like my feet or ass engaged in sexual stimulation, in any manner. Hence the socks.
She was naked, as I requested, and I couldn’t help but stare.
Skyy was a beautiful woman, and as a professional athlete, I had encountered my fair share of beautiful women.
They couldn’t touch my . . . wife. No woman was as fine as Skyy.
Her fair skin, which had barely been kissed by the sun, was both soft and flawless.
Her oval shaped face, soulful caramel-colored eyes, round, button nose, and pouty full lips created my favorite portrait.
She was slim-thick and wore her natural curls loose as often as she could.
Her voice was husky, but feminine, and her attitude was feisty as hell.
She was slick in the mouth, but she was loyal as fuck, fearless, and had the nerve to have hands.
I both hated and loved that she had hands.
It gave me peace of mind that she could basically protect herself, but it bothered me that she developed her fighting skills because of what went on inside her home.
She shouldn’t have had to defend herself against a dude, especially not her own brother.
But I was resigned to the knowledge that there wasn’t a household on Earth that didn’t have some manner of problematic shit going on behind closed doors.
Anyway, I wanted to fuck King up, but she wouldn’t let me.
I figured it was her misguided need to be loyal to the same family that wasn’t protecting her, that wouldn’t even allow her to let them know that she’d shared her abuse with me.
I stared at her, then held up my hand before she could drop to the floor and kneel.
“Before you get in position, just stand there. Shoulders back, Baby. Shoulders back, head up, put your eyes on a spot on the wall above my head.” I waited for her to obey my commands before I continued.
“Hands at your side. I want to see you.”
I let my eyes eat her up. She was so damn pretty.
I stared at her face, at the soft rounded curves of her full cheeks.
My eyes dropped to her neck, then her chest, then her breasts.
Her breasts were full, at least a D cup.
They hung heavily against her, making me want to take them in my hands.
I denied myself the pleasure, choosing to stay rooted to my spot.
My eyes slid over her belly. It was tight, and provided evidence that “ab days” was a real thing in her life.
Her pussy was bare, and I forced myself to drag my eyes away.
Her ass was fat, more evidence of the time she spent at the gym.
Her thighs were thick and semi-muscular.
Her calves were small but strong. And her pretty toes were painted a clean, crisp white. I loved everything about her body.
“Turn for me, Baby. Turn all the way around, slowly.”
She did a full turn, while I watched her like a creep.
Yeah, there was nobody who came close to touching my wife.
“Take your position.”
Once she was in the “wait” position, I stood from the chair and walked over to her.
“I received your text. You requested a training session of dick worship. Body worship is all about the five senses. You’re gonna concentrate on the feel, sight, taste, smell, and the things you can hear.
It’s called ‘worship’ for a reason. There should be a lot of compliments, adoration, admiration, applause, and tribute paid.
While you’re learning how to please me orally, you have my permission to speak.
But the most important thing is that you listen.
Listen for cues to what I like and what isn’t as effective.
Take my direction seriously. And know that you only have control for as long as I give it to you.
When I need you to pull back, you will pull back. Do you understand?”
“Yes, Big.”
“Tell me your safe word.”
“Purple.”
I gently took her face into my hand. “Good, Baby. Always start with showing the head major love. I like sloppy head, Baby. Go ’head and get your mouth as wet as possible.”
Skyy leaned forward, took my dick in one hand, and kissed it lovingly.
That move alone almost had my knees buckling.
I loved this girl. Watching her handle my dick with such attentiveness was a mind fuck.
For years I prayed to God, asking Him if I could have her.
Promising Him that I would honor her, take care of her, and love her like He loved His church.
And now, she was on her knees in submission in front of me, the tip of my dick being licked and caressed.
I had to fight to stay present and not succumb to the moment.
Skyy Diamond House belonged to me, and she was never getting away.
“You’re dick is so big, Big. I hope I can fit it in my mouth,” she told me, before covering the tip in warmth and wetness.
Slowly, her tongue moved over my rigidness.
Her breath was warm when she popped me out of her mouth and blew softly on the opening.
Pre-cum oozed out, and she swiped it up with her tongue—opening her mouth wide to show it to me, before humming softly.
Then, she slid me into her throat, letting me feel her tonsils, while she gagged but didn’t stop for a long moment.
“Uuhmm. You taste so good, Big.” She finally released me, but not for long. Soon enough, the head of my dick disappeared again. I fought with myself to keep from grabbing her hair.
“Oh yeah?” I questioned through gritted teeth. “What it taste like, Baby?”
“Heaven. Something I want in my mouth all the time.” She licked my shaft from the tip to the base. “And you smell so damn good. Manly. Like big muscles and good dick.”
She nuzzled her face in my balls, and I was not expecting that. Jealousy gripped my chest for a second. Who the fuck taught her how to be so good at dick worship? Was there some other nig—. She interrupted my thought when her moist mouth enveloped my entire dick.
“Shit!” slipped from my mouth before I could catch it. She was making me lose control.