Chapter 19
Bryson
“What are you doing, beautiful?”
“Making love one last time here in this cabin.”
“You’re horny as hell, you know that? I swear I can’t keep ya ass off this dick. Every time I turn around, you got me running up in ya li’l hot ass.”
Giggling, she hit me in the chest with her shirt. “You love me like this.”
“Damn right, I do,” I replied, getting off the bed.
“Where are you going?”
“To take a piss. I’ll be right back.”
I headed into the bathroom, stretched, and yawned.
I took a piss and thought about all the fun we had enjoyed since being here.
I really hoped, for our sake, that we could keep this up when we returned home.
Dominic had called me the day after the ball and asked what type of shit I was on.
He had followed Kennedi to the ball and seen us leave together.
After I explained to him what happened, he was pissed, but he said he understood. We came to an agreement that would allow him to keep the money I had paid him thus far, plus I gave him another ten percent. I only paid him a total of fifty percent of the agreed-upon amount.
I flushed the toilet and washed my hands before I returned to the bedroom.
“Do you trust me, baby?” she asked with her hands behind her back.
“You know I do. Why? What’s up?”
“I just want to have a little fun before we leave,” she replied, twirling one of my neckties around her hand.
“Aww shit. Okay, I’m down.”
I walked toward her and sat on the bed. She tied the necktie around my eyes and then instructed me to lie down. Once I did that, I could hear her moving around the room.
“Kenni, what’s all this about?” I asked after she tied my hands to the bed and secured my feet to the bedpost.
“You told me you trusted me,” she stated as she moved around the room. I tried to figure out where she was and what she was doing, as I listened to plastic rustling.
“I do, baby. But you’ve tied me to the bed. Don’t tell me I’m about to become your sex slave.”
“Sounds like a damn good idea to me,” she replied.
“As long as you don’t do anything to humiliate me and leave me here.”
“Why do you think I would ever do something to you like that?” she asked as she dragged something soft over my belly.
“I don’t know, baby. Maybe because I don’t know what the hell you’re up to now.”
“You’ll soon find out, Bryse. You’re at my mercy now, and I can do whatever I want.”
“Aww shit. Tell me you’re not about to go Kathy Bates on me,” I replied nervously.
“Only if Kathy Bates sucks your dick. And if she does, you’ve got some explaining to do, sir,” she answered as she gripped my dick in her hands.
The moment I felt her mouth on me, I relaxed. “Baby, that’s all yours right there. Kathy and nobody else can get what you get from me.”
“Mm,” she mumbled around me as she sucked my dick further down her throat. With one hand, she held my erection firmly in place, but with her other hand, she massaged my balls. She released them but kept sucking.
“Damn, Kenni. Girl, you know how to suck a dick,” I groaned as my back arched off the bed. It quickly sank back down again as I felt something slap against my chest. What the fuck?
My jaws clenched, and I wanted to jerk the tie off my face, but I couldn’t.
“Did you like that, baby?”
I found it difficult to find my voice, let alone answer her. She hit me again, and I yelped.
“The fuck, Kenni?”
“You didn’t answer me, baby.” She sucked my dick that had gone somewhat limp back into her mouth. Her fingers caressed my balls, and then she worked me over until I grew hard again. After a few minutes, I finally relaxed underneath her attentive hands.
Kennedi climbed on top of me and rode me hard.
“Aww, baby. This is what I like.”
“You didn’t like the other?”
“Maybe . . . you gotta let a G know what to expect.”
She rocked forward and lifted the tie off my eyes. “Expect me, Bryson.”
“I always expect you, baby.”
Kennedi leaned down and kissed my lips. I opened my mouth, and she sucked on my tongue.
All the shit that I usually did to her, she did it to me, and it felt so good.
Her fingernails raked over my nipples, and she climbed off me to suck them.
They were sensitive as hell, but I was surprised to find that, like that perineum play she did to me, it turned me on.
When she climbed back on me, she rode me reverse cowboy, holding my dick at the base and bouncing up and down on it. That woman literally fucked me, and all I could do was lay there and take it. But I had no qualms about what she was doing because everything she did made me feel good.
“Oh shit, Bryson.” She cried out, and I felt her pussy tighten around me as it grew hotter.
“That’s it, baby. Cum all down my dick.” I groaned, thrusting up inside of her. When she finished, she didn’t climb off but rocked forward. “Kenni. What are you doing, baby girl?” Kennedi’s fingers were playing near my ass.
Kennedi popped up and asked, “Do you trust me?” When I hesitated, she repeated, “Do you trust me? Simple yes or no.”
“Yes.”
“Then let me pleasure you.”
She unhooked my feet from the bondage and lifted my right leg and slid underneath it. With my leg crossed over her back, she grabbed my dick and sucked it.
“What’re you doing, pretty girl?” I asked as she positioned herself between my legs.
“It’s called the Kivin method.”
I relaxed again, but then she pulled back and declared, “Baby, I’m about to give you pleasure like you’ve never known. If you don’t like it, tell me to stop, and I will.”
She sucked my dick back into her mouth and stroked it with one hand, while the fingers of her other hand stroked my perineum. The light pressure she applied and the stroking sent my ass over the top once I relaxed and trusted her like she asked.
I didn’t believe in having my ass played with, so I was hesitant, just like the last time.
But also, just like the last time, the more she played in that area, the more pleasure I experienced.
Before I knew it, her mouth wasn’t on me, but all her focus was on that area.
Sheets of cum shot forth, spilling everywhere.
Kennedi jumped up, covered my erection with her mouth, and sucked the rest free.
“What’s with all this new shit you’ve been doing, baby?” I asked when she freed me.
“I told you. I want to try new things and keep us excited. I want to feel comfortable exploring my sexual freedom with you,” she replied, sitting on the bed beside me.
I hooked my arm around her shoulder and kissed her forehead. “You’re safe with me.”
We had finished packing up the car and were making one final trip to the B&B to turn in our key card and check out. We waited our turn in line until we were at the desk.
“Baby, I’m going to grab us some to-go plates for the road.”
“Okay.” I turned back to the desk clerk. “Hey, is uhm . . . the young lady here that has been working the front desk for the last few days?” I asked.
I needed to settle the situation in my head. I had to know if she was the same girl from Tasty Temptations.
“What young lady?” the young man, whose nametag read Omar, asked, looking at me in confusion.
“The brown-skinned young lady. She’s in her early to mid twenties, about this tall,” I explained, holding my hand to my chest. “She’s got really long braids that come to her ankles, but she wears them in a bun.”
He shook his head with a strange look on his face. “Are you sure that you’re not referencing one of our guests?”
“No. She checked me in, and she’s been helping us since we’ve been here.”
He tapped some keys and replied, “The only people who work the front desk are my brother, Jamar, our cousin, Janna, and I. As a matter of fact, she’s the one who checked you in.”
I could tell that he was reading the computer. “She’s in her twenties?”
“No. She’s in her mid-thirties, tall, with a short, curly afro, and she’s light-skinned.”
“Thank you.” I left the front desk after checking out and met up with Kennedi in the dining hall. She was talking with one of the dining attendants.
“Yes, she’s in her mid-fifties. She’s been serving us the entire time that we’ve been here. She comes out and chats with the guests at every meal,” I overheard her saying.
The woman she spoke with shook her head and frowned. “I’m sorry. Our only cooks are Toya and Yvette,” she explained, pointing at the two women who were replacing the serving trays.
They were clearly in their mid-thirties and looked nothing like the woman we had seen.
“Come on, baby.”
Kennedi’s mouth hung open in confusion as she turned to go with me. She held our trays in her hand and looked up at me.
“I think it’s time to go home and rest,” I declared.