Chapter Six #2
I wasn't expecting the inevitable anymore after not being able to succeed the second I touched down.
After a while, I figured he'd given up because he probably felt like I wasn't putting in effort, but the truth is, I was and with little to no luck, I was coming up short every time and it was sort of embarrassing.
Standing in front of him now, I didn't feel so sexy. Part of me knew this was trial and error, but the process was mind fucking.
He told me to meet him down here naked, after breakfast and a shower. What I didn't expect was for him to be naked too. Our first two sessions, he guided me with what to look forward to. Days after, I went with the flow and never knew what to expect out of him.
Syx's dick was the biggest I'd seen and I don't think I've had one bigger.
Every time I saw it my eyes would grow wide and I'd get chills down my spine, because how in the hell do women handle all that dick without complaining or running from it.
I wouldn't be able to handle all that and if those were his plans then, I'm backing out.
"You okay," Syx spoke, his voice roared through the room like thunder.
His body was glistening with body oil as my eyes roamed all over him. I stood on the opposite side of the room, near the massage table, waiting for him to command me to do something, or whatever was required of me. I was willing to do anything he needed me to do.
"Yeah," I sighed, then released a nervous laugh. "I'm okay. Why'd you ask me that?"
"You're still attached to the lying phase I see. I know you well enough to know when you're lying." He mentioned, inching closer to me.
"I'm not lying," I lied."
The closer he reached the more my breath became lodged in my throat and chill bumps rushed up my spine.
"You make me nervous, Syx," I admitted out loud in a hushed tone.
I felt his hands stroke my back and crept over my spine. Then I felt his breath behind my ear before his tongue collided with my skin, making me gasp.
"I don't want you to be nervous around me Nyne. I thought we were passed that, What happened."
"I don't know what's going on," I uttered, barely above a whisper. "I don't know how to feel."
His hands crept around my neck and he choked me slightly, then with force, he brushed up against me, making his dick greet my thigh. Slowly, his hands grazed over my pebbled nipples making me release a low moan, that I couldn't fight.
"Tell me what you feel?" He whispered into my ear, his voice low and baritone. "Talk to me."
"You make me feel good," I mumbled with my eyes closed.
"Gap your legs open for me, so I can feel your pussy," he commanded.
Without hesitation, I gaped my legs open. I guess I didn't open them wide enough so he, slapped my thigh, beckoning me with his hands to open them wider, giving him access to my bare pussy.
"Just like that," he said.
I began to shudder feeling his fingers graze over my wet pussy, then my bud, then over my clit where he parted my fat pussy apart and flicked his fingers over my bud making me buckle.
"This pussy wet," he groaned in my ear. "Fuck, you're so wet.
" Increasing the intensity, I flung my head back and rested it on his shoulder as he became one with my wet pussy.
The slapping of my wetness could be heard with my low moans.
It felt so fucking good and I don't know if I was on the verge of cumming but I felt needles pricking at the back of my legs, then my back before I rode a wave that was harder than the first one.
"Make that pussy cum for me, Nyne. Make it cum for me!"
My stomach buckled along with my knees again and I don't know if I was finally doing it, but my eyes were closed shut as I rode another victorious wave and my clit began to pulsate every time he flicked his fingers over it.
Syx was doing something to me and whatever the fuck it was I loved it.
His hands had magic and he was skillfully working them over my clit, trying to get me closer to my climax.
"Ooooooh fuuuuuck!" I shrieked, making my toes curl.
Syx was a motherfucking goat, making me reach heights I hadn't been able to accomplish on my own.
"That's it." He said. "That's my girl." His voice sounded like a low growl in my ear, as he continued to rub his fingers over my pearl in circles.
I was seeing stars, as the darkness behind my eyes turned into a rainbow.
"Syx, I feel it," I moaned.
"Talk to me baby. Tell me what you feel."
"I'm about to cum," I shrieked.
"Then cum." He demanded, sending fire rapture through my veins, and with every stroke, he was sending me into overdrive.
Finally, I was experiencing something that I thought my body wasn't capable of again.
For years, it became a problem in my life that ruptured my womanhood and had me questioning a lot of things about myself that couldn't bring to the surface to tell anyone out loud.
My body froze in place as I rode the final wave, with my mouth gaped open and tears welled in my eyes, beckoning to fall from my face.
Syx held me in place to keep me from falling.
My throat buzzed with a loud hum as I felt like I'd fallen into another dimension where I wanted to remain.
Syx kissed the side of my neck and slowed his fingers down so I could maintain control of myself.
My chest heaved up and down from the strenuous pleasure but I couldn't take no more, so I gently pushed Syx's fingers away and allowed my swollen clit room to pulsate without feeling stuffed.
The more Syx rubbed his finger over my pearl, the sensitive it became.
"Cum for me again." He commanded, whispering in my ear.
"Syx," I muttered. "I can't." I balanced myself trying to face him, but it was too soon and my legs buckled again, almost giving out on me. Syx caught me and my bare nipples smashed into his stomach.
"You can though. Let me take you to the edge and show you what your body is capable of Nyne. That was so fuckin' sexy," he muttered, with his arms wrapped around my waist. "How does it feel?"
Releasing a slumberous sigh, I was trying to find the right words to describe everything I was feeling, but I'd jumped through so many hurdles to get there and I didn't know how to process that. It felt more than good and I wanted to do it again, and again, and again once more after that.
"What did you do to me?" I whined, as my cheek smashed into his chest.
Craning his neck, he sent a kiss to my forehead before pulling back to gaze down at me, staring at me with those almond-colored eyes. "I did what your body allowed me to do? What did you do different?"
"I focused on the feeling. I'm realizing that orgasms are all in the mind. Who knew all along, I was in control of that."
"That's what I've been trying to tell you. It's all about what you allow and what you tolerate. Your body is a puppet and it does whatever your mind tells it to do. However, for women, y'all aren't stimulated that easy. It takes a lot." He spoke.
"Is that why I feel so tired now?"
He nodded. "It is."
Giving the best smile I could muster, my body felt a little weak, now. "I could go for a nap."
"You can't go for another round?" He grinned.
"Absolutely not!"
He put his hands up in mock surrender. "Considering it being your first time cumming, I'll take it easy on you, but when you wake up from your nap, I'm on demon time." At his last statement, he sent a hard slap to my ass before soothing the spot by rubbing over it, after I yelped in pain.
"I hate the sound of that."
"I'm sure you'd love it." He retorted. "Can you walk?"
"I'm sure I can," I murmured followed by a low yawn.
Pulling back from his embrace, I took two steps toward the door and glanced back at him over my shoulder with low eyes now and said, "Ta da," like I'd done a magic trick, getting a beasty chuckle out of him.
"I'm gonna go shower," I said, before turning around to continued trotting.
I couldn't look at him any longer, because those butterflies would start spewing in my stomach again and I wouldn't be able to handle that.
Also looking into his eyes would make me feel exposed.
If I looked at him right now, with my body still humming from what he'd done to me, and my clit still fluttering from what he'd done to it.
My legs were still shaking. Little sparks were shooting up my core with each movement.
My juices ran down my thighs and my pussy was still throbbing and swollen, remembering the pressure of his fingers.
That's the part that scared me about all of this, because my body would crave him more after all is said and done.
It wasn't supposed to go like this. I'd come here for one thing and was doing another.
I was coming here to reclaim some part of myself that Malcolm had destroyed.
I hadn't come here to fall apart over a man who did this for a living.
The only thing I'd be doing is making shit worse for myself and bruising my feelings.
After I made it to my room and closed the door behind me, I leaned against it for a second, trying to get my breathing under control.
Everything was fucked up. I was supposed to be getting stronger and more independent while learning to own my pleasure without needing validation from anyone.
That was the whole point of this. Along with, stop tying my worth to whether a man wanted and stop measuring my value by how well I could perform in bed.
Yet, here I am, almost a week in, and I'd just let him finger fuck my pussy like I was his to touch whenever he wanted. It's almost like I belonged to him.
Though I finally scored, I wasn't proud of that, which made me feel some type of way, among all the other shit we talked about. I don't know if Syx noticed it or if he'd ever say anything about it.