PHARAOH #3
“I’m yours Pharaoh?” Her hand caressed the top of her round breast before diving between them.
My dick was swelling and straining against my briefs and slacks.
She lifted her hand out of the top of her dress bring another one of my ties with her.
Looking up we met eyes and both smiled. Grasping my other wrist, she used the same technique to tie it down before reaching over and tying it to the other side table.
“Cat got your tongue?”
“Not at all just enjoying the view.”
“Oh really.” She stood and looked down at me. Her eyes lingered on the bulge in my slacks before making their way back up to my eyes. I winked and she rolled her eyes.
“May I?” She looked down at my pants again. I smirked low key excited for what she was getting ready to do.
“You may.” She moved to my belt buckle and loosened it before removing the button.
The zipper came next painfully slow. “Mmmmmhm.” I growled out as her fingers grazed my print.
She tugged at the belt causing me to lift a little to assist her.
Throwing it over my head she looped the end of the belt through the buckle and pulled until it was tight around my neck.
She pulled tighter and tighter with one hand while she pulled down my briefs with the other, releasing my third leg.
“Impressive.” She spoke when it finally sprang free.
My airway was restricted but I loved the feeling of her taking my breath away with the belt and running her long fingernails up my shaft simultaneously.
“Understand Mr. McCallum. Saying I am yours isn’t something you say lightly.
Those are very big shoes to fill.” She spoke low with her face near mine.
She continued to pull the belt tight and stroke my shaft with her soft smooth hands.
“And for that I belong to no one.” She liked my lips and I moaned out like a bitch.
I heard a chime from her phone but we both ignored it while she continued to stroke me slow. My breath hitched and I could feel I was on the verge of nutting prematurely. Her soft pecks to my lips, the short shallow breaths I was taking, and that damn hand on my dick had my mind fucked.
“Damn.” I whispered out.
“Are we almost there Mr. McCallum?”
“Yes, shit. Fuck.” I was panting and moaning, bitching up badly.
“I didn’t say when.” Her soft lick to my earlobe caused my body to shutter.
“I’m close. Damn.” She stopped abruptly and leaned back. My head shot up wondering what the fuck she was doing.
“Check fuckin’ mate.” Standing she smoothed down her dress, adjusted her breast and headed toward the door. I was stunned to silence as I watched her collect her bags and walked down the hallway and out the door. Looking at my wrist I was bound to the tables and my dick was rock hard.
Touche’… Tou-fuckin-che’.
“Yo, you lying.” Jah’s laughter echoed off the walls in my Livingroom. “How you get free?” He focused on the camera. I had my phone propped up while I continued to clean up the glass from my carpet.
“I had to break my lamps and fucked up my end tables to get free.” He laughed out loud again and honestly the shit wasn’t that damn funny.
It took me way to damn long to get myself untied. I ended up shattering both the end table lamps and denting my damn end tables. I couldn’t even be mad at Blythe; she did get me good. I know now I need to apply a little more pressure.
“Damn, my side hurts from laughing so hard. So, you tryna lock in with shorty?”
“Honestly it wasn’t my original goal. I wanted to keep shit professional but it’s something about her man.” I took a seat on my carpet and scratched my head.
I never chased any female. Most of the time they gravitated towards me. All I have to do is say what I want and they obey my every command. Blythe was different. I couldn’t break down her walls. She was like a puzzle I was so close to solving before another curve ball is thrown in.
“Man, I feel you. Her home girl got me going crazy. She’s a super freak and does some shit that will have you bitching up and telling her you love her.”
“Damn, like that?”
“Yea man. I ain’t said the shit yet but I think I might. I just don’t know. Her ass be disappearing sometimes.”
“Fuck you mean disappearing?”
“Like not answering her phone. Go by her crib and all the lights be out. She says she be sleep or busy but something off.” He looked stressed out rubbing the back of his neck.
“I hope it ain’t nothing too major. Relationship looks good on you bro. I hope y’all make it.”
“Yea me too. But get yo shit cleaned up and bang my line tomorrow. Let me know when you back too so we can link up.”
“No doubt. Love you bro.”
“Love you too.”
Hanging up, I spent another twenty minutes cleaning up the mess and vacuuming to make sure no small sliver pieces were left behind.
Ordering food for delivery I went to my bedroom to shower, wait for my food and lay my ass down. When I made it to my bathroom I couldn’t help the smile on my face. Blythe left a red lipped kiss on my mirror with her initials in a heart.
“This damn girl. Shit man.”