The Night
JO?O
“ Y ou’re mine. All mine. Do you understand? Don’t you play games with me, boa menina, like the ones you started tonight. No more bratting, you hear me?”
Her neck yielded under my fingers. Gisele’s nose flared at my warning, her gaze connected with mine as I squeezed just enough to exert pressure, getting her to stand up slowly.
Her breath of mint and rain touched my lips, her taste taunting me.
“I understand, Master.” Gisele’s determined words were an invitation. Her lush cleavage rose and fell, and when it fell, her shoulders relaxed, her stance open and her palms facing me.
A bolt of white-hot energy erupted in me, leaving behind certainty and an overwhelming sense of peace.
Stepping into her space, I breathed her air, matching the rise of my chest with hers.
Fingers linked, I lost myself in her brown eyes, the flow of our blood equalizing as our breaths synchronized.
Her scent mingled with mine, the tick of her pulse telegraphing our timing.
Gisele’s red tinted mouth opened, her lower lip trembling.
Thirst hit me fast and inevitable; the only liquid that would calm me came from her lips. From all her lips.
Magnetism did its work, pulling us together, erasing the gap that should have been obliterated a long ass time ago.
Gisele moaned and her eyes fluttered closed, her eyelashes hiding the longing. She sighed, letting go, and I swooped in, finally conquering what was rightfully mine.
Shit, I thought movies were corny as fuck when the track changed once people had their first kiss and time slowed.
I had been humbled today. The composition of the atoms of my body completely transformed when Gisele’s lips pressed against mine.
That final step of submission, a total surrender to me.
She tasted like heaven. Gisele was possibility, hope, peace, and carnality all in one.
Our lips mashed together, a desperate heat growing between us as our tongues tangled with each other.
We weaved our way from softness to agitation and back to softness, our bodies dictating the rhythm, our mouths existing only to be together.
She tasted sweet and minty and her tongue was doing things to mine she must have learned in those church summer camps.
Hands full of her hips, I pressed her closer, and she threw hers over my shoulders until nothing remained between us but this need we’d let crescendo to a gnawing hunger.
My hands could not keep still—a handful of ass, her supple back, my fingers in her hair; there wasn’t a place I didn’t explore while tasting her.
“Why did I wait so long to taste you?”
“Because you’re a stubborn, stubborn man.” Gisele bit my bottom lip, soothing it with her tongue and starting another long kiss, leaving me breathless and hard as fuck.
“Take off your clothes and come kneel on this bed,” I ordered her, pressing kisses against her mouth, my hands not getting the memo to let go, for her to have space to undress.
“Mmmm, can I have one more, Master?” She pressed a last sweet kiss to my lips, my hands roaming her back while hers slid reluctantly from my neck.
Gisele turned around, presenting her back. My fingers explored the softness and firmness. The slopes of her shoulders guided me down to the zipper that kept the leather contraption on her. Its descent ripped through the air, unveiling her naked body.
Gisele stood regal, her body already familiar to me, but tonight, I took my time to enjoy the view.
Her flawless mahogany skin, her slender arms with a hint of muscle.
The height of her teardrop breasts topped with dark chocolate areolas and gumdrops for nipples.
Her belly with the slight indent and the lush hips and thighs.
Elegant feet with long toes ending in red nail polish, not a regular for her, telling me how much this was a special occasion.
“I’m humbled.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Come, get on the bed. On your knees.” I extended my hand to her and guided her to the bed. She got up as if it was her throne, her gaze serene, waiting for her next instruction.
“I’m going to restrain you now. I want to explore your limits. Do you trust me, boa menina?”
A puff of air accompanied her, “Yes, Master.”
“Roll my cuffs.”
“Yes, Master,” Gisele purred, her soft fingers skimming my wrist, arranging the fabric in perfect little folds until my forearms were fully exposed. Just as her palms move to retreat, I grasped her right wrist, ushering her hand toward the cuff hanging on the corner of the bed post.
“Uma menina t?o boa, você vai me dar tudo de si, certo?” I said, coaxing a moan from her.
“Master, I… Yes. Whatever you said, yes.” I soaked in her focus, powering my dominance through her desire.
“Good. Now spread your thighs.”
Commands flowed until Gisele became my canvas, ready to be painted and molded.
Arms extended and cuffed with a slight give for her comfort, knees spread wide, pussy lips glistening in anticipation.
Goosebumps adorned her deep brown skin, begging to be touched.
The bumps calmed under my touch, her arms jolting in surprise.
“Shhh, you’re good, peace, you’re good.”
Jiggling riotous curves served as her response to me. Gisele closed her eyes, attempting to ground herself on her own, but that wasn’t what we were doing tonight. Nah, we were opening up fully to each other, no matter how hard that was for either of us.
“Nah, open your eyes. No hiding.”
“Master, I…I’m not hiding.” The folds between her eyebrows were the cutest fucking thing. Look at her, all flustered and indignant, and we hadn’t even started.
“I can see you, Gisele, you ain’t gonna play with me right now. Where did your mind go?”
“I’m here. I’m— I am also in the mental space I go to during sex…so that I don’t…”
Her gaze dropped, but I wasn’t having any of that.
Holding her chin up, our eyes met again, hers struggling to maintain the contact.
The raw hunger I’d carried with me since I met her bubbled up, wanting to be fed.
This was what I craved—her thoughts, this connection, I demanded all.
This was my fear, that once I let myself go…
“Don’t let yourself be fully vulnerable?” I voiced my own fears, laying them before her to hopefully recognize them.
Her breath siphoned out until the only thing I saw was her.
“Yes, I keep something protected. Always. I don’t like feeling hurt.”
“Fuck me, menina, you’re destroying me with just a few words. I would never hurt you, not intentionally, but…what if I did? What if one day, with actions or words, I break that pledge?”
“So we live in fear for the rest of our lives, or do we trust each other’s intentions?”
Rawness settled between us; only her lips could help me navigate this intensity.
In her kiss I found solace, understanding, and acceptance.
My hands explored what I had denied myself for months.
The sinful curves of her body, the scorching fever of her skin, the intoxicating scent of her pleasure shattered my control, leaving me raw, starving, and willing to be undone by her.
“You cannot come until I tell you,” I growled as I settled myself to feast.
I kissed her fingers, one by one, licking the inside of her arm, dragging her into the same desperation I’d succumbed to. Pressing my nose to her armpit, I?—
“Jo?o!”
“Yellow?” I asked her, wanting another sniff of whatever powdery goodness mixed with her pheromones, but a nigga had restraint. Barely…
“No, no, green, but oh my word, you just sniffed me! Oh goodness!” My nose dove into the warm crevice again, her scent activating all my feral ways. The yield of her shoulder under my teeth calmed me until Gisele’s hips started grinding against me.
“You want this dick, don’t you?” I taunted her as she fought her restraints. “I know you want it, but you’ve been so patient. You can wait a little bit more, can’t you, greedy girl? Stay still and I’ll reward you.”
The pout she produced deserved to be framed, but she nodded and went still.
If I could be lifted, I’d fly away my chest was so light.
A fake cough covered the smirk that fought to emerge.
My cheeks hurt from keeping it under wraps.
Once I was certain she wouldn’t move, the exploration began.
Lips between her breasts, fingers coasting along her flanks.
Forehead cushioned by her belly while my palms molded her scrumptious ass.
Every dip, slope and hidden nook I wanted to experience.
By the time I reached between her legs, my boa menina was a wet muddle.
“What’s this mess here, boa menina?”
Gisele’s whimper shouldn’t fill me with satisfaction but damn if my chest didn’t puff up a little more in the inhale.
“Use your words, peace.”
“You made the mess, Master.”
“Oh, so it’s like that? You gonna blame me for this dripping pussy?”
“Yes, Master.”
“Very bold of you, boa menina. Lucky for you, I’m in a good ass mood, so I’ll help you take care of it.” Kneeling on the side of the bed, my gaze filled with deep brown thickness, dimples, and the prettiest pink pussy weeping for my mouth.
“I’m a little thirsty; slake me, Gisele,” I commanded, arranging both of us till I was face up on the bed between her legs.
Her delicious scent galvanized me, and opening wide, I let my tongue bathe in her waters.
She was so wet, her juices were trickling out of her.
Droplets of her essence coated my tongue, the tangy taste an elixir I’d never be tired of enjoying.
“Ohhh, ohh, Master, please, please…” Gisele pressed her coochie to my mouth, smothering me for a second. Using her hips for handles, I pulled her up enough to run my tongue over her slit, making her scream.
“I’m not here to eat you, I’m here to be fed.” The growl shook my chest, fingers sinking into the plushness of her hips, guiding her close enough to get another tongue bathing.