June 3, 2022 #5
“Let’s go to my bedroom.” He offered.
Instead of waiting for me to get to my feet, he carried me down the hallway. I was thankful because what a long hallway it was.
“I forgot my phone,” I said groggily.
“It’s fine, pretty. The playroom will be sanitized, and everything inside of it will be cleaned. Your phone will be brought to you.” He said.
I nodded.
He opened the door to his bedroom, and we crossed the threshold. It was colder in there than in every other room.
He laid me on the edge of the large mattress. I sat up and stretched.
“Dinero,” I complained.
“Yes.”
“I’m sore,” I said.
“What do you need to get right, pretty? Because I’ve let you be a pillow princess all night. In the playroom, you’re a submissive. In my room, you gone have to ride this dick.” He stated, making me laugh at the code-switching. This time I didn’t get punished for it, and he followed suit.
“Maybe a bubble bath,” I admitted.
He ran me a hot bath, and I sat inside of it and told him to join me. I was thankful for the change of the night. I enjoyed being dominated, but I was literally so bad at it. I often forgot the rules and disregarded everything he told me to do. The sex was amazing, though.
Inside the tub, he eased me down on his dick, and I rode him like a car on the expressway.
Our night didn’t end after the shower either; we kept it going when we made it to the room.
I sucked his dick and gave him the best time of his life.
All his dominant energy had to take a backseat because at that point, he was the only one of us crying.
I drained him of all he had, and then I swallowed it.
The time on the clock read 3:26 a.m. by the time that we finally laid down. We dozed off together, my head lying on his chest and his arm wrapped snugly around my body. Then, after a while, he jumped up.
He scared the hell out of my half-sleepy ass as I watched him in confusion.
“What are you doing?” I asked groggily.
“I’ll leave you here to sleep.” He said.
I didn’t question it, just turned over on my side and then went to sleep.
By the time I woke up, it was nearing 11 a.m. the sun was shining bright through the panoramic windows.
I shielded my face from the sun, and then I pulled myself from the pillow. I wanted to get out of bed and go find Dinero, but I didn’t have an ounce of clothing in this room, so I just decided to lie there and wait until he came back.
I was lying for another fifteen minutes.
He came back into the room.
“What’s up, pretty?” He asked.
“Hi.”
“I’ve come in here three times, and you were still asleep.”
I chuckled. But that was strange; I’m the lightest sleeper ever; that doesn’t usually happen.
“I have some breakfast for you downstairs if you want it.” He offered.
“Sure,” I said dryly.
“Look. I hope you aren’t upset by me choosing not to sleep in my room with you. I don’t fall asleep with women. I feel like I’ve already crossed the line by having you in my bed. I’ve never had a woman in my bed.” He said.
“Dinero, it’s fine. I know what I agreed to. I’m not upset, as you can see; I slept like a princess.” I assured him. He didn’t have to give me a disclaimer because I understood it all too well.
He nodded and then went to the counter and grabbed my bag that I hadn’t even noticed, along with my phone.
“Where are the clothes that I took off last night?” I questioned as I opened it.
He chuckled. “I’m keeping those.”
“So, you have a stash?”
“No.” He looked offended. Like I was insinuating, he was a creep, and maybe I was.
I let it go. If he wanted to keep that bodysuit and heels, have at it.
I showered, got dressed in my regular clothes, and went downstairs.
The breakfast was good, and we actually talked a little more about his business and his charities.
He had a good sense of humor and was easy to get along with.
But none of that mattered; I was ready to head back to my quarters because both of us had broken the same cardinal rule. No overnights.
When I was finished with breakfast, I rose from the table and helped him clear it. Then I grabbed my phone and asked him if his driver was able to take me now. He seemed a little taken aback, but he informed me that the driver was available.
He walked me to the door.
“Take care, pretty.” He said as he choked me and brushed his lips against mine.
“Mmmm.” I moaned before sucking his lip into my mouth. “Thank you for a good night, Dinero,” I said once he let me go, and I went toward the truck that awaited me.
Once inside, I exhaled. Last night was something that I never imagined, but something I was so glad that I had done.
We pulled away from the massive estate as I checked my phone. Before we got too far, I turned to look at the house in the distance.
Some way, somewhere, I knew there was a support group of women who had been victims of him giving them the best dick they’ve ever had. And if not, I wanted to start the class action lawsuit. Gah damn Dinero.
One day, I may be the perfect submissive. But right now… I’m just…
The Heaux