37. Sam
Sam
Life hits differently when you are happy.
My cheeks are constantly sore from how much I’ve been smiling.
Everything seems brighter, I’m relaxed, and my mind is clear.
Happiness is mental yoga. Or is it just Kioni who clicks all my pieces together?
A woman a day keeps the unfulfilling cocks away.
Men are horrible for your mental health.
They need to come with a satisfaction guaranteed or you get that thirty seconds of your life back.
She stayed at my house last night, and waking up in her arms again felt…
perfect. What made it even better was when she covered my mouth with her hand so I didn’t alert Nyx while she made me come all over her fingers before we even got out of bed.
It’s so effortless the way she works my body. Like I’m her favorite toy.
I check my reflection, running some oil through my hair, careful to avoid my scalp, hoping to salvage yesterday’s curls that will be inside a helmet.
I can always put it in a braid or a messy bun if it looks too wild after.
The rumble of Kioni’s bike in my driveway instantly has me heated.
Just the thought of her has me a needy mess, and I’m dying for Shadow to come out and play.
When she steps into my bathroom still wearing her helmet, my heart races.
She doesn’t speak as she steps behind me, trailing her gloved fingers over the strap of my dress and down my arm.
“Put your hands on the counter,” she demands, her voice altered by the device underneath her helmet, and I whimper, doing exactly what she commands.
Her fingers trail up my thighs, under my dress, to my underwear, and then she slowly drops to her knees and tugs them down my legs.
I step out of them and she replaces them with a different pair.
“What are you—”
Smack.
“I didn’t say to speak, pup.”
The new underwear is odd and tight. When the straps brush against my hips and a lump hits my clit, I know why. My body goes completely still.
“I can’t—”
Smack.
I pinch my lips together. She’s taking me to the bar with her co-workers tonight for wings, and I really don’t want to be coming at the table surrounded by a shit ton of people. That would be so embarrassing. Maybe I’m not ready for Shadow to come out and play in the light yet.
She fixes my dress, stands, and snakes her hand around my throat.
My back hits her chest, and then vibration on my clit has my knees buckling, but she keeps me pinned to her.
Warmth pools between my thighs, and when I’m on the brink of crashing, she turns it off, and I slump into her with sweat gathered on my forehead.
The chuckle that comes from the voice changer is menacing. “Come on, little wolf, time to fucking play.”
I whine internally, grabbing my helmet. She holds my hand, leading me outside to her bike, and I freeze.
“Ki,” my voice trembling when I see the purple dildo sticking up from my seat. She ignores me, swinging her leg over and holding her hand out to me.
“Get on, or I’ll force you on,” she threatens.
Ki holds it still for me. It’s cold when it touches my entrance and I flinch.
“Good girl,” she praises, and I drop down, humming when the vibrations from the bike also come into play. She chuckles into her earpiece, “Make a mess on my bike. I want cum to be dripping off that toy when we get there.”
Every single bump makes it feel like I’m being slowly fucked.
It’s just enough of a tease that when we get to a stop sign, I rock back and forth to get more.
I need more. Ki runs her hand up and down my thigh and I cry out when the small bullet trapped between my thighs vibrates.
“Ki,” I beg, tightening my hold around her waist, and the muscles in my legs and abs clench.
It’s powerful and I feel like I’m going to drench the seat in seconds, but the moment we are driving again, she turns it off and my body slumps into hers.
I’m left so fucking wet and horny. It takes a couple of seconds to calm my breathing before I yell at her.
“That wasn’t f-fair,” I stutter when we come to a stop again and she turns the blasted sonic speed vibration back on.
My ass lifts off the bike slightly and slams back down when she takes off again.
I moan when the dildo hits that sweet spot but whine simultaneously when the vibrator gets turned off… again.
“This is torture,” I say on an exhale, frustrated. I need to come, and I don’t care who is watching anymore.
“The best kind,” she counters.
Every stoplight and stop sign is the same.
By the time we pull into the parking lot of the bar, I’m grinding against the bike, riding the dildo trying to make myself come since she keeps denying me.
She lets out a sound of disapproval when she gets off the bike and sees what I’m doing.
Her hands go to my thighs, holding me still.
When I said I wanted Shadow, I meant the orgasm SUPPLIER not the orgasm deny-her.
“I hate you,” I mumble, narrowing my eyes when she removes my helmet. She fixes my hair the best she can, but my forehead is sweaty from being on the edge of explosion the entire way here, so my bangs probably look absolutely horrid.
“No, you don’t,” she said surely through the voice changer, and I melt.
“How am I supposed to get off this thing without everyone seeing?”
“I parked in the back corner for a reason.”
She unhooks the straps and helps me off with the dildo remaining inside me.
“Look at the mess you made,” she praises, swiping her finger through the evidence of her torture.
I should be embarrassed, but all I want to do is kiss her the moment she takes off her helmet. She lifts my chin with her finger and presses a ghost of a kiss to my lips as she reaches underneath my dress and pulls out the cum-covered toy.
“Such a dirty little slut,” she growls in my ear, and I want to drop to my knees and beg for her to fuck me right here for all to see. She holds the toy between us, admiring how dirty a slut I really am.
“Get on your knees,” she demands, and I search her face for any sign that she is joking. “Did I make that seem as if you had a choice? Get. On. Your. Knees.”
My knees hit the ground a little too hard, and I wince when tiny pebbles and uneven pavement digs into my bare skin.
She holds the base of the dildo, the tip jutting towards my face, glistening with my arousal. “Stick out your tongue.” The commanding tone of her voice makes it difficult for my red flag loving body to disobey.
I’ve tasted myself before, many times, but never like this.
Never this much. She glides the silicone, still warm from being inside me, over my tongue and turns on the vibrator.
I grab her thighs to steady myself when all I want to do is crash to the ground.
She uses the opportunity to thrust forward, shoving the toy in farther until I gag…
. and moan? Oh great. Another fucked-up thing my demon pussy enjoys.
I hum around the dildo and hump air, chasing a climax I know isn’t coming.
She knows my body. Knows the precise moment to turn off the vibrator to leave me wanting.
I fall forward onto the palms of my hands and suck in ragged breaths while she hides the toy somewhere on her bike.
She must have a secret compartment. I can’t go inside like this.
I’m going to look like a crack whore searching for their next hit.
I’m sweaty, going insane, I’m sure my eyes are dilated, and now I have dirt on my knees.
“Babe,” I whine as she helps me to my feet and kisses it all better, licking my arousal off my lips and tongue.
“Fuck, you taste good. Be a good girl and stay quiet while we are in here, alright? I don’t want anyone knowing my girl is dripping down her thighs for me to clean up later.”
She snakes her arm around my lower back, guiding me to our seats at the same table as before, making sure everyone is aware she came here with me.
Like she’s proud that I’m hers. It makes me feel loved.
Before we get too close to the table, she stakes her claim.
Her lips are always so soft. My legs are already a wobbly mess, and she keeps kissing me like she loves me, and it’s turning me into an even bigger puddle on the floor.
“Baby, I really need you to fuck me,” I whimper in her ear, and she sends a single jolt to my clit, and I yelp.
“Shh.” She takes my hand and guides me to the table. When she pulls my chair out for me, she winks. This is going to be a long night.
I’m in the middle of her and Ryker again.
I think it’s because he’s the only one she is okay with me being near.
In the middle of ordering my food, I have to clamp my lips together.
Another jolt. Oh, this is embarrassing. When I’m squeezing a lemon into my water, she blasts me with a longer one, and I clench the lemon in my fist, squirting it all over the place.
I snap my gaze toward her, and she has her fist at her mouth, laughing.
The only good thing about all of this is that the vibrator is almost silent.
So everyone is just going to think I’m fucking insane instead of getting toyed with.
The third one steals the air from my lungs, and I not only grab her thigh, I grab Ryker’s too, attempting to stop my body from elevating. When it stops, I let out a shaky breath, and a tear trickles from the corner of my eye. Ryker wipes it away and grins.
“Let me hold it,” he says to Kioni, reaching his hand out.
“Absolutely not,” I whisper-shout and smack his hand away.
“Babe, I need to go to the bathroom,” I tell Kioni as quietly as I can.
“If you come back out here without it on, I will make you wear it all fucking night and never once let you come,” she threatens.
I nod and scoot my chair back, smoothing my dress down and walk to the bathroom.
Fuck that. I’m not wearing this longer than I ha-have to.
Oh, no. I cross my legs and grab a chair to keep me upright.
“S-sorry,” I stutter, apologizing to the man sitting in the said chair.
When I can stand upright again, I glare at her, and she has her lips pinched together.
Ryker has his face buried in his hands, laughing.
I glance around the table, but they are all too busy eating or with their own conversations to pay any mind to the madness.
I fill my lungs to capacity and exhale slowly, beginning my trek to the ladies’ room again.
I make it into a stall and slap my hand over my mouth, a partial scream still slipping through.
My knees buckle and I grab the large toilet paper holder to stop myself from falling to the disgusting bathroom floor.
My body trembles, and a small voice comes from the stall next to me.
“Miss. Are you okay?” someone asks.
“Y-yes. Just c-cramps.”
She’s going to let me come this time. Stars burst behind my vision, and then I’m falling to my knees, breathless and beyond sexually frustrated. A bead of sweat drips into my eye, and I’m too weak to wipe it away.
“Are you sure you’re okay, ma’am?” the same lady questions again, probably spotting my legs under the stall door.
“Yes,” I hiss. “I’m okay, I just slipped.”
“Okay,” she mumbles and finally leaves me in peace.
It’s a bar. I could just be drunk. She’ll assume I had too much to drink, is all.
I force myself to stand and tug the tight devil panties down with a convenient opening where my entrance is.
It’s so hard to pee and takes forever. My clit is so swollen.
I wash my hands and take a look at myself in the mirror.
My face is flushed. I grab my hair and put it in the messiest messy bun, but I can’t care right now. I’m going back to war.
Her hand glides underneath my dress and over my panties, assuring I put the device back into place. When her fingers brush over my panties, she kisses my neck. “Such a good girl for me,” she purrs.
I can barely think or see straight by the time dinner is over and we are walking back to her bike.
It’s dark now, so when we reach the back corner of the parking lot, she’s the one who drops to her knees this time.
She has me put a leg over her shoulder, and she holds my thigh and hip to keep me balanced.
I sigh happily when her warm tongue dips into me.
“Kioni, I need you so bad, baby. Please.”
She thrusts her tongue inside me in quick sessions, and then my foot is placed back on the ground and she’s standing in front of me.
“Just a little longer. I want to hear you beg some more.”
And I do. I beg the entire way to her house, dipping my hand under her waistband before she can stop me.
I play with her until we pull into her garage, and I’m being lifted into her arms. Our kiss is pure desperation.
When we reach her bedroom, she tugs my dress off before throwing me onto her bed.
She disappears into her closet, returning dressed like Shadow in the devil mask with black pants.
A black sports bra replaces the back hoodie she used to hide inside.
My lips part as she unzips her jeans and pulls out the cock she used on me when she was dressed like this.
She’s the prettiest devil I’ve ever seen.
I squeal when she grabs my ankles and yanks me to the edge of the bed, spreading my thighs apart.
She’s not gentle when she’s Shadow, and my body cries out for this side of her. Her fingers dip inside me.
“You’re still so fucking wet,” she growls. The tip teases my entrance and I beg again.
“Shadow, please fuck me.” My head falls back when she thrusts inside me, letting out a moan of relief. Her abs tighten each time she pistons her hips forward, and she looks god-like…demanding of worship, praise, and pleasure.
I hear vibrations, but I don’t feel them.
The deep hum coming from the mask tells me it’s my devil chasing her own release.
Then my toy turns on too, and I arch my back off the bed.
She fucks into me harder until all you hear is wet slapping, vibrations, and wild moans and screams until we are drenched, panting, and she collapses on top of me.
I wrap my legs around her waist and tug off her mask. It clangs against the floor, and I pull her to me by the back of her neck, and kiss her like my life depends on it.
“You are everything I’ve ever wanted and more, Kioni. Tell me what I have to do to stay yours forever.”
“You’re already doing it, love. You chose me. Keep choosing me.”
“Always.”