by Mimi Tulane
She lowered her hands from his shoulders down to his ass and cupped the globes, pulling him to her tighter as they rubbed together, grinding cock to pussy, building the sweet friction.
“Ahmad!” She cried out his name, panting as he reached between them and literally ripped the panties from her, then positioned himself between her thighs, draping her hose-covered legs over his shoulders. She was wearing her hose and heels now and nothing else. Her bare pussy lips were being parted by his large hands. Her back arched when his lips made contact with her clit and she hissed out her pleasure. His tongue was a whirling dervish, flicking the tender bud, swirling the nub before gently sucking it into his mouth. “Yes that’s it, Ahmad, right there, baby, oh so good!” She crooned out her enthusiasm, his lips and tongue bringing her dangerously close to climax.
The minute he inserted first one then two of his thick digits into her aching cunt, she was done for. He plunged his fingers into her pussy and watched her as she rode his hand, coming apart and coating his fingers with the evidence of her orgasm. “Oh God, Ahmad, I’m coming!” Her hips gyrated from the bed and he continued to finger fuck her through her orgasm, his eyes intense burning flames of raw desire.
“That’s it, Angel, come for me!” He ground out his own command that she so readily obeyed as wave after wave of pleasure assaulted her body, her breathing coming in erratic pants. As her orgasm crested, peaked, then slowly subsided, he slowed the pumping actions of his fingers, his thumb gently rotating her sensitized clit.
“You look so beautiful when you come, Mistress, but I’m just getting started.” He rose over her, removing his fingers from her cunt then cleaning her cum from them with his long tongue.
Jocelyn reached for him, pulling him down to kiss him, tasting her own essence upon his full lips. She wasn’t ready to play that passive, however. “My turn,” she simply stated, then changed positions with him to his surprise. “You didn’t think I was going to let you have all the fun now did you?” she asked him with a smile, her eyes alit and her face flushed from her orgasm. He slowly smiled, an action she’d marvel at again and again. That man had a smile that could melt steel and turn it into a molten puddle of Jell-O.
He lay back with his hands clasped behind his head in sexy repose as she kissed his barreled thighs, nuzzling the heavy sac between them then taking a hold of the turgid length of his cock that was easily a good ten inches or better. His cock was a thing of beauty, thick, dark and heavily ridged with veins. Already her pussy was priming itself for the inevitable, but first her upper lips wanted to feel that massive organ between them. She slowly glided her tongue over the tip of his cock then along the length several times, leaving a hot, moist trail before encapsulating the head of his engorged member within her mouth. Suckling with vigor, her cheeks hollowed as she bobbed up and down upon his cock, cupping his balls with one hand and pumping his shaft with the other. “Damn Angel you feel fucking incredible!” he exclaimed, pumping his hips. Groaning, he propped himself up on his elbows to watch her take his cock inside her mouth.
Chuckling, she raised her lips from his cock long enough to issue a warning. “Tonight we are just man and woman, but after this, I am your Domme and if you speak out of turn at any time during your training you are so going to pay for it!” His cock literally leaped in response as he lowered himself back into a prone position upon the bed, groaning. She hid her smile by popping his cock back into her mouth, secretly pleased that she could elicit such a response from him both physically and verbally.
Ahmad was going to be a challenge, a handful, all male arrogance at times she was sure, but oh what a joy he would be. She continued to bob up and down, sucking him deep within her mouth toward the back of her throat while she milked his shaft and balls with her hands. The very thing she craved she received—the give and take of a lover of equal measure. If tonight was any indication of what her time with Ahmad would be like, she was clearly on the path of no return with her heart heading on a collision course with love.
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Not for the first time did Ahmad feel like he was dying. Only this time, it was not from an attempted murder but from the torturous bliss of his Angel and her talented mouth. “Mistress, I need to feel your pussy around me. You can punish me later. Right now I want to fill you with my cock!” he ground out, and she chuckled as she climbed up to grip him by his chin.
“I gave you free rein so now you’re giving me orders, is that it?” He knew he was challenging her just as she was challenging him, and it seemed she was more than okay with it, well at least for the time being.
“I’m going to take this all the way to the bank—I don’t know when you’ll hand over the reins again!” he said with a deep laugh before he barrel-rolled her onto her back then raised her leg over his shoulder. He poised his cock outside the entrance to her wet pussy, his eyes glittering in semi-defiance. “Tell me you’ve changed your mind then. That you don’t want me to fuck you as if I owned you!” Jocelyn’s eyes fluttered closed and a moan from someplace deep inside escaped her lips. When she did not deny his accusation he didn’t bother waiting for response. He plunged inside to the hilt, stretching her, forcing the tight muscles of her pussy to give way to his cock, and began to fuck her hard just as she had asked, not commanded him to do. “Fuck me your pussy is heaven!” he bellowed as he rocked her and the bed, fucking her hard, pounding her pussy the way she wanted.
“Yes, yes, oh yes like that! Like that! Ahmad! Oh yes, baby, give me your cock, give it to me!” she cried out, rolling her hips. The force of his thrust caused their flesh to meet with wet slapping sounds. Her pussy was flooding with liquid heat, coating his entry, making the way perfect. He held himself effortlessly upright over her as he continued to slam her back out, going deeper and deeper.
Being inside of her was like thrusting into a tight fist, only better. Her walls gripped him erratically. With each entry and retreat her pussy clamped down on his dick in a chokehold he no longer had to imagine. He now had firsthand knowledge of how good she felt. Her body was his home as far as he was concerned. She was his and tonight he’d make sure she knew that. The contractions of her pussy were sucking his cock deeper inside of her and signaling her release was close at hand. For that matter he couldn’t hold back the riptide of pleasure that had coursed its way through him like a rushing current. “Come with me, Angel, let me take us there!” They locked eyes as they headed toward that ultimate tidal wave of pleasure.
They came in unison, his cock jerking and spilling inside of her, his semen hot and thick while she let go and cried out in a tsunami of heat, her pussy clamping down around his shaft with each tremor, her back arching from the bed and her nails digging into his flesh. “Ahmad, oh God it’s too much, it’s too much!”
“Just hold on to me, baby I’ve got you and I’m never letting go, Angel, so help me I am never letting you go!”
He fucked her through her orgasm and his own, emptying his balls and burying himself so deeply within the confines of her tight sheath, holding onto her with all the strength he had left as they crested then ebbed together. He rolled her upon his chest and held her close to him. The beating of his heart hammered within his rib cage as he fought to catch his breath. He listened to his Angel as she labored with her own breathing.
“How do you feel now?” he asked her softly, gently caressing her shoulders as he engulfed her in his embrace.
“Like I’m truly alive…like I belong to you,” she answered softly.
“Good, because if I didn’t do my job…” They both chuckled.
“Oh no, Ahmad, you did your job and then some. But the question I want to ask you is, are you ready to enter into service? I’m sorry but you just don’t seem like a man that will take orders from just anyone.”
“Angel, I want to do this with you, I haven’t changed my mind. Woman you’re all I’ve wanted since the day you stopped on the side of the road and kept my ass alive. You were good for me then, and you’re good for me now.
I accept you and this lifestyle. But may I make a request before we start training?” he asked her sincerely.
She smiled. “Yes you may, anything.”
His grin should have warned her. “Can I have you one more time? Fuck I want you again!” He covered her body with his own, taking her protesting lips in another searing kiss as she melted in his embrace. He was more than willing to accept whatever punishment she had in mind…later.
Chapter 12
That cheeky devil. Jocelyn’s lips quirked as she lay upon the massaging table set up in her bedroom, enjoying the sensual massage Ahmad was giving her. She was finding it harder and harder not to smile from Ahmad and his antics. Oh, he was not disobeying her out of bratty belligerence. He just had an annoyingly perceptive way of anticipating her needs despite her voicing anything to the contrary. Her workout today had been rather strenuous and he’d insisted on giving her a massage, despite her claims that she was fine and would just grab a hot shower. She’d stepped from within the bathroom only to find he’d set up the portable table and had heated some of her favorite scented oils.
A CD was playing R&B ballads and he was looking oh-so-fine. His body was a finely honed playland that she enjoyed viewing. He’d made sure to don the latest set of fetish wear she’d purchased for him. His skin was oiled to perfection and shown like polish glass—one of her requirements during his service. It was also one of her guilty pleasures to rub oil onto his massive body and feel the play of his muscles beneath her palms. Either way, whether he put oil on himself for her benefit or she herself rubbed him down, seeing Ahmad oiled and wearing what she chose for him pleased her greatly.
She acquiesced with an arched brow and he helped her climb up onto the table. She couldn’t stop herself from laughing when “Let Me Love You Down” by Ready for the World began to play, his idea of wooing. “Going old school, Ahmad?” He waggled his brows. “Hey, I made this mix CD just for you, Mistress. A little Teddy P., throw in some Luther, all a part of my ingenious plan designed to help you to just relax and enjoy being served.” It hadn’t escaped her that by giving her a massage he was also fulfilling his own need to touch her body. She peeled away her towel and got comfortable. “Then serve me well,” she commanded then closed her eyes to enjoy the feel of his hands. She would just overlook his shenanigans…this time.
* * * *
Jocelyn had begun his training with simple things—assigning him tasks such as house work as she flogged him, ordering him to balance her wine glass on his back while kneeling on his hands and knees, or to prepare meals and do laundry in revealing attire. Granted she lived off of a semi-private road, her nearest neighbor a half mile away. Today on her way home from grocery shopping she decided that she’d help her fastidious sub over his “shyness” about wearing fetish attire in public. She called home and when he answered, she gave him a command that she knew would test his resolve. “Ahmad I’m entering the driveway. I’d like you to come out and unload the car.” She exited the car then popped the trunk just as he opened the front door and came out, clad in her chosen outfit for today—a pair of tight leather undies, ankle cuffs, and a set of weighted nipple clamps and his collar. The sight of him, however, ignited a throbbing need that ran through her clit and deeper inside. He was such a sexy sight to see and she readily admitted to herself having him on display at the club would not only make her proud—as he was shaping up to be a fine figure of a sub—but cause the female patrons to suffer palpitations in various places. Jocelyn decided she’d have to make very sure she was ready for him to be on display, but then how much of him. She was beginning to feel a tad possessive.
He worked without saying a word, collecting the groceries and various other bags from her shopping trip. The weather was going through an Indian summer, otherwise she wouldn’t have subjected him to the elements as scantily clad as he was. Once back inside he stood by the counter at parade rest awaiting further instructions. All the while, Jocelyn’s need was growing. “Ahmad, I’m going to go get comfortable while you put away the groceries. However, there’s a bottle of chocolate syrup, a jar of cherries, a container of crushed pineapple, and a container of whipped cream. I’d like you to bring those things to the bedroom when you’re done.” She turned but not before seeing the telltale signs of a bulge beginning to form at his crotch.
She changed out of her outfit into one of his T-shirts then sat in the middle of the floor. She was bare underneath. A little afternoon delight was in order. After all, he did obey her command and left the comfort zone of the house to walk outside in his attire. She was pretty sure she caught him checking the main road for signs of traffic as she peered at him from inside the house. She made sure to stifle her laughter before he approached not wanting him to hear her and add to his misery. Parading around for her benefit was one thing but Ahmad had already voiced his “concern” about being seen in some of the kinky attire she liked to see him in. A reward was definitely in order.
Ahmad entered the bedroom with the requested items on a tray. “Sit it here by me, Ahmad, then kneel before me.” As he did as she requested she removed the weighted clamps he’d endured while she was away and rubbed some life back into his numb nipples with her tongue. The rise and fall of his chest had picked up slightly.
“How do you feel knowing it pleases me when you obey my commands?”
“It makes me feel pleased, really good knowing you approve of my efforts.” His answers were continually chipping away at that wall she’d erected long ago exposing more of her feelings to him. She didn’t know if he did it intentionally but the effect was still the same. Little bit by little bit Ahmad Dupree was working his way into her heart.
“Well it pleases me now to reward you. I know how uncomfortable you are by some of the gear I parade you around in, and to actually go out in public wearing it just to please me, touches me. BDSM isn’t all about discipline by flogging and doling out punishments. There are times when you can punish your sub by denial or with pleasure. And then there are times when you reward the growth of your sub, by having a little dessert before dinner. Remove your shorts.”
She watched him slowly pulling the leather briefs down, his cock springing out of its own accord, the head of it beaded with pre-cum. His cock made her mouth water but she was going to play this out slowly. “Do you mind? I wasn’t in the mood for anything but one of your T-shirts. I can still smell the cologne you wore in the fabric. It’s making me wet. Oh, did I mention that’s all I’m wearing is your T-shirt?”
She was killing him slowly with her words. She knew that. His cock was acting as a temperature gage, rising higher as it got hotter between them. “Lie down right here, Ahmad. I’ve had a taste for a banana split,” she all but whispered as he lay back placing his hand beneath his head, her preferred place for them unless she said otherwise. “Mistress, I left the bananas on the hanger in the kitchen, did I miss one of your instructions?” She smiled coyly. “Oh no Ahmad you brought a rather large piece of fruit with you.”
She watched him trying to hold onto his control. She had never played with him in this manner, loosely and with food, something any vanilla couple might experiment with. With him lying on his back, his cock was standing at full attention. She leaned over and licked the bead from his cock head smacking her lips then proceeded to assemble her banana split. With each sensation his cock twitched. The coolness of whip cream, the sweet sticky fruit, and then the drizzle of chocolate that began with a line leading from his wide chest down toward her “dessert”—she used each item to arouse him, build up the need growing within them both. Her nipples were hard pebbles and the soft feel of the fabric of her sub’s T-shirt was grazing them, adding to her own mounting arousal.
She slowly swiped with her tongue at the trail of chocolate causing Ahmad’s breath to hitch. She made her way down to the main course where the fruit and cream lie, and began to nibble slowly, grazing his skin with her teeth and teasing him with her lips. “Mistress…” he groaned trying to hold onto his restr
aint. Jocelyn gave Ahmad head within an inch of his life, suckling his cock, her head bobbing up and down as she pumped his shaft smearing the sticky gooey mess creating layers of sensations.
By the time she finished enjoying her “snack” her sub was in a semi-state of satiated shock. She even leaned over him after he came and tied a cherry stem with her tongue. She chuckled when he cock began to convulse and twitch for the second time emptying itself. “Mistress, I may need medical attention.” he croaked out, which caused her to fall into a peel of womanly laughter. “I don’t think you’ve died but if you see a light don’t enter the tunnel. I may want to bathe you next.”
Rising to stand over him, she planted her feet on either side of his head making sure he had a clear line of sight to what he worked the hardest for. “Be a good pet, and you’ll find yourself digging for buried treasure later.” His only reply was to nod his head vigorously up and down. “That’s my good boy.” She purred.
* * * *
A few days later after he recovered from his Mistress’s reward she had asked him to wear a specific costume for her, informing him to expect a very important guest and to prepare cocktails and canapés. When the doorbell rang, she yelled out from her office for him to answer it. He was for the most part nonplussed. After all, she did tell him to expect someone. He had resigned himself to do as she bade no matter what he was wearing or who the invited guest was. That was until he opened the door to welcome his Mistress’s visitor. “Well hello, you must be Ahmad. I’m Imani, Jocie is expecting me. May I come in?” Ahmad felt his face heating. He’d answered the door as per his Mistress’s instructions, wearing the ridiculous get up she required. Yet now, standing there in front of her best friend and if he remembered correctly bride-to-be of her cousin Mac, he felt as subconscious as one could—given what he was wearing.
