by Lauren Luman
Chapter 5
As we enter Malakai’s loft, I take in the décor. It fits what I see in him. The look is sleek and masculine, yet inviting. Family photos and art adorn the walls, contributing to that feeling of “home.” On my right is the living space with black leather furniture, a glass-topped coffee table with silver metal adornments on each leg. A large flat-screen television is mounted over an electric fireplace, and to its left is a tall bookshelf filled with literature. I walk over and trail my fingers along the spine of each book. “A man that reads …” I say to myself giddily.
“See something you like, Carrie?” I hear Malakai call behind me.
“Oh, just admiring your collection,” I respond. “I’m an avid reader myself, you know.”
“So you’ve mentioned. I need you to turn around and strip down for me, then get on your knees. I assume you know a submissive pose?”
My throat goes dry, not expecting things to move so quickly. But for some reason, I trust Malakai implicitly. Perhaps it’s in how he condemned Troy’s actions, or maybe just in his gentle command. I nod and begin to slowly take my clothes off. First, I bend down to remove my heels, standing flat on my feet. I then reach for the side of my skirt, where the zipper is, and pull down. Maintaining eye contact, I let my skirt fall to the floor and move to pull my shirt over my head. As I stand there in only my bra, I peer down at the scar down my chest. Feeling his eyes caress my body, I cross my arms over it in attempt to hide this piece of my past, but Malakai shakes his head to signal he wants to see all of me.
“You have no reason to hide who you are, love. Put your arms down, and take your bra off. I’ve been dying all night imagining what your nipples look like and how those peaks would feel between my fingers, or clamped maybe.” Remembering my shower orgasm from earlier, it’s as if this man is in my head, seeing my inner-most fantasies. With that, I reach behind my back and unclasp my nude, strapless bra. It hits the light hardwood floor with a soft thud, leaving me bare, my entire body on display for this devastatingly handsome, dominant man in front of me.
I kneel on the large, grey area rug next to me and put my head down, but not before I notice the prominent bulge in Malakai’s pants that causes my mouth to water. I suppress the same grin from the restaurant and look down at the floor, placing my palms on my thighs. My pussy is throbbing with need, and Malakai just stands there, admiring me.
“Carrie, you are magnificent. Seeing you on your knees, ready to submit to me, has me so fucking hard. But then, you already noticed that, didn’t you? Now, you are to remain in that pose until I return.” And he disappears down the hallway and up the stairwell. Minutes pass, and my nerves begin to heighten, but I know patience is something Malakai requires of me. Then he reappears with a red velvet box in his hands. I look up to see that he’s removed his jacket, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned the top two buttons, leaving it open to what I can tell is a firm, strong chest. He sets the box down on the coffee table and approaches my still kneeling form.
“Did I say you could look up, love?”
“No, Sir,” I replied.
“All right, then.”
The way my body responds to his voice in this dominant mode has me fiending for release like an addict. I feel him come nearer and squat in front of me, placing his finger under my chin to lift my head up.
“Seeing you like this, Carrie, takes my breath away. I know we haven’t exactly discussed limits, so I’m going to start small.” He stands back up to his full height and reaches for the box. Opening it, Malakai removes an eye mask and a pair of cloth-lined cuffs. He moves around behind me, stretching the mask around my eyes and effectively turning my world dark. I feel him pull on my wrists and lock each in one of the loops of the binding, securing my arms behind my back. The lining is soft but strong.
“Carrie, how do you feel?” Malakai asks, checking in.
“I’m perfectly fine, Sir.” I encourage.
“Good to know.” And he moves to lift me up, arms under my knees and neck, carrying me like a child. “What is your safe word, love?”
“Butterfly, Sir.”
“Very good. You know if it becomes too much, just say the word, and everything stops.”
“Yes, Sir.”
He lifts me up, one arm under my knees and the other behind my neck, carries me down what I assume is the same hallway down which he disappeared earlier, then up the same stairwell, and I hear a door creak open. Malakai sets me on my feet, standing, and I feel a fingertip trail down the top of my scar to its end, ever so slightly. My body starts to shake in anticipation of what may come next. This man touches my body like he knows exactly what gets under my skin. Then his touch leaves my body, and I feel this warm, wet sensation on my left nipple. I realize it’s his tongue, circling and nibbling, while his fingers pull on my right nipple, rolling it between them.
“Oh, fuck,” I let out.
My nipple turns cold and hard as he lifts his head. “Quiet love, or I’ll punish you. Can you do that for me?”
“Yes, Sir,” I whisper in a ragged breath.
Then I feel Malakai’s hot mouth on me again, and the sensation is all too much. I can feel myself on the edge of a cliff, about to fall.
“Spread your legs for me, Carrie,” he commands, and of course, I comply. He kisses down my body, softly grazing my skin with his teeth then plunging his face between my thighs to my wet core. My knees nearly buckle, but he uses his hands to grip both thighs, holding me steady. My head falls back with a feeling of ecstasy, but I clamp my mouth shut so I remain quiet. His tongue is doing amazing things to my pussy, flicking over my sensitive, engorged clit then sucking ever so slowly. He does this over and over, but just as I am about to come, I feel the absence of his touch. I moan, and he lifts me up on a bed, places me face down, smacking my ass cheeks just enough to leave a wonderful stinging sensation. I hear Malakai unzip his pants and open a condom wrapper. He pulls me up on my knees, spreads my ass cheeks, lines up the tip of his rock-hard dick with my wetness and slams into me, holding himself there as a growl escapes his throat. Suddenly, he yanks on the cuffs so I’m pulled up to an angle, and he drives into me relentlessly. He's hard-as-steel, thick and long, plunging into the depths of my body. With his free hand, he takes hold of my hair and pulls. Between the pain from fucking, and the pain from him pulling my hair, my entire body is on fire, about to explode like fireworks.
“Please, Sir,” I beg.
“Please, what?”
“Please, I’m…about…to…come.” I’m panting in between my words in need of release.
“Now, Carrie,” Malakai commands. “Come now.”
A few more strokes, and my body trembles with the most intense orgasm I have ever had. This man has split me open, body and soul, and I know that after tonight, I am wrecked for any other. I hear him growl again, signaling his own orgasm, and he spills into me.
“You are so beautiful,” Malakai says to me with so much reverence in his voice. He pulls out, disposes of the condom and comes back with a warm washcloth. He gently cleans me up then removes the eye mask and unlocks the cuffs. I turn over on my back slowly and lie there with my eyes closed, unmoving, chest heaving with deep breaths. The bed dips next to me, and he pulls my back to his front. “Carrie, love, how any man could do anything less than treasure you is beyond me.” My heart skips a beat, and I take hold of the hand he has resting on my stomach, drifting off into slumber.
Chapter 6
I awake the next morning and stretch, my body sore from the deliciously deviant acts of the night before and a wide grin on my face. Why had I hesitated before? All these years I’ve deprived myself of this world, but then I remember why. I had good reason, and maybe it just took the right man. Is that Malakai? It certainly seems so. I look over to his side of the bed and see it empty, but smell the aroma of coffee wafting through the loft.
I slip out of the bed and pad down the hall to living area, noticing my clothes folded neatly in a recliner, shoes sitting on
the floor next to it.
“Good morning, love,” I hear Malakai say from the kitchen.
“Mmm, good morning,” I smile at him and amble in his direction. He hands me a cup of coffee across the breakfast bar of the kitchen and a bowl with assorted creamer and sweetener packets. I fix it to my liking with vanilla creamer and some sugar, then take in the scent. This, alone, has awakened some of my senses.
Malakai chuckles while he doctors his own mug of caffeine. He’s dressed in drawstring pajama pants and is bare chested, letting me see what I’d only imagined the night before. A strong, broad chest. Smooth, dark brown skin. Abs for days. I wanted to lick him up and down. He catches me looking, and I feel my entire body flush with heat. He walks around the bar and takes my hand, leading me back up the stairs to the bedroom. Once inside, he sets his cup of coffee down on the dresser and opens the second drawer from the top. He grabs one of the many folded tee shirts and tosses it on the bed.
“Come here, Carrie. Your body is sinfully beautiful, but oh so distracting.” He says, his voice dripping with adoration. He takes my coffee cup as well, setting it next to his, and pulls me over by the bed. “Arms up.” And he proceeds to dress me in one of his articles of clothing. One date. One fuck, which by the way was so much more than that, and Malakai has already inserted a piece of himself into my soul. I have never felt so utterly possessed by a man, so cherished, after such a short period of time.
“Do you work today, love?” He asks, interrupting my reverie.
“No, my job is only part time, remember? I usually only work Mondays, Wednesdays and Fridays. I’d left early yesterday, because I was a bit … distracted. My boss told me I could make the time up if I want, but I have to make sure I am in the right headspace.”
“Distracted, huh?” Malakai teases.
“Yes, well …”
“I want to take you somewhere. It’s another surprise, but don’t be nervous.”
“Not at all,” I respond, curious.
“Okay well let’s get cleaned up, and I will take you downstairs to get some fresh clothes. You can dress comfortably for what I have planned.”
“Yes, Sir”
“Carrie,” he chuckles, “in everyday conversation, just call me Malakai.”
“Of course,” I grin.
***
The hot water of Malakai’s spacious shower has the entire bathroom feeling like a sauna. We step in through the glass doors, and he pins me to the shower wall, arms above me, consuming me with a deep kiss. He pulls away momentarily, our breaths heaving with lust.
“I thought we were in here to get clean,” I quip.
“But getting dirty is so much more fun. I like you dirty.” Malakai pulls me away from the wall to the adjacent bench. “Sit, love.” He looks at me with a depraved and starving look, stroking his now hard cock. “Open your mouth and worship me. I want to feel your tongue, your throat, enveloping my hardness.”
Staring at his beautiful, hard, brown-skinned dick, my mouth starts to water. I’ve been fantasizing about this moment. What it would feel like sliding in and out of my mouth. How it would taste to feel his cum shoot down my throat. I prop my mouth open, and he takes my jaw in his hand, guiding that magnificent piece slowly across my tongue. As Malakai gets his cock all the way to the back, he takes his hand off my jaw and places it on top of my head, into my wet hair, holding firmly. He begins to pick up speed.
“Put your hands behind your back, Carrie. Fuck, your mouth feels so good, like heaven.” Malakai groans out. He continues pushing to the back of my throat, threatening to gag me. My hands are itching to stroke the base at the gap where my lips don’t quite touch his pelvis, but I remain a good sub and keep them clasped at the small of my back.
“Carrie, bring one of your hands around, and play with yourself. I want to see you shatter with me. I didn’t get to see your face while you came last night, so I want to see that look of bliss now.”
I bring my right hand forward, and begin to rub my hard, aroused clit. My pussy is soaking wet, and not just from the shower water. This intimate, oral act has always been something that’s turned me on the most. I gain momentum, close to the edge, and glance up at Malakai with a look that signals my impending climax.
“You’re close. I can see it in your expression,” he responds gruffly. “I am almost there. Almost. Let’s come together. Now, Carrie.” Malakai spills a salty stream into the back of my throat as my orgasm sends shockwaves throughout my body, weakening all my muscles. I swallow everything he has to give. He pulls out of me, a lazy grin growing on his handsome face. “Wow. Just…wow.” He rubs his bald head, attempting compose himself while I lean back on the bench, breathing deeply.
“Now, it’s time to get clean,” he responds, that lazy grin breaking out into a gleaming smile. We finish cleaning each other up, stealing flirtatious glances often.
After drying off and pulling on black boxer-briefs, Malakai dresses in a baby blue V-neck tee that shows off his broad chest and firm biceps, dark wash jeans and grey Converse sneakers. I dress in my clothes from the night before, and he escorts me downstairs to my apartment to allow me to dress in clean, comfortable clothes.
Entering my loft, I rush up the stairs and quickly throw my hair up in a bun. Rummaging through my closet, I grab a pair of cropped jeans, black flats, and a pink and white tank top. I pull a pair of white, lacey boy shorts from my top dresser drawer and put my ensemble together. Finding my black, crossbody bag, I transfer all my necessities from my clutch to my everyday purse. Before heading back downstairs to the waiting Malakai, I quickly brush my teeth to make sure I am minty fresh.
“All ready,” I call as I rush down into the hallway then the living area. Malakai is checking something on his cell, grinning like a loon.
“What’s the look for?” I ask.
“Just making sure everything goes as planned, love.”
“Well, okay then. Let’s get going.”
“Don’t forget who’s in charge,” he winks at me. This man makes me melt with every look, be it sweet, commanding or playful. I am putty where he is concerned.
“Yes, of course,” I giggle out.
Chapter 7
We cross the threshold of the parking garage below, and Malakai blips the car unlocked with his keyless entry remote. He opens the passenger door for me, and I sink down into the cushion of the grey leather seat. He gets in and brings the engine to life, easing out of his parking space.
“Are you going to tell me what you have planned, Malakai?” I inquire.
“Well, I want to take you somewhere that I hope you will find intriguing. Another place I own. Since it’s daytime, nobody will be there, but first, let’s get some brunch.”
We devour a meal of pancakes, bacon, eggs and grits after a night then morning of vigorous activities, reloading our energy. Conversation is light, and we are laughing through it all, feeling carefree. Malakai invigorates my spirit and energizes my mind, and I see the same in him of me. Once we’ve stuffed ourselves full, he settles the bill, and we are off to our ultimate destination, still unknown to me.
Malakai is holding my hand the entire drive, rubbing his thumb against the back, sending my skin alight with goosebumps, and a silly grin on my face. He brings the Audi into a parking lot just behind an unmarked building, signage absent. I observe my surroundings, skeptical.
“Malakai, where are we?” I ask, my voice full of doubt. Have I made a mistake blindingly trusting this man? We just met, and I’m letting him lead me into the unknown.
“Don’t worry, Carrie. It’s all on the up and up. You will see.”
We exit the vehicle, and he takes me by the hand, directing me into a solid black back door labeled “Employees only.” Indoors, the building is lit up, and I see a long hallway ahead of me, an office door to my right. Malakai opens the office, and urges me to sit on a soft, red microfiber sofa. In the center is a large, mahogany desk, papers strewn everywhere and a large desktop at the corner. Malakai brings t
he screen to life with a move of his mouse and types in his password. As the monitor lights up, I see a grid of monitors that oversee a club floor. The difference? This club has a stage with racks full of BDSM equipment. One of the squares shows another hallway full of doors. My jaw is gaping with wonder and curiosity.
“Malakai, what is this place?”
“Carrie, this is Red Velvet.” He smiles from ear to ear. “I’ve owned this place for a while, but never brought anyone here. Would you like a tour? I want to share all of this with you, everything.
“Wow, I am speechless, but also a little nervous now that I’m here.”
“No need to worry. I know you’re concerned with being on display for everyone else. We would never do anything in the public area. Your body is for my eyes only. The club is closed right now, and if I ever did want to play with you here, we would use my private suite. Currently, there is only a bed and ensuite bathroom, but if you ever feel comfortable, I would furnish it with all the accoutrements we would need to suit our needs and limits. Carrie, I don’t know how much you were taught or trained all those years ago, but part of this lifestyle is about setting and honoring limits. I could draw up an agreement, if you’d like, but that’s up to you. We wouldn’t have to be so formal, because I’d like to be more than just your Dominant. I know it seems sudden, but I want you in my life. Something about your presence just relieves the stresses and worries of my day. Your smile, it’s so contagious it shines bright like the sun. I want to see that smile and feel those tresses between my fingers every day. But I digress. I just want you to see the opportunity here to have something real. Please, let me show you around.” He pleads. Though we’ve not had many conversations in the short time we’ve known each other, I can tell he means every word he’s said.
“Yes, Malakai. I think I’d like that. I don’t see any harm in a simple walk through.”
Down the hallway, and onto the open floor, I stare at the stage, wide-eyed. Posted up is a St. Andrew’s Cross with cuffs at each end and shelving filled with items such as floggers, canes, whips, eye masks, a box of nipple clamps, and even dildos and vibrators. Though what makes me truly blush is the large box of condoms I see on the floor in an even bigger container of all brands and sizes. Hey, at least I know they are safe around here, I think to myself. Then I start to chuckle.
