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by Latrivia Nelson


  Keys broke from the kiss long enough to stare into her eyes. The connection burned a hole down to her soul. Eminence held onto his sweat-covered shoulders. He rested his forehead against hers as he pumped harder and faster.

  Eminence’s heart pounded so hard, between her staggered breath and Keys’s panting one, she only heard the beats.

  His cock fit inside of her channel as though built for her. By all accounts, it had been. Keys needed to be in her life. If she hadn’t gotten scared and run off, they could have been together long before today, long before this incredible moment.

  She dug her fingernails into his tough flesh on his back, and buried her face into the side of his neck, occasionally nipping at his salty skin. Sweat poured from his body. His large hand palmed one fleshy breast. His thumb circled her nipple while she nibbled on his earlobe.

  With a slight curve of his hips, Keys managed to hit a spot inside of her that broke her.

  “Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!” Eminence gripped the back of Keys’s neck.

  She constricted her limbs around him and felt the inner walls of her vagina tightening around his thick shaft. Keys must have felt that as well. He released a grunting sound, then pushed himself even deeper and held himself there.

  After a beat, he relaxed his hold on her as he kissed her shoulder. She rolled her head back and rested it against the wall so that she could see him.

  “That was amaz—”

  But Keys cut her off. “Not finished.” He carried her over to his bed and sat her down with gentleness. “I hope you’re in good shape. I plan on wearing you out. After today, there’s no way you’re going to forget about me.”

  Eminence would be in for a long, good damn night.

  Chapter Eleven

  After round four, Tank watched Eminence sleeping soundly in his bed. He wanted to wake her again, take her hard and long like he’d been doing all night long. Truth be told, even he’d worn himself out.

  He never thought he would want her as much as he did. What they shared between them, the chemistry, the history, the magic, he couldn’t deny. Whether he wanted to admit it or not, he still loved her. Did she still care for him, or was she just going along with his plan to get this one last fuck session out of their system?

  Tank trailed his fingertips down her bare back. Like a cat, she curved her back in the same direction as his hand, then moaned.

  “No more. Need sleep.” She didn’t open her eyes when she spoke.

  Tank had to laugh. “Come on, old lady. One more round.” He teased her as he kissed down her shoulder to the center of her back.

  “Not old,” she mumbled.

  He ducked under the blankets and the pungent aroma of their scents enveloped him. With careful precision, he managed to roll her onto her back, a feat considering she kept kicking her legs and mumbling something about being sore. She would definitely enjoy this treatment.

  Tank spread her legs apart and nestled himself in between them. His head hovered over her pussy. Even in the dark and under covers, he knew how to find her sexual core. With gentleness and care, he spread her pussy lips apart. The duo felt puffy yet slick under his fingers.

  He swiped his tongue from her opening to her clit. Tank remembered exactly how Eminence had tasted back in high school. Back then, she carried a sweet taste in her salty juices. He didn’t appreciate the flavor then. Now, he couldn’t get enough of her. Her essence tasted about the same, maybe a higher briny taste than before, but still a sweetness to it.

  His skin tingled the more he licked her. He swirled his tongue around her clit, which in turn made her gyrate her hips. Even from under the covers, he heard her moaning, but she still sounded like she hadn’t awakened yet.

  Tank dipped his tongue inside of her and she cried out.

  “Yes!” Eminence slid her feet back and forth next to his body as he continued to pleasure her.

  He kept up his stroking, painting her pussy with his tongue and teasing her hardened nub with the tip. When he covered her clit with his mouth and sucked on it gently, she jackknifed off the bed.

  “Oh God, Keys. What are you doing to me?” She removed the blankets off of him, then raised her hips off the bed as though he needed any more encouragement.

  The more he worked on her, the more Keys felt her legs trembling. The juices flowed from her, making him hard just thinking about plunging his cock inside of her tight pussy again.

  Tank sat up and reached over to the remaining string of condoms.

  “No, I can’t take it.” Eminence waved her hands to him. “You’re killing me.”

  He opened a package and rolled one down his dick. “I’ll take it easy on you. I promise.”

  Tank held the base of his cock and rubbed it up and down in between her juicy nether lips. Then with great care, he eased himself inside of her, little by little as she writhed and writhed under him. He cradled the back of her head in one hand and wrapped his other arm around her back.

  Even though he kept his thrusting slow and even, enjoying feeling the rigidity inside of her luscious vagina, he felt her body stiffen. In response, he held onto her and rolled onto his back, carrying her with him to put her on top.

  “Stop if you want to stop.” Tank rested his hands on her hips. He wanted so much to guide her, pull her back and forth on top of him until they both came again.

  Eminence stared down at him. She took his hands that were on her hips and brought them up to her breasts. He palmed them as she made the first grind on top of him.

  “Oh, yes. That’s it.” Tank massaged her tits, enjoying feeling the weight of them in his hands.

  She developed an easy rhythm, one where it didn’t look like she moved at all, but he felt her sliding up and down his shaft. Eminence had learned a lot in their time apart as well. Just thinking about another man touching her boiled his blood. Then again, he didn’t exactly remain abstinent himself. Tank had his share of women. None, though, who could keep his interest, sexually or intellectually.

  Eminence rode him faster and faster.

  “Take your time, darling. I’m here all night.” Tank gripped her hips to slow her down, but Eminence couldn’t be stopped.

  Her thighs squeezed together, then she pounded on his chest. “Fuck!”

  Eminence’s body shuddered as an explosive climax hit her. Tank, on the other hand, needed just a bit more. He sat up. With Eminence still on top of him, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Then he gripped her hips and thrust himself inside her.

  When their gazes connected, Eminence expressed regret for the time wasted, the false accusations made, the pain she caused without saying a word.

  Tank wanted to be a forgiving man, one that wanted a second go ‘round with her. Although this night started chipping away some of the wall he’d erected around his heart, it didn’t tear the walls down completely.

  A tear rolled down her cheek. Before more tears could be shed, she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder.

  Catching her passion, it propelled him to explode inside of her. Damn. Every night. He would want this, want her, every night. Would she have him? With what he had going on in his life, would she take that risk?

  “Perfect.” Tank kissed her shoulder and the side of her neck.

  He attempted to pull her off of his lap, but she curled herself around him even more.

  “Wait. Just wait.” She held onto him tighter. “I don’t know when I’ll have this again.”

  Damn. No more games. He had to tell her his true feelings, good or bad. Tank hesitated before wrapping his arms around her.

  “As much as I love holding you, I’m going to have to take care of some business here very quickly.” He felt her nodding next to his head before she sat up.

  Eminence brushed her lips against his before disembarking. He helped her onto the bed as he got up on wobbly legs and headed to the bathroom attached to his bedroom.

  “I see you’re moving,” she called as he stood in the bathro
om. “Coming or going?”

  “Going.” Tank emerged from the bathroom and padded back to the bed.

  “How did I know? Same ol’ Keys. Can’t stay in one spot long enough to settle down.”

  He grunted but didn’t respond to her statement. “So tell me. Why did you come out to Jay’s opening?” Tank positioned himself on his side just as Eminence reclined back.

  “I was trying to decide on some things in my personal life.” She smiled to herself. “I have an opportunity to go for a promotion and I’m nervous about going for it.” Eminence looked at Tank. “I thought if I came her alone that would get that shot in the arm that I need.”

  “Did it? Did you get what you needed by going?” Tank needed to hear what she had to say about tonight.

  Did she regret coming out and seeing Jordie and him? He took a deep breath and attempted to look relaxed. His balled fist probably gave away how he felt as he waited for her answer.

  “Yes, and then some.” She chewed on her lower lip. “It was awesome reconnecting with Jordie again. I can’t believe I put so much time and distance between the three of us. I was so stupid.”

  “So what we did? Do you—”

  “Loved every minute of it.” She put her hand on his chest and kissed his nipple.

  Tank held back a groan as he stroked his hand up and down her arm, producing goosebumps in his wake. “There’s something I need to tell you about me. I know after tonight, you’ll go your way and I’ll go mine.”

  “Not necessarily.” Eminence kissed his other nipple.

  Tank started to find it difficult to think let alone tell this woman about his secret proclivities. He had no plans of holding anything back. Not anymore. He’d lost Eminence before because he retained a secret. If she walked again, he’ll know that he put himself out there for her without fear or apologies.

  “Listen. Back in high school, there was some things that I liked that probably seem risqué.” Tank didn’t know why he tiptoed around the topic. He should have just said it: “Eminence, I’m a BDSM Dominant.” He didn’t want her bolting from the bed, not just yet.

  “What are you talking about?” Eminence sat up and pulled the sheets up to her chest to cover it.

  Tank sat up next to her. No more pussyfooting around. Time to come clean. Before making his statement, Tank made sure to look Eminence in her eyes. “I’m into the BDSM lifestyle. That’s bondage, domination, sadomasochism. I’m a Dominant.”

  Eminence stared at him for a moment, motionless. Like a slow sunrise, her face brightened, followed by laughter. “Stop playing. You were always a kidder.” She gave him a playful slap on his arm. “I thought you were going to tell me you’re a convicted felon or something.”

  “I’m not a felon but I am committed to this Lifestyle.” When Tank saw her go still again, he continued speaking. “I always knew there was something different about my sexual desires, even back in high school. I’d rather see someone do what I ask than sneak a peek at a cheerleader’s panties or something.”

  “Is that why you asked me to wear a clip in my hair back in high school when we dated?”

  “I liked looking at your face. I wanted your hair off it so I could see it. So, yes, I asked you to wear the hair clip, and to meet me at a certain time to go to school.”

  “Seven-thirty-five. Never seven-thirty.”

  “The odder the request, the more I liked it.”

  Eminence looked pensive. “The lunches, our dates.” She glared at him. “The sex?”

  Tank nodded. “I wanted to hold off us having sex. When you crawled into that closet with me, I couldn’t stop myself. Pinching your nipples whetted my appetite for more.” As he thought about the night, he couldn’t help but get hard again. “You didn’t flinch when I wrapped that black leather belt around your wrists and held you down while we had sex. I even wanted to blindfold you, but I always loved looking into your eyes.”

  “Stop it.” Eminence pulled the sheets up to her chin. “You’re lying. I don’t believe any of this. I get that we made a deal not to see each other anymore. Why do you feel like you have to truly push me away?”

  Tank kicked the sheets and comforter from his body and climbed out of bed. He padded over to a box in a corner and ripped it open. He reached his hand inside and pulled out the first thing he touched.

  After turning around he held up the item in front of his face. “This is a black leather flogger. I had this custom made by a friend of mine in North Carolina. I use this on submissives and slaves while I have them hung from a suspension bar or a St. Andrews cross.” He turned to the box again and pulled out a rattan cane. “I’ve used this and managed to make several submissives come from just tapping this over their bodies.” Into his box of tricks again, he pulled out a whip he bought for himself after he graduated from high school. “This whip I got during a trip to New York after we graduated.” He looked at the black leather bullwhip. “I’ve made many people crumble from using this on them.” Tank approached the bed. When he noticed Eminence backing up from him, his heart slowed a little. He took a seat next to her to show her he hadn’t really changed. “I trained at a BDSM club in D.C. I go by Master Tank.” He kept his stare on her. “I’m damn good at what I do.”

  Eminence’s breathing became heavy and labored. Tank had expected her to run, tell him she had a good time tonight and go.

  Instead she said, “Prove it.”

  Tank hadn’t expected that the woman who needed strength from a club opening to make a critical career decision would test a Dom. Without questioning her, Tank stood.

  “Stand up in front of me.” He took a couple of steps back to allow her room.

  After a beat, Eminence placed her feet on the floor first before she finally dropped the sheet and stood. She balled her hands into fists, then relaxed them.

  Tank strolled around her body. “While we’re in play, I want you to address me as Sir or Master Tank, understand?”

  “Are you serious?” Eminence turned to look at him as he moved behind her.

  For her question, Tank administered a hard swat on her backside that made Eminence gasp.

  “You need to answer me with ‘Yes, Sir or Master Tank’ or ‘No, Sir or Master Tank.’ Anything else, you’ll get disciplined, and by that, I mean spanking. Do you understand?”

  He watched Eminence swallow again, then turn away from him. “Yes, Sir,” she said between gritted teeth.

  Tank didn’t care if he pissed her off. If she wanted to go, she could. He just hoped she didn’t want to go. “Good.” He stroked his hand over her plump backside.

  For that, Eminence sighed and released a moan.

  “The second thing we have to establish is safe words.”

  “What’s that?”

  Again, Tank administered a second hit on Eminence’s other firm ass cheek.

  “Ow! You didn’t say I couldn’t ask questions.”

  Tank stood in front of her. “Fine. Don’t talk unless I ask you a question.”

  Eminence pursed her lips before spitting out, “Yes, Sir.”

  Tank went over to his special box. “What we’re doing today is called playing. If during play, you like what I’m doing, when asked, you will say the word ‘green’ to let me know I can keep going. If it feels good, but getting to be a bit intense, say ‘yellow.’ To me that means I can keep going but ease up a bit.” Tank reached into the bottom of the box and pulled out a black bag. Then he walked toward Eminence. “If the play gets to be too much for you, I want you to say ‘red’ and all play will stop, understand?”

  Eminence split her attention between the bag he held and his face.

  “Eminence?”

  She shifted in her spot. “Yeah, I mean, yes, Sir.”

  He took a step toward her.

  “Red.”

  Tank stopped.

  She brought her attention to his face. “I say that if it hurts or I don’t like it.”

  He nodded. Instead of waiting for her to get used to seeing hi
m with the mysterious bag and the contents it held, he stood in front of her.

  “You’re a lot tougher than you give yourself credit, you know that?” Tank reached into the bag and pulled out a handful of clothespins.”

  * * * *

  Clothespins? Here Eminence thought Keys would be pulling out sinister chains or nails or something that would make her crumble. Instead he pulled out something her mother used to hang clothes on the line in their backyard. Who would be afraid of them?

  “Jordie, Reggie, and I used to talk about how we knew you would do something great with your life and we’re all just hanging on to your coattails.” Keys brought his head down and licked her nipple.

  The touch caused her to rear up on her toes and suck air in between her teeth. Eminence wanted to touch him but she didn’t know if Keys would allow that.

  So strange at how their entire dating relationship had been a part of Keys’s burgeoning BDSM lifestyle. He hadn’t hurt her then. With her accommodating nature, she didn’t blink when Keys made a request. She had to trust that he wouldn’t hurt her now.

  Keys twirled his tongue around her nipple before sucking it into his mouth. Eminence moaned and cried out. Her body still hummed from the night and morning activities. If this made up this playing that Keys talked about, she wanted more of it.

  “You are so strong and smart.” Keys stood up and opened a clothespin.

  The squeaking coil echoed in the nearly empty room. Before she could protest or move away, Keys closed the pin over her distended nipple. The constant pinching sent a lightning bolt of pain from her head to her toes and back to her nipple.

  “Settle into the pain,” Keys said. “Breathe through it.”

  Eminence took a deep breath but kept her hands balled into fists.

  “Don’t forget your safe words.” Keys cupped her unattended breast and massaged it.

  After taking a couple of deep breaths, Eminence nodded while keeping her eyes closed.

 

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