Dragon’s tongue gently dove in between Iyesha’s full butt cheeks. His hands came up from her thighs and pried them apart, giving him easy access to her little balloon knot. He licked the full length of her ass, then wiggled his tongue back down to begin jabbing against her sphincter. The feel of his full tongue deep inside her and the knowledge that he’d used it on every orifice she had drove her over the edge again.
Iyesha came again, spent but her body convulsing nonetheless. She concentrated on breathing, as if she would die if she didn’t. Just breathe…in. Out. In. Out. “Oh God, oh God. Please…no more. I can’t take it. I’m all out of fuck.”
Chuckling, Dragon released his grip on her. “You sure you done?”
“Seriously, I’m going to join a convent now. Take the vows, throw a padlock on this pussy,” Iyesha said. As she lifted her head off the chair headrest she saw a large puddle of drool that she must have expelled. Great, I came out of both ends. Oh well. She wiped it up with the skirt of her dress and plopped down into the seat.
“Don’t put that pussy on lockdown just yet. The first day ain’t even over. We got a whole weekend ahead of us!” he said, slapping his hand down on her thigh. “Hot clubs, hot beaches, hot hot tubs. It ain’t no sprint, girl. It’s a marathon!”
I am going to need a wheelchair if he so much as rubs my neck. Iyesha looked out the window at the sky, growing darker as the sun retreated over the horizon. Even the thought of a massage, strong hands plying her tired muscles, made her sex cry out in revolt. She heard Dragon humming next to her, and the soft sounds made her eyelids heavy. She closed them and was instantly asleep.
Iyesha was laying on a the edge of a hard stone cliff, high up in the mountains. All around her, in every direction, open skys spread out to the edge of the horizon. Far below, banks of clouds spun like milk in a huge bowl of cereal. Wind whipped at her, catching her white cotton peasant gown and billowing it out behind her. What am I doing here?
Before she had time to consider an answer, a roar boomed from overhead. She turned to see a huge dragon land behind her, his massive wings folding down against his back. His scales were rigid, overlapping, save one spot on his chest, where a large brilliant diamond replaced a scale. She stood, slowly backing away from the massive beast.
“Good boy…nice boy…no need to get excited,” she cooed at the dragon. Why am I talking to it like it’s a puppy? Her foot almost stepped back into the void, but she caught herself at the last moment. Glancing back, the cliff fell off into clouds miles below. A deep throaty growl snapped her head back.
The dragon advanced towards her slowly, it’s thick hard tail between it’s legs. Wait…that’s not a tail!
“Hey! Put on your seatbelt!” Dragon said as he jostled Iyesha out of her dream. His hands went back to the control stick in front of him.
“Uurf!” Iyesha grunted, wiping her face and sitting up in the co-pilot’s seat. That’s one to save for the therapist. Her hands groggily went to her restraints and she buckled herself in. She glanced over at Dragon, the large diamond in his ear twinkling as the plane plunged down through a cloud bank.
Emerging through it, Iyesha caught her first sights of Tahiti in the dying dusk. Evening was about to set in, and the island’s outer perimeter was lit up with street lamps, house lights, and traffic. The inner core of the island was dark, a wilderness refuge. She could see the airport coming in quickly, a long strip of lights beckoning them in.
Dragon finished his verbal checks with the control tower and made the final descent. The landing gear unfolded below the plane. He confidently led the jet down towards the strip, touching down with the lightest of bumps. Lights and hangars zipped past until the brakes kicked in, slowing the jet to let it complete it’s trip at the end of the runway.
“There’s only one airport in Tahiti, and it ain’t private. So there is gonna be a crowd. Security will make sure there’s a path to the car,” Dragon said, leading the jet to a large hangar. A crowd was forming inside, being held back by a line of security guards. Dragon motioned towards the growing crowds, “Someone bribes someone at the airport, finds out where a VIP is comin’ in, then puts the info on the web. Makes it hard to get around sometimes.” The jet finished pulling into the hangar and Dragon began turning off the engines and other jet systems.
Iyesha unbuckled herself and stood, stretching. She stifled a yawn, rubbed her eyes, and walked out of the cockpit. Back in the lounge area, she remembered her purse. I think I left it on the bar. It wasn’t on the bar, but glancing behind the bar revealed it. It lay flopped open, amid a pile of glass and opened cabinets. I wonder how much that turbulence cost? She hoped that priceless cognac back in the bedroom fared better than these bottles. Wiping broken glass off her purse, she picked it up. It felt a little heavier, but she had been without it for almost a day.
“You ready to go?” Dragon asked, walking into the lounge. “Security is ready. Just walk straight to the car and get in.”
“Are you really going to give me advice on walking now? I’ve managed my whole life without you, so I think I can handle a twenty second walk to a car,” Iyesha responded curtly. She closed her purse and threw it over one shoulder.
“Aight girl, you right, you right,” Dragon responded with a smile. His hand hit a button on at the wall panel and the door to the jet slid to the side. “Showtime!”
Iyesha joined Dragon as they walked down the staircase. The air of the hangar was warm, scented by a refreshing coastal breeze that you can only get in the deep Pacific. The second thing Iyesha noticed was the throng of humanity that crowded in this hangar. It hadn’t looked like much from the cockpit, but clearly the crowd had surged in the past few minutes. The cheers, cries and yelps were deafening.
“Dragon!”
“Ay’ yo’ Dragon!”
“He’s so hot!”
Then the camera flashes began. As they reached the bottom of the stairs, Iyesha was blinded by a wall of white strobing light as the paparazzi and photogs in the crowd unleashed hell. She put up her hand to block the flashes and nearly stumbled into a row of security guards holding the crowd back. She felt a strong hand grab her arm.
“Not a good place for a nap,” Dragon said, steadying her and leading her through the tunnel of security towards the waiting limo. He opened the door for her, pushed her in roughly and hopped in behind her. “Let’s go, Syd.”
“Yes, sir,” the driver responded.
Iyesha sat up in her seat and began to look around the interior of the stretch limo when the door flew open, light and camera flashes flooding in. As the door closed behind him, Maxwell took a seat on the far row of seats. “Good evening, Dragon. Ms. Barnes. I trust you had a safe and uneventful flight.”
Iyesha couldn’t help but pick up on an accusatory tone in Maxwell’s voice. The limo pulled out of the hangar as security separated the crowd to let it pass. Soon they were on a dark expressway that circled the island, the bright moon above adding to the glow of the streetlamps.
Sighing, Dragon leaned back and closed his eyes. “What’s up Max? Can’t this wait until tomorrow? I ain’t in no mind for business.”
“Unfortunately this can’t really wait. There are two things I had to bring to your attention tonight. First, I booked you an appearance at the Tulassa tomorrow night.”
“Just an appearance? Fine. Fuck it.”
“Well, it would go a long way if you got up on stage,” Maxwell said.
“Vay Cay Shun, motherfucker. Do you know what that means? It means no gigs, no performances, no interviews,” Dragon said, his temper getting the better of him.
“Look Andre, it’s a great opportunity to get some positive press. You’re about to release a mixtape and some club video going viral would help that a lot.”
“Ok, ok. I’ll get up on stage and do a few tracks. Now just please let me relax.”
“Uhh, there’s the second thing. Lil Buck is here too.”
Dragon opened his eyes and looked right at Maxwell. Hi
s jaw muscles pulsed as he clenched his jaw. “What’s he doing here?”
Whoa, who the hell is Lil Buck? “Who the hell is Lil Buck?” Iyesha asked. She looked from Dragon to Maxwell, and neither seemed to hear her question.
“He’s just some wannabe,” Dragon muttered. “He thinks he can make a name for himself by calling me out and fucking with me. He ain’t shit.”
“Oh, then who cares? Don’t worry, if he messes with you I’ll kick his ass,” Iyesha said, smiling over at Dragon. Dragon began to smile back, but quickly looked away.
Maxwell passed a suspicious eye over both of them, then went on. “Ms. Barnes, the important thing here is that you stay with Dragon at all times. See to his needs, and do not try to contact anyone or share information on social media.”
“Kinda hard because you took my phone back in Dallas…” Iyesha muttered.
“Your contract holds whether you are using your phone or someone else’s. And do not share your itinerary with anyone else.”
“Yeah, leaks are your job,” Dragon said to Maxwell, accusingly.
Maxwell frowned back at Dragon and shook his head. The limo stopped in front of a massive glass facade building. “Looks like we’re here. The concierge will help you to your room, Ms. Barnes. I’ll send someone for you at 7am. Get some rest, Dragon.” Maxwell opened the door and stepped out, walking through the hotel door.
Iyesha got out next, gaping upwards at the front of the immaculate hotel, the sign bearing a single letter: Y. A hand on her ass pushed her forward, giving a little squeeze before Dragon emerged behind her.
“Nice, ain’t it? I’m part owner, and for the time being it’s the tallest building between Australia and LA. Some Dubai players are putting up a bigger one in the Virgin Islands next year.”
“What does the “Y” stand for?”
“Nothing.”
“No really, what’s it stand for?”
“Really, nothing. It doesn’t stand for shit. It’s just named that so people think about it,” Dragon said, letting his hands rest on Iyesha’s hips. “Let’s head inside.”
Iyesha walked into the hotel lobby and looked up at the crystal chandelier overhead. Dragon walked past her to the bank of elevators.
“Let’s go, girl.”
“But I have to find out about my room,” Iyesha said, motioning towards the concierge.
Dragon walked up to Iyesha and slipped his arms around her. His mouth bent down to her ear. “You’re stayin’ in my room tonight.”
“Just tonight?” Iyesha asked, mockingly offended. She let the back of her hand brush against the front of his pants. She smiled at the growl that came from his lips.
“Or you can go stay in whatever single bed budget shit Max set up for you.. You might even get some comp’d movies,” Dragon said, grinning.
“I’m more in a mood to make a movie,” Iyesha said, taking Dragon by the hand and leading him towards the elevators. Entering an elevator, she put a finger to her lips. “Hmm, let me guess,” she said as she pushed the button for the top floor, 48. Nothing happened.
“You gotta have that magic touch,” Dragon said from behind her, his mouth going to her neck, his growing erection pressing against her ass. His right hand moved from her ass around the side of her hip towards her pussy. “Know how to touch somethin’ right, it opens up for you,” he whispered as his hand brushed against the front of her dress, making her clit ache. His hand then came upward, over her stomach to cup her breast briefly. “And once it’s open, it’s yours for the taking.” His hand left her breast and followed her arm towards the row of buttons. His finger pressed the same button she just had. A small circle lit up around the button as he touched it, turned green, and the light stayed on.
The doors of the elevator closed. “Welcome home, Dragon,” a computerized voice said as the elevator began an express ascent to the penthouse suite.
Iyesha spun and brought her mouth up tantalizingly close to Dragon’s. “Am I yours for the taking?” she asked as their hot breaths mixed in the tiny space between them. Before he could answer, the elevator door open and Iyesha escaped from his embrace.
“Holy shit!” Iyesha looked around penthouse suite, astonished by the opulence on display. A marble fountain gurgled in the center of the main room. A chandelier hung from the eighteen foot vaulted ceiling above, casting a warm glow over the hall. The floor was made of inset mosaic woods, different colors combining to form a web of patterns exploding out from the fountain. Floor to ceiling windows looked out over the Pacific Ocean.
“If I learned one thing about you, girl, it’s not to presume nothin’,” Dragon said as he embraced her from behind. His mouth repeated it’s attacks on her neck, alternating kisses and nibbles as he went from her shoulder up to her earlobe.
Iyesha’s hands went behind her, her fingers grabbing Dragon’s shirt as she ground her ass back against him. She smiled as she felt his cock stir against her. His hands went to her hips, and she felt herself being gently pushed down a hallway towards a large kitchen.
Dragon leaned down to kiss her, and there was something different about it. For the first time since they met, there was no rush. They weren’t late to get somewhere, and they weren’t about to die in a jet crash. They were just two people enjoying one another, exploring each others tastes and scents. His tongue darted into her mouth, swirling their juices. “I’m still hungry,” he said.
Iyesha quivered at his words, and she felt herself growing eager for him. She squirmed in his grasp, wanting to tear his clothes off and fill herself with him. In her frantic lust her hands went to her breast and she tweaked her nipple.
Dragon broke off his kiss and his hand went to hers. “No, you’re not allowed to satisfy yourself. Only I can satisfy you.” He reached behind her, unzipping her dress so it fell loose around her feet. He lifted her nude body up and sat her on the cold steel of the kitchen island across from the fridge. “Sit still for a sec,” he said. He turned away from her and opened the refrigerator behind him.
Iyesha leaned back and closed her eyes. This has been the craziest 24 hours of my life. Too bad none of it would be appropriate to tell my grandkids some day. She heard Dragon rummaging around in the fridge, then the sound of some items being placed on the island next to her. Without warning, she felt his hungry mouth clamp around her sex. Her hands went to the back of his head and curled into his hair. She opened her eyes to see what was next to her. Two squeeze bottles and a few small baskets.
Dragon’s tongue lapped at her wet pussy, and he reached for one of the squeeze bottles. A golden drizzle of cold honey fell on her clit and he slurped it up. He moaned in pleasure as he tasted the honey mixed with her juices. His other hand went up her belly to fondle her breast and tweak her nipple.
The combination of the two sensations sent Iyesha over the edge. She cried out in ecstasy, her hands leaving Dragon’s head and trying to grab an edge of the island she was on, but her fingers just met the flat cold steel surface. Her sex spasmed as the orgasm flowed through her. She felt something cold press against her sex and she looked down to see Dragon dipping a slice of peach against her peach. He popped it into his mouth and chewed slowly, savoring it. He licked her pussy clean.
Without saying a word, Iyesha turned over, her ass up in the air. She felt Dragon spread her ass cheeks apart, his tongue darting in to play with her backdoor. His hand grabbed another bottle and she felt a spray of cold whipped cream blast in the crack of her ass. He picked up a strawberry out of one of the baskets and scooped a dollop of cream with it. He bit off the end and double dipped the rest back into her ass. Chewing the last of the strawberry, he went in to clean out the rest of the cream with his tongue.
Dragon’s attentions to her ass were building up to another orgasm for Iyesha. The side of her face wanted to meld into the cold surface of the table and just exist in this state forever. She felt Dragon’s thumb massage her clit while his tongue continued rimming her. His finger entered her pussy, and pulled downward
against her g-spot. She felt herself savagely close to another orgasm as his mouth left her ass and his finger pulled out of her. She felt wet and well used, but still needed more.
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