by C. G Miller
I was spread eagle for him to do with as he pleased. His lips grazed every inch of my legs taking his time with my body. My body was on full alert and his teasing became torture. His nose grazed my bud, making me react, bucking my hips. Cree brought his hand to my lower abdomen pushing me down farther into the bed making me unable to move.
My breathing quickened, and my moans got louder as he continued to tease me sending me to the edge. When I was just about to come, he pulled back and rested his body on mine.
His cock hard, rested against my sex locking his mouth with mine. I began to rub against him but, his body became stone pushing me further into the bed immobilizing me more.
I wanted to cry; the teasing was too much. But, I fought with myself because I wanted this. I told him I wanted the same he asked of me. No matter how overloaded my senses felt, I could give him this. He wanted control, to dominate me. I was going to let him no matter how much my body needed its release.
His hands wrapped around my neck making it harder to breathe.
“Scream Little One.” He rasped.
Only a moan left my lips unable to find my voice.
“Come on Little One. Scream for me.”
I fought against his hands as I moved my head from side to side. When a little relief presented from my neck, I screamed out in fear or pleasure. I couldn’t tell. As I screamed, he thrust into me hard, my breath catching with the force.
“Don’t stop. Scream.” He growled.
My stomach dropped realizing how much his dominance overpowered him. So, I screamed with each thrust and when there was relief, I let moans escape me.
My walls clenched as I approached my climax. He thrusted harder two more times and just when I was about to go over the edge, he pulled out. With the force of being tied, my limbs began to ache. With little strength left in me, he quickly untied me. Pulling me up to him, my limbs fell heavy. On wobbly legs, Cree held me up to a standing position and then beckoned me to get on my knees. With his hand holding the back of my head his voice growled, “Open your mouth.”
I gulped with anticipation of tasting him. I opened wide; he teased his head with my lips. After a few moments his girth filled my mouth slowly pulling in and out. I wrapped my lips tighter around him sucking harder, moaning around him. A tingle spread throughout my pussy the more I sucked. I could feel the wetness between my legs as my arousal overtook me bringing me to a point of ready to come. Cree picked up speed and I couldn’t keep up. My throat let out gag noises, his hands clenched my hair hard sending wanted chills through me.
Just when I thought I couldn’t take anymore, he pulled out and lifted me up by my hair, sending a beautiful stinging sensation to my scalp. He brought his lips to mine and kissed me with need. Turning to face the bed, he pushed me down, so I was bent over the bed. Using his feet, Cree pushed my feet farther apart before slamming into my cunt from behind.
I gripped the bed sheets as he pounced in and out of me. Cree’s fingers gripped my hair and a sensation of pain and pleasure overtook my body. I was going to come from his assault, and I couldn’t wait. Pulling my hair towards his chest, I lifted myself up from the bed, my back on his stomach. His fingers gripped my chin pulling it towards him. Kissing me hard he whispered on my lips, “Come for me.”
With his other hand, he rubbed my bud quickly continuing to thrust.
“Come for me Little One.” That was enough to send me over the edge screaming into his mouth and he let out a feral growl emptying himself inside me.
Chapter 13 Kyle
My body spent, it buckled beneath me. Cree’s quick reflexes caught me before I fell to the bed. Exhausted moans left my lips, my eyes barley open and Cree gently laid me down on the bed. My body began to twitch from sensory overload.
Cree became a blur, my eyes unable to fight sleep any longer. He brushed my hair from my face giving me a gentle kiss, “You’re so beautiful my Little One.”
“Yours,” left my lips as a whisper, my body giving in to exhaustion and relaxing into slumber.
Music filled my ears waking from a deep sleep. Stretching my sore body, I smiled reliving last night.
“Good morning beautiful.” Cree’s deep voice sang appearing from the bathroom. My grin grew wider at his naked body watching him saunter towards me. I noticed a bottle of lotion in his hands. Before I could speak, he quickly turned me over, so I was belly down. My muscles reacted reminding me I still felt like jelly. My body was exhausted, and I wasn’t sure I could take any sexier assaults from him.
To my surprise he began rubbing the lotion onto each of my limbs massaging gently. Moans of relief left my lips as my muscles began to loosen. After he massaged my full back body, he gently rolled me over and continued massaging my entire front.
The feeling was sensual. Cree never taking his eyes from mine. His eyes smoldered, pulling me deeper into his depths almost like he was locking me away for him only. With a soft kiss to my lips, he rested his forehead on mine and whispered, “Get dressed.”
Realizing I would be leaving in a few short hours, I quickly dressed and threw my hair up in a pony.
Reserving myself, I walked down the stairs to the living room where music intensified. It was daunting, naughty, and filled with words of waiting that spoke true to our situation.
Cree was refined as he set a dish in the dishwasher, Chula loyally at his feet. A pain washed over me while I watched Cree look to me with worry placing a dish rag on the counter. His eyes were sad, his face pained pulling his brow tight. I wondered what he was thinking.
“Something wrong?” I asked.
Quickly his face softened, “Not at all. Do you feel better?” He strolled to me, embracing me with a hug. I just nodded my head yes into his chest. “I’m taking you to breakfast. Get your stuff.” Turning away, he patted my behind. I went to retrieve my suitcase, the action of him swatting my butt left me with a smile that was quickly gone when I began to toss my stuff into a disheveled mess in the suitcase. The loud zipping of my bag left me uneasy. Pushing the loneliness of what awaited me back home aside, I lifted my chin and began walking with my stuff to the car.
Cree took my belongings from me placing it in the trunk while I entered the passenger seat. Speeding along the 215, there was a loud silence that engulfed the car. A heavy weight took over the air of the torture of being apart was more apparent and there were no words that would suffice in this act of fake love.
Cree pulled into a shopping mall in Summerlin. The cars filled the parking lot but actual people around was scarce. Cree could read my face and said, “Trust me.” He grabbed my bandaged hand and gave me three small squeezes walking me towards a shop tucked in the corner of all the different businesses.
A strong scent wafted, attacking my nose the closer we got. The sign above the shop read The Small Coffee Bistro. When Cree opened the door, the scent was all consuming with hints of the smell of breakfast.
The area was small with no more than ten seats, the wall to the right was a dark built in bookshelf filled with a variety of books. To the left was a small table with a jug of infused water, creamers, teas, small stirring sticks, and napkins. Past that, along the wall, a dessert case sat attached to the ordering counter.
“Good Morning Cree. Haven’t seen you in a few days. We missed you.” Cree was greeted by an older lady behind the counter, her brown hair tucked tight behind her head, and bangs covering her forehead. Long turquoise beads surrounded her neck as she fiddled with them, “Will you have the usual?” She smiled sweetly.
“Good morning Gwendolyn. This is my friend Kyle.”
She looked at me smiling warmly as she held out her hand to greet me. It stung a bit to be referred to as a friend but made me have slight hope that maybe if I did come to Vegas, Cree and I could be friends even though my heart felt so much more for him.
“What would you like Kyle?” Cree asked looking to me. I was out of my comfort zone not familiar with coffee or bistros. At home there are mom and pop diners and a few fa
st-food places but, nothing ever smelled so good and fresh as it did in here.
“Well what would you suggest?” I looked over to Gwendolyn.
Cree over spoke her explaining to me that their beans came from Ethiopia and they are roasted in house as well as the food was all fresh, the fruit and veggies picked from a local garden and that no matter which way I had the coffee or food, hot or cold, would be exquisite.
The coffee offerings written on the black chalkboard was foreign language to me as I overlooked it. “I’ll have a hazelnut and coconut frappe with a ham panini sandwich.” I said to Gwendolyn and she began keying in the order with happiness. She then looked to Cree with a solemn smile upon her face, “I’ll have the usual. Fresh squeezed orange juice with egg whites please Gwendolyn.” He spoke with care.
Cree tucked us in a corner table next to the giant open window that overlooked the outside dining area. Only a few patrons sat inside reading or typing away on a computer sipping hot coffee in somberness.
The area was warm, filled with ease making me forget I had a long ride home. It felt like Cree knew this was what I needed to help me ease out of the transition of the experience. I wondered if he knew how well he could read me or if I was just like any other woman and Cree was a master at reading us. Either way, the feeling was welcoming when Gwendolyn set our food down.
“How did you find this place?” I looked to Cree to engage in conversation.
His eyes wandered around the room a few minutes taking it in, “I suppose it found me. I’m a litigator and when I first moved here, there were some issues in one of the buildings here. I came out to meet my client’s needs and just happened to spot this place. I’m not much of a coffee person but, I do like fresh squeezed juice. I liked it so much it just became a ritual to come up here every morning for my breakfast. How’s your coffee?”
Realizing I hadn’t touched my coffee or sandwich I brought my lips to the straw letting the liquid fill my mouth. The first taste was of sweetness followed by a subtle dark roast taste that lingered on my tongue. The high-quality taste made me zing unable to not stop drinking. Cree raised a brow, smirking at me, “Pretty good?”
“It’s amazing.” I squealed wrapping my lips around the straw for more. “Cree, I’ve never had anyone show me so much attention and care as you have this weekend. Within just a few short days you have opened my mind to so much and I’m grateful. Thank you.” I hummed with sincerity. He brought his arm across the table taking my hand in his giving my hand a few short squeezes.
We continued our meal in silence. When we finished, Cree tossed the trash and we headed out the door towards his car. He kept in step with me and as we approached the vehicle, he pulled me towards him. His hands shaped my face and he looked into my eyes with fear. His lips connected with mine as if our kiss was his last breath. He then released me, opened the car door, and drove us back to the hotel where Tilly’s car waited for me.
Chapter 14 Cree
In all the years I had been with The X-Perience, I always feared the confusion my companions would have after it was over. I had made it easy offering no remorse at their departure. In every aspect it was a simple transaction that I never let myself think of it as anything more. In return, it left them confused because they had experienced so much in such little time. But, it was hard for them to come to the realization that it was all fake. While I enjoyed the glamour I placed over women, I hated the headache of how they became attached.
Driving Kyle back to her car, my heart had an aching sting. She was different and for the first time ever, I found myself confused. Kyle gave no indication that she was confused, and it pained me. The first woman to pay for my services showed no sign of how this would affect her. She seemed more reserved, relaxed, and okay for this to be over. But, I didn’t want that. I didn’t want her to go.
Kyle grabbed my attention pointing to a car at the end of the row in the parking lot, I pulled in tight beside it. When I went to get out of the car, Kyle was already out, and she bent down looking at me stopping me from getting out.
“Cree, I had a wonderful time.” She smiled, “How about we leave it at that. Maybe I’ll see you around and until then we will leave our tattoos up to the imagination.” She winked at me, closing the door. I was stunned she didn’t even want to know or look at our tattoos. She had messed up my plans of keeping her here. But, I had to let it go. I had to let her go. My lifestyle was a lonely one and no matter how badly I wanted her to fit in, I would only disappoint her.
A loud bang made me jump. Looking in the rear-view mirror, Kyle was signaling me to open the trunk so she could retrieve her bag. I popped it. She hauled the suitcase out, throwing it into the back seat of her car. She paused a moment at the steering wheel looking over to me where I sat. Her eyes were glossy making me realize she was just as confused as I was. Before I could get out and change her mind she sped away.
I sat on my balcony the rest of the day sipping on a short glass of bourbon and sucking on a Cuban cigar. I was once again pondering my life and what I had set for me. I had purposely closed everyone off making it easier for me to hide from the actuality of life. Playing in a fantasy was easier.
Fucking Kyle.
I refused her in the beginning and now I was breaking all my rules to go after her.
As if on cue, my phone rang. I let out a groan at the sight of Eve’s name on the caller ID. Hitting the ignore button I headed up to my room fast paced and started packing a bag. My phone rang again and again. After every time I hit ignore she called back just as quickly. Giving up I finally answered.
“Cree, I don’t like to be ignored.” She said with anger. “We have a problem. I just got off the phone with Kyle and she is claiming you got too attached. She wants a refund Cree. What the hell happened?”
My mind swirled.
A fucking refund, too attached, I thought. What?
“I don’t know what she told you, but I assure you, I remained one-hundred percent professional.” I said with determination.
“That’s what I like to hear Cree. I’ll talk her down and get this all settled, no need to worry. In the meantime, I’m sending over another contract. I expect to have your signature at the end of day.” The call went silent. Eve had hung up on me again.
All I could do was stare at my phone dumbstruck not understanding what just happened.
A fucking refund.
That can’t be. Never did I give her any idea that I was attached. Well, I knew I was, but she seemed so carefree to not realize it.
Stuffing my clothes back in the drawer, I opened my laptop to go over the contract Eve was so inclined for me to take.
She was older, in her late thirties. Her name is Catherine. Stated she had gone through a nasty divorce and was looking for a good time. I immediately declined. I needed something more dangerous. I needed control and the only way I was going to let go of this frustration Kyle left me with was to get Eve to send me a submissive.
I sent Eve an email with what I wanted. She replied instantly, sending over a few more contracts that had little to no limits. Ten contracts in all and I accepted each one booking me for the next three months. I was determined to get Kyle out of my mind.
All dom/sub relations are held at X Bar. My veins burned as I headed into the suite Eve was so gracious enough to lend to me when it was her suite. Each sub had their own preference of what the room should look like and today was Sherry who requested a deep purple. The bed was purple with lilac sheets, the toys all had purple ends, it went so far as all the chains were purple.
She sat on the bed, her small body naked with a blind fold on and her blonde hair in a high pony. I gripped her wrists and wrapped each one with the cuffs that hung from the chain link that hung from the ceiling. I walked over to the wall where I pressed the button that would retract the chain link keeping her arms spread with no give for her to pull her arms together.
Retrieving a whip from the display case I growled, “Count.”
Th
e first lash she barely moved. By the tenth she was moaning in agony as her pale back painted red. All I saw was red. I was giving in to my dark side letting it consume me as I degraded this woman.
Fucking Kyle.
Looking to her face, no tears appeared when I released her. With force I pushed her over the bed and fucked her tirelessly.
I repeated this with the next four submissives. But, Kyle was still implanted on my brain and I had hoped the next five she would be completely diminished from my mind.
Julie had requested red. She had a thing for the extreme. Frankly I was sick of red. Everywhere you walked in this bar was nothing but red. Kneeling in front of me facing the wall, her long black hair hung down her back waiting for my instructions. I was taken aback at how much she resembled Kyle. It made me furious.
“Turn around.” I demanded. She did as I told her, letting me get a good look of her face which was wider than Kyle’s, but her eyes held the same color. “Get on your knees and suck.” I barked. I let her suck my dick on her own until her speed wasn’t enough, and I snatched her head moving it faster for her. Crawling so deep inside her mouth she actually vomited.
“Naughty girl.” I seethed. Bending her over my lap with force I spanked her ass hard. She wiggled beneath my hand in pleasure.
“I’ll scream for you.” She said with sex in her voice. Her words only pissed me off more as I spanked her harder. The only girl that will ever scream for me again will be Kyle.
Putting her on her back, I retrieved some nipple clamps. She writhed again in pleasure, “Am I little enough for you? I can be your little one Cree.” She moaned.
Her words stopped me dead in my tracks. Why would she say that? “We’re done here.” I lashed. “Get out!”
