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.