Conflicted

I don’t think she’s noticed me coming in at all. When I note her open laptop and a bottle of wine, I smile. She’s researching for a book. I’d bet on it.

When I get closer to her, I see the title of the book. My head cocks to the side and my own brows knit. This was not the type of research I thought I’d find her doing.

I pluck the book from her grasp, drawing a gasp from her lips. She nearly jumps out of her skin. I burst into laughter. The look on her face is priceless.

She looks both shocked and horrified. She tries to reach for the book, but I lift it up out of her reach while reading the page she was turned to.

“Felix, give me that,” she huffs trying to jump for it.

I laugh, holding it higher as I squint at the pages. She gives up, placing her hands on her hips, scowling at me. She’s so cute. Out of breathe and pissed off.

“Why are you reading this shit?” I close the book and toss it on the coffee table.

“You just lost my page,” she gasps in horror.

“So what. I can guarantee you that was some bullshit. It doesn’t work like that,” I reply.

“How the heck would you know?” she grumbles, going to reach for the book.

I place my hands on her thick hips, tugging her to me. My hands glide back to cup her full curves. I’ve been thinking of getting my hands on all of this all day.

When Dashawn asked to go see his grandparents and stay the night, I offered to take him. Kaye looked like she could use a break. I know I’ve been feining for some alone time with her.

“Have I not taught you everything you know?” I ask with a teasing grin and a squeeze of her ass. “If you want to know about BDSM you come to me. I’ll teach you all you want to know.”

She gives me a disbelieving look. She has no idea who she’s dealing with. I search her face to see if she’s truly ready for this.

“How…why…you don’t know,” she stammers as she narrows her gaze.

“I’ll let you in on a little Black brothers secret,” I say, winking down at her.

“What?”

“John has a thing for the life. When he becomes fascinated with something we all have to hear about it. We’ve all learned more than we should or need to know about the BDSM lifestyle, thanks to John,” I reveal.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah,” I say and shrug.

“How…what did you learn?”

“I’ve been to a dungeon or two. I’ve topped—”

I cut off when her eyes light up. I can see the curiosity as it blossoms. I take my girl in for what feels like the first time. I’m seeing her through new eyes.

“You want to dominate?” I ask as my own curiosity is peaked.

“Well…my character does,” she says, biting her lip.

My brows shoot into my hairline. My cock stirs to life. Kaye’s ass in latex or leather, I’m all for it. If this is what she wants, I’ll happily give it to her.

“I’m warning you. I’m into that shit. We go there, I’m going there,” I say.

Her mouth falls open. I see the second of hesitation in her eyes before she shuts it down. She lifts her chin looking me in the eyes and says the words that take us to the world of no return.

“Teach me.”

Kaye

Felix is serious when it comes to his lessons. He explained that most of what I was reading came from novices. If I wanted to learn the truth I needed to experience it.

But this!

I don’t think I’m ready for this. It’s a sex club. I look around nervously, chiding myself for my stupid curiosity.

I thought I’d spice my next book up a bit. In my head, my female lead has been flirting with the idea of the lifestyle. Okay, okay, I had questions too. I just didn’t think any of that would lead here.

“Mistress, this was sent for you,” a voice says, making me jump out of my skin.

I turn to find the beautiful woman that greeted us when we arrived.

“Welcome to Club Desire,” she had said in a smoky voice.

She looks to be a little older than me. She’s very pretty. I’d say she’s Middle Eastern. Her dark hair and eyes add something mysterious to her looks.

Hadiyah.

That’s the name Felix called her by. I believe Hadiyah has a story. There’s a secret smile in her eyes that’s so revealing. It’s a dark smile that doesn’t touch her lips, but a smile none-the-less.

That’s when she looks up. I noticed she wouldn’t make eye contact with Felix. After he leaned to whisper something in her ear, she stopped peeking up at me.

“Oh, thank you,” I say taking the gift box from her hands.

“I’ll help you get ready, Mistress. The one is waiting,” she replies.

My brows knit. I don’t know what to say. Felix led me to this room and told me to wait here. I haven’t seen him since.

Hadiyah waves me over towards the vanity. I turn to see the bench seat placed before the mirrored table. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. I know Felix would never let things go too far.

Hadiyah’s movements pull my attention back to her. She has untied her red silk robe and let it fall to the floor. My mouth pops open. She’s in a red and black corset and red heels.

I quickly look away. My cheeks heat. I’m so confused about what to do next.

“You can look if you like, Mistress,” she says.

“Um, I should get ready,” I say rushing over to the vanity.

I place the gift box down and open it. My eyes nearly pop out of my head when I see the outfit inside. A black corset sits on top. Red heels are resting in the top corners. When I lift the corset, I find black latex pants beneath it.

“This is not fitting over my ass,” I mutter under my breath.

Hadiyah giggles taking the corset from my hands.

“The one said you would say that. You have a beautiful body, Mistress. My master would love a scene with you,” she says lightly.

I turn wide eyes on her. I’m not letting any man but Felix put his hands on me. Maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“Do not worry. You are here to learn. I can see you two have trust. That is very important, Mistress,” she says.

My shoulders sag in relief. I chew on my lip, staring into the box. This might not be so bad. Right?

“Okay,” I say aloud, more so to encourage myself.

“Can I help you to undress, Mistress?” she asks.

“I…um,” I stammer.

“I am here to do as you wish, Mistress.”

“I may need help with the corset,” I admit.

“No problem, Mistress.”

I fidget with the hem of my shirt before I tug it up over my head. I look at my smaller breasts in the mirror, before peeking at Hadiyah’s breasts spilling forward with a little more flesh than I possess.

“Mistress, not to speak out of turn, but I was instructed to help you where fit. I was not always a slave. This is why my help was asked for,” she says pointedly.

I turn to look at her. This time she lifts her head and looks at me. There is a different type of confidence I see in this moment. That secret smile is revealed in its fullness. As if she’s always smiling secretly because she knows the true power she possesses.

“You were a dominatrix?”

“I still am. When I choose. It’s called being a switch. I can top or bottom. I’ve found a relationship where I choose to bottom.

“This lifestyle is about choices. The right partner will always respect your right to choose. You have been given the choice to be a dominatrix.

“There is power in this decision. It will unlock your confidence. Turn, look in the mirror. What do you see?” She instructs.

I turn to look at myself as I stand there in my bra and jeans. I never did find time to get to the gym. My stomach is a lot pudgier than it was when I was in high school and college. Although, my lower half is much wider and curvier than my top. Last time I got on the scale it read two twenty-five. At five-five I’m packing all of this in a pretty small package.

“I’ll tell you what I see,” she says when I don’t answer.

She caresses my side with the backs of her fingers. It’s a light touch, but it still feels a bit intimate to me. I feel like I’m being seduced into her web. The difference in her demeaner has my head spinning.

“You’re a very attractive, very beautiful woman. Your curves are gorgeous. Your breasts are perfect for your body. They leave an appreciation for the entire package.

“You have the hips of a life giver. A man could get lost in the feel of them wrapped around his waist and a woman could take pleasure in feasting on all of that lush beauty.

“You did not see the heads you turned when you arrived. We noticed,” she winks into the mirror at me. “Own your beauty. Do not compare yourself to anyone else. You are who the creator made you to be.

“Make your servants see you and only you. When you enter a room command everyone’s attention with that confidence. You learn to dominate like this, you will take life by storm in every area.”

I nod my head. Hadiyah moves behind me to unfasten my bra. She helps me with the corset, returning to the meek servant from earlier. I have so many questions.

“I will answer all of your questions later. We will be friends, Mistress. I can see this,” she says softly.

I fall silent as she helps me to get ready. When I’m dressed and Hadiyah has finished my makeup and hair, I can’t believe the woman that’s staring back at me.

I would never have thought I could look so sexy in something like this. My coke bottle figure dares anyone to look away. My ruby red lips call for attention, bringing a smile to my face.

“There she is,” Hadiyah purrs at my side.

However, when I turn my eyes to her, she’s not looking at me. Her head is bent and she’s waiting for me. I stand from the bench seat I’ve been sitting on while she did my makeup.

“I’m ready,” I say.

“Yes, Mistress.”

She nods, turning to lead the way. We don’t go through the door we entered through. She walks to a door on the other side of the room. When she opens it she moves out of the way for me to step through.

When I enter my breath is taken away. Felix is sitting in one of two throne chairs. His head bent over his phone as his hair falls into his forehead, he’s shirtless.

My eyes lower to his legs, one stretched out the other bent at the knee, completely relaxed without a care in the world. He’s not wearing the blue jeans he entered this place in. His long legs are now clad in black leather pants, but his feet are bare.

I raise my eyes back up just as his head lifts. He has on his glasses. Why the hell is that so damn sexy to me?

His eyes shift from mine to something behind me. I turn in time to see Hadiyah rush forward. I almost forgot about her. I didn’t know she would be in here with us.

My eyes follow her as she drops to her knees and bows her head before the two thrones. My eyes instantly move to Felix. I’m not too sure about having a half-naked woman that looks like her kneeling in front of my man.

However, when my eyes find Felix, he’s not looking at her. His heated gaze is on me. He reaches his hand out, beckoning me across the room.

My feet are moving before I can tell them to. Felix’s eyes go from heated to hungry as he takes in my outfit from head to toe. I feel confidence flow through me just from taking in his gaze.

I never knew a single look could make you feel so sexy. I think I put just a little more sway in my hips because I’m starting to feel myself. Felix’s tongue darts out as his grin hits the corner of his mouth. He raises from his seat, wearing his own confidence. He saunters toward me sexily, as he meets me halfway.

When I stop in front of him, he places a hand on my hip and draws me closer still. He leans in, inhaling my neck before nuzzling it. I feel his tongue peek out to tease my skin.

“I’ll be getting you more latex and corsets,” he whispers.

I lift a brow at him when he pulls away to smile down at me. Taking my hand he leads me over to the throne chairs. He guides me to sit in one, while he retakes the seat he was in.

He reaches to run a finger down the center of my breasts, keeping his gaze on me. I feel my skin pebble under his touch as my breathing shifts. I gaze out of the corner of my eyes to see if Hayidah is looking.

Her head is still bent as she remains perfectly still. I turn my eyes back to Felix. He’s watching me closely, the way he always does.

“Let’s start with the basics for tonight’s lesson,” he says. “Hayidah’s master offered her to us for tonight. She will be your pet, but she will also help to train you for your desire to be a dominatrix. You will see what I mean by that.

“The first thing to understand is that this is for everyone’s pleasure. I never enter play or leave play without satisfaction being the goal and end result for all involved,” he says.

My brows knit as I process his words. I don’t see how that could be possible. Some of the things I’ve seen and read. I shudder just thinking of them.

“From some of the things I’ve read I can’t see how that can always be true,” I reply.

“Can this shit get sick and twisted? Yes, if you’re entering with someone that’s fucked up in the head, or doesn’t understand the roles and rules of the life. Or if a partner is naïve and doesn’t know or watch for limits.

“Miseducation gives the life a bad rep. The best Doms always take care of their pets, slaves—whatever you are more comfortable with.”

“Can I call her by her name?” I ask as I frown.

“You can ask her what she prefers. Titles can be gifts. Terms of endearment become rewards. It’s an honor to be called Pet, Angel, little dove. Just as stripping her of a title and just addressing her as “her” or “him” can be used to put her in her place, beneath you. Remember, your goal is to please her as much as she pleases you,” he explains.

My head reels. I don’t think I want to strip of her humanity with the use of a simple pronoun. I remember reading that somewhere. It rubbed me wrong then.

I ignore the part about her pleasing me. I don’t want to think about how Felix plans for this to go. I’m holding onto my confidence at the moment.

Thinking of him wanting to sleep with Hayidah will put an end to all of that. The fact that his focus has been only on me is serving to soothe my ego. The sensation of his finger that’s still tracing all over my skin is doing a great job of distracting me as well.

I turn to her still in the same position before us. I square my shoulders as I get ready to address her. I pull on confidence I didn’t know I had.

“I will call you doll,” I say. “Does that please you, Doll?”

“Yes, mistress,” she replies.

Felix leans in to kiss my temple. I turn to look at him and see the pleased look on his face. He places his hand under my chin to lift my face, planting a kiss on my lips.

“Very good. You were made for this,” he croons against my lips. He pulls away, curiosity glowing in his orbs. “Why doll?”

I look at Hayidah, my eyes dance over her pretty face. It was the first thing I thought when I looked at her. The long lashes, the dark eyes and hair. Yup, she looks just like a doll.

“She reminds me of one,” I reply with a shrug.

Felix glances at her and laughs. Turning back to me, he places another kiss on my lips. He deepens the kiss as if she’s not in the room with us. I peek out the corners of my eyes and see her head has not lifted.

When he breaks the kiss, red lipstick covers his lips. I reach to wipe it off with my thumb. He sucks my finger in his mouth, causing my girly bits to pulse.

“I don’t know if you’ve noticed, she has called you mistress. That’s an honor. She belongs to someone.

“That’s one of their rules. She can play when he allows, but he is her only master. No one else gets that right to be called that from her lips.

“Tonight, you will be her mistress. If I allow, she can call me the one,” he says.

“Why, the one?”

He gives me a panty-melting stare. I nearly squirm in my seat, but I restrain myself. A dominatrix would have control over herself, I chide in my head.

“I want everyone in this room to remember, I’m the one. The one that you love, the one that brings you ultimate pleasure, the one that you belong to and the one that belongs to you. I am the one,” he says.

His words are like dragging silk against my skin. They are smooth, just the right amount of soft, but they soothe. My heart thunders as I try to mask my reaction on the outside.

His eyes bounce over my face as he caresses my cheek. His thumb takes a slow drag across my lips. I can see him thinking.

“Tell me why your character is considering the life. I want to understand what she needs. What you’re trying to learn for her. Then we can play,” he says thoughtfully.

My brow draws in and I look down as I sort through my thoughts. If I continue to stare into his eyes, I’ll never find my words. I’ve been mapping out this book for a while.

“It’s deeper than some sexual need. Her husband of nine years has just left her for someone else. She spent years helping him build his company and then one day, poof. He snatches the rug out from under her.

“At first, she wants to do this to have control over wealthy men, but after a few encounters something changes. I’m working that part out. I think I need to understand more to figure out why everything shifts,” I muse aloud.

“Good,” he says almost to himself. “I know exactly where to take you.”

He turns my face to look at Doll kneeling on the floor. Her chest is heaving silently. A clear sign of anticipation. I’d be lying if I said I’m not intrigued by this.

Again, I wonder what Felix has planned. I’m not in any way about to let her touch him or him touch her. I don’t want to learn this stuff that bad. She has been nice, but I can totally see myself having a Dean moment. I’ll snap if she puts her hands on my man.

“She’s not for me,” Felix leans in to my ear to whisper, as if reading my thoughts. “Being the bottom is not easy for me. It’s not as natural for me as topping. I didn’t want to teach you wrong. Your little Doll will help us both.”

I whip my head in his direction. My mouth opening. He has a wicked light in his eyes. I search his face to make sure I’m catching his meaning.

No, I misunderstood. No way is he saying what I think. I lose that idea and shake the hot images it brings off.

He winks at me.

“Come, let me show you how this can be fun for everyone,” he says, standing and holding his hand out.

Felix

The corset and latex pants put her coke bottle figure on display in a way that has me questioning if I can really do this. I want her now and I want her my way.

I have to remind myself that this is what she wants. To learn and understand BDSM, being a dominatrix in particular. I will always give my baby what she wants.

I knew coming here to Club Desire would allow me to do that. I just happened to luck out when I made the call. I had no idea Hayidah would be in LA. She is usually in New York with her master.

Her help is a friendly gift for a few favors I’ve done back in New York. It’s the perfect gift because Hayidah is an excellent sub and I’ve seen her top in a scene before. She’s powerful.

I want Kaye to learn that type of confidence and control. I know she already has it in her. Hayidah is the right person to help me bring it out.

Standing behind Kaye, I stop her in front of Hayidah. Although I want to touch Kaye and command our Doll to watch, I don’t. This is Kaye’s time, she’s in control.

“Tell us what would please you,” I whisper in Kaye’s ear.

I feel her shiver as my voice washes over her. She collects herself quickly. I watch her as she takes in the playroom fully for the first time.

I know this is the first time she’s taken in her surroundings because she was drawn to me the moment she walked in the room. I felt it as she entered. That’s the kind of power I want her to leave this place confident in.

I watch her double take towards the knife display before cringing. While our Doll has few hard limits, I’m not interested in knife play. I had a feeling Kaye wouldn’t be either.

Kaye moves over to the displays. I follow after her. Giving her room to explore.

My eyes drop to all of that ass in those pants. I’m ready to bust through my own. The sway of her hips coupled with the knowledge I have of the weight of those thighs around me almost make me lose focus.

She looks over her shoulder, catching me with my eyes glued to her ass. Kaye smiles and I return it with a half grin. She giggles to herself, turning back for the displays.

“I thought the toys would draw your attention,” I say from behind her when she stops. “Why the whips?”

“I want to understand how they bring both parties pleasure,” she says.

I reach out and take one of the metal floggers in my hand. Kaye turns her head up to look at me. How can wanting to learn be so sexy? Her inquisitiveness turns me on to no end.

“This may seem like a physical thing. But it’s more mental than anything. I can speak from the Dom perspective. For a Sub to give me that kind of trust is empowering and thrilling.

“I get to push her to her limits. Watching her get there is part of the experience for me. Seeing that moment when the mind breaks free. When pain becomes pleasure and everything else fades into background noise.

“It’s kind of a false sense of control. You are the one wielding the whip, but your sub is the one with all of the power,” I explain.

“So they are gaining pleasure from relinquishing control?”

“I guess you can say that. I’ve never been whipped, but from observing and being the one with the whip in hand, I would say so,” I reply. “Come.”

I inhale deeply as we walk back to her Doll. She is still sitting in place obediently. I’ve observed her remain in that position for hours without flinching, but she won’t have to remain that way this evening.

When we reach Doll, Kaye stops before her, lifting Doll’s head. I tilt my head as I watch the gesture. She’s more natural at this than she knows. The intimacy she’s building is key.

“I’d like to understand what a Sub gets from being whipped. If this isn’t for you, I understand,” Kaye says.

Here goes nothing.

I drop to my knees beside Doll, holding the flogger out to Kaye. I keep my eyes on the floor as hard as it is for me too. I want to see her reaction. I want that look of pleasure I imagine playing on her lips when she realizes I’ve intended to be her slave all along.

“Please accept my gift, mistress,” I say as Kaye’s hands wrap around the handle.

I hear the gasp that leaves her lips. I feel more than see Doll stand. Or should I now say Mistress Doll. I’m already feeling out of my comfort zone, but this is Kaye. If she wants this. I’m here so she can have it.

Kaye

“I’m still your servant. You control the room,” Doll says at my side. “Tell me, do you still want to learn to use the whip, Mistress?”

“Yes,” I nod jerkily.

“Impact play can go from sensual to extremely erotic. Spanking, whipping, flogging, caning, they all offer different levels of gratification. The key is communication. Both verbal and non,” she explains. “Ask him for his safe word. This is new for both of you, it’s best to have one.”

I grin before addressing him. I move closer, wanting to see his face when he talks to me. I lift his head with the tip of the flogger’s handle.

“Tell me your safe word, Angel,” I purr.

His eyes blaze back at me, his nostrils flare. All clear signs that he’s turned on as much as I am. I know Felix, I know that vein that has popped in his neck. This is taking all his restraint.

In his head, he has probably stripped and fucked me by now—guest or no guest. His right eye twitches, pulling a smile to my lips. I know I’m right.

The fact that I’ve just stripped his power with a single term of endearment sends blood rushing through my veins. Yes, he is the one, but in the moment he has offered himself up as my servant and I like it.

“Blaze,” he says with a secret smirk playing on his lips.

I squat before him. His eyes drop to my breast, then between my legs before he remembers himself. I note the pained look that crosses his face. It’s so damn hot that he’s doing this for me. While wearing his glasses nonetheless.

I want to kiss him all over his face and tell him how much I love him, but I don’t want to break character. I tap the flogger beneath his chin, tilting my head to the side as I look at him. His eyes remain on the floor this time.

“Look at me, Angel,” I command. His eyes snap up from the floor. “Are you mocking me?”

He can’t help himself. He licks his lips, while giving me a look that tells me I’m going to get it later. I’m loving this.

“No, Mistress,” he replies.

“Your safe word has me thinking that’s a lie,” I purr.

“I would never lie to you, Mistress.”

“Is that right?” I ask tilting my head to the other side.

“Yes, Mistress.”

“Do you find Doll attractive?” I ask.

“Yes, Mistress, but you are the most beautiful woman in the world to me. Attractive is beneath alluring, bewitching, tantalizing, or captivating. You are all of those things and more to me, Mistress,” he replies.

“While your words are beautiful, you talk too much,” Doll says behind me. “If you want to give more than the answer your mistress asks you for, you should ask for permission.”

A dark look comes over his face, but he doesn’t reply. Wanting to see how far I can push him, I lift up, turning to take a light seat on his shoulder. Again, using the tip of the flogger handle, I turn his face to me.

“Tell Doll you understand,” I say firmly.

“I understand, Doll,” he replies.

Leaning in, I peck his lips. I can feel that he wants to deepen it, but he holds back. I cup his face and lick the seam of his lips, coaxing him to open for me. I take over the kiss, moaning into his mouth.

I can feel Doll’s eyes on us. My mind goes to when I used to get myself off for Felix through the surveillance cams. I break the kiss before I get lost in it.

I stand turning to face Felix again. His eyes are locked on mine. I tsk at him and he lowers his head with a grin.

“We will start lightly, Mistress,” Doll says. “You want to hit where fat or muscle protects the body. A little flick of the wrist will do more than you think.”

I look from the flogger in my hand to Felix. I don’t think I can do this. I don’t think I would’ve done this if it weren’t him. I was hoping Doll would just offer the information I want to know once I told her what I planned.

“There are other ways to unlock pleasure,” she says when I hesitate. “I can tell you the things you want to know. We can use this time to explore other things if you like, Mistress.”

I turn to look at her and freeze. There is a suggestive measure to her tone that I pick up on. Yet, I don’t think her interest is in Felix.

Felix

“What do you mean?” Kaye says.

“You like to be watched. There is power in commanding the attention of a viewer. I don’t think impact play is for you yet. But making him please you in front of me. That, Mistress, would make you very happy,” Hayidah explains. “Am I right, Mistress?”

“Yes,” Kaye nods.

My head tilts. I take in all the things I know Hayidah has noted. How she came to this conclusion. It’s all there.

I fight the smile that threatens to take over my face. This has taken an interesting turn. I don’t move waiting for Kaye to make a decision on what she wants.

“It is your scene, Mistress. Tell us what you want,” Hayidah says.

Kaye lifts her head and pushes her shoulders back. I can see the wheels turning in her head. The flogger drops from her fingertips.

She reaches for Hayidah’s hand leading her to the thrones. Kaye takes a seat, tugging her doll into her lap. They make a beautiful sight. Kaye whispers something in Hayidah’s ear that brings a smile to her face.

She turns and places a kiss on Kaye’s lips. My mouth drops open. When they break the kiss, they both turn to me with sly smiles on their faces.

“Stand up, Angel,” Kaye purrs.

I lift to my feet. Hayidah raises a brow at me, reminding me of my roll. I lower my head and come out of the stance that definitely reads of my propensity to be the dominate one in the room.

“Take your pants off,” Kaye commands next.

I’m smiling to myself as I start to unfasten my pants. I’m glad to be free of the constraints that have been tripping my erection. Pushing the pants down my thighs, I step out of them.

“Eyes up,” Kaye barks.

I look up through my lashes to see Hayidah kneading Kaye’s breast. Kaye’s eyes are on me. Her expression a mask of control. My cock twitches at the sight before me. Hayidah whispers something to Kaye, causing her to nod.

“Stroke yourself, Angel, but you’re not to come no matter what,” she ordered.

“Yes, Mistress,” I reply reaching to wrap my hand around my shaft.

I start with slow strokes as I watch another woman begin to kiss on my woman’s neck, while fondling her breasts. Kaye keeps her eyes on me the entire time. Only the rise and fall of her chest gives her away. She’s turned on as much as I am.

I lick my lips and my mouth falls open. Kaye taps Hayidah’s leg for her to rise. I watch as they both stand. Kaye turns to Hayidah.

“Undress me, take your time. Give him a show,” she purrs.

“Yes, Mistress,” Hayidah says.

Hayidah goes to stand behind Kaye, her hands gliding from behind Kaye, slaying her stomach. They then make the slow trip up to cup her breasts. My jaw flexes, my eyes squint behind my glasses.

This wasn’t what I planned for tonight, but I can’t say that it’s not hot as fuck. Both of them are gorgeous women. Each beautiful in their own right. Together they are stunning—brown on brown.

I know that look on Hayidah’s face. She’s more than attracted to Kaye. I understand. It’s hard to look away from Kaye. Especially when the shyness fades away, revealing the real Kaye.

I start to stroke harder, faster, when Kaye’s tits bounce free from the corset, as Hayidah releases and removes it. Kaye’s nipples are tight, pointing right at me. I want to suck one into my mouth.

I feel myself go to move forward to do just that, but remember myself at the last second. Kaye’s eyes blaze at me in warning. The look is so sexy, I have to slow down my strokes. The base of my spine tingles.

“Don’t come,” she warns.

Meanwhile, Hayidah has her hands all over Kaye’s curves as she peels the latex pants from Kaye’s legs. Those thick brown thighs come into view, calling me to be between them. I know one thing for sure, when I get my hands on Kaye she’s going to wish she didn’t tease me like this.

I’m going to enjoy every single moment. When I finally get to make her come, I’m not going to stop. That is if I let her come.

I love that Kaye steps back into those spiked heels once her pants are out of the way. They have her calves looking amazing, making her legs look longer.

With a wicked grin on her lips, Kaye turns her back to me. She beckons Hayidah to her with the crook of her finger. Again, she says something only the two of them can hear.

I watch as Kaye bends at the waist. Hayidah drops to her knees behind Kaye and I nearly lose it. Hayidah pries Kaye open and starts to feast on that pussy I know so well.

My tongue darts out of my own mouth as if I can taste it for myself. The sweet taste is one I’ve come to love waking to. The hum that comes from Hayidah’s throat is both understandable and envied.

Kaye looks over her shoulder to watch me as I watch them. The sexy look on her face threatens to push me too far. Hayidah begins to knead Kaye’s cheeks, while working her head, causing Kaye to suck her lip into her mouth.

“Ah,” Kaye purrs.

“Fuck,” I groan, not caring that I’m supposed to be the silent one.

I’m not sure how much more of this I can take. I’m ready to call all of this to an end to claim my woman, but the look of satisfaction on her face gives me pause. It’s not the satisfaction from the pleasure. It’s the look of satisfaction because she’s the one in control.

All at once it’s like I step out of my body to watch this from above the room. I see everything before me differently. I see Kaye differently.

All her life she’s done what’s been asked of her. Publishing her books has been the first time she’s chosen something for herself. The first time she’s had control.

Until now.

This is so much more than something sexual. Just as it should be. This experience has turned into what Kaye needs, not what her character in her book needs.

I have to bite down hard because the gratification of knowing she has this threatens all the restraint I’ve had up until this point. As if sensing my need for her, she straightens. Kaye strokes Hayidah’s hair, leaning down to whisper something in her ear.

Hayidah gets to her feet and heads to the displays, but Kaye and I are focused on each other. She moves to where I’m standing in the room. That confidence and control rolling off of her.

Seeing this, I vow to give her this whenever I have the opportunity to. I want to see this self-assurance on her more often. The way it’s oozing from her makes me proud she’s mine.

Kaye cups my face, staring up into my eyes. I want to lean in and capture her lips. I’d love to smear more of that lipstick all over her face.

“Stop,” she commands, halting my stroking motion.

Kaye gestures with her eyes for me to lower before her. I do as she asks and she tosses her leg over my shoulder. I give her a wolfish grin. It’s time I remind her that no one can make her come like I can.

Tilting her hips forward, I start to devour her core. Her hips start to roll into my face, working in circles. She’s offering me her pussy the way I like it. My grasp tightens as I feel her peaking. I dive in further closing the deal.

“Oh. My. God,” she whimpers.

I pull back looking her in the eyes as I lick my face clean. I go to go back for seconds, but she shakes her head. Placing her fingers under my chin, she guides me to stand.

Towering over her, I stand as her waiting sentinel. Kaye runs her hands up my stomach over my chest. Her eyes telling all the things her lips are holding in.

She lifts to her toes, wrapping a hand around the back of my neck to pull me down to meet her lips. My knees feel weak from the moment our lips lock. This woman has all the power in the world when it comes to me.

I’d cutoff my own arm to keep her happy and safe. I mean that shit too. If Kaye hollers, I’m the one that’ll come running ready to destroy the world to get to her.

“Show us why you’re the one, Angel,” she whispers against my lips.

She doesn’t have to tell me a second time. My hands are on her ass, lifting her onto my waist before she can finish her command. I take her lips deepening the kiss.

Fuck a bed. I want Kaye to remember that I love all of her curves. I handle them without question whenever I get my hands on them. Her questioning if I find Hayidah attractive stung. I didn’t bring her here to doubt herself or how I feel about her.

The one time she tried to hide her body from me, I thought I made it clear that she’s perfection personified to me. I wouldn’t change a thing about Kaye. She was made just for me.

I meant what I said. Hayidah is beautiful, but when standing next to Kaye she might as well not be in the room. I prove that as I drive into Kaye, my eyes locked on hers. I can hear the buzzing of the toy Hayidah is across the room using, but I don’t turn to see what she’s doing.

Instead, I bounce Kaye on my cock, wringing her pleasure from her sexy body with each stroke. I bring her down on me repeatedly. The way her eyes roll into the back of her head tugs at something animalistic inside of me. I growl and bounce her harder.

“Yes, fuck yes,” she cries out as she drips down my shaft.

I love it when she loses herself to our love-making. I grow harder inside her as her unfiltered words explode from her lips. She so wet. The way her insides are rippling around me, I know she’s going to come soon.

“Shit, I feel it, come,” I bark out.

“I’ll come when I want to,” she purrs back.

I chuckle darkly tilting her body back and dipping in for her left nipple. She’s coming now. She wanted to see why I’m the one. I’m going to show her.

“Felix,” she screams breathlessly.

I smile around her peak as she gushes around me. With her body still tilted back, I move to the table on the left side of the room. Placing her back gently on the surface, I let my hands roam her smooth skin.

Kaye smiles up at me, then takes a peak in Hayidah’s direction. Her cheeks start to glow as if she’s just registering the fact that she’s allowing someone else to watch us. It’s too late now. We’re about to put on a real show.

Lifting both her legs to my right shoulder, I start to rock into her again. I have her full attention now. I work her pussy like the cameras are rolling and we need a money shot.

“Felix, shit, Felix,” she begins to scream.

Good thing all of the club’s rooms are sound proof. I don’t let up, not even when I hear Hayidah start to cry out from pleasuring herself. I ride right through Kaye’s next orgasm and the next and the next.

“Felix, I can’t,” Kaye sobs.

“You told me not to come, Mistress,” I taunt.

“Oh, fuck, please come,” she groans.

I chuckle, pulling out to shift her to her weakened legs. She wobbles on her heels. I hold her steady as I bend her over the table. Grabbing a hand full of her bun, I bow her back, returning into her heat and chasing down my release.

“You want me to come,” I hiss in her ear.

“Yes, please,” she cries.

“You know what to do. Take it,” I rumble in her ear.

Kaye starts to throw her ass back at me as she tightens her walls around me. I lick the side of her face, reaching to play with her clit as I pound deep into her.

We both come, filling the room with the sound of our climax. I roar so hard, my chest vibrates against her back. Kaye squirts all over me. Wrapping my arms around her quaking body, I hold her to me.

“So, what else do you need to know for your books?” I murmur.

Kaye giggles. I nuzzle her neck and inhale her skin. I love this girl so much.

“Actually, I want to learn to shoot,” she replies a few moments later.

“Consider it done,” I murmur.