His Pleasures and Pain (Book II) (Allen Trilogy 2)

by Chevelle Allen

  He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer. She responded by reaching over and gently touching the side of his face. Her fingers soon traced his lips, jawline and chin. He loved the way she touched him. With his free hand, he took hold of hers drawing her palm to his mouth to kiss it. As they sat, he seemed to instinctually know what she wanted from him.

  “Stand up,“ he said barely above a whisper. She did as he instructed. He moved her so she stood between his legs as he meticulously unbuttoned her blouse. It slid off her shoulders and fell to the floor. He began gently kissing her stomach as he unzipped her slacks and freed them from her. She flinched as he let his lips and tongue explore her navel and lower belly before pulling her close for a tight hug. He clung to her, resting his head just below her breasts. He could hear her heartbeat begin to quicken and he was sure it mirrored his own.

  He ran his fingers along the edges of her panties before sliding them off her hips. He tenderly moved his hands slowly down the front of her thighs and legs all the way to her ankles where he guided her to step out of the panties. He loved the look of her feet and legs in the peep toe heels she still wore. He then slowly ran his fingers up the back of her legs around to her ass. She leaned towards him and placed her forearms over his shoulders before bending slightly to kiss him.

  Nibbling and whispering in his ear, “How may I serve you, Sir?”

  He closed his eyes letting her words wash over him, before roughly spinning her around so that her ass was virtually in his face. He ran his tongue over her ass cheeks and gripped them, digging his fingers into her firm flesh before smacking her hard. She let out a loud gasp and he did it again. He moved his fingers along her spine and unfastened her bra, dropping it to the floor. He turned her to face him and looked into her eyes. What he saw wasn’t hunger or desire. It was something else—something deep and longing and she needed him to give it to her.

  “Ask me again,” he said.

  “How may I serve you, Sir?” She didn’t falter as she gazed into his eyes.

  He stood up and ran his fingers across her lips before inserting his middle and ring fingers into her mouth a little past her teeth. As he moved his fingers in and out of her mouth, his insertions grew deeper, and soon she was using her tongue and lips to lick and suck on them. With his fingers still in her mouth, he directed her back the floor and onto her knees. She immediately assumed her position and dropped her eyes from him.

  He withdrew his fingers and began removing the links from his cuffs. He walked the short distance to the chair and put them in his jacket pocket. He turned back to her and asked, “What do you need tonight, Janine?”

  “I need whatever Sir feels I deserve.”

  “What do you think you deserve?” He studied her carefully while she contemplated her response. She seemed a million miles away in one glance, and ironically very present.

  “Sir would know best,” she finally said.

  “Mmmm, I’ll have to think about that.”

  Never in the course of their relationship or their encounters since had they ever had an exchange quite like this. His penis was getting hard as his mind examined the depth of her responses coupled with the image of her nakedness in position on the floor. Given how their evening had gone, he was now faced with extraordinary sensations radiating through his entire body. His desire for her was taking on new dimensions yet again.

  “Lean over the dresser and face the mirror,” he instructed, observing every purposeful step she took as she positioned herself against the dresser. He removed his shirt and placed it next to his jacket. He took off his shoes and slid his socks off before walking over to stand behind her. Her eyes were down so he grabbed her hard by the hair and jerked her head up so she could see them both in the mirror. He leaned over her and said, “Keep your eyes open. Watch yourself in the mirror because I think you need to be punished for ever doubting me or how I feel about you.”

  He knew what he did and said to her was far darker than anything they had experienced together. It was a side of himself he was unleashing. Unbeknownst to her, she had actually freed him—in fact, she freed them both when she said I need whatever Sir feels I deserve.

  He pulled the belt from his pant loops and in one swift movement struck her with incredible whip-like force across the fleshy part of her ass. She threw her head forward, but kept her eyes open the entire time. Her face grimaced at the intensity of the strike. He didn’t ease her into any of it but instead drew back and struck her again. She began panting at the pain, but she never uttered her safe words. Her nails began to scrape the dresser making visible scratches in the surface with each subsequent strike. He could tell she was struggling to keep her eyes opened and focused as the pain overwhelmed her.

  She displayed a fierceness he couldn’t recall ever seeing in her during play. He continued to hold her by the hair, but when she dropped her head and her knees bent slightly, he knew she was nearing her threshold. In fact, he was certain she had moved well beyond it. She raised her head and looked at him through the mirror’s reflection. Then he saw tears begin to escape from her eyes. The expression on her face reflected both love and regret.

  Releasing her, he set the belt on the dresser beside her. He softly stroked her back and shoulders. Moving his hands to her ass, it felt beyond warm. It was hot to the touch. He examined it further noting the welts becoming prominent. For a brief moment, a part of him wanted to rescue her from what he had done. He also knew they both understood what had really transpired between them. He leaned over her and said, “I’m very proud of you Janine,” before turning her back to face him.

  Burying her face in his chest, “Thank you, Sir.”

  “Are you okay?” he whispered thinking it was time to transition from their scene.

  “Yes.”

  He gently wiped the tears streaming down her face with his thumbs and kissed her lovingly on the lips. He then interspersed kisses and soft licks along her neck and shoulders. He guided her to lie back on the bed as he removed his slacks and briefs. He crawled onto the bed next to her and gently traced her belly and breasts with his smooth fingers. Straddling her, he began licking her nipples in small circles as she writhed to each touch. Moving slowly down her body, his lips and tongue began exploring her inner thighs and pussy. She took hold of his shoulders begging, “Please, Sir!”

  Her response surprised him because she was inviting more play. Moving up again, he slid his penis inside feeling her divine wetness and warmth. She let out a deep sigh of relief reverberating through them both. As he began his slow grind, he tried to feel every inch of her. She raised her arms overhead and titled her hips. His strokes became deeper and harder. He wrapped his forearms under her back and gripped her shoulders pulling her even closer with each powerful thrust. Her vagina was opening even more to him, as he positioned onto his knees ensuring the penetration would be considerably deeper.

  “That’s it. Right there. Don’t you fucking move!” he said as his passions took him further.

  “FUCK!” she said in response as she opened her eyes to meet his. When he looked at her, her earlier expressions had been replaced with overwhelming desire. Her body shuddered beneath him and he quickly withdrew from her. He knew oh-too-well when she came, the inner walls of her vagina pulsed and contracted making it difficult for him to refrain from coming too.

  He flipped her onto her stomach raising her hips. He smacked her hard saying to her, “You were about to cum without asking.” The remnants of her earlier punishment were still visibly apparent on her ass, but he smacked her again just enough to watch the ripple of her ass and to get the point across to her.

  “I’m sorry Sir!” she said with a panting and eager breath.

  He moved his hand along her spine before carefully moving his thumb in and out of her ass. She squirmed and swirled her hips with each stroke of his thumb. Having slowed his own mounting orgasm, he entered her again. The swirl of her hips against his dick was extraordinary as he continued fuc
king her.

  “Don’t stop, Sir!” she panted over and over again.

  She was beginning to shudder again. Janine’s contractions felt even stronger as he thrust in and out of her. The whole scene had his mind reeling with his sense of control greatly tested. He wanted to hold on a little longer.

  “Please Sir, may I cum?” she grunted. She started to squeeze her pussy in an attempt to push him closer to orgasm. He knew it would be any second. He just hoped he could outlast her. But it was extremely difficult. Michael hadn’t seen this wilder side of her in a long time and it was intoxicating.

  “Hold on a little more, Baby,” he grunted trying to slow his pace but she’d have none of it.

  “Please!” She grabbed his ass and squeezed.

  “Yes, Baby. You deserve it.” Before he could catch himself, he was caught in the rapturous waves of her pulsating orgasm.

  CHAPTER 18

  It was a little after midnight when he carefully got out of the bed. Janine lay sleeping peacefully and he didn’t want to disturb her. He went to the bathroom turning the faucet to a light flow to wash his face. As he looked in the mirror, he couldn’t help but feel a touch of sadness knowing this was the last night he’d spend with her—at least for a while. He found himself wondering what would happen between them when she returned to Indianapolis. Managing the distance would be hard enough. It would be worse if there remained any shred of doubt in her mind about whether or not they could make it as a couple.

  He crept quietly back into the room to retrieve his clothes when she stirred.

  “Michael?” Her voice was soft and yearning. He put on his briefs before returning to her side.

  “I was trying not to wake you,” he whispered.

  “Are you leaving?”

  “Yeah. I need to go.”

  “Why can’t you stay the night again?”

  The truth was he could stay, but he had to keep what happened between them in perspective. He was feeling more vulnerable than he liked. “I have a lot of work tomorrow. I’ve got to get some rest. If I stay, we won’t get much sleep.”

  “What’s wrong with that?” she whispered seductively.

  “Janine…”

  She reached over and turned on the lamp on the night table. Both of them strained to adjust their eyes to the intrusive light. She turned back to him and sat up searching his face.

  “Is there somewhere else you need to be tonight?” she asked with a mix of suspicion and insecurity. It was all over her face.

  Fuck! She’s doing it again! He drew a deep breath and despite his frustration said, “I have a very busy day tomorrow. I’ve told you several times I’ve got more clients than I can successfully manage right now. I can’t drop the ball with any of them. I just have a lot of work to do. Okay? Trust me, Baby.”

  “But, we…”

  “I want to stay with you, but I can’t. The firm? That’s me. You’ve got dozens of people to manage things when you’re not there. I don’t.”

  She dropped her eyes and said, “I’m sorry. That was selfish as hell of me.”

  “Believe me, there’s no place I’d rather be than laying in this bed with you making love until neither one of us as an ounce of strength left in our bodies. But not tonight…as much as I want to.”

  She lifted her eyes slightly and asked, “If not tonight, when?”

  There it was. The inevitable question and he was elated she even raised it. When would they have the chance to be together again?

  “You’re leaving tomorrow. I’m booked all day and I can’t cancel anything.”

  “So what are we going to do?” she asked.

  “Baby, we’ll figure it out.”

  That was the best response he could muster. He wasn’t interested in getting together from time to time for fucking. He had plenty of sources for that. As remarkable as it felt to be between her legs, what he wanted most was to intertwine his soul with hers again. He needed more from her and he wasn’t entirely sure she was capable of giving him more. He wanted all of her to wrap in his love.

  “I really hope so,” she said.

  He honestly hoped she meant it. He leaned over to kiss her goodnight, but she took hold of his face making their kiss much deeper. He held her as she moved closer straddling his lap and wrapping her arms around him. The smell of her, her touches and nakedness were chasing all logic from his brain. He was losing the struggle again as she moved her kisses from his lips to his neck and ears before making her way to his chest circling her tongue around his nipples.

  “Janine…”

  She didn’t stop. She cupped his penis gently squeezing and stroking it. Defying him, it responded to her ethereal touches. Shit! What is she doing to me? He could no more control what was happening between them because a part of him didn’t want it to stop. He felt lost in the moment—losing himself to her—again. He managed to reach down and take her hand away from his penis. Taking control, he forced her down onto the bed, taking hold of her other wrist pinning her arms over her head. She struggled to reach up with her upper body to kiss him, but it was no use. She resigned herself and calmly laid back. The look on her face was seductive, yearning and yet very demanding.

  “Jesus,” he whispered knowing he couldn’t resist her. When he leaned in to kiss her, she wrapped her powerful legs around his hips drawing him in and holding him tightly. She moved her hips in slow grinding circles. He couldn’t take it anymore. He loosened one of her wrists briefly to free himself from his underwear before kicking them away. He moved his hands down to her upper arms and elbows holding them as he buried his face into her neck. He licked and nibbled as she continued to writhe beneath him. He matched her grinding patterns stroke for stroke. There was no question he wanted her.

  He released her and rolled onto his back placing her on top of him. The insistent look on her face made clear she intended to be ravenous and very selfish. It was if their earlier conversation meant little to her. If he were truly honest with himself, he couldn’t put what was happening on her. He was an equal, eager and willing partner. All that really mattered to either of them was the here and now. The only problem was the cost was potentially much higher for him.

  Janine wasted little time sliding her pussy down on his dick and resuming the pace of their grind. He closed his eyes focusing his attention on the warm flesh engulfing his penis. He imagined its pulsing pinkish interior as cum seeped from deep within her to line the walls welcoming his every stroke. As he let his hands glide across her ass, he recalled the marks left there by his belt and hands. With eyes still closed, he moved his hands to embrace the fullness of her breasts as he squeezed them. He pinched her nipples ever so gently before pulling them hard each time she moved to his tip. All he wanted to do now was to drink from her, to taste everything that flowed from her exquisite pussy.

  When he opened his eyes, she was savoring every stroke with closed eyes. As he watched her, it was as if she were grooving to the rhythm of their synchronous lovemaking. She was beautiful, free and his. He moved his hands to her shoulders and pulled her down to him. Removing himself from her, he again placed her on her back. Kissing and licking her navel and belly, she squirmed as he made his way to her inner thighs where he teased and enticed her. He placed his hands under her ass and lifted her pussy into his mouth flicking his tongue in and out of her before lapping her clit with abandon.

  She could barely contain herself in his grasp, but he held her tightly. Letting his tongue reach as deep inside her as possible, he wanted to taste the full source of her cum. He loved the way she tasted as her body freely released more and more to him. She convulsed and gyrated before screaming out his name. Each time she did it, it gripped his heart and the very recesses of his soul. He loved making her happy. He loved watching her cum. He loved he could do all of this for her over and over again.

  When he finally entered her, she opened her eyes and said to him, “I’ll always be yours.”

  Her words damn near took his breath away beca
use he felt exactly the same way. He looked lovingly at her to savor her words. Barely containing his mounting orgasm, he stroked a few more times before ejaculating inside her. His entire body shook and the feeling was startling and divine. As his focus returned, tears were streaming down her face and much to his surprise he felt his own.

  In the stillness that followed, they both lay engulfed in the hallowed space they had created. Instead of exhaustion, he felt alive and whole again.

  “You should go,” she finally whispered. Her face now showed concern for him.

  He turned to look at her. “I’m okay,” he whispered.

  “No, I shouldn’t have…”

  “There’s no place else I want to be. Don’t worry about it.”

  She laid her head on his chest and gave him a light kiss. He softly touched her hair that once again reflected the freedom their bodies had experienced. He kissed her forehead.

  “But there’s someplace else you have to be, right?”

  He sighed heavily and said, “Right.”

  “I’ll call you when I get home, okay?”

  “What time do you get back?”

  “My flight lands around ten-thirty Central Time tomorrow night. Will that be too late to call?”

  “Not at all,” he replied.

  “Okay…Michael?”

  “Yes?”

  “If you don’t leave now, I’m going to feel more guilty than I already do,” she said.

  There was so much he wanted to say to her, but he didn’t want to spoil the moment. He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly before kissing her again. He needed to go. He considered washing up, but it was already close to two o’clock. He’d shower in the morning. In the meantime, he’d have her scent on his mouth, chin, cheeks and fingers. After fully dressed, he kissed her again. She sat on the side of the bed lovingly watching him.