“I guess you’re accustomed to women being used to your size,” I said. He shook his head.
“No. Most women pretend that they like big dicks and then can’t handle it when they finally encounter one,” he winked, chucking me under the chin before standing back up. “Now, try to write another scene,” he said, passing my notebook back to me.
After a few minutes, I looked over what I wrote and sighed. “See if this works,” I said, rubbing my temples. I felt as if I were going to pop a blood vessel in my brain if I tried to write another word. He sat next to me and looked into the journal. It took every fiber in my being to not look at his dick that was still standing at attention.
Why is he hard in the first place, I pondered as I waited for his response. He quickly read over the three paragraphs and shook his head.
“Why don’t you write the woman in your image?” he asked. I shrugged sheepishly.
“I don’t know. I guess I don’t find myself that interesting to write about,” I answered. Zane shook his head again.
“Stand up,” he said. Obediently, I stood up in front of him. He gazed up at me from his seated position on the couch and nodded toward my coat. “Are you going to wear that all night?” he asked. I nervously touched the sash. In my head, I could hear Gia scolding me about being a prude, which caused me to sigh inwardly.
“I guess I could take it off. But you have to close your eyes first,” I said. Zane observed me for a few moments and finally closed them. My hands trembled as I opened the coat and slowly shook it off. The cool air in the room felt good on my skin, sending relief through me as I was finally out of that stuffy coat. I tossed it onto the love seat next to me and took a step closer to Zane.
“You can look now,” I said softly. When he opened his eyes, he licked his lips and shook his head.
“Goddamn, girl,” he said hissed, giving me a full inspection. Having Zane appreciate what he saw made me feel … confident. I couldn’t remember the last time I felt confident or sexy. I smiled and slowly turned around. A chill went through me when I felt his hands firmly grab my ass. “It’s just as soft as I imagined,” he murmured, squeezing both cheeks gently. His touch alone was causing me to throb between my legs as desire crept into me. I turned back around to face him.
“I assume that you like what you see,” I said. He stood up and pulled me close to him, his erection resting against my stomach.
“I love what I see before me. I’m not sure if I can trust myself to behave around you, dressed like this.”
“Maybe I don’t want you to behave,” I breathed, gazing up at him. Before another thought could cross my mind, he was devouring my mouth. A groan escaped my throat when his hands firmly gripped my ass again as his tongue assaulted my mouth. The throbbing at my core was becoming intense.
As if he were reading my mind, his hand slipped inside my panties and began to gently massage my clit. I tilted my head back and sighed in pleasure, tightly grabbing onto his arms to keep myself upright in case my legs gave out. I nearly came apart when he removed his hand and swiped his tongue across his fingers.
“I need to taste more of you,” he stated huskily, scooping me up into his arms and walking over to his kitchen counter. Once he sat me down, he opened his refrigerator and pulled out a can of whipped cream and a bowl of strawberries. “I’m going to give you a nice little foreplay scene to write about,” he grinned as he shook the can. I bit my lip in anticipation. I didn’t know what this man had in store for me, but I was ready for it. He moved back over to me and kissed me once more as he unfastened my bra, allowing it to fall away.
“You’re so perfect,” he said softly, kissing me once more. The tender attention that I was getting from him was so foreign. I watched in amazement as he put a little whipped cream on my nipples and slowly licked it off. Once it was gone, he then sucked on my nipples until they were hard and sensitive, nearly sending me over the edge with each swipe of his tongue. I nodded toward the bowl of strawberries.
“What are those for?” I asked. He flashed a wicked smile and motioned for me to lie back on the counter. He slowly removed my panties and parted my legs. He took a strawberry and bit into it.
“This isn’t sweet enough,” he stated and then proceeded to swipe the remainder across my slick mound and demolished the rest. He licked his lips and grinned. “Much better,” he said huskily, grabbing another strawberry. I groaned when he rubbed the strawberry up and down my heat. Each time he would circle the strawberry around my clit, I shivered. The cool fruit rubbing against me had my senses on high alert, especially when he would tease my entrance with the tip of it.
I licked my lips, and I watched him devour strawberry after strawberry covered in my juices. I had never seen an action as erotic as the one playing out in front of me. He completely caught me off guard when he offered me one. “I want you to taste yourself,” he said softly, stroking my clit with his other hand. I opened my mouth, bit into the strawberry, and was surprised to taste only the fruit.
“I like it,” I smiled. The same seductive actions went on for another few minutes, with him eating strawberries and whipped cream off my body.
“I don’t want to eat too many sweets. I may spoil my dinner,” he joked, licking a trail from the center of my rib cage to my panty line. I bit my lip as I noticed that he was moving down further.
“Is that so?” I breathed, watching him position himself between my legs. He answered with a quick swipe of his tongue between my folds, causing me to cry out in pleasure.
He continued licking and sucking as I writhed beneath him. I trembled as he performed a slow figure eight on my clit with his tongue. “Oh God,” I cried, grabbing his head as I arched my back. Julius was nowhere on his level. The one time Julius did go down on me, it was rushed and it felt as if he didn’t want to do it. It was definitely different with Zane. He took his time and he’d look up at me from every now and then to watch my reactions. His hands were gently palming my breasts as he sucked my clit, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Zane, I’m gonna come!” I screamed just as my orgasm ripped through me, causing me to squeeze his head tightly with my thighs. I could still feel his tongue flickering against me as I rode out my orgasm. When I finally calmed down, he gently kissed my inner thighs as he rose, gazing at me with a satisfied grin on his face.
“You good?” he asked. I nodded and sat up on my elbows.
“That was wild,” I panted with a sheepish smile. He picked me up yet again and moved around the bookshelf. I then saw that the bookshelf separated his living room area from his bedroom. There was a large floor-to-ceiling window looking out on downtown Brooklyn right beside his bed. When he placed me directly in front of the window, I quickly covered myself. “What are you doing?” I shrieked.
He grinned at me as he moved my arms. “Creating your scene,” he answered. I looked at him, completely puzzled.
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked. He turned me around so that I was facing the glass away from him and pressed up against me from behind.
“Don’t be ashamed, baby. I want all of New York to see the pleasure on your face as I fuck you. Does that sound familiar to you, Sienna?” he whispered against the nape of my neck. I closed my eyes and the throbbing increased between my legs. He was recreating the first scene that I wrote the night I was sitting at my bay window in my office. “Don’t move,” he said softly and moved away.
Surprisingly, I wasn’t nervous. I was anxiously waiting to feel him inside of me. Just as the thought crossed my mind, he was back again. He turned me around to face him and kissed me so passionately that it nearly brought tears to my eyes. I didn’t know exactly how to label what we were doing, but I didn’t want it to end.
“When I’m done with you, you’re going to feel that I’ve been inside of you every time you move. From this night on, you’re mine,” he growled, wrapping my legs around his waist and pressing me against the window. The moment he entered me literally took my breat
h away. He paused for a few moments and kissed my throat. “Breathe,” he whispered, slowly moving in and out of me. I was afraid to. He was a pretty tight fit, and the pressure of him filling me was overwhelming. As he stroked me, his soft kisses on my neck calmed my nerves as I tried to relax.
“Please be gentle,” I whimpered. He kissed me gently and gazed into my eyes.
“Trust me, baby girl. I’m not going to hurt you,” he promised.
He kept his word.
The amount of time he spent holding me up against this window slowly stroking me felt like eternity. He kept a slow, tender rhythm going that had caused me to come two times already. After a while, I was starting to feel guilty that he’d yet to meet his own release.
“Zane,” I moaned.
“Yes, baby?” he answered softly against my skin. Hearing him say those words caused me to feel warm inside, which was now posing a problem.
I couldn’t fall in love with this man. This was strictly research, so I needed to get a grip on myself. I held him tighter and decided not to think about that at the moment. Whatever happened happened; but for now, I was going to enjoy these moments of feeling wanted.
“Take me the way you want to. I want you to come,” I said, gently biting his neck. He pulled back slightly and looked at me.
“Are you sure?” he asked. I exhaled slowly and nodded. He grinned and readjusted himself before speeding up his rhythm. As he moved quickly inside of me, I could feel him hitting my G-spot, bringing me closer to a squirting orgasm. I dug my fingernails into his back, lightly biting into his shoulder to keep from screaming. He growled as he continued, bringing both of us over the edge simultaneously.
I screamed as I came once again, the intensity of my orgasm bringing Zane to his own climax. “Damn, girl,” he panted as my juices ran down his window. I giggled, trying to catch my breath.
“I guess I should have warned you that I’m a squirter,” I said. He kissed me and turned around with me still in his arms and laid me onto his king-size bed.
“You’re full of surprises,” he said, lying next to me. As he gazed at me and caressed my cheek, I realized that this was where I wanted to be. I wanted to be with a guy who found me attractive and who wanted to please me. I actually dreaded having to go back home.
“What’s on your mind?” Zane asked, breaking me out of my thoughts. I sighed and shook my head.
“Nothing, I’m fine,” I said with a small smile. He kissed my forehead and brushed a few strands of hair from my face.
“Stay with me tonight,” he said. I opened my mouth to protest, but he quickly slipped his tongue in my mouth, kissing me passionately once more. “Please?” he added when he finally pulled away.
How could I say no to that? I smiled and agreed, moving closer to him. He put his arm around me, rested his chin on the top of my head, and we both fell into a blissful slumber.
TWO CAN PLAY THIS GAME, DARLING.
STARING UP at the ceiling, many emotions rushed through me. Did I really just sleep with another man when I have one at home? The thought of having to face Julius was sending a wave of anxiety through me. After all the drama and emotional neglect that I went through with him, why was I feeling so guilty right now? Even though he was making a change to be better, I knew I wasn’t in love with him. I also knew that if I didn’t have to be with him, I wouldn’t be. I groaned. What did I get myself into?
I gently caressed Zane’s sleeping face and frowned. This double life of mine was bound to get me into trouble. The emotions I felt last night, I should be feeling with Julius.
Shit!
I had forgotten to text him to at least let him know that I was all right and wasn’t “doing anything that I would regret with Gia.” But at this point, that would be a lie, right? I had no idea how I was going to face him now. I definitely needed to talk to Gia about this
After prying Zane’s arm from my waist, I slowly eased my way out of bed, wincing slightly as the soreness settled in. I smiled to myself. He definitely wasn’t exaggerating when he said I would feel that he’d been inside of me.
Quietly, I crept around the bookcase and went to the couch to retrieve my phone from my purse. I shook my head at the number of missed calls and texts I had from Julius. He had called over 20 times and texted me twice as much. His voicemails started off calm, but as I listened to the most recent ones, they sounded angry. He sent texts asking me if I was okay and then started sending messages in all caps demanding that I call him immediately. I sighed as I sat on the armrest of the couch. I could only imagine the hell awaiting me at home.
I saw that Gia had texted me also to see if I was okay. I sent her a quick reassurance and turned my phone back off. What in the hell was I doing?
“Is everything alright?” Zane asked groggily, standing next to the bookshelf. I swallowed the lump forming in my throat as I tried to keep my eyes from drifting to his semi-erect cock. I cleared my throat and nodded.
“Yeah … I’m fine. I think it’s best if I go,” I said, slowly rising to my feet and grabbing the trench coat from the love seat.
Zane glanced at the time displayed on his digital cable box and raised an eyebrow. “You’re leaving at one in the morning?” he asked, moving closer to me.
You wouldn’t understand, I thought as I bit my lip. I didn’t want to leave. If I could make Zane my reality, I would have. In fact, I wanted to, but I didn’t know if I was ready to give up everything I’ve ever known to be with him, just yet.
“My friend would be worried. I was supposed to be with—”
“Then call her, and tell her that you’re being taken care of,” he said softly, taking me into his arms and kissing my neck lightly. I closed my eyes and tried to focus. I didn’t need to get caught up in the moment, but his kisses left a hot trail on my skin, igniting my desire.
“I’ll text her later,” I breathed, wrapping my arms around his neck as I pulled him in for a kiss.
He slipped his tongue into my mouth, causing me to groan. His grip around my waist tightened as he picked me up, wrapped my legs around his waist, and carried me back to the bed. All stressful thoughts about Julius disappeared as soon as Zane’s tongue dipped inside of me. Any sense of doubt that I was feeling before melted away with each stroke he thrust inside of me. My mind was so conflicted. Why did everything feel right with the wrong person? Zane was perfect for me as a person, but he wasn’t perfect for my life. When it’s time to let him go and continue living my life, would I be able to walk away?
After another passionate session, he drifted off to sleep. I kissed his cheek gently before getting out of bed again. I was leaving this time. I went into the kitchen and retrieved my lingerie. A soft smile touched my lips as my mind drifted back to Zane’s reaction. He made me feel sexy when I wore it, and that alone made me feel good. It didn’t matter what Julius thought of me; there was another man who thought I was incredibly sexy and wanted to be with me.
I decided to leave the panties behind and attached a note saying, “Thanks for bringing my scene to life.” Glancing at the clock, I saw that it was almost three in the morning. I quickly shrugged on the trench coat and grabbed my purse and heels. When I reached the door, I took another glance around his condo, sighed, and quietly crept out the door.
***
“Gia! I’m here!” I called as I let myself into her apartment. Despite it being late, there were red candles lit all over the living room and down her hallway. “Gia?” I called out again, putting my purse down on the couch.
“I’m in my private room!” she answered. I raised an eyebrow as I closed and locked the door behind me.
“Private room? When did you get a private room?” I called, placing my purse on the couch and slipping out of my shoes. When she didn’t answer, I cautiously made my way down the hall. “Gia you’ll never believe what—what the hell is going on?” I shrieked, taking in the scene before me.
Gia was sprawled out wearing nothing but a black lace corset and black gloves that
came to her elbows. Just like the rest of the apartment, the room was also decorated with red candles. There was a glass case filled with rods ranging in length and thickness as well as a sex swing hanging from the ceiling by thick chains. There was a chair in the corner that had shackles attached to its arms and legs and a queen-size bed in the center back wall of the room. I could feel my mouth open and close as I tried to remember what I was going to tell her.
Startled by my presence, the man that had been previously lapping at her folds jerked his head up. Gia narrowed her eyes at him and tilted his head up with the thin rod she was holding. “Did I tell you to stop?” she asked, caressing his cheek with the end of the rod before giving him a firm tap. He quickly shook his head.
“No, Mistress,” he apologized and went back to the task at hand. Gia sighed in pleasure before turning her attention back to me.
“Stop looking like a deer in headlights. I’m sure you’ve seen this in porn. The only difference is that you have a front row seat,” she chided. I cleared my throat.
“What is all of this?” I asked, waving my arm around the room.
“This, my dear, is my private room.”
“But what is it for?”
“My BDSM activities.”
“Your what?”
“Now is not the time to explain kinky sex to you,” she sighed, rubbing her forehead. “I’ll explain it to you later. But have a seat and tell me what happened,” she said, tapping the empty space next to her with her rod. My eyes widened.
“Gia, you’re acting as if you don’t have a man in here performing oral sex on you. I’m not sitting next to you to tell you anything while you’re being—”
“Okay, okay, you prude. I almost thought that this assignment would open your mind a little bit, but you’re obviously still stuck in your ways. If you don’t want to sit next to me, sit over in that chair,” she said, pointing to the one in the corner with the shackles.
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