The Baller's Black Baby Daughter: BWWM Romance

by Ciara Cole

  Maya closed her eyes and dipped her head back, wanting to give Alain better access to her neck as he nuzzled. Just then, she felt Alain reach up and tie a dark silk cloth around her head, blindfolding her. She instantly reached up to remove it, but he told her, “No.” He gently pulled her hands down, then slowly, slipped her dress off her shoulders and let it pool at her waist.

  Already disoriented by the darkness of her blindfold, Maya felt panicked by being half-undressed and threw her hands to cross over her bra, but again Alain drew her hands away and this time, linked them behind her back. The moment she felt him attached some kind of cuffs to keep them there, her stomach felt like its bottom had fallen out. “Alain?” she breathed half in fear and excitement.

  “Trust me.”

  Two words – and he had the plummeting beat of her heart go still and calm. The deep warm timber of his voice, and the equally warm touch of his hands on her bare shoulders, heavy and soothing, reassured her. Maya was way less scared now, but just as agitated by the scandalizing thought that she was half-naked, blindfolded and handcuffed on a beach. Thank goodness it was secluded and deserted.

  “How captivating a picture you make,” Alain said in his husky, accented voice she found so sexy. “There in your bra and your dress half off, eyes blindfolded and hands restrained in my leather cuffs, with the ocean and night as your perfect backdrop. You can feel your nipples getting hard, can’t you? From not just the slight breeze but from anticipation as well. You can’t see what’s happening, and can’t even make to cover yourself if anyone happened by. I can almost see you dripping in excitement at the thought. Aren’t you, my beauty?”

  Maya had let Alain’s words flow over her like poetry, letting her deprived senses, drink in everything around her. It all felt extra intense from not being able to see at all, and just experience.

  She was definitely beginning to feel some moistness deep in her core, just as Alain had surmised. Maya couldn’t help wishing, that he would reach down and feel her sex to find it wet and swollen with arousal. The way she was breathing fast and her insides were charged up by desire, it would take just a brush of his hand against her clit and Maya knew she’d orgasm.

  Alain seemed to realize this, since he moved away and from the sounds she caught, he began to open more of the containers. He then fed her a few bites of barbecued pork and kimchi, and occasional sips of wine. Eating felt different now that she was blindfolded – the flavors seemed to change on her tongue, becoming more sensual and decadent.

  Her dominant lover was opening her senses to a whole new vista, thought Maya. Never would she have thought she’d agree to anything like this…and certainly not to Alain helping her to finish undressing, as he drew the dress down her hips and helped her lift off the floor so he could tug it off her feet. Now she sat in just her bra and panties, a sultry purple ensemble.

  “Now you look far more comfortable,” said Alain with approval, though Maya could have retorted that she definitely felt the least comfortable at the moment. After all, she was the one in just her underwear while Alain was fully dressed – and she was at more of a disadvantage because she was blindfolded and bound. Of course, she didn’t voice any of such defiant thoughts. Something about Alain made her want to please him, and as such she gave in to her submissive side, one she never even knew she had before now.

  Once more Alain lifted a spoon to her lips, and the morsel he fed her this time, was topped with some sweet and sour sauce. A couple drops fell on her pushed-up cleavage, sliding down in between the dusky hollow of her breasts.

  “Look at the mess I made,” Alain murmured. “I’ll just have to clean it up, seeing as you’re unable to do so yourself at this juncture.”

  Maya felt like they were playing out an elaborate scene, and she stifled a giggle thinking how much she really wanted to get into it. A bit of sexy role-play wasn’t out of place, was it – even though she might have picked a less exposed location for them to try it? Still, something about being in the outdoors and risking someone watching or even catching them…had its own dangerous appeal.

  Maya felt her nipples begin to harden even before Alain proceeded to scoop out her breasts, freeing them to the open air, and to his gaze which she could already feel like a laser on her flesh. Even with her bra still on, Maya felt just as exposed as possible, what with her mounds raised proudly from their cups, the nipples stung by the swirling breeze.

  Everything else before now had been like a teaser, but when Alain began to use his tongue to clean the sauce off her skin, it felt like being shot into orbit. Her nipples felt like hard, sharp points that begged to be tasted. But Alain only focused on the tops of her full, firm breasts where the sauce had spilled. Then he drew back and again, spooned some food close to her lips which she opened dutifully. Only this time, the next bite goes dripping down her inner thigh. Maya gasped as she felt the warm liquid slither down her sensitive skin.

  Now what?

  “Lie back,” Alain said, with a voice huskier than usual and almost unrecognizable. Maya was out of breath, just managing to rest on her back even with her arms linked behind her in the cuffs. Just how far was Alain going to take this? Her answer came soon enough.

  He’d parted her legs and now she could feel him licking the sauce off her. The next moment, he announced that her panties had gotten wet enough. “They should come off, don’t you think? Before any food gets on them,” he suggested.

  Was he serious? Yes, looked like he was, thought Maya with a surge of trepidation and excitement as Alain deftly rid her of her panties, barely needing her to lift her bottom as he all but yanked them off her ankles. Well, shit. Now she was completely exposed and open for all to see.

  “Alain…”

  “I’m so fucking hard for you right now,” he rasped, effectively shutting off her protest as her breathing hiked up impossibly at his statement. “I want to taste you, then take you right here and now. But tonight is all about the expectation, the wait. The longer I keep you on edge, the longer and keener the release when I decide you deserve one.”

  Maya groaned, squirming on the blanket as she told herself that even a soft waft of air against her clit would cause her to explode at this rate. Self-conscious as she was to be virtually butt naked and unable to cover herself from Alain’s sight, Maya also felt deliciously keyed up. When she tried to at least close her legs, Alain swiftly commanded her to keep them open, and to widen them even more, which made her cheeks flush as she complied.

  She couldn’t believe this was really happening. Could it be just a dream? But no, it couldn’t be, not when she could feel her own juices start to slide from between her folds and run down to her crack. Maya was sure Alain could see her shamelessly dripping for him? Crazily, she both wanted him to and yet, didn’t. Her head was all over the place, being trapped in the darkness of the blindfold. It made the whole circumstances feel all the more surreal for not getting to see anything, but to use her other senses even more.

  “You’re far too fetching for your own good, Maya,” Alain said with a dark chuckle. “How much it’s taking me to hold back, you’ll never know. But this time on the beach is all for you, not me. And I think you need to cool down, don’t you?”

  With those words, he took the cool wine bottle and brushed it along her hard nipples. Maya’s spine jerked in reaction, a sensual thrill moving through her body when Alain replaced that cold sensation with his warm mouth, as it engulfed one chilled nipple.

  “Oh my…Alain,” Maya panted, feeling him nip gently on her nub with his teeth even as he sucked it whole. No longer able to quell her moans, Maya let the sounds of pleasure fill the night air. Yet even as she begged and gasped for relief from this sweet torture, Alain only laughed wickedly and said, not yet. It felt like an endless loop of wondrous teasing after that. Her relentless lover, turning her over on her stomach as he told her there was yet more area for him to explore on her beautiful form. He freed her hands from the cuffs, and had her stretch her arms over her head
out of the way.

  Telling her she was too tense, he added that he would help her relax. If those skilful hands of his, massaging her from her shoulders to her back then down to her ass was meant to relax her, then boy he had to be joking. Maya was all the more churned up with arousal by time she felt Alain’s touch on her derriere, kneading and squeezing. She was one mass of jello, yet her muscles were stretched tighter than a bow with waiting for him to finally touch her there, where she was her moistest and neediest.

  Finally, he gave her what she wished for. Reaching between her open legs, he rubbed on her drenched lips. Maya whimpered in bliss, clenching her fists high above her while beneath, she could feel her aching nipples throb where they pressed against the blanket.

  She was trembling all over with desire. Alain knew just what to do, sliding one finger ever so gently inside her and feeling her wetness. “So tight and wet. Open your legs wider, baby.”

  Maya shifted her thighs farther apart with legs shaking, as Alain slipped in another finger to join the first. He leaned over to kiss and suck on her back, and coupled with him thrusting those two fingers in and out of her, Maya coasted right along the rim of ecstasy. “Alain, please. I need to cum.”

  He kissed his way up her neck to her ear, making her shiver as he whispered, “Oh, you will cum. When you count to ten.”

  Maya blinked unseeingly behind the blindfold. She couldn’t even remember her own name right now, and he wanted her to count to ten? Alain pumped his two fingers ever so deeply and slowly in and out, twisting and angling them just right, to touch her g-spot. His other hand wound into her hair and tugged, causing her head to snap back even as her spine arched. Suddenly, he started to thrust faster and deeper inside her. Beneath the blackness of her blindfold, Maya saw white stars.

  “Start the count, Maya. Or this ends now.”

  Oh God. He was serious, thought Maya. Unclogging her brain, she tried to remember which number came first. “One?”

  “Keep going,” growled Alain, and slammed his fingers inside her so deep the heel of his palm slammed against her ass. Oh shit she just might not make it to ten before she harpooned into her orgasm. But something made her want to at least keep trying.

  “Two.”

  Alain’s fingers were a blur inside her, the pace of his thrusts unbroken as they built up the surge of pleasure inside her. Maya’s whole universe was spinning, as in the base of her womb a windstorm picked up force. Each time he plunged those fingers inside her, the impact sent her clit rubbing against the blanket underneath. This was making her crazy…what came after two again?

  “Three.”

  Hmm, he was kissing on her neck, just on her favorite spot. His lips felt almost soothing on her delicate flesh, while his fingers mercilessly pounded her twitching walls, stretching and filling her over and over.

  Oh Christ. “Four.” Almost halfway, thought Maya frenziedly. If she could just catch her breath enough to make it to the next number.

  “Five.”

  Maya had never been so wet in her life. She could even hear the lewd sound of her juices, mashed by Alain’s fingers plumbing deep inside her. Shamed by her animal lusts, she could only surrender to the wild beat of passion’s drum as Alain played her like a maestro.

  “Six.” Keep going, Maya, urged her inner voice. Don’t think about the fact that Alain had found that hidden trigger within her vagina no other lover had been able to discover. Certainly don’t pay heed to the hand he’d slipped from her hair, to reach round for her breast. Fuck!

  “Seven!” she cried out, as Alain pinched one tingling nub within his thumb and forefinger.

  Oh no, please don’t twist my nipple like that. “Eight.”

  Maya was almost too weak to go on. It felt like being crushed beneath ten tons of pleasure. Leaving her breasts, Alain traced his hand down the middle of her stomach to tap against her clit. At the same time he fingered her with a corkscrew motion, going deeper than ever. Please, oh please. Not that spot. Holding out was impossible if he kept thrusting against her there.

  “Nine.”

  Feeling his lips track over her cheek and close to her lips, Maya turned her face to the side so they could kiss. Oh yes, his lips against hers was heaven. “Ten,” she breathed into his mouth, which he covered with his as he plunged in his tongue while ramming powerfully against her g-spot. Maya’s orgasm poured out of her in a gush of rainbows, fireworks and supermoons. As she thrashed and strained against the arms Alain held around her protectively, Maya felt the darkness of the blindfold go blacker than black as she reached limitless subspace.

  Chapter Five

  Each time Maya went out with Alain after that it was always more exciting and unique. After a week of dating, she still never got that night on the beach out of her mind. Her explosive orgasm still reverbed within her thighs when she replayed it in her head. How she’d gone along with everything, and had let herself get into the whole bondage and submission groove, baffled her even now.

  Just as baffling, was the fact that Alain was yet to take things further. Maya wouldn’t consider herself a sex-hungry freak but she was oh so ready for things to get to the next level between them. He’d already shown her so much, and she was eager to learn more. About what went on in his head, and just how much into the kinky side of sex he was into? Could he be holding back because he felt she wasn’t ready or equipped for more?

  Maybe if she tried to get closer, then she’d know more about how to reach in to him. She was eager to find out more about his private life and discover the real Alain.

  But while she was preparing to meet him for dinner later that evening as planned, Alain called to tell her something had come up. “I hope it’s nothing too serious,” Maya said worriedly.

  “No, just the stupid hotel made an overbooking error, and now I’m forced to find someplace else to stay. I’ll probably have to look around for alternative accommodation so there might be some delay in meeting up tonight, sorry.”

  “Or, you could just move into the garage.”

  Maya had no clue she was about to suggest something like that, but there it was. And to her pleasure, Alain barely hesitated, before thanking her and saying that would do nicely. When he came over they took a few hours to do some cleaning, which left the garage looking more than habitable.

  To pay her back, Alain insisted on doing some renovations, not just on the garage but one of the cars as well. “I think it’s worked out perfectly. I already planned to restore a car during my vacation, remember. Besides, didn’t you mention that your landlord is actually a distant relative? I’m sure he’ll be glad to be glad for the effort. Trust me, you’ll be doing me a huge favor letting me work on the car.”

  “If you’re sure, then fine. Because I really don’t need repayment for letting you stay here a few weeks or whenever. Though, I do have one condition – that you let me help out any way I can.”

  “Of course. Totally a win-win situation for me whichever way I look at it,” said Alain, with that sexy little smile that made Maya feel more special than any other woman he might know.

  Did Alain really think of her as special, really? Maya knew they’d been dating barely a week but she had no doubt they were building on something here. If it was just a casual fling he wanted, he’d have taken what he wanted and moved on sooner. By offering to let him stay, Maya hoped he could tell that she was open to more substance in their relationship. But what if she pushed too hard and got him putting up his guard?

  Chapter Six

  Maya’s life seemed to take on new meaning since Alain had walked into it. Now that he was staying just down in the garage of her home, it felt like she woke up every morning having a new purpose. He’d been working and sleeping in the garage and making great progress. In barely a week he’d addressed many of the renovations such as redoing the garage walls, electricity and the lighting. Next, he’d worked on the floors, doors and windows giving the place a whole new look – much like the perfect automotive playroom. He’d ev
en upgraded the storage in the garage, having it built to his specifications. It was amazing how much equipment could be stored once the tool storage was designed right. It all left Maya awed, even as she wondered, just how long did Alain plan to stay, what with the major fix-up he’d undertaken.

  “There’s no rule that says a hobby has to be dirty and uncomfortable,” Alain said when Maya teased him lightly, for going overboard a bit. “Besides, without a properly equipped shop it’s impossible to rebuild anything safely or correctly, least of all an old car. Also, I really want to complete the restoration in good time and that requires a proper working garage.”

  At his words ‘in good time’, Maya felt her heart sink thinking Alain didn’t plan to stay that long after all. Yet she lightened her spirits with the thought that, it was best to enjoy every moment as it came and not worry about the future. It could well take care of itself.

  With the garage all done and ready, Alain promised that their task of restoring the old car would be a more enjoyable experience. For Maya, it was enjoyable simply being close to Alain, and sometimes it got too enjoyable at times.

  Because on several occasions she found they worked in the garage way into the night, when instead Maya should be in bed sleeping but she never minded it one bit. She’d never felt this fulfilled or ardent about something, until now. She was glad she’d been able to be of good use right from the start, thanks to being great at researching where to source parts and materials for Alain.

  What she really loved though, was that she got to have a front-row view of Alain’s passion for cars. No one had warned her she would find it all so super sexy. Getting to see him in action, while wearing hi safety glasses, work gloves and of course, the requisite faded blue jeans and snug-fitting t-shirt always had her heart in a flutter. He’d grown out his hair and had it styled in a mid-parting, with the dark locks framing his temples giving him a tousled look that made Maya bite on her lip in desire.