My English Muffin (Interracial Romance BWWM Black Woman White Man)

by Skye, Lena

  “Yeah.” I was really excited about my first limo ride. To some people it would seem really silly, but I was really looking forward to meeting him again. He had some real class. He also treated me like a lady. I was enjoying the spoiling and the respect that he gave me. I didn’t know how long it would last, how long it would be until he turned into every other guy in the world, but I would take advantage of this until the very end.

  “Enjoy the ride then.” He told me.

  In the car on the way home all I could do was call my friends and let them know about my night. The girls were in awe of my amazing evening. I told them every detail and we giggled over the more intimate parts. It wasn’t meant to insult him; instead it was just something that girlfriends do.

  I started to work as soon as I got home. The work was kind of boring and dull, but it had to get done, or I wouldn’t have a paycheck. If I didn’t have a paycheck, I wouldn’t be able to pay my rent or buy food. I also wouldn’t be able to feed my shoe addiction. I rushed through my work for the day as much as I could. I still needed to keep the quality up. My customers expected a certain standard of my work. I had worked very hard to maintain my reputation. My reputation is important to me. It is actually everything in my business.

  I noticed that I had a new email in my work email inbox. Someone was wanting me to design a travel blog. I didn’t know why, but it reminded me of William. The company had some strange name, “Two Blokes Travel.” I remembered our conversation about blokes and it made me smile. I’m sure there were a lot of similar companies in the U.K., but still it made me curious. I spent too much time staring at the email, wondering if this had any connection to my lover.

  After spending way to long staring at a business name on my screen I really had to get to work. It wouldn’t be too much longer until it was time to start getting ready, and I had a lot of work to do today. I had to get things done. Unfortunately my brain didn’t want to cooperate with me. I was still stuck on William, and I couldn’t get him out of my brain.

  I knew that the girls would be at my apartment as soon as they finished work. They had traditional nine to five jobs, and got off of work at five. The three of them should be here about six o’clock depending on traffic and the subway. Cathy said that she could leave her shop a little early and be here sooner to help me get my hair done and my make-up chosen. I loved having a friend that was so awesome.

  The three of them burst through the door at almost the same moment. I couldn’t make out their happy chatter as they demanded every detail of the date and night that followed. The twins always seemed to talk together. They were either finishing each others sentences or talking in unison. When they got really excited they could talk over each other and if that happens they are impossible to understand.

  “I just keep screwing up.” I hung my head in my hands, almost in tears.

  “What do you mean?” Cathy was concerned.

  “I don’t understand what he’s talking about sometimes.” I explained to my closest friends in confidence.

  “What do you mean?” They asked me. The twins couldn’t make sense of the problem. Their confusion was bringing out their twin-ness.

  “Well he got a little confused when I asked him about a rubber.” I continued to explain the entire confusion. I told them how he thought I was asking for an eraser.

  The twins started to giggle about the situation. “That would have been embarrassing. We’re glad it wasn’t us.” They were speaking in unison again.

  Cathy rolled her eyes. “It can’t have been too bad, you’re going out with him again.” She was completely serious with me.

  “I know, I know. I just don’t know much about England or English people. He probably thinks I am a fool.” I sighed.

  “Maybe he thinks it’s cute, “ Ada said hopefully.

  “That’s what he said.”

  “Then it all works out. How long is he in town for?” Andrea asked.

  “He’s in town for a week.”

  “The perfect time for a no strings attached fling.” Ada announced to me with a wink.

  “I know, but it seems like we might have really gotten along…” I let my statement trail off.

  “If you had more time?” Cathy asked. “I know how that is. The problem is that you guys are still in the honeymoon stage of things. Most of what he tells you is probably a lie.” She was always so pragmatic and serious about situations of the heart. I believed her, I didn’t really know a lot about this guy, I just didn’t feel like I should be in this deep yet. It was probably a good thing that he was leaving in a week.

  “Oh don’t be a bummer Cathy!” Andrea demanded.

  “It’s the truth.” Cathy was frowning.

  “I know, I know,” I told them. “I just can’t help but think that he might be the one that gets away.

  “It is better to have loved and lost than to never have loved at all.” Cathy quoted that phrase at every breakup. It always had a way of making us feel better.

  I got dressed and ready for the evening. Cathy did my hair and Ada and Andrea chatted with me trying to pull more details about my new man.

  “Does he have a sister?” Cathy asked me.

  “I don’t know.” I told her honestly.

  “Ask for me will you?” She was completely serious. She didn’t have much time for games. “I just hope that if he does have a sister, she’s like what you describe.” She was starting to get excited about it, just like Ada and Andrea. The only problem was that Cathy didn’t show it as much as the other girls. It was hard to spot, but I could see a smile on her face. She was happy for me.

  **

  At exactly eight o’clock that night, my intercom buzzed. I jumped up to get it and my heel snapped. Kicking off my shoes I answered the buzz. “Give me a minute.”

  “Is everything alright up there?” He asked me.

  “I just broke a shoe. I’ve got to find a new pair.”

  “Do you need some help?”

  “I think I’ll be OK” I was pretty sure that I could find a new pair of shoes fairly quickly. I rushed to my closet and quickly found a new pair of shoes to wear.

  When I rushed down stairs I could see a limo waiting for me. “How do you get so much money for limos?” I asked.

  “I’ve got a few quid saved up. So I thought that I would use it to impress you.”

  I smiled at him as we drove through the late night New York streets, not sure what a “few quid” was but I assumed he meant dollars and was definitely not going to ask him anyway. Traffic was heavy. “Do you have a reservation?” I asked him.

  “Of course, dear.” He was so confident, and so sure, it started to ease my fears immediately.

  I still had a few concerns though. “Are we going to be late?” I felt compelled to ask. I was worrying about missing the reservation and having to eat at some crappy fast food joint.

  “I don’t think so, it’s not far and it isn’t until nine.”

  “I didn’t know you realized how bad the traffic could be here.”

  “It’s no worse than London.”

  “Is English traffic bad?” I asked.

  “London traffic is bad. Through England there are a lot of different traffic patterns.”

  “Lots of traffic jams then?”

  “Yep, especially on the roundabouts.”

  “What the heck is a roundabout?” I asked him. I kept thinking about possibilities while I waited for him to find the words to respond.

  “I believe that you call it a traffic circle.” He explained patiently. “They can be quite confusing. If you don’t know where you’re going, you can just keep going in a circle for hours.”

  “Oh.” I could have kicked myself for the amount of times I responded with that dumb sound. I stayed quiet until we arrived at the restaurant. I recognized the place immediately. It was one of the most exclusive places in the city. “How could we get into here?”

  “I have my ways.” He was being purposely mysterious.

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p; I shuddered with the sexiness of that statement. “I like it when you talk like that.”

  “Oh really now.” He commented slyly.

  We entered into the lobby and the young host immediately started stumbling over her words. “Mr. Clarke, come in. Your table is ready, sir.”

  Another customer stood up. “We have been waiting for our table for an hour. We made a reservation weeks ago.” He was starting to get upset.

  The hostess told the man to calm down or he would be asked to leave and not come back. We were shown to our table while security was handling the problem as quickly and quietly as possible. “I feel kind of bad.”

  “About what?”

  “That guy got shoved behind us in line.” I told him. “We should have let him have our table and we should have waited.” I didn’t like the thought of us put ahead of someone who had been waiting. It just didn’t seem right.

  “The restaurant would never have let that happen.” He told me, a smile on his face.

  “Why?”

  “Don’t you remember what I do for a living? They think that I’m working this week.” He winked at me.

  “Why don’t you tell them you’re not working and let that man have this table?”

  “OK look, I know that you’re worried, but he’ll get his table and I’ll pay for his meal. Will that make you feel better?” He asked me.

  “Much better.” I thought he was joking but he called the waiter over to the table and told him that we would pay for his meal. I felt like I forced him into the situation, but he didn’t seem to mind doing the right thing, at least for me. I was very impressed by that.

  He smiled at me again. “What would you like to drink? Champagne or wine?”

  “I don’t know.” I told him. “Order for me. I have no idea what’s good here.” I was beginning to think that he was a lot more of an influential blogger than he let himself appear to be. Other than a few trappings of wealth that others showed he was very down to earth. I was really impressed by him.

  We ordered and chatted over our meal. It was a nice conversation, filled with anecdotes and stories about our exes. I found out that like John his girlfriend had been quite a player. She had apparently found herself falling into bed with anyone who showed some interest in her.

  I found out that he had loved her, and losing her devastated him for almost a year. My pain was a lot more recent, but I understood what he had gone through. “Does it ever get any easier?” I asked him.

  “Dealing with the pain, yes it does. Some days I don’t even think about it.” He touched my hand. “Was it the first time you had been cheated on?”

  “Yes, we spent three years together. I shared the last year of my relationship with another woman.”

  “That must hurt a lot. Did he have many lovers?”

  “Just one that I know of.”

  “My girlfriend had many lovers. She fancied many men. I’m not the jealous type, but she seemed to go around with other men an awful lot.” He looked down and nodded his head in shame. “I should have known better, but I was being a total git. I was just madly in love with her.”

  I was curious about what a git was but didn’t want to interrupt his story. “Go on.”

  “She was wild and free. I should have seen it.” It was obvious that he was finished with his story. “Tell me about John?” He asked.

  “The man was a player from the start. I thought that I could tame him, but I couldn’t. He liked fancy clothes and loud music and hanging with his boys. He was one of those guys that pretended to be streetwise but wasn’t really. Do you know what I mean?” I rushed through the explanation my words stumbling over each other in a rush to release themselves from my tongue.

  “That’s quite a tale. I’m glad he was a fool because that means I can make your company today.”

  “I’m glad too.” I finally let the question escape. “What is a git?”

  “It’s another word for an idiot.”

  “Oh.” There was that awful sound again. I hated it. I felt like a ‘git’ whenever I said that.

  **

  We went back to his hotel after dinner. I could not wait to climb back into bed with him, but he wanted to have a night cap first. We drank the champagne and talked. “You drink champagne a lot.” I told him.

  “Only when I have something to celebrate.” He told me.

  I was incredibly happy at that moment. I was worth celebrating for him. I don’t know why I suddenly felt so giddy at that moment, but I couldn’t help but laugh about the situation. My lover looked at me confused. “Why are you laughing? Did I say something wrong?”

  “No, no. I’m just happy.” I told him.

  The concern cleared off of his face. “That’s wonderful news.”

  “I know,” I was still giggling.

  He leaned in and kissed me. “Want to try something new Mimi?”

  I felt an intense arousal flash the moment he said that. It was just the way he said it. The implication was prevalent through the entire sentence. “Sure.” I responded with a small voice.

  “Strip.” He commanded me. As I removed my clothes he sat back in the chair like a villain out of a movie and watched me. He had a slight disinterested look on his face. I was feeling a little nervous. “Turn.” He ordered me again. I turned around and felt a blindfold slip over my eyes. He secured it well.

  “You’re not going to kill me are you?” I asked, only half joking.

  “No, love. I won’t kill you. You just have to trust me.” He whispered into my ear as he led me into the room. This was really exciting.

  He led me to the edge of the bed and told me to sit down. It seemed like forever that I heard him rustling around the room. It sounded like he was searching for something. Each movement he made caused a flutter in my groin. It was incredibly erotic. After what seemed like hours waiting on the edge of the bed I was instructed to lie down. Gently my arms were drawn up in front of me. I felt fur wrap around both of my wrists. I felt the weight of what I believed were cuffs as they were fully wrapped around my wrists. I could hear the clink of the chain hitting the metal buckle. He pushed my hands up above my head and climbed off the bed. I don’t know what he was doing, but for a long while the room was silent.

  I couldn’t feel him on the bed, and I didn’t hear any shuffling around the room. From all I could tell he was just staring at me as laid on the bed, tied up and blindfolded. The anticipation was a huge turn on.

  Finally he touched me. It was a light fluttering touch that was on my stomach. I loved the slight tickling sensation that it gave me. “Tell me now, Maria, are you enjoying yourself?” He asked in a hissing whisper. I could feel the hot breath rushing past my ear and the touch of his chin graze my arm and shoulder.

  “Yes.”

  “Good, because I plan on keeping you at my mercy all night long.” I could hear him smiling at me.

  His voice made this situation much more erotic. It was amazing how much more dominating his accent made him. He sounded like an evil British man that had taken me hostage. It was crazy how hot this entire time was. I couldn’t help but moan a little. It was an amazing experience. He hadn’t even touched me, not really. A few light flutters or minor touches and the man already had me moaning. I had never done this before. I had never even thought that this would be so damn erotic. This man was irresistible.

  He didn’t say anything else. He started to touch me. His hands roamed over every bare inch of me. He cupped my breasts and began to suck on one of my nipples. I sucked in my breath as I felt the nibbling start. “Have you ever done anything like this before?” He asked me, pulling his mouth away from my chest for a moment.

  “No, never.” I couldn’t say anything without moaning and it just seemed to drive him on.

  He continued to explore my body, this time kissing and nibbling all over. My breasts, my thighs, my stomach, all of these were vulnerable to his assault. He was so calm about it, taking his time with each touch. Letting his fingers impression li
nger on my skin, he was teasing me. Hearing the sounds that I made just made him work harder pushing my buttons, he was driving me crazy and he knew it. I felt his touch, his mouth, his body move against mine. I couldn’t see a thing, but I could hear and feel so much.

  “On your knees.” The gentle words held the authority of an order. “Off the bed.” He led me by my arms and helped me kneel between his knees. He was sitting on the edge of the bed. I knew what he wanted but I hesitated. “Go on. You want it don’t you.” His deep accent charmed me once again and I reached up to find his shaft hovering in front of my face. I took him into my mouth and began to run my tongue around him. I could feel him growing harder in my mouth. I wanted to please him so I used every trick I knew. I nibbled on the head. I sucked on the shaft and loved every second of it.

  I didn’t know what was happening when he pulled me away from him. He positioned me onto the bed. I was on my elbows and knees. It felt so exciting. It was like I was trapped by a villain, a very sexy villain with a wonderful accent. I knelt there, on the bed. I waited for something to happen. It was quiet again. I didn’t think he was on the bed.

  Suddenly there was a sharp slap on my buttocks. I jumped. “Did you like that?” There was no profanity or vulgarity in the question. There wasn’t concern either. It just seemed kind of neutral. I shook my head yes, still slightly in shock from it. Another slap came, striking my butt hard enough to sting, but not hard enough to leave a mark. Something inside me jumped. I loved it. I loved every second of this. It was so new and exciting. It scared me a little too. I wasn’t sure what to do about it. I figured that I would just play this scene out and see how it goes.

  My lover spanked me several more times. It wasn’t sloppy or messy; it was neat and well planned. Each strike came as a surprise. I had never been spanked before, but I was enjoying it a lot. I didn’t know what was going to happen next, but every sense was on high alert.

  I could feel him move to behind me. I was open and available, waiting for him. I was literally dripping with excitement. I couldn’t wait for what was going to happen next. I felt him push against me, he slipped in so easily. He finally gave me what I wanted. He slipped in and out until we climaxed together. After all of the teasing and play, it didn’t take us long.