by Amarie Avant
“I would record this beautiful treasure, but you haven’t agreed to become my sub.”
I scoff.
He chuckles. Daniel grabs my left leg and positions it over his shoulder. Then the other leg, until I’m folded in half before him. He murmurs again how beautiful my ass would look with his handprint. A peach golden hue, he has no doubt about it.
“Fuck me, Daniel,” I argue, squeezing my walls around his cockhead.
“Keep it up. I actually love that.”
“Keep it up, Daniel. I actually love when you fuck me.” I repeat his words, my cocky grin almost matching his, emphasis on the ‘love.’ I tell him. When I reach around us to grab his ass, Daniel swats my hand away. I almost begin to beg when he reaches over the side of the bed. He opens the top drawer of the nightstand and something clanks against the edge. I gasp when he pulls out a pair of cuffs.
“Oh, hell no.”
“Yeah, well you never did purchase me a new tie, Des,” he jokes while catching one of my outstretched wrists. All the scuffling in the world won’t help me get away. The cool steel compresses against my wrist, with just enough slack for me to be comfortable.
Though I feel like I’m drowning in my own heat as I secretly enjoy this domination, I murmur, “What if you lose the key?”
“Then your sweet pussy will always be readily accessible,” he growls in my ear. Daniel slides his hand down to cup my ass cheek, squeezing hard, my legs planted over his shoulder. I purr, arching my back, dizzy with desire. His cock slides into my ocean leisurely, licking up juices in its wake. When Daniel pulls out, my body cries for him. He repeats the move, sweeping me away with his desire. In this position, I’m exposed, hot, and at his mercy while his cock traces the coating of my sweet, sticky sex along my clit and labia before dipping inside again.
“Mmmm,” I moan, eyelashes fluttering closed. The feel of him is so delicious, so thoughtful while roaming inside me and all over me. His cock traces my swollen lips and the thumb of his other hand hooks into my ass. I swivel my hips around in order to take his dick deep inside of my pussy while he fingers my anus. My groaning dies into a slow whimper as he keeps sending me to the brink.
“Let go for me,” Daniel soothes, his mouth latching onto mine. He forces his cockhead deep until it feels as though he’s inside my tummy.
I shake my head while licking my lips. “Not yet, not yet.” Damn, he can fuck me like this all night long.
“You’re so fucking stubborn,” he croons.
My slick walls clench around his dick in response, yet I retort, “You love that about me,” before I even realize the words I’ve said.
“I love everything about you, Desire.” He plunges deeper and deeper into my body at that. “I love you.”
I buck against his cock, becoming hotter, wetter, candy coating him with each stroke. Daniel massages one of my calves over his shoulder, positions himself, and my back arches to meet his thrusting. In this position, his balls tap against my asshole. Damn, I really love how his dick glides deep into my body and out again. With my legs draped over the broad, taut muscles of his shoulders, I twine my ankles around his neck. Can I hold him siege for a lifetime? He could live right here forever. The words will come easy then.
Daniel pushes his hand beneath my ass cheek this time. In my folded position, he has ultimate power, but he grabs my ass cheek and continues to work out these walls. Just as his erection is loving deep inside of my body, Daniel reaches down. His tongue drags titillating and slow across my lips before delving into my mouth for a taste.
My entire being is in a trance, hips tilting, beckoning him to break me off. Our eyes connect, and he is aware of the exact instant I’m going to come.
“Daniel,” I scream as my first orgasm shatters my body. I strain against the restraints, gasping and crying. Instead of coming with me, Daniel scoots down in a flash. He presses his lips against my puffy labia, licking and sucking up my sweets. I buck and push against his mouth, and he drinks me down to the very last drop.
I yank against the restraints, wanting to touch him, to hold him, but realize I’m in cuffs again.
“Fucking delicious.” He sighs, his bristly jaw prickling at the inside of my thighs. He sits up, and wipes his jellied mouth with the back of his hand.
“Baby, you didn’t come with me…” I pout, in love with how his come surges into my body.
Again, he reaches over to his nightstand, this time pulling out a set of what looks like pearls on a string. “Tonight, Des, your ass is mine.”
His warm breath tickles against my pussy before he takes one long, leisurely trail of his tongue from my clit down my slit, to perineum and then anus. His hot, satin tongue dips into my rectum.
“Mmm, that feels incredible,” I groan, melting against the pillows beneath me. With my hands still above my head, my breasts are on display, nipples fully erect. Daniel fucks my ass with his tongue, while massaging my ass cheeks. And in an instant the worry about the anal beads evaporates from my mind. I twerk my hips, allowing my ass to ride on his face. His nose nudges against my clit, sparking a sensation over my slick skin.
He removes his mouth and slowly inserts two fingers inside of me. Daniel’s gaze locks onto mine as he gets a sense of what I can take.
“All right, sweetheart, you are so fucking tight.” His voice is gentle while introducing a third finger to the party. “Now, I want you to turn over.”
I glance up at the cuffs, and gauge which way to twist so as not to bind my wrists further. I notice him opening a tube of lubricant as I climb to my knees.
Thoughtfully, he says, “You’re always so wet for me, but just in case.”
I lick my lips in anticipation. With the cool jelly on his fingers, Daniel fills me up with three fingers now. “You will enjoy this.”
My hands grip the sheets as he tells me that the anal beads will be next. Heart slamming against my chest, I wait.
“Be easy, Desire,” he murmurs, reaching over and kissing the small of my back. “You were marvelous before. Stop tensing. This truly is all for you.”
There’s not a second to decipher what’s transpiring, because the next sensation I feel is more than wonderful. My eyelids flutter backwards as Daniel begins to move the beads in and out of me slowly. He works it so that I feel every last drop of pleasure.
“Fuck, oh fuck.” An earth shattering scream soars through me as Daniel presses the beads further inside of me.
“You love it when I fuck you,” he groans, cock slipping inside of my pussy.
“Yessssss.” I claw frantically at the sheets, back arched to perfection. Daniel grips the back of my neck and drives his magnificent white cock deeper into my core. With the vibrations from the beads and Daniel’s unbelievable cock fucking me deeply, I come harder than I’ve ever had. I squirt all over his cock.
I sag into the sheets.
“Come lick me off, Des.” Daniel’s hard voice is heavy as he catches his breath.
I glance up and notice that the cuffs are no longer latched. He dangles the key in his hand, cocky grin on his face. With his broad, golden chest glistening with sweat, there is nothing I would rather do more than please him. I bite my lip, and hurry over to his thick, glossy rock hard dick. With a newfound respect for his glorious dick, I deep throat all the delicious sweets off of him. I lick and suck him until his thighs go rigid. He thrusts, driving his cock down my throat. And then I’m gulping down his rich, creamy jizz.
We lay in each other’s arms for a while, before Daniel cleanses my pussy with his tongue.
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“Somebody call the cops,” Lee shouts. “My fiancée was beautiful before, but now Juliet is out of this world gorgeous.”
I grin as he eyes her like a piece of cake. “All right you two, I'll take my props off the top before it gets too nasty in here.”
Juliet has this effervescent glow about her, donning a white dress that she told me while I was doing her hair she wore just to fuck with Daniel. “Let him see wedding bells are i
n the horizon,” she had said. I had argued with her about laughing and moving while flat ironing her hair, a feat that she rarely finished in the past. It was during the ritual of dressing that I learned the two of us have loads in common, the hatred of fixing our own hair being a biggie.
While he caresses her hair, “nice and sleek,” I think he mumbled that, I glance up the vast stairwell.
Daniel is dressed in his tux but hasn't yet clasped the bow when I come down. His cell phone is going off nonstop so I left him to it, finding Juliet fretting in her bathroom thirty minutes ago.
A few minutes later, all the hushed giggles and canoodling fades from my ears. Daniel stops at the top of the landing.
Daniel licks his lips, approving of me just as sure as my gaze slides up and down his debonair frame, approving of him. We both can’t stop looking at each other as he descends the stairs.
Gone are those rough whiskers that shower pleasure between my thighs. His chiseled jaw is clean shaven. A black wool tuxedo with satin lapels adorn his frame. He changed his black bow and handkerchief for gold ones.
The small splashes of color complement my champagne sheath dress.
“Damn, you look delectable enough to eat.” He pulls me in his arms. “Made for me.” His tone makes me heady with its flurry of lust and love.
Daniel’s mouth sinks onto mine in a kiss so deliciously soft that my mind frazzles enough to say the words right here, right now. I love you, Daniel…
But how perfect would it be, me saying the words in the presence of his sister and her fiancé—not for the first time.
On the way to the museum, Daniel’s thick, long fingers slide into mine.
“Tonight, I'll be spread thin. You're welcome to join me during the whole thing. I love having you around. I just recall when my grandfather interested me in these events, at first it was overwhelming.”
“Did your father ever attend?” I ask since Wentworth II is rarely the topic of discussion. And not many of the Rutledge documentaries highlighted his contributions to the family’s overall wealth, brand, or philanthropist ventures. Odessa didn't even mention his name while speaking of the past. Or did she say he was no good too?
“No. He was easily bored.” Daniel’s expression doesn't change. Not one of longing, contemplation, or much thought for his dad. “You're my good luck charm, Des. Like I said, I'd love to have you around the entire time. If you become tired, Juliet will be more than happy to—”
“Yes,” Juliet cuts in. “I’ll hold your hand, pet you. Same for you, Lee.”
“Jules.” Daniel’s tone is testy but I smile, aware of the type of character she can be.
“What? You're babying Desire. She isn’t a little girl, damn. He used to baby me too. Fuck that, Daniel still treats me like a child. But really, my bro is right about these things. These events are boring, and you know I have your back.”
A plush red carpet is situated along the entrance of the museum. Limousines are parallel to the curb, slithering forward. It's warm out and media cameras and crews’ lights flash through the darkness.
“Daniel, Daniel.” Sia, the celebrity interviewer from Entertainment News channel places a microphone in his face. “And Desire Taylor. The two of you look very well together,” she mentions. “Nicely color coordinated.”
“Are we?” I arch an eyebrow, glancing over at Daniel simulating astonishment. “Mr. Rutledge seems more coordinated with his hair than anything.”
She laughs at that. “Beautiful and a sense of humor. I see what you see in her, Daniel.”
“Well…” Daniel steps closer to me.
I speak quickly. “I'm his good luck charm. Only for the night, though,” I add, emphasis on the latter.
Daniel’s jaw tenses for a nanosecond, then he adds to the mystery with, “Unless you plan on attending the new Titan Jetways. Ms. Taylor will be right by my side then. Sexy. Funny. Intelligent.”
We move along.
“What was that? Why so vague?” Daniel growls under his breath.
“I don't like people in my business.”
His thick brows knead together, yet he doesn't speak anymore on the subject. I'm no fool. Allowing the world to find out who I'm dating prior to my parents would be tacky. The argument I had with Daniel about the magazine a while back was more so me angry at Azalea’s words. I still don't understand what she meant by him being allowed to fall in love with me but not I with him. Though it's too late for that, I'd like to tell my mother about my feelings. I’d rather she not find out through social media. My mother will hate Daniel… that's if she knows about his previous connection to my aunt Azalea.
This has to be one of the most beautiful museums I’ve ever attended, and with a childhood richly influenced by museums, that says a lot. As the night passes, I have learned about what Daniel was referring to about how trying these events can be. There’s an $80,000 price tag for each plate in the main gala, but I’ve snuck to some of the various exhibits. The main exhibition hall is blocked off with red rope and velvety red curtains where the new edition, dedicated to the Rutledges is waiting for unveiling.
But mostly, it's all smiles and quick wit. Add Juliet to the equation and there's comedic relief along the way.
Once the head curator steps toward the stage in the main conference room, Juliet, Lee and I are seated at a large round table along with other influential history buffs. Endless flutes of champagne are before us.
My feet started to hurt a while back, but man, just delving into Daniel’s company was remedy enough. Though he respected my wishes with Sia, there's no mistake in his claiming me. I haven't grown bored, just fatigued by having to stay on my toes while speaking to other guests. I've handed out all the Elite business cards I’d shoved in my tiny purse as an afterthought while dressing earlier.
I tune out the curator’s bragging about the museum’s affiliation with the Smithsonian while glancing around. Virtually every seat is warm. Then I hear Daniel’s voice. A smile pops on my face as I glance back to the stage.
“… Wow, Amelia Earhart! My grandfather would be ecstatic to know his exhibit is next to hers,” Daniel says, standing next to the curator. They shake hands. I blatantly gawk at my man, salivating and all. Every woman in here does too, solo or married.
“The pleasure all belongs to the board members and stakeholders at the museum,” the curator says. “We’ve striven to outline Titan Aerospace’s opulence from its inception as Dawson planes, with your great grandfather, Fredrick Rutledge as founder.”
“Yes, Fredrick set the foundation for prosperity…” Daniel gulps.
My head tilts somewhat. This is the first instance that I’ve viewed Daniel speaking to a large crowd. What is he thinking? For such a debonair man, I thought I had just noticed a nanosecond of uncertainty. Yet, his tone becomes engaging once more.
A blonde with hair so dry it's almost stiff as straw claims Juliet’s seat next to me. I hadn't even noticed Juliet and Lee disappear. They've done so throughout the night but only during the first few courses.
Though her black dress is loose fitting, she reeks of alcohol. The chunky glass in her hand must be more Jack than Coca-Cola. The way she sips at it makes me want to gouge out my ears. She smiles through yellow, cracked teeth.
“Hello, Desire.”
I bite the side of my lip for a moment. There appeared to be a slight encasing of animosity to her tone.
“My apologies, have we met?”
Daniel
“Yes, Fredrick set the foundation for prosperity…” My gaze tracks Rebecca and she's stalking toward Desire. It takes every ounce of me not to jump off the stage this instant.
What the fuck was I just discussing?
“I can recall my great grandfather, ornery yet wise, telling me about the Dust Bowl and how they lived on cornbread and beans. The Rutledges went from prime rib when the stock market crashed to cornbread and beans,” I repeat for emphasis which causes even more laughter, though my gaze is on the two women—one blood
and the other I love more than blood. I wow the crowd with an endearing, funny story. “My great, great grandfather had his money tied up in stocks. And Fredrick had his money tied up in one thing.” I hold up my index finger. I have hypnotized everyone around but Desire and Rebecca. “Fredrick had himself one dust cropper. He had a heart for flying, just like Wentworth I. Just like I do now. Fredrick did all the tough shit, excuse my French ladies. There are some beautiful women in here, but I want you all to understand the magnitude of where I come from.” I smile at an elderly woman who blushes deeply.
Wentworth I didn't care much for Dawson plane crops, hence the reason he became rich enough to move his family from Texas to Greenwich, Connecticut. But I don't mention this. I continue to offer the good shit about our family and only the bad shit which persuades folks to love us more. “Wentworth I and his love for planes expanded the business, and changed the name from Dawson to something with a bit more finesse, prestige, strength. Titan Airways. He marched for many causes to include widening the acceptance for female pilots. My father,” I lie, “came about during the expansion to Titan Jetways to include the entire umbrella corporation, and viola, the megabillion dollar corporation, Titan Aerospace.” My dad didn't do a damn thing, but we can't erase his ass from history. At least, that is how Wentworth I always framed it.
The president of the museum board stands at my side. He pats my back. “Give yourself some credit too, Daniel. Or shall I say, Wentworth III. Each predecessor has expanded and compounded upon Titan Aerospace. Without Fredrick, your grandfather, father, and yourself, the world wouldn't be so kind.”
I smile. “Perhaps not. Since I took the reins ten years ago, we’ve provided at least $150 million dollars annually in aviation scholarships, a very good percentage of which is strictly for female pilots. In fact, don't knock me if my numbers are incorrect, but we've donated at least another $90 million worth of Titan planes for various organizations to send food, fresh water, and medicine to third world countries.”