by Yvette Hines
Hearing the other woman’s kind admonishment, Gabriella understood that this wasn’t the place she needed to be tonight. Sure wasn’t even sure any longer when she needed to come again. However, she’d leave that mental conversation for another day. “Thank you, Master Pam.”
“Bring it in, China Doll.” The Domme pulled her into a tight hug.
Gabriella relaxed for a moment, appreciating the sweet herbal scent that was always around the woman, and her warm, kind embrace.
“Okay, now let me get back to Marigold.” Releasing her, the woman rose from the couch. “That sub of mine has been looking forward to a little electro play all week.”
Standing up, beside her, Gabriella smiled. “I know you’re the one to do it right, Ma’am.”
“Hell, yea, I am.” With a kiss to Gabriella’s cheek and a big smile, the FemDom strutted away to a medium height Asian girl who was kneeling nude by the violet wand station.
Taking a deep breath and ready to leave, Gabriella turned away and went to the ladies changing room. Instead of putting back on her jeans, sweater and boots, she opted to pull her long wool coat over her outfit. Grabbing her bag out of the locker, she headed out.
Her emotions were all over the place, she felt raw and open after the conversation with the other woman. Being at Strong Blends with so much palpable honest submission wasn’t helping.
At the back door, she spotted the mistletoe dangling from the ceiling. Then her memory flooded back to the man she’d kissed; the one that helped her to free herself from Reel. He was why she’d come here.
An idiotic decision for several reasons, mainly because the man had said he wasn’t in the lifestyle. So, why she’d even had a sliver of hope he’d be here didn’t make sense.
She needed to get away. She’d come here tonight wanting to lose herself in the shadows, but she knew no solace would be found here for her. Not tonight.
~YH~
Brad kept trying to convince himself to go back to his hotel. He’d been sitting outside in his car, in the back parking lot of Strong Blends for thirty minutes. Several people in groups and couples had gone inside, dressed in black and other dark colors. Some festively adorned as others had been the night he’d come with the trio.
He should have taken Brian up on his offer of finding a local jazz club and seeing if they could link up with some available woman. He’d told his brother he was tired, hadn’t been sleeping well and wanted an early night. The sleeping part was true, because his mind had been flooded with dreams of the woman.
However, it was the first time he’d lied outright to his twin.
As soon as Brian’s door had closed down the hall, he’d gone to the fire exit and taken the stairs back to the lobby and went directly to the parking garage. He could blame his current position outside the dungeon on his sister. Alesha making him talk about the night he met China Doll, but he knew that wasn’t true. No one else was responsible for where he sat, but himself. He needed to see her.
Yes, he wanted to know if she was okay but there was something else. Something about the petite black woman with big, soulful, amber eyes and lips thick and wide that stretched into the most captivating smile. What that something was he didn’t know.
Realizing he’d probably made a wasted trip all the way to the outskirts of town, he grabbed at his key still in the ignition prepared to start it back up.
The back door opened and as if walking from his dream China Doll stepped out.
With the same force of running into a brick wall, his heart beat hard and slammed into the back of his sternum at the sight of her. Getting out of his car, he called to her.
“China Doll.”
Four cars away, she appeared not to have heard him then he saw her stop. She slowly turned and stared at him.
Space and time had no relevance as their gazes locked. She blinked a few times, as if clearing her vision but continued to look at him, unmoving.
She stood beneath one of the parking shoebox lights; it seemed to illuminate her like a golden beam from heaven.
Tonight her hair was in classic waves down to her shoulders, her bang was cut in the middle of her forehead and revealed eyebrows arched and blackened. One side of her hair was held away from her face with an emerald green flower. However even from this distance it was her lips that drew his gaze. The bold, vibrant red paint that showcased her thick, cupid bow shaped mouth made him remember that kiss.
“I was hoping to see you here,” he confessed.
“Why?” Her breath became winter smoke in the air, floating up and dissipating.
Not moving, he remained by his car, allowing her to come to him.
Setting the bag from her shoulder on the roof of the car, she rounded the hood then continued to walk with purposeful strides to him.
“To make sure you were okay.” He watched her closing the distance between them.
She didn’t stop until she was a foot away from him. “Do I look okay?” Her voice was low, seductive.
Maybe, I just wanted it to be.
He realized he was breathing hard, his blood was pumping in his veins like he’d just run a race. He could see the cloud of both of their breaths mingling between them.
Traveling his gaze over her features and down her coat clad form, he said, “I think you look beautiful. Like a blazing fire in a winter storm.”
Shit, when did I become a poet?
Leaning toward him, she whispered, “Kiss me.”
Not hesitating. Not reasoning. Brad wrapped his arms around the small framed woman before him and pulled her to him. When her body pressed against his own he set his lips on hers. The two other times they’d kissed, she’d been the one to initiate it. He didn’t realize until he tasted those sweet lips that he desired the feel of her mouth submitting beneath his own.
Raising his hand, he buried it deep into her hair and held her in place for his kiss. He showed her his skill, his control. He mastered her mouth. Oblivious to anyone else around them, he didn’t care if the parking lot was empty or not. He just wanted this woman in his arms.
Guiding his tongue inside, he commanded her mouth. Only giving to her and making her the taker. A spiced orange is how she tasted.
She wasn’t a bystander, her tongue swirled and stroked his own, but he didn’t allow her to direct the kiss. Keeping himself inside of her until he drew her tongue into his mouth, pulling it between his lips and sucking it, then returning both theirs to her. Brad made her take what he had to give.
Other woman he had dated would have pulled away, possibly telling him he was being too aggressive, but not China Doll. He felt her hands clutching the sleeves of his jacket. Experienced the sound and feel of each moan that quivered up from her throat.
Lowering his other hand, from her waist he cupped her ass, feeling the round, plump flesh beneath her coat. Lifting her slightly, he aligned their bodies so that her hips pressed against the aroused area of his that desired her the most.
Grinding her hips, she bumped against his cock.
A growl broke from his throat. He didn’t know how this woman could take him to such an ardent state of need so quick.
When their lips parted, his breathing was harsh and fast. Hers was just as rough.
“I want you, now.” Her nails dug deep, scrapping the material of his coat. Her voice was filled with such need, urgency.
He searched her eyes, now dark with passion and tried to find the secrets to this woman in his arms; what made her click.
“I’ve long since passed the age of having sex in a car.” He squeezed the ass cheek still in his hand.
“Then take me to your place.”
His mind told him to question her. Find out why she was so eager to have sex with him. However, his body hijacked his thoughts and showed him images of him and China Doll naked and entwined on white sheets.
“I’m here visiting my sister, is my hotel all right?”
“Even better.” She pulled back, but didn’t put much space between th
em because he had a firm hold on her.
If it was possible for her eyes to darken more, even as they lit up, hers did. Flummoxed by the complexity of her gaze, he stared down at her, trying to comprehend this complicated woman.
She gave him a salacious smile, shattering his investigative thoughts.
“I think you have to release me or have you changed your mind where you want to do this?”
“Haven’t changed my mind, I want you in my bed, tonight.” Slacking his hold, he allowed her to slide down his body. When he was sure she was standing firm on the ground, he let her go.
Taking one step then another away from him, she said, “I’ll see you there.”
In a blink, she was back at the vehicle beside the light and snatched her bag from the top. Once he was sure she was in safely, he got into his car and started it up.
When he pulled out of the parking lot with her headlights shining behind him, he turned the radio up in the car. He wasn’t going to analyze the whats and whys going around in his mind. Later he would ask questions of himself and her, but right now he just wanted to lose himself in her body.
As base as that may seem, going by the single erotic leading of his body, he was going to do it. He hasn’t been a foreigner to one night stands since his college day. If he didn’t look at it that way, then he would have to examine his own motives and the impact of seeing her kneeling before him the other night had truly had on him. Like why when he was at Leathered Dragonz seeing the different custom-made instruments of pain/pleasure he thought about seeing China Doll cuffed like the people in the dungeon he was pulling away from.
Damn it. Shit. Fuck. He pressed the button on the steering wheel that controlled the volume of the radio up and accelerated.
chapter six
He was happy to see China Doll’s car keeping up with him. He reduced his speed before the exit to the hotel, not wanting to place her in harms way by his own emotional recklessness.
Ten minutes later, she pulled alongside his car at the hotel. He quickly, got out and went to her door. When she opened it, he offered her his hand.
Wordless, she slipped her smaller hand in his. Trust.
That small act rocked him back on his heels more than even her kiss had done.
Inside the hotel, he took the service elevator up to his floor. Just like when he left he was attempting to stay away from running into Brian. At this moment, there would be too many questions asked. Also, he didn’t want anything that would break the tenuous thread of connection he had with China Doll.
At his room, he pulled his key card from his pocket and swiped the lock gaining entrance for them inside.
When the door slammed shut, he pressed her back against the wall. Holding her face between his hands, he gazed into her beautiful eyes. “Tell me if you still don’t want this. Last chance.”
Turning her mouth into his hand she sucked one of his thumbs into her mouth. Sucking the digit into the warm recesses between lips and circled it with her silken tongue.
“Damn.” Each draw of her mouth, shot heat down his body into his cock as if she pulled on it.
Moving away slowly, she said, “I want you.”
His mouth took position of hers, as his hands worked the buttons of her coat. When it fell away, he stepped back to get a look at her; reacquaint himself with her body.
She stood there looking like a 1940’s pin-up girl. Tonight she was dressed in some kind of vintage green mini corset dress with black satin ribbons and lace around the edges; a matching color to the flower in her hair. The sheer black stockings and red and green floral print heels made his palms itch with thoughts of sliding his hands up her legs.
“You look like a fantasy come true, but I have no experience in how to get you out of it,” he confessed.
“I can help you with that while you get out of your jacket.”
Brad shucked his out garment and allowed it to drop to their feet.
Smiling, she reached up and grabbed the material by her breast that had the plump flesh pushed up high. With ease she twisted and pulled. In seconds the top popped open from hidden hooks. Next thing he knew the whole outfit was fluttering to the floor and she stood before him in retro black panties, a contrast to the bright color of her lipstick and heels.
Her bare breasts, sat up high and proud with sable colored nipples, darker than her sienna skin tone. Her nipples were drawn tight, taunting his mouth for a taste. Not willing to deny himself, he lowered his head and pulled the tight peak into his mouth.
The taste of her sweet skin, was better than any desert. Her licked across her skin, swirling the tip of his tongue around her nipple. She cried out, arched her back and held his head, keeping his mouth pressed against her.
He loved it; loved the sound of her pleasure. As he pulled away he grazed the pebbled skin with his teeth and felt her shiver.
“Delicious, I can’t wait to taste more of you.” He licked the other nipple before he stepped back.
“May I undress you, Si—”
He heard the small slip. She’d almost called him sir. He’d also seen the cloud of uncertainty dim the glow of passion in her eyes. Not wanting anything to interfere with what was happening between them; he answered her, “If you want to.”
“It would please me very much.” The full light returned to her eyes, and her feature relaxed, gratitude.
Taking his hand, she led him over to the bed. He was able to see the seam of her stocking that traveled up the back of her legs. Very sexy.
She paused at the side of the bed. He kept his hands at the side of his body as she unbuttoned his shirt. Pulling it from his pants and shoving it over his shoulder and down his arms. His t-shirt was next, up and over his head it soon fell to the floor.
“You are big and extremely handsome.” Leaning forward, she licked the center of his chest and continued a titillating trail to one of his pecs. There she drew his nipple into her mouth.
Sucking in a breath, he stared down at the sensual sight of her mouth on him. Moving to the other one, she performed the same act.
His cock was now rock hard and they had barely gotten started.
Her hands went to his belt and released it, then his zipper was down and his pants open. All while she never stopped laving her hot tongue over his chest. When her hand slipped into his pants and slid along his dick, he pulled her mouth to his.
Kissing her, he feasted on her mouth as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his shaft and pumped his length. Fisting her hair, he matched the rhythm of her hand as he thrust into her grip and plunged in and out of her mouth with his tongue.
As she moaned and her body quivered against him, he reveled in how responsive she was and he only loved her mouth.
Ending the kiss, he moved her back some as he took hold of her panties and pulled them down her legs. Sitting on the bed before her, he could not only smell her arousal he could see her wetness coating her smooth bare sex. It thrilled him to know that she was just as turned on as he was.
He lifted his eyes from her sex and met amber ones. “Very pretty.” He hoped she understood that he wasn’t only talking about her sex, but the whole woman. “Come here.” He beckoned her closer to him, helping her situate herself so that she stood wide legged over his knees. Her thighs spread apart.
Gazing up at her, he lightly caressed her pussy, separating her swollen labia and feeling her cream coat his finger. He enjoyed the fact she didn’t look away from his gaze, even as her eyes glazed over and her breathing increased the bolder his touch became.
Her body was trembled in his hands, her juices flowed more, covering him and her. Her clit was now stiff, protruding out so much he could gasp it with his thumb and finger. He squeezed the small nub, gave it one tug, and she whimpered.
Liking that reaction, he tugged it two more times in succession and her knees gave a little as she cried out. Her eyes were now tight slits, but still she kept eye contact. Her hands dangled at her side, fisted but she hadn’t touched him.
Something inside of him told him she waited for a sign from him.
Unsure, he said, “You may want to hold on sweetie, this is about to get real good for you.”
Smiling, she placed her hands on his shoulders, her fingers flexing and securing her hold.
Moving forward, he took one of her nipples that had been bobbing before his face, into his mouth and sucked on it firmly. With his hand, he pressed two fingers into her sex in time with the pulling of his mouth.
When he felt the quaking of her body increase and her cries building to a crescendo he added his thumb to the foray and circled her clit.
Her body bucked as she came hard, her nails digging into him as she screamed. He felt her walls contract around his fingers still thrusting inside of her, carrying her through the pleasure.
Her body sagged some as she took in loud gulps of air, her legs shaking.
The desire to fill her body with his cock was making him insane. Shifting to the side, he opened the nightstand drawer beside them and pulled out a condom. Gripping the edge of the packet between his teeth he opening it then got ready to put it on.
“No, let me.” She moved back, held her hand palm up.
Handing it to her, he shoved his pants to his knees and waited.
She dropped to the floor before him and gazed upon his length. Reaching out, she then caressed it from base to crown.
It was time for him to quiver at her touch.
“It’s very pretty,” she jested, using his words back at him.
He laughed and flexed his cock. “I do believe he likes hearing that.”
She cupped his balls and fondled them as those beautiful, perfect lips stretched wide into a smile.
He gritted his teeth to keep from calling out at the wonderful feeling of her touch.