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Interracial Romance: Gay Romance: Bound By His Own Desires (MMM Endowed Black Men Bondage Threesome Romance) (A Billionaire's Freedom Book 3)

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by Dayna, Bethany


  With a lasting shudder, Dex raised his head and scooped me up into his arms. One hand grabbed bunches of my hair, while the other trailed down my back. His lips found mine again at the precise moment his fingertips teased the crease between my cheeks, and despite my pleading moans for him to move, move, hurry, right now, he stayed in place, seemingly content to let me writhe in pain. Or was it pleasure? The line had blurred so long ago, and all I wanted was for him to move and ease some unknowable pressure inside me.

  “Dex,” I said, uncaring of how unhinged I sounded. “Please, for the love of God, move. I can’t—oh!” I gasped as he grazed his thumb over my entrance. His slow, patient movements were agony, and when the hand in my hair clenched into a tight fist, white-hot pleasure zinged across every cell in my body.

  I was so attuned to every point of contact between Dex and me that I was certain if I tried hard enough, I could will our bodies to become one. My heartbeat was loud and lightning-fast in my ears, and it didn’t seem like it would ever slow back down. All the nerves in me felt like unguarded live wires—one touch and I’d combust into a raging inferno.

  Just when I thought he was going to leave us both dissatisfied and too turned on to move, Dex inched away from me and pushed back in; that infinitesimal movement sent my head into a tailspin. The next time he shifted away, I did too—once again we moved against each other at the same time, and my sigh of pleasure seemed to echo his.

  Without being prompted, Dex picked up the pace, sliding into me from a wider distance every time. His thrusts got sharper, more forceful and I dug my fingers into the earth beneath me to hold me in place. My heels pressed against his thighs, urging him, spurring him on, wordlessly asking him for more. Beads of sweat peppered his face and my chest, and when a tiny drop rolled from his chin onto mine, I licked it away without a second thought.

  His pale blue eyes were wide and frenzied, and a slight frown creased his brow as he panted, “Sierra, tiny problem.”

  “What is it?” I asked, each word being pushed out of me with the help of his thrusts.

  Licking away some of the sweat on my neck, he admitted, “No condoms.”

  That did not count as a problem. “So?” I demanded, moaning in that strange combination of pleasure-pain when he brushed against my clit on his way back inside me. “Just pull out and come on me.”

  Dex squeezed my butt hard and his eyes went comically large. “Are you sure?” he whispered, his movements turning jerky and uncoordinated.

  I murmured my agreement, squeezing my eyes shut against all the stimuli. He rocked his hips into mine, driving me into the earthy ground and sending me on a pleasure spiral so high, I hoped I’d never come down. I was so close, so close to reaching the top, all I needed was one good boost.

  Then Dex yanked on my hair and pushed the tip of his thumb past my tight entrance, and my entire world was stars and heat and fairy dust and bright, white light. My whole body clenched for a moment—fingers buried deep in the ground, feet planted against Dex’s muscular thighs, Dex lodged deep within me—and a tidal wave of bliss loosened me up so well that for a while, I felt boneless.

  Much, much later, I came down from my spectacular high, smiling and sated. Almost immediately, I saw Dex’s brow crease as he sucked his bottom lip between his teeth. His hand worked furiously along the length of his cock, and my heart rate—which had just started to go back to normal—spiked again when I saw how his sinewy fingers looked against the full, bursting thickness of his erection.

  With a groan that sounded both pained and pleased, he raised himself a little higher, and we both watched as thick ropes of white fluid shot out from him and onto my torso. I stared down at my body, taking in the very essence of him smeared across my skin; it felt like a brand, and though it was a very primitive feeling, I reveled in being branded by Dex.

  Obviously spent, Dex dropped his arms to his sides, gazing at his handiwork with a similar spark of pleasure gleaming in his eyes. I kept my eyes trained on his as I dipped two fingers into the liquid cooling on my belly, and slowly, so he couldn’t miss it, I licked my fingers clean.

  His eyes were wide with shock and something else, dark and raw, but his tone was nonchalant as he inquired, “So we’re obviously going out now, yeah?”

  “Obviously,” I replied, covering my fingers with the come on my breast this time.

  Dex watched me suck on my digits for a good minute before he pointed at something behind me and remarked, “That tree looks like a good place for round two, don’t you think?”

  I didn’t have to look back to see if he was right—I’d be up for round two anywhere, as long as it was with him.

  “Don’t forget though,” I reminded him, as he bent down to kiss me. “We still have to go back to the alley and finish what we started.”

  --THE END--

  Maid Service for my Husband and Me

  Chandler and Marline Stewart put out an ad searching for a maid. They needed someone to clean their house and watch their kids and do anything that they needed. They had gone through a few interviews until Joan walks through the door. She's a tall black woman with beautiful natural curls. She had an extensive resume and was very qualified. They hired her on the spot.

  Joan worked for them for a few short months before Chandler started propositioning her for other than what was on her job description. He wasn’t the only one that was advancing her though. Behind Chandler’s back Marline was also coming onto Joan. Marline was a bi-sexual woman that loved her husband but also loved the occasional woman on the side.

  Chandler allowed her to do this because it turned him on. Then one day they decided they were going to try and advance her together. Joan was attracted to both of them so she decided it wouldn’t be so bad. When she got hired though she had no idea this was going to happen, but she quite enjoyed coming to work after a while. Eventually they made her a live in maid so she would be closer. After a while though Joan grew tired of this and tried to get out but it was going to be harder than what she thought. She might be stuck in this life forever.

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  Chapter One

  I live life like any other person. I put my pants on one leg at a time. But, like everyone else I also struggle to pay my bills. Day to day I wonder what I’m going to do about my light bill until my check comes in. Even then I only make about a thousand dollars a month and it takes a little more than that to even make it in L.A. Living in California you are either the rich or the one who looks up to the rich while they look down on you with burning eyes.

  I work at a hotel in the middle of the city and it is by far the most strenuous job I have ever endured. I clean rooms that I leave beautiful. When I walk into the room, though, it’s a completely different story. I walked into a room one time and it looked like someone let pigs and other animals tear everything up. It was as if a tornado tore through the room. Needless to say those people did not get their deposit back.

  I went home that night and needed an ice bath. This is why I need a new job. I am a 25 year old maid and a high end hotel. I would never in my life be able to rent one of these rooms. Rock stars and presidents stay in these rooms. A rock star is probably the person who I cleaned up after that day. I laugh now but that day there wasn’t even a curve in my lip to smile about it.

  I grew up in San Francisco and every day I wish I could move back. But, what do I have there? My mother died when I was 20 years old and my father ran off when I was 2 years old. All my friends are all either married, have kids, or in jail. There is nothing for me in San Fran. I loved it there it is and always be my home. I moved here to L.A. when I was about 19. I wanted a new life and I thought L.A. could give it to me. Instead I’m just a simple cleaning lady cleaning up after rock stars.

  It was time for a change so I went down to the tech agency that helped me get this job and they looked on the computer for some jobs. They found a few jobs, other hotels that desperately needed cleaning ladies. I loved cleaning, I clean to de stress. My house is sp
otless because when I get home from cleaning up after other people I’m so stressed out. I clean my house and I drink a glass of wine and go to bed.

  “Well, Mrs. Henry, I’ve found a few jobs for you. Considering you want to stay in the same field you are in?” Jane asked. She was the same woman that helped me get this job.

  “Yes, I want to stay in the cleaning business. I enjoy my job, I just need something new.” Joan said.

  “Ok, well Hampton Inn has an opening. Or, actually, if you are looking for something else there is this couple that just put out an ad today. Would you like their phone number?” Jane asked grabbing some paper and a pen.

  “Sure.” Joan said. Jane handed me the paper and we said our goodbyes. I went home and sat my bag on my dining room table. Sitting down to defrag I let out a sigh. Maybe this will be my big break. Chandler and Marline Stewart sound like nice names. I’ll call them in the morning.

  I lay down and went straight to sleep. In the morning when I woke up it was raining. Perfect. Now I have to slosh around in the parking lot to get to the hotel and be wet all day. This was going to be more of a hassle day than any other. But, I have to do it. It’s my job.

  When I got to work I pour some coffee into a mug that I keep in the break room. Reaching in my pocket I find the paper that Jane gave me. I’m going to call them on my break. I had 6 rooms to clean as soon as I got there. So I started with the first one. It wasn’t all bad all I really had to do was make the beds and vacuum. I was done within 30 minutes. On to the next room and it was a bit messier. I had to sweep and mop the bathroom and make the beds and vacuum again.

  I was hoping this was all I had to do in the next 4 rooms. Guess again. I get to the 5th room and it is a wreck. One of the beds was broken and there was trash everywhere. There were beer bottles and liquor bottles just thrown off to the side. What the hell were these people doing? Having a party is ok, but it looked like they were having one wild party. I picked up all the beer bottles and I look behind the trash can and I find a used condom. Oh, great. I go grab some gloves and throw it away.

  That was it, I was done. Done I say. I went and cleaned my 6th room and then I was allowed to take a break. I went out to the smoking area and lit up a Marlboro Black Menthol. I know I shouldn’t be smoking these things, but it helps me get through the day. Especially working here. I pull out my phone and dial Chandler and Marlines phone number.

  “Hello. Chandler here.” Chandler Stewart answered his phone pretty quickly. He had a deep voice and sounded very businesslike.

  “Yes, hello. My name is Joan. I was referred to your ad. Do you still need a maid?” I asked.

  “We have a few girls coming later today. My wife gets off around 5. Would you like to be here around 6?” Chandler asked.

  “That would be great. I get off myself around that time so I’ll come right over.” I said. I was excited. I may not have the job yet but I have a chance to get it. This was great; I have my way out possibly.

  “Ok, great see you then. What was your name again?” Chandler asked.

  “Joan. Joan Henry.” I said.

  “Ok, Joan see you around 6.” Chandler said.

  “Ok, thank you.” We hung up and I took the last puff of my cigarette and had to get back in and clean a few more rooms.

  When I looked at the clock it was 5 o’clock. I was getting off in about 30 minutes. I had cleaned 12 rooms today and I was exhausted but I was going to that interview and I pray that I get the job. I walk down to my car, it had stopped raining, but there were a few puddles near my car. I drove a Mazda. An old Mazda at that. But she was my baby and I loved her.

  I lived right down the road from my job so I went and changed my clothes and fixed my makeup. The makeup I wear to work may not be suitable to wear to an interview. Quickly I ran back down to my car and got my GPS out. I put the address in and I was on my way to possibly a life changing interview.

  I pull up and the house is huge. It was a mansion and I prayed I had the pleasure of cleaning it. There were French doors and windows alongside of the house. The massive doors with windows leading into the beautiful home were closed and I walk up and there was a welcome mat with a vineyard on it. It made me smirk.

  I knock on the door and a tall handsome man answers the door. He was wearing a relaxed pair of jeans with a button up shirt on. He was very good looking, dark hair and dark eyes. He looked down at me and smiled. I assumed he was Chandler. A shorter woman comes up behind him and she was breath taking. Long curly blond hair, green eyes and she wore a long maxi dress. They both had very nice smiles.

  “Hello Joan?” Chandler asked.

  “Yes. Hello.” He shook my hand and the Marline followed.

  “Please come in. Would you like something to drink? Glass of wine?” Marline asked. I walk in and follow them to the sitting room. I sit down on an Italian styled couch.

  “Sure.” I say.

  “Red wine ok?” Marline asked.

  “Sure. I’m not picky.” I say. I don’t really like red wine but I kind of want to impress them.

  “Ok while my wife gets that I want to ask you a couple of questions. I have interviewed a few girls today and you are our last one. We are very privet people, but our jobs have just become so busy that we don’t have much time to clean our house, and our babysitter for little Macy quit on us yesterday.” Chandler started to explain a few things when Marline walks back in and sets the wine in front of me. I take a sip and nod.

  “My wife is a lawyer and I am a doctor. So don’t ever worry about if you’ll get paid. Also if we hire you we will pay you $600 a week.” My heart jumped. I have never even seen that much money in a week. “Now with all that being said your job description isn’t only to clean our giant home, but you will be watching Macy, going on errands when we can’t make it and using your car for everything we need you to do. Does that sound reasonable?” Chandler asked.

  “Oh, that sounds more than reasonable.” I say and I smile too big.

  “Well, I figure that if you are going to be driving your own car and you are going to be doing a lot more than cleaning, we should pay you decent.” Chandler said.

  “Yes, of course.” I say.

  “Ok, why don’t you tell us a little about yourself?” Marline said.

  “Well, Mr. and Mrs. Stewart, I was born in San Francisco and grew up there. I graduated with honors from my high school. I’m 25. I lost my mother when I was 20 years old and I moved here after I graduated from high school. I live alone in town. I have worked in 5 different hotels in the past 6 years.” I said. I didn’t really know what to tell them so I kind of trailed off and let them take back over. I took a sip of wine and looked them both in the eye.

  “How are you with children?” Marline asked. “Macy is 7 and is full of energy.” She added.

  “I love kids. When I lived in San Fran I babysat my cousins, ages 4 to 12. I know about energy.” I laughed and they laughed with me.

  “Ok, are you always on time or are there times when you are late?” Chandler asked.

  “I am very punctual. I have never been late to work and I always make sure that if I am going to be late that I call at least 30 minutes prior to my clock in time.” I said. They didn’t ask about what I would do if I was going to be late but in my experience volunteering important information helped me get the 5 hotel jobs.

  “Great.” Chandler said and looked at his wife. “I know that this is very unorthodox but I want to try you out. Can you start tomorrow?” Chandler asked.

  “Yes, I can start immediately.” I said smiling too big again.

  “My wife and I think that you may be a perfect match for the job. Darling why don’t you go get Macy. See how she reacts around her.” Chandler said smiling at me. Marline left the room and came back with a beautiful little girl. Long brown hair and big bright hazel eyes.

  “Marcy baby this is Joan. She is going to be our new maid. Go say hi.” Marline said.

  “Hello Macy. How are you?” I asked kneeling dow
n in front of her. “We are going to have so much fun.” I said smiling. Macy looked at me perplexed. “I know we don’t know each other right now, but I promise you that we are going to be great friends.” I said. I was trying to get her to smile but it was working. She just looked at me like who is this woman in my house?

  “Macy darling you have to agree with us before anything happens.” Candler said.

  “She’s nice.” Macy said. She looked at me and smiled. She stepped forward and hugged me. This was something new and unexpected. She stepped back and looked at her parents. They looked at me and nodded in approval.

  “Well, we will see you tomorrow at 8 am?” Marline asked.

  “Sure. I’ll be here at 7:45.” I said.

  “Sounds great; see you then.” Marline said. I shook both of their hands and left.

  Chapter Two

  Today was my day off at the hotel so I was able to go to my new job today. I was so excited when I got home I could barely sleep. I woke up at 6am and took a shower. My breakfast was a granola bar and orange juice and I took my vitamins and I slipped on my shoes and I was out the door. Pulling up to their house Marline was standing outside waiting for me. I arrived at 7:45 right when I said I would.

  “Good morning Joan.” Marline greeted me with a warm smile.

  “I am taking Macy to school and I have to get to work so my husband will be giving you the run down as soon as you walk in. I hope you are ready. I will be home about 5 today, and I will relieve you.” Marline said.

  “Ok, hi Macy. Have a good day at school.” I said and waived at her. She smiled and got into the car. I walk in to their house and Chandler has a notebook waiting for me.

  “Good morning Joan, I hope you slept well.” Chandler said smiling.

  “Pretty well. How are you this morning Mr. Stewart?” I asked smiling back.

 

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