by Xyla Turner
He seemed to sincerely want to know.
“Because this all ends the same way,” I face him directly and continue, “we do the do, you move on, I move on and I am no closer to my goal than before I met you. Why go through that drama?”
I left out the part, where I already get my needs met. He seems to assess me or mull over my words, “So, what do you want?”
“I want a future,” I somberly reply.
He continues his visual assessment, while I eat the lobster out of the shrimp.
“How many brothers and sisters do you have?”
“You should already know that since you know everything else about me.”
He said, “Well, tell me about your brother and sister.”
There was no harm in talking about my family, so I told him about my parents, sibling, and nieces and nephews. The conversation moved towards how I came to New York, so I gave him the GRIT story. Xavier attempted to broach the topic of my past relationships, but I brushed over them without many details. Realizing, I was the one doing all the talking, I asked him the same questions he inquired of me. He shared about his mom and dad, who were still alive, their move to Albany, New York after living in Brooklyn all their lives. He talked about him and Matthew, his brother, who helped him start the business and how it grew beyond what he imagined.
It seems Mr. Xavier was an open book. Talking about his college years, graduate school, and even the price this business has cost him in regards to his personal life. I understood that, completely. He went on to say how he was so focused on growing the business, he didn’t have time for meaningful relationships, which led to hookups and weekend flings. Well, I could not relate to that specifically, but I understood the point. His entire face brightened when he told me about his niece, Mara, who apparently was his world. Spoiling her unconditionally because she absolutely loved her Uncle X. Matthew’s ex, Mara’s mom was apparently a bitch, who made his brother miserable. They have fought several times for sole custody, but the case remains in court.
Then, it hit me - we were having a civilized conversation and I realize that I might actually like this man, when he was not being so bossy and crass. I caught myself smiling and then I felt something touch my thigh, instantly causing the blood to rush to the southern region of my body.
He smiled, “I see that we connect Xena.”
What?
This whole conversation was a ploy to prove we connect?
Duplicitous bastard.
“Actually, I think we did until you broke your promise and touched me,” I retorted.
He started to rub up and down my thigh, “So, you want me to stop?”
He reached the upper inside of my thigh, near my heated center, causing my legs to clamp together. Using his two fingers, he easily spread them for him to do his magic.
“Uh,” was all I could manage.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Lifting my right leg, so it draped over his left leg. He physically moved me over so I was plastered to him, while he rubbed up and down the inner part of my thigh, until he reached my soaked underwear. My squirming increased, when he touched the elastic on the inside of my panties that covered my lips, causing my left leg to open wider for him.
“Baby, you are so wet for me. You always ignite under my touch,” he whispered in my ear.
Moving my panties to the side, he started to rub my clit, causing me to moan. He put his right hand to my mouth and whispered, “Shh, baby. You don’t want to whole restaurant to see that I’m having my way with you.”
I moan again. He nipped my ear, silently commanding me to be quiet. I grab my fork, in an attempt to eat some salad, but froze with the fork in mid-air holding lettuce and a baby tomato in the prongs. Moving his finger from my clit to my opening, I almost moaned out loud. The ache was back and this time, he was relieving the pressure in a damn restaurant. Goose bumps were all along my arms, even though the right side of my body was pressed against his warm, hard chest.
Oh my.
Was he seriously doing this in the restaurant?
Yes, this crazy man was. The worst part about this entire charade was that I was openly enjoying it and not doing a damn thing to stop it. Dammit, it felt good. He dipped one finger in my wet abyss and moaned. Then he put another finger near the opening, pulling his hand out of my panties, so he could hold his wet fingers in front of my face. The crazy ass man spread his two fingers apart, as we both stared at the wet strings clung to each finger with my juices sliding down his palm. With me watching, he put both fingers in his mouth and moaned. I was astonished, and yet, I knew the seat under me had to be wet. Clearing my throat, I excused myself to the ladies room.
When I returned to the table, I saw the waitress bringing our food back, but in bags. I guess dinner was over. Whew. That erotic display was enough entertainment for the year. Scandal had nothing on this. Xavier looked at me with mischief in his eyes, when he said, “now, for dessert.”
Oh no. I had to put a stop to this. Grabbing my food from the waitress, I looked back to see he was putting on his suit jacket and finalizing the bill. Taking the opportunity, I nabbed the waitress and asked her to hold him up because we had a bet who would make it home first, so if she could intervene, I would greatly appreciate the favor. She smiled at me and said, “With pleasure.”
The next thing I heard was, “I actually do like ménage à trois,” this coming from the waitress. I laugh out loud, quickly walking away, well, sauntering away to find my car. I drove home at 50 miles per hour. Forget New York’s 25 mile per hour rule, time was of the essence. I expected him to call and command that I come back and threaten to spank me. He did none of those things, which made me think I might be in more trouble than I thought.
6 diamond
I arrived home so I could quickly get out of that dress and those heels. After placing my food in the refrigerator, I changed into my night clothes. Kevin had just been over yesterday, twice, so I did not want to be greedy. He did more than enough last night, plus I had to get ready to serve dinner at the community center tomorrow. This meant I would be on my feet all day. I also had a feeling I would not be getting a lot of sleep tonight because Xavier literally touched me, but in a way that the ache between my legs intensified. My goodness, why do I let that man do these things to me - and in public - no less? I turned my phone and the sound to my iPad off, so I would not be interrupted.
The doorbell rang.
Maybe that was Kevin, but he would never come to my apartment unannounced. I live in one of those old Brooklyn apartment buildings that have wood floors that creak, so I tip toe closer to the walls, in an attempt they did not creak too loudly. There was another knock.
“Xena, I know you are there, open up darling.”
Oh Lord.
This man is totally nuts. Xavier actually came to my apartment. I stared at the door as if it were going to bite me. He knocked again and said, “You forgot something.”
I look out the peep hole to see my glass award. He was holding it up, so I could not see his face.
Dammit.
I unlocked the door, went to grab it, but he quickly moved it back from my reach, opened my door more and walked in.
“I didn’t invite you in. What are you doing?” I asked.
“Inviting myself in since you like to be rude,” then he turned to face me, closed the door and continued, “and evasive.”
He did not look pleased. Walking pass me, he entered my tiny studio apartment and looked it over with a raised eyebrow. Moving towards the bookcase, he put the award on the second shelf, turned to me and asked, “Why are you in this tiny apartment and in this neighborhood?”
I raised my eyebrow back to him, “Because it suits me.”
He shook his head and said, “The crime rate around here is astronomical, you are single, a woman and you drive a Mercedes. It’s like you are asking for trouble. I don’t care how many drug dealers you know, this is not good and you need to move.”
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sp; “Excuse me, but this is where my students live.” I snapped.
“Your students don’t live around here, honey.” he snapped back.
He was pissed. I could tell he was using some restraint by his tone and the emphasis on the word ‘honey’.
“Your students live in East New York, which is equally as bad, so don’t feed me that bullshit. This isn’t your noble duty, this is a safety hazard,” he said irately.
“That is none of your business,” I responded and put my chin up.
Big mistake.
He closed the distance from where he stood in the middle of the studio to me, still near the door, grabbed me by my upper arms, turned me into the wall and started to kiss me hard. So hard at first, I could not even kiss him back. What a change of events, here we were in my apartment arguing over my living arrangements and now I am pinned against the wall while his hard body was holding me hostage. He backed up a bit, looked at me with hooded eyes then descended to my lips again, but this time not so hard. Letting my arms go, Xavier gripped my ass while moving his other hand to my thigh. My body felt light as he lifted me off the ground, so my legs automatically wrapped around his waist.
Oh my.
I start to kiss him back, letting him know he could devour me with his tongue. I slightly nip his bottom lip, causing him to moan and grind against me harder. I felt his huge erection through those tailored pants. My, had God gifted this man. He was definitely well endowed. My body was hot and sensitive to his every touch. His scent was intoxicating, causing me to leave caution to the wind. He was grabbing and squeezing my ass with his one hand, while pushing his chiseled body into me. My hands went to tear his suit jacket off, but he pulled away when I tried to unbutton it. He let one of my legs drop to the floor, as he took a long look over my whole body.
I felt naked.
Well, I was practically naked because all I had on was a short robe that covered the essentials. No bra, no panties, just the robe that was loosely hanging off of me from the make-out session. I started to pull my robe together, but he commanded, “Stop.”
I put my hands down to my side, while he untied the robe. He removed it from around my shoulders and let it hit the floor. His face was hard, eyes hooded, and his mouth slightly open as he took in my features. Taking my hand, he led me towards the inside of the room. Then he turned me around, so my back was against his chest and he commanded, “Bend over the bed like a good girl and await your punishment.”
Excitement coursed through me. My bed was high, so I could bend over without kneeling. I did not hesitate because if that man came all the way over here to spank my ass, then he could do just that. I would definitely sleep like a baby tonight. Sore ass and all. Bending over, I spread my legs. The crazy part about this situation, was that I had no fear at all. I felt like he would take care of me, not harm me and that I was in good hands. I should have freaked out completely, but there was absolutely no fear.
He purred, “That’s my good girl. You like this don’t you?”
“Yeesss.”
“Hmm, that’s what I like to hear, baby” he rubbed both my ass cheeks with his hand.
“You’ll get 5 for the waitress stunt, 5 for leaving me at the Gala, and 5 more for leaving me at the restaurant.”
He kept rubbing my ass cheeks as I was getting more soaked; my anticipation was at the highest level.
He asked, “What’s your safe word?”
“I don’t have one, I’m not into that lifestyle,” I responded.
He moved one of his hands between the folds of my pussy and responded, “Baby, you don’t need to be in the lifestyle for a safe word. This is for your own precaution. Now, give me your safe word.”
I moaned but he removed his hands and went back to rubbing my ass cheeks. I mumbled my protest and he sternly said, “Xena, safe word, now!”
“Uh, I don’t know,” I started, “I’ve never had to have a word.”
“Now,” was his only response.
“Okay, let’s go with Diamond.”
I then felt the first slap on my left cheek. It stung for a bit, then I felt the pulse to my clit, bringing out a moan.
“One,” he said.
The second slap was to my right cheek. I jutted my ass out asking for more. He groaned and gave me 3, 4, 5, and 6 – on different cheeks and spots each time. I was moaning and rotating my burning ass as an enticement to him. I wanted to be spanked. He leaned down and whispered in my ear, “You like this, baby girl, don’t you?”
I whimpered, “Yeess.”
He licked my ear, spanked me in a downward motion, then, then he went upward making my ass jiggle. I wiggled it some more to show him that I loved it. I heard something hit the floor, but kept wiggling my legs, so my ass would shake. Then, I felt his finger touch the opening of my sex. It was drenched and there had to be wet spots on the bed. He put two fingers at the entrance, then they disappeared. There was a sucking noise, so I assumed he put his fingers in his mouth to lick off my cream. That was sexy, we both moaned at the same time. I felt the sting of his hands on my ass again. This one was harder and I knew he was probably close to losing whatever control he had left. I jiggled my ass for him once more; he slapped it upward, then slapped the other cheek downward, causing me to writhe under the heat.
“Hmm, this feels so good. I’ve been such a bad girl,” I teased.
He groaned out, “That was 11, baby girl.”
Rotating my ass for him, he slapped me on the right and then the left side of ass. We both moaned and I heard something else hit the floor again. He leaned to my ear again without touching me and said, “You are so wet for me. You take my punishment and taunt me. Your ass is bright red from my hands. You ready to cum all over my face?”
“Yes, yes,” I practically moaned my answer in the sheets as my face was planted in the bed.
He spanked my ass across both cheeks, took his hands and slapped each cheek at the same time. I was in ecstasy. He climbed on the bed and pulled me on top of him. Careful of my ass, he showed that he wanted me on my knees. He laid down on his back and was totally naked, except his black Ralph Lauren briefs with his solid, long cock slanted to the side. The man looked good in a suit, but like a damn model, with defined biceps, a six pack, and brown flawless sculpted skin. I wanted to lick him, but he was intent on licking me in that moment, therefore I gladly held off.
He motioned for me to straddle him, “I want you to crawl up over my body, place that wet, soaking pussy right on my face and have your titties rub against the headboard. Smother me, baby girl, okay?”
“Okay,” I breathed.
I did as he told me, putting my dripping pussy right over his face. He grabbed my hips and brought them down to him, so he can latch on to my clit, causing me to lose it right on the spot. I climax right on his face, starting to ride him in order to make it last. He then grabbed my thighs, squeezing them so he had control over my lower body. My ass was on fire, I was anxious, hot, and horny as hell. Xavier was acting like he was starving, the way he lapped up my juices and latched on my clit. It was still sensitive from my first orgasm, but he kept on sucking and I kept on riding, until I came again, but this time he did not give me a chance to recuperate. He kept sucking on my clit, which caused my body to feel like it was combusting internally.
OH MY GOD.
I was going to die on this man’s face. Screaming my orgasm out as he moaned, which sent a vibration right to my center. I rode him harder because I was officially out of my mind and lost all control. While riding his tongue, I kept bouncing my luscious ass on his face. I did not care anymore as I rode it like a cowgirl and gyrated on it, like it was a loose screw. Completely giving all caution to the wind, I came so hard, it felt like I splintered the headboard. A scene straight out of Twilight. By the time my composure was regained, I nearly collapsed on Xavier. He moved me down his body, so I was lying right on top of him. My face was plastered in the sheets over his shoulder as he caressed my back with slow, methodic movements.<
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Approaching dreamland, I thought back to what just happened and could not believe I let that man totally possess me like some desperate woman. It actually felt like an out of body experience because it was so intense. It was more than that, deeper than just oral sex, but I could not fathom or verbalize that feeling quite yet. Xavier was awake and seemed to be relaxed even with my body lying on him. He made no moves to leave, but simply kept rubbing his hands up and down my back until I passed out. How would I face him tomorrow?
7 NOT TODAY
I woke suddenly when I felt something move. Somebody was in my apartment with me. Kevin never stayed over, I did not allow that. Panic took over as I tried to remember what seemed to be obvious. Someone was in my bed. Oh my God. An arm pulled tighter around my waist, causing me to feel a hard body against my back, “You awake, baby girl?”
Oh no, it was Mr. Aroma - and I had morning breath.
“Uh, yeah,” it came out as a croak.
He chuckled, “You okay? It’s only 4 AM.”
Everything that happened last night came back like a tidal wave. I rode that man’s face and he spanked me like I was his possession.
Oh shit.
“I have to go to the restroom,” I mumbled.
He let me go and said, “Hurry.”
Buck naked, I went to the restroom and locked the door. I stared in the mirror a moment then turned on the water. I looked different. Sated or just freshly fucked, well actually spanked and finger fucked. Imagine what I would look like if he in fact, fucked me. Probably like I just won the jackpot. This man was a drug.
I am in so much trouble.
After cleaning up my girl parts, I brushed my teeth, put my hair in a ponytail, and washed my face and hands. In my attempt to gather my wits, I figured he would leave in the morning and I would deal with the repercussions of this later. I flushed the toilet, then walked out of the bathroom. He was still in my bed, leaning on an elbow with the night light on.