by Xyla Turner
She nodded her head and headed towards the back. I looked around the restaurant and saw people who looked to be regulars, eating and chatting away. Despite her rudeness, she seemed to have people in the store, and they were actually eating.
“Maxine.” I heard my name being called.
“Yeah?” I blinked out of my haze.
“You okay?” He asked.
“Yes, are you?” I returned his question.
He nodded, but I knew he wasn’t. Being stuck in the middle of strife was never easy on any party, but definitely the one that had nothing to do with it and didn’t have the power or authority to fix it.
“I’m coming to Philadelphia in a couple of weeks.” He shared.
“Really?” This made me perk up.
“Yes.” He nodded. “I have to test out the jet.”
“Ohhhh, wow!” I exclaimed. “You were serious?”
“Very! Not only is my upcoming hotel going to be in the States, but so is the woman I love.” Noah said just as his mom turned the corner.
This caused her to stop dead in her tracks again but this time with a gasp. Then, she slammed the calamari down on the table to the point that the ringlets fell on the floor. God knows I almost jumped up to tell her exactly what she could do, but Noah beat me to it.
“Mum!” He snapped at her.
Why did he do that? She turned to him and slapped him right across his face, muttered something in Italian, and returned back to the kitchen. I had had enough.
Therefore, I jumped up and went to the back and commenced to yelling, “What the fuck is wrong with you? He is trying. Hell, I am trying. You lay your hands…”
That was all I could say because I was lifted up and removed from the kitchen and even the damn restaurant. It was Noah, of course, but I was hot faced and livid.
“Noah!” I was screaming. “That fucking woman…”
“Is my mum!” He snapped back.
At that, I turned on my heel and made my way down the street. I wasn’t even sure which direction I was going, but I had to get away from him before I slapped the hell out of him too.
I walked for a good hour, and every time I turned around, Noah was behind me. Not progressing on me but staying close.
I wanted to yell at him or scream at that damn woman, but I needed to calm my ass down. Once again, I was in a foreign place, mad as hell, and was roaming the streets. This time, I had a strong, tender, but upset man following me. I’m sure to make it known that this wasn’t over but also to be sure that I remained okay.
Fuck.
I stopped walking and turned towards him. Noah stopped dead in his tracks and yelled, “Are you ready to go home now?”
He was a whole city block away from me, but I just walked towards him and said, “Lead the way.”
We finally and silently made it back to his flat, as he called it, and I immediately began to pack. Noah tried to call my name, but I was not really in the mood to talk to him at that moment. Then, he tried to apologize.
“I apologize for raising my voice.” He noted, but I kept moving between his room and the bathroom to put everything together. “Please don’t leave upset, Maxine.”
There was nothing that man could do to stop me from being angry, which was a gazillion light years from being upset. I was pissed. Philadelphia pissed. North Philly pissed.
Once I finished, I rolled my bag into the guest room, and I guess that is when Noah had enough.
“Maxine?” He barked, causing me to jerk around and looking at him like he was crazy. “You’re not sleeping alone tonight. You’ll sleep with me. It’s our last night.”
I raised one eyebrow at him to meet his challenge.
“I’d like to see you make me sleep with you.” I triple dog dared him.
Mr. Wolfe raised his eyebrow as well and began to strip, right there in the door of the guest room. I turned my head away from him, since I knew all too well that his body was to die for. Not compared to mine, because hello, full-figured woman here, but I was okay with that. My clothes fit, I looked good, smelled good, and frankly, Noah had not one problem with it. He seemed to enjoy my curves. If only by the way he grabbed them when he was fucking me in any way. He always told me how much he loved my body, and God, did I love his. Therefore, I had to turn away. The man tried to be smart. Two could play that game.
I pulled off my shirt, flicked off my bra, and put on the teddy I had been wearing every night. Then, I wiggled out of my jeans and climbed in the bed. Noah came around, climbed into bed too, right before he flicked off the lights.
Adjusting myself in the queen size bed was a little more difficult because Noah had a king-sized bed, where I could stretch out. However, I didn’t want to touch the man lying next to me, so I had to be extremely careful.
Noah, on the other hand, was not careful. He stretched, moved, and kept bumping me. Where my hand was resting, I swear I felt something hard as steel. I moved it, and he moved it closer.
I sighed and started to scoot over some more, away from him. By the time I almost had one butt cheek still on the bed, Noah let out a long sigh and said, “Bullocks.”
His arms wrapped around my waist, and he pulled me towards him and growled, “Want to be mad, fine. But we take it out on each other in bed.”
At that, he flipped me over like I wasn’t a plus-sized chick and began to spank my ass.
Holy fuck, but it felt good. My pussy pulsed with awareness and heat rushed to my center.
“Noah.” I tried to turn around and stop him. Finally, I made it and began to try to smack his face. I landed a few, but he growled and held my arms high above my head. “I’m about to fuck you!” He growled. “While you mark me. Make me yours.”
God.
He let my arms go, flipped my legs up and to the sides of me, and pushed in his hard, thick dick, and started to ram into me like a man with a mission. I stopped hitting him, but I did wrap my arms around his back and scratched him until the skin was broken. Noah went faster with each punishing slice. Then, I latched onto his neck and began to bite and suck until his fair skin was marred with several bruises. It was childish, but it was raw. It was good. Noah even gave me my own marks that included love bits and his fingerprints on my ass. The squelching noises that we made while fucking reminded me how much wetter I was with this rough treatment. Just like before, something came over me, and I began to buck wildly, meeting Noah stroke for stroke. This caused him to bite down on my nipple and then his hand came to my throat. It wasn’t tight, but it was firm. He held me still and began to lose control and so did I. There was a burst of euphoria, and I exploded with Noah right along with me. The man collapsed on the side of me, but his hand remained wrapped around my neck.
I moaned as I was probably seconds from passing out and then I was gone.
The next morning, the smell of coffee woke me up, but it was the absence of the warmth that I’d grown accustomed to that had me shivering.
After doing my business in the bathroom, I made my way to the kitchen where I saw Noah over the stove making omelets. I would have sworn that he’d call room service, but it was him, slipping the vegetable infused omelet in the pan.
“Morning.” I growl by accident, since it was my first words spoken since I woke up.
“Morning, Love.” Noah turned around and motioned for me to come to him.
I knew that I was mad at him last night, but I think he fucked that out of me. I had the fingerprints to prove it, and looking at his back, he had thin red lines to prove that he had been fucked too.
Mmmkay.
So, I moved to him and let him kiss me on my forehead as I watched him effortlessly turn the omelet over with the spatula in his left hand. He did it so easy, I asked, “Are you ambidextrous?”
“Yeah.” He chuckled. “Most people don’t notice.”
“Ha!” I laughed too. “I never did notice until now.”
“It made me an unpredictable player when I pitched for baseball,” he shared. “Sleep
well?”
“Oh yeah!” I nodded in his chest.
“Good,” he said before kissing my head again. “Breakfast is almost ready.”
We ate, talked for a bit about everything else besides his mother, and then Noah took me to the airport, parked, and walked in with me. I told him he didn’t have to, but he didn’t take no for an answer. He insisted on kissing me, not wanting to let me go; but, he let me go and then pulled me back a couple of times. I thought it was funny until my airline app sent me a few notifications that I had an hour to board, which meant that I needed to check bags, go through security, and make it to my terminal. “Got to go.” I said against Noah’s lips. “Can’t be late.”
“I know.” He whispered before taking me into a deep kiss again. “Love you.”
“Love you too.” I said and pulled away.
This time, he let me go, and I knew then that I didn’t want to leave him. I didn’t want him to leave me. I wanted us to be together. My heart felt like it was cracking. As I boarded, I became a little emotional at the loss. I even texted him and said.
I’m sorry about what happened yesterday with your mom. I’ll do better next time. Love you so much.
Shit. I was feeling guilty. Even though I shouldn’t have, but I wanted this. I wanted us. I didn’t like this feeling.
A text came back minutes later.
Love, that was not your fault. Thank you for trying. It might be a while before the next time, but I love you for this. Will make it up to you. I promise.
When I arrived back home, it was in the afternoon on a Saturday. I texted Noah, and anyone else that text me back and let people know that I was back safely. This included my dad, Sheryl, and Zora. She had quickly become a trusted confidant. The fierce, pants suit wearing woman was smart, loyal, and told it like it was. I need more people like that in my life. With folks like that, you always knew where you stood.
On the plane ride home, I thought about the dilemma with Noah and his mother, so I set about trying to fix it with my own sort of plan.
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At first, it started with little letters that introduced me to the woman. With an apology to precede it, of course. Then, it progressed with little things about me that I thought she needed to know. I even included pictures of my family. I told her about my business and sent pictures of my awards. Another letter had a few pictures of me in high school and college. As I progressed through my life, I sent her a few pictures from Facebook of me at different events, including picnics or hanging out with my friends’ kids. The fifth letter included a quick story of how I fell in love with Noah with a couple of pictures of him and me for her viewing. Then, I sent a final letter with another apology, my admiration of her creating a small business as I had one myself and raising such a wonderful son.
It was already week two and I haven’t heard anything back from the woman. She probably put them in her oven to burn. I tried not to think that way, but it was a challenge.
Noah was back in the States, staying with me, and just like before, picked right up where he left off. Lunch and dinner were with him. We went out with the Black’s again, saw a game, and continued with our routines.
However, on the last night, he had me dress up for a masquerade, so I thought, and we caught an Uber to a very secluded location.
“Where are we?” I asked.
“It’s a surprise!” He shared back with me.
He was in a three-piece suit with his hair slicked back and a mask over his face. He looked simply dashing. I wanted to climb him in the Uber but that would have been bad.
We arrived at the red, leather padded door and a big man, who looked like the bouncer of bouncers, said, “Password.”
“BlackH –RunCity.” Noah answered.
I held close to him as this seemed like more than a masquerade ball.
“Noah.” I whispered. “What is this place?”
“Tell you when we get inside.” He said.
The door automatically opened after the bouncer looking guy clicked a button.
“Enjoy!” He said with that deep timbre of a voice.
“Noah?” I questioned once we were in the dark foyer.
There were no pictures on the walls or even directions on how to get from one place to the next. A small light was at the end, but I remained where I was until he told me what was going on.
“Love.” Noah whispered in my ear. “It’s a sex club.”
“What?” I gasped a little too loudly.
“Shhh!” He hushed me.
“We’re at a sex club?” I asked in a lower voice. “In Philadelphia?”
“Yes.” He answered. “We don’t say names. No one knows who’s who. You can watch or participate with the consent in any of the scenes. You’ve been vetted and so have I through Harvey.” He shared.
I gasped again. “Harvey knows we’re here?”
“Yeah, he knows I was interested.” He told me.
“Fuck, he’s my client!” I hissed.
“Love, calm down. This isn’t a thing. If we’re vetted, then that means he and Zora have been before, if not often. Shit, he may even own it.” He said. “We had a moment, Love. I wanted to explore it. I figured you might too. I’m not going anywhere. You feel inclined, I’m with you all the way.”
I thought about it and then I slowly nodded. What was the worst that could happen? Nobody knew me with this getup. Plus, if Zora and Harvey were members, then how bad could it be?
“Okay.” I nodded and held on to Noah tighter.
He led me down the hall where we could see a gallery of rooms with tinted windows. Nothing could really be seen, but the imagination ran wild as to what could have been happening. Noah moved us up towards a pair of steps, and on this floor, there was a gallery of rooms with the same tinted windows, but outside each of them was a small monitor that had what scene was taking place at the time. One was of a woman having sex with a man that was tied up. The next one was a woman going down on another woman, causing her to orgasm; and, the woman that was coming had her nipples pierced and the bars on each ring were attached to a chain that lifted them away from her chest. That looked like it hurt. The next scene was of two men and a woman. She was on her knees sucking one man’s cock while the other one was fucking her ass. The next scene was of a woman riding a man, but there was more intimacy there. The way he was holding her, the way she was grinding on him. This was an actual couple. The next room was empty, but it had a bunch of crops, handcuffs, benches, and anal plugs in some sort of sanitizer.
“See anything you want to explore?” Noah asked when we reached the end.
There was no point in being shy now, we were already in the sex club.
“The couple.” I told him.
Noah grabbed my hand and nearly dragged me back to that room. We were in a balcony type setup, because the couple was below us. The room was half full, so we picked a section in the back away from everyone and sat down. The couple had changed positions, and the man was riding her as she was bent over the bench. The smack of his thighs hitting hers was so loud in the hollow space, her moans and his grunts.
“Filthy fucking girl.” He cursed at her. “Taking what daddy gives you.”
“Yesssss.” She moaned, causing my pussy to get damp.
“Want daddy to fuck that tight ass?” He growled. “Cum in both that pretty cunt and your dirty ass?”
Holy shit.
His mouth was turning me on. Noah must have known it too because his hand began to roam up my thigh and under my dress. I spread my legs as far as the theater-styled chair would let me, so he could feel my damp panties.
“Fucking wet!” He hissed.
Then, he grabbed my hand and put it on his crotch. Noah was hard as a fucking brick. Damn, the man would hurt something with that thing.
I began to rub him through the pants as the couple kept fucking. She spurred him on to fuck her harder and faster. Then, he pulled out of her pussy, took her ass, and went right around and made her suck h
is dick. Goddamn!
“Filthy fucking girl.” The man hissed with a sadistic smile. “Swallow me, sweetness. Take it like a good fucking girl.”
“Fuck!” I whispered and squirmed in my chair.
Noah leaned over me and asked, “I brought you here to explore. See what you like? We can continue to watch or I can alleviate that itch. Not just your wet cunt, but the one where people watch you get punished and ravished by me and only me.”
The image of Noah screwing my brains out and people watching lit every bell inside of me. My eyes had to be bright when I looked into his and whispered, “Yes.”
Once again, Noah was up and nearly dragging me out of the room and on to the next one. I was nervous, but I was with Noah, the man I loved, trusted, and cared for deeply.
“What scene?” He asked as I noted he was giving me the reigns.
“The daddy scene is in my head, but I want the spanking. You just caught me pleasuring myself after you told me only you can bring me to an orgasm.” It was the first thing that popped into my head. Damn, if I knew why.
Noah nodded, took off his jacket, rolled up his expensive shirt, and said, “On the verge of roughness, 1 being nothing, six being our last night in London, and ten being the highest, what do you want?” He asked.
Shit, that last night played in my head over and over. It was hot and brought me to many orgasms when Noah was away.
“Eight.” I said with more confidence than I should have had.
Noah nodded, spun me around, ripped down my panties, and proceeded to bend me over the back of the couch. It took me a minute to realize the scene had started, but my poor Noah was hanging on by a thread. I just told him that I wanted him to manhandle me and be rough. I loved it, and I swear it allowed me to be me. In control or out. With ARC, I always had to act a certain way. It was my business. My life. Everything mattered but with Noah. He mattered. And he made me his priority, so I mattered and no one else.
A sting hit my ass and I yelped.
I turned and Noah growled, “Don’t turn around, keep your eyes forward.” It was then that I felt a cool liquid running down the crack of my ass. A finger pushed in and out of my ass and then my wet pussy. I moaned my pleasure and that was when I felt a larger item pressed against my tight asshole. My head whipped back, and Noah growled, “I warned you.”