Black Gold

by Angelika Robinson

  “You’re the right size for exercising,” he says, grinning at me. “I said close your eyes!”

  I do as he says, and just the thought of doing that makes my body sizzle. There’s something absolutely glorious about doing as he says.

  With this sort of physical chemistry, obedience is natural. And being submissive to his absolutely delicious desires arouses me even more.

  I can genuinely say that I’m wet beyond belief.

  My eyes shut close tight, and I imagine myself passing through corridors as Magnus carries me all the way to his bedroom. I expect him to fumble around for a moment to grab the door handle, but instead he just kicks it open.

  “Oh my God,” I giggle.

  He is not messing around, here.

  Magnus lets me down in the coziest bed I have ever laid down on. “Can I open my eyes now?”

  “Missing a certain word there,” he tells me. I can hear the cocky, dominant smile in his voice.

  “Can I open my eyes now, please?”

  I feel him kneel down in bed, level with me, holding my back with his strong hands. “You may,” he whispers, his lips hovering temptingly against mine.

  Oh my God. I can barely contain myself at this point. Magnus has shown incredible restraint, with the sort of power that makes me truly surprised anyone can be this composed and controlled. “Damn,” I whisper. “You’re too good at this.”

  “I know what you’re thinking,” Magnus says seriously. “You’re thinking that I do this all the time. That I have legions of lovers, all waiting to be carried to bed. That’s not true. Sex is something I crave, but I limit myself only to the best. And you, my darling, are the best.”

  My lust is soaking through right now. Everything he says makes me want him.

  “Prove it,” I whisper, ready to challenge him. Making him understand that I’m not just some girl dazzled by his money, by his good looks, by the way he carries himself.

  He leans in and kisses me hard. His tongue presses hard against mine, dictating the pace of our kiss. Our lips clash and we bring our mouths and bodies closer together, moaning in unison from the pleasure. My hands find their way to his chest, unbuttoning his shirt.

  His fingers deftly find the zipper to my dress, catching the teardrop zipper in between his thumb and forefinger before pulling all the way down, ever so slowly.

  Ever so sensually.

  I can’t bring myself to breathe, because everything I want, everything I need, is in this man’s hands. I offer myself totally and thoroughly to be his. I submit to him.

  My dress falls to the sheets. I am bare before him. I instinctively stiffen, pulling away from the kiss, finally.

  “Oh my God,” I whisper. “I’m so shy. I can’t believe it. I’m actually literally so nervous to have you see me like this. Revealed to you.”

  “Shaleigh…” Magnus says, matching the volume of my whisper. “You are gorgeous. Just look at you. I can’t believe this. You’re beautiful beyond words. I’m sorry I don’t have the poetry necessary to describe you.”

  I tremble as he beholds me, his gaze raking over my skin, from my eyes down to my nose, my mouth, my chin. He lavishes himself by taking in the sight of my neck, my shoulders, and then my breasts, my nipples hard under his attention. He leans forward, pulling me into another kiss, but this time one hand cups my left breast.

  His thumb massages the soft rise of my breast, impressing me with the way he actually holds back and resists the urge to immediately pull my nipple into his mouth, to suckle at me.

  I’ve always valued my breasts: there’s something inherently feminine about them, the symmetry of my cup-shape breasts drawing unfair comparisons to augmented breasts when I was a teen, when other girls would say the only way I could possibly look that good was if I had snuck off and gotten a surgery done.

  “You’re beautiful,” he repeats.

  I close my eyes and surrender myself to the pleasure of letting this man take control of me.

  It’s been such a long time since I’ve been with someone. Even the whiff of my last relationship would threaten scandal back home, with everyone constantly gossiping and judging me for my actions.

  But everything feels so right here. With Magnus, I feel like I’m at peace. That everything is going the way it should be. That I have agency here, that him taking charge and dominating my body is the result of me giving him permission to do so. The result of wanting this as much as he wants this.

  “Please,” I whisper, knowing that there’s nothing I want more than to be with him, than to feel the potency of his desire.

  Every time he breathes on me, my body reflexively shivers. He is able to tease me to a level of immaculate lust I’ve never experienced before. He no longer needs to command me verbally: every nonverbal cue he gives makes me read his desire.

  And yes, I can read him: I can read him loud and clear. He telegraphs his desire for me with everything he does, from the way his knees dig into the mattress so he can lean in lower, so we’re at the same level, so we can kiss.

  He straddles me over his lap, squeezing my butt, growling in delight.

  He’s growling. Like being in his grasp has turned him into a primal caveman. A force of nature who can only think about sex.

  God, I want him.

  “I have to get you out of these pants,” I whisper, nudging at him, pulling and tugging and trying my hardest to undress him, requiring dexterity that goes against my desire to get everything done as quickly as possible, so he and I can be together in the deepest, most intense way possible, so he and I can reach an ultimate high — I want him inside me, so I can feel him.

  So we can unite for the first time.

  And so with every thrust in and out, he can reunite with me.

  I’ve never wanted a man this bad, never deeply desired his touch. When I pull his cock out of his boxers, I blush once more. Of course he’s so big too. I have to bite my lip, because I don’t want to betray the instant way my body just rippled in delight upon seeing him, hard for me.

  His erection requires both my hands, and his girth means I struggle to grip it all. My eyes plead their way to his.

  And of course he’s got a smirk.

  “What are you thinking?” he asks, looking right at me. Oh, he knows. He knows exactly what I’m thinking.

  “It’s huge,” I whisper, timidly.

  “And it’s all yours. You can take it. You can be a good girl and take it all,” he answers, setting me down, my back lush against the smooth, cool sheets. “Look how aroused you’ve made me, Shaleigh.”

  It’s true: his cock throbs, with pendulum force, the weight of the tip of his long cock pulling down and jerking upwards, even without me touching him.

  And when I touch him, of course, his cock tenses in my hands. “Oh my God,” is all I can say.

  If this is what a man is, I can say I’m a virgin — everyone I’ve been with have been boys.

  “Oh my God,” I repeat. “I’m so scared now.”

  “There’s nothing to be afraid of, Shaleigh,” Magnus says, parting my legs. My simple white panties are the best I can come up with for a date like this — I actually do not own any fancy underwear, not even for Magnus. “So innocent, so pretty,” he coos. “I’m going to enjoy taking you.”

  My body immediately feels his touch, as he continues to split my legs open, parting my panties, stroking his cock as he begins to push against my lips.

  “Mmm,” I moan, already feeling the way the head of his cock glides against me, already feeling the way his body can bear down on me, the weight of his body against mine giving him incredible leverage.

  I feel so small in his grip, beneath him, submitting to him. I feel even smaller with his huge cock threatening to claim me. Yet all I want is to — oh my God. Oh my God!

  He enters me with forceful determination, holding me at my waist. He lifts me upwards so we can kiss, even as I have to press my hands down on the mattress to prop myself up for his kiss, angled up in a way
that allows my torso to lean back straight while he begins to drive his cock into me.

  “Oh my God!” I cry out again. I already feel myself clamoring for an imminent orgasm, shocked that I can feel this way just upon his first thrust into me.

  “Yes, oh, yes,” Magnus moans. My hands dig into his back and he begins to fuck me even faster. He tells me to wrap my legs around his waist, my ankles digging into his lower back just as my nails dig into his upper back.

  “Oh my God, I’m going to ruin you,” he adds, making it a point to slide his cock all the way into me, pulling back with a wince that tells me all I need to know. He doesn’t even have to say what’s on his mind, but he does anyway: “You’re too fucking tight, Shaleigh. So, so very perfectly tight.”

  “I know, I know,” I breathe, excited, shocked, aroused. I can’t believe that this… huge… thing is inside me, and that he’s sweating, looking like a Greek god, fucking me and giving me pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me every second it stretches on.

  “Oh my God,” I say, losing my control over my vocabulary, only able to moan divine praise as Magnus fucks me again and again. I can tell from the way he kisses me that he’s hardly at his capacity. I know he can do more.

  I know that if he reveals his true self to me, he would ravage me. “Do it,” I whisper to his neck as I kiss and bite there. “Do it. Do anything you want to me. Don’t hold back, don’t hold anything back. I’m yours.”

  I am his. I am his plaything, for him to control, for him to make use of as much as he wants.

  “Wow, just wow,” Magnus says, his eyes wide in awe. “This is the most intense experience for me, Shaleigh. I don’t think I’ve ever connected sexually this way before — not with anyone before, not with anyone but you.”

  I pull him in for another kiss. My hands go down, cupping his very shapely ass while he drives his cock into me still. I blush every time I feel him go deeper and deeper into me, knowing that I’m starting to accommodate him. “You’re stretching me so good,” I moan. “It feels so good, so, so, good.”

  “Fucking you feels amazing,” Magnus nods, showing no such embarrassment at using such potent, explicit words. “You make my cock feel amazing, Shaleigh, you make me crave you even more. God, I want you, I want you more and more.”

  “You have me,” I say, rocking myself against him, following the pace he’s dictated.

  He begins to pin me down against the floor and pound into me, the slapping sound of flesh on flesh sounding almost pornographic as he grunts and groans and growls to the rhythm of claiming me as his. “Too perfect,” he moans. “I want you.”

  “You have me,” I insist, closing my eyes, relaxing my body, allowing myself to surrender completely to him.

  There is a tension building up in Magnus, one that cannot be so easily dispelled. He breathes heavier the more he opens up to me, the more he drives his thick, incredible cock into me. His passion screams with his desire, allowing me to be consumed under his spell.

  My boss, my eminently skilled billionaire boss — this arrogant man — this incredible lover.

  Surprising me, he grabs me and lifts me up before turning me around with incredible dexterity. I’m lying on my stomach now, prone for him, allowing him to kiss the curve and contour of my lower cheeks before he positions himself atop me, his cock teasing my inner thighs, already soaking wet with a trail of my arousal leading all the way back to my pussy.

  “Mmmmffff,” I beg with need as he resumes fucking me.

  Words bleed away from me as I begin to understand the incredible energy in which we are united by. It is more than animal attraction here. We are bound together by something more, by a chemistry that cannot be so easily described. A chemistry that enhances everything we do — all my senses are in full overload, as I begin to drink in the scene.

  His fingers, kneading my breasts, sandwiching his hands between the mattress and my body. His breath, warm against my neck, giving me constant goosebumps. His moans, right in my ear, praising me, complimenting my body, calling me the best he’s ever had.

  I believe him at last. I believe that I’m his, I believe that I can be the one to give him the pleasure he wants and needs. His needs matter to me as much as my own needs… and everything about being with him tells me I’m ready to be his.

  Giving myself to him feels both like a trickle and a flood. At first I was content with baring myself bit by bit to him, but it’s not just that — it was about protecting myself, protecting my feelings, protecting my past.

  Now, with the passion of sex, with the hypersensitive way I felt his stubble press into my chin as we kiss, or my pussy grip against his cock as we fuck… I knew only one thing. That I could truly belong. That I could be his, in a way no other man could claim me.

  It was a giant gamble, saying I was going to be his for good now, but I honestly could not see myself ever feeling as aroused with any man the way I am with him. Everything about him makes me want to give more and more to him.

  Everything about this man commands my body’s attention.

  “Oh, fuck,” Magnus says, exhaling carefully, in three tiers of letting go. “I’m so close. But I’m going to make you cum first, Shaleigh, the lady always cums first.”

  His generosity is as attractive as his dominant drive, the way he constantly needs to prove his ownership of my body with every deep slide in. I realize myself opening up metaphysically, like a lotus full of light, from the full-body pleasure he’s giving me. I close my eyes and breathe out. I tell myself I’m his.

  I’m his. I’m his. I’m his.

  “I’m yours,” I murmur, even as I begin to arch my back, my chin pointing away, towards the wall, raised and lifted. My body starts to feel an immediate, electric sensation all over, as I realize I am beginning to capture the elusive orgasm he had promised.

  It’s only as I start to get wrapped up in the overwhelming pleasure that I realize a simple truth: I’ve never once cum from being with another man before.

  It’s only ever been through my own hand.

  Yet this was something that I had never experienced before, this was something I had never ever imagined. Magnus was so good at being my lover that every time he fucked into me, I was already ready to erupt.

  There was only one thing I need. I needed his approval, I needed his permission, I needed his command to cum.

  “Please,” I whisper to him.

  His eyes flash at me, revealing that he knows exactly what I want.

  “Please, I’m yours, please, please, please,” I beg, feeling smaller than smaller, feeling microscopic from a cosmic, karmic point of view. I have surrendered my whole self to him to the point that I feel myself in an out-of-body state.

  “Of course you can cum,” Magnus whispers with pride.

  And I cum. Loudly, powerfully, passionately, with nothing holding me back. At last, I belong.

  Chapter Fourteen

  I watch Magnus sleep, spooning me. I lie on my back, though, so I can see him, so I can feel his arm commandingly wrap around my body. I sigh with happiness.

  “You’re so amazing,” I whisper, making sure to barely make a sound. I don’t want to wake him. I have a sneaking suspicion he’s an exceptionally light sleeper.

  I’ve spent approximately zero minutes asleep so far, instead too filled with excitement that I’ve been awake, even with my eyes closed. I feel giddy, like a girl, like I want to go home and write into my diary.

  It’s ten minutes past one in the morning and I have been like this for a long time. After sex – the first time of many times, because Magnus is not a man who settles with just one round – we ended up retrieving the bottle of champagne he had brought up.

  He sits me on his lap, his hands wrapped around me. “Pour some champagne for the both of us, sugar,” he says, adoration clear in his voice. We are both still naked, still drenched in each other’s sweat. It feels amazing.

  It feels to me like this is the finest pampering of my life, that everything he’
s doing now is making me readier and readier for a relationship with him.

  Everything does honestly feel right. Every doubt I’ve had over him is cast aside for me — I am safe.

  We drink half the bottle away before I get tipsy, my head spinning and only ever anchoring when I get to lean in to kiss him. His hand steadies my neck. “You’ve got nothing to be afraid of when you’re with me,” Magnus whispers. “You’re great at taking care of yourself, Shaleigh, but now it’s time to share that burden.”

  The way he wants to take responsibility over me gives me such a conflicting intimate feeling. It’s almost as if I am ready to be his, but in the rare moment of clarity when lust isn’t claiming the both of us, I realize all the obstacles in between us being together.

  So I close my eyes, take another sip, and rest my head against his broad chest.

  “You’re amazing,” I whisper once more.

  My legs are starting to feel restless. My distrust of men means that it’s been years since I’ve spent the night in someone else’s bed. I’ve slept in cars, slept in shitty motels, slept on the floor at friends’ apartments… but sleeping in another man’s bed? That seems like a step too far.

  It seems like invading someone else’s space.

  It seems like the moment of realization where I understand that I never truly belong anywhere. Always a nomad, always a vagabond.

  For once, being here, being in Magnus’ arms, makes me realize that doesn’t have to be the case. That I can allow myself to explore my feelings, that I can explore my desires as my own, not as a means to an end. That I no longer have to distrust others, distrust men who just want to use me.

  “Thank you,” I whisper.

  But it’s time for me to leave. I slip away as gracefully as I can, allowing myself to assume the initial role of Shaleigh Williams, effortlessly composed socialite, the sort of woman who handles anything thrown her way with a smile, nary a doubt to trip me up. The lights are off and I have to rely on the slightest slice of light coming through the gaps in the door, but I find myself collecting my dress on autopilot.