“Yes,” Maxine said breathlessly. “But I wouldn’t know how to explain it.”
“Do you think you do this to him?”
Shaking her head, Maxine answered, “No, I probably don’t.”
“Then you need to listen to me so you can. I will show you how to make him beg for more. But first you need to let go of your inhibitions.”
She liked that idea a lot! Getting Philippe in a position where she could be all powerful could help sway him to give her the freedom she needed. “I’m all ears, Missy.”
They walked back over to the case and Missy began to instruct Maxine on pleasing a man.
It was an eye opening two hours that had Maxine’s eyes wide open and head dizzy with the possibilities, but she listened like a good student and took mental notes that she would utilize as soon as she possibly could. Missy touched her body more than any woman had ever touched her, but Maxine felt so comfortable with the woman she had no problem with Missy’s proximity.
Missy even instructed her on how to use handcuffs and then had Maxine blushing to high heaven on how to properly titillate a man with her mouth.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” Missy insisted.
“I don’t …” She was embarrassed, but she wanted to learn. “I’ve never been comfortable and when I was a child…” She had never said anything out loud.
Missy gasped, realizing the implication. “Does Philippe know this?”
The terror of him knowing what had really happened filled her. “Maybe a little,” she said unsure if she had really explained everything to him in detail. “And I don’t want to know anymore. That was in the past and I don’t want him to treat me differently.”
“You don’t expect to be free from the past if no one knows,” Missy said solemnly. “Has Philippe ever hurt you?”
Maxine remembered Nicole’s words and looked down in shame.
Missy didn’t need to be told to figure it out. “I think it’s time we reverse the role Philippe seems to have allowed you to fall into.”
“I can’t… I mean, it won’t be allowed.”
With a look of assurance and a light pat on her back, Missy said calmly, “Philippe asked me to help you become more confident about your sexuality.”
“But there are rules-“
Missy cut her off, “And he said to assure you he may be angry but you would not be punished.” Shrugging her shoulder, Missy said, “I don’t know what that means, but I am here to teach you and anything I tell you to do cannot get you in trouble if Philippe is paying me to teach you. Maxine, use this as the perfect moment come out of your shell and take control of how you can be pleasured.”
It sounded so malevolent, but exciting at the same time. “Are you sure we won’t hurt him?” Maxine asked more worried about her freedom than payback.
Missy’s cocoa eyes flickered in anticipation. “Philippe wants to help, otherwise he wouldn’t have brought me here and I’m sure he won’t mind us using him. Don’t worry, Maxine. He’s a man. He’ll survive.” She smiled wickedly. “He wants you to learn how to please him and we have to make sure you can please him properly.”
Nervously, Maxine smiled hoping she could do well because in order to gain her freedom, she would need Philippe’s acquiesce to be free.
‘But at what price?’ she asked herself as she listened intently to Missy’s instructions for what was planned for Philippe for tonight.
That didn’t matter right now. All that mattered now was that she could gain her freedom and be done with Philippe forever. Yet, the more Missy spoke about “pleasing properly” the more Maxine found herself coming to the conclusion that maybe she could endure Philippe a little while longer.
“You sure we aren’t going to make him mad?” Maxine asked worriedly.
“I was abused as a child and a very wise woman taught me how to relieve my own pain. She eloquently called it sexual healing.” Missy raised the handcuffs that were in the case and showed Maxine how to easily lock them around someone’s wrist.
Maxine smiled wickedly, liking Missy’s ideas very much.
****
When Philippe reached the chamber, exhaustion seemed to weigh him down so much, he almost fell asleep taking a shower. With only the intent in mind to rest a second after the shower and then to get dressed before Maxine and Missy arrived, he laid back on the bed, but slipped into a deep sleep very quickly.
Philippe had not gotten an ounce of sleep since Thursday and this morning’s surprise meeting had further prompted him to do whatever he had to do this weekend to ensure Maxine would never leave him. He really meant to shave, because a light shadow of hair had started to appear on his face making his appearance even more rugged.
Once he arrived at the compound with the assurances from Nicole and Derrick that all he had planned was in the process of being completed and ready for him, he took a long shower and then found himself laid out in exhaustion on the bed.
He knew as he drifted to sleep, he had more than enough time to get up and dress. Since he had no intentions of participating in the activities going on in the compound tonight with the other masters, he knew he would not need to leave the chamber until he was good and ready, nor would he be bothered once Maxine and Missy arrived.
He just hoped Maxine would be okay with his plans.
And everything would be fine once Maxine understood all of it had been for her despite the good or bad things that had happened and what he also planned for their future.
As his deep slumber increased, he found himself ignoring the alarm he had set his watch to and continued to sleep.
So when he felt a tugging at his arm and leg, he ignored this as well. Even with the scent of Maxine being close, his sleep was not deterred.
****
“Watch and learn, Maxine,” Missy whispered in encouragement as she crawled on the bed after completely undressing.
Maxine was in pure shock as she watched Missy’s bare lithe frame crawled up on the bed next to Philippe, who was tied down.
Her first instinct as a black woman was to snatch this woman back in jealousy for even going near Philippe, but Maxine didn’t. After their moment the two of them had shared in the room below before coming in here, she completely saw Missy as a sexual object for Philippe and not as anyone who could compete with Maxine.
Missy opened Philippe’s robe and smile mischievously unashamed of seeing him naked and even caressing his member as if it were an old friend. Even though Philippe was asleep, Maxine could tell Missy had seen Philippe naked before. Missy’s touch was confident and sensual over Philippe’s body. Maxine watched how Missy took her time roving over Phillip’s body as if her palms were trying to remember every inch of his skin.
“Come closer, Maxine,” Missy said caressing Philippe’s thigh and then moving to hold his shaft. It thickened slightly in his sleep. “You remember what I said, right?”
Maxine nodded nervously and whispered to herself, “Sexual healing.”
Without hesitation, Missy dipped her head down and began to orally manipulate his member. Maxine didn’t blink as she watched Missy with great expertise bring his member almost fully erect.
She wanted to tell the woman to stop until Philippe gasped in his sleep and then he murmured Maxine’s name.
Not only did this relax her, but a sense of power overwhelmed Maxine knowing that even in his subconscious he wanted her.
“Touch him,” Missy encouraged, not the least bit jealous. “He wants you too.”
Maxine started with his arm.
“Feel the warmness of his skin, the rush of his blood in his vein and the pulse of his heartbeat,” Missy said. “Close your eyes and feel more.”
Obeying, Maxine gasped as she freely felt him, moving her hands over his chest to his other arms feeling exactly what Missy spoke of. Philippe’s blood rushed under his vein and his breath quickened in his sleep as she moved down a thigh and then up another until she grasped his staff at the base while Missy continued to suckle th
e tip of him.
“What the fuck are you doing?!” Philippe bellowed, coming out of his deep sleep.
Chapter 32
Philippe couldn’t believe the fucking audacity and his turquoise eyes blazed in anger as he realized the handcuffs that gripped and held him down by his wrist and ankle. This was definitely not what he had in mind. He shot Maxine a heated fuming look that made her stiffen in fear.
“Release me now!” he growled furiously.
Maxine looked terrified and wanted to back away from the bed. She had never seen him this angry before and wasn’t sure if she really wanted to do this anymore.
Missy came up from her oral ministrations and snapped, “No!”
Philippe looked at Missy as if he had not even known she was in the room, and then he looked down between his legs as if he couldn’t believe Missy had the impudence to make him hard while he had been sleeping.
“Tell him, Maxine,” Missy ordered. “Come over and tell him how angry you are. Show him that he must be punished.”
In a cruel voice, Philippe ordered, “You’ll come over here and untie me now or you’ll be punished more, slave.”
Missy gasped at Philippe’s words. “Now that’s just grounds for real punishment, Maxine.”
Yet Maxine didn’t let his words deter her reaction. Coolly, she surveyed his gorgeous body from head to toe and realized with all his power and strength, he was now the main dish in what could be her redemption meal.
She realized she now had the power to do anything to this man and he couldn’t do a thing about it.
Punishment would be sweet.
Her back straightened and her head came up higher as she met Philippe’s gaze with a sexual confidence that sent goose bumps down her arms.
He must have also seen something in her and a look of apprehension came on his face, but he was slightly excited at her newfound self-confidence.
Maxine walked up to the bed slowly and finding strength in Missy’s words, she leaned down to Philippe as if to release him, but only held down his wrist.
His manhood twitched in exhilaration and every muscle tensed as he saw a mischievous smile graced her lips.
Kissing his forehead, cheek and lips lightly, a wicked glint caught her cinnamon brown eyes as she said, “No Master, I’ll punish you and then maybe I’ll untie you.”
His mind was warning him that he was in over his head and Philippe tried hard to get out his bondage, but for all his straining the only thing it accomplished was to get Missy off the bed.
Maxine hand drifted down his chest to his engorged shaft. She gripped it with a firm confidence, stilling all of Philippe’s movements. Missy moved behind Maxine. Her arms came around Maxine’s waist and Missy kissed her shoulder, leaning her blonde head into Maxine tenderly.
Missy whispered, “Get him, Maxine. Show him your power.”
That iniquitous smile increased on Maxine’s thick luscious lips and she said with cool assuredness, “Tonight you’re my slave, Philippe. And you’ll do whatever I say.” Maxine slowly let her dress fall to the floor.
Philippe tensed as his eyes took in her complete nakedness, with the exception of the chain around her neck. She began to move on the bed, crawling to him on her knees never breaking eye contact.
He wasn’t sure if he should be fearful or happy that his Maxine had come out of her shell and evolved into this beautiful temptress. Either way, his body was fully aroused and even if he didn’t live to see another day, he would die a happy man tonight.
All that Missy had told her and shown her seemed to make sense suddenly. Straddling his waist, Maxine lowered herself just until her soft hairs between her legs touched his groin. He gasped from the contact not expecting so much heat to emit from her body.
Having a spectator didn’t bother her at all. Maxine almost reveled in the fact that Missy looked proudly on like a teacher admiring the student.
Maxine didn’t move and had to fight her own sexual urge to ride him to splendor because just the touch of his body against hers felt so good. The wave of lust overpowering her made her dizzy.
Leaning over him, she warily moved down to his mouth. He didn’t protest and even though he tried to still look angry, his own emotional and mental arousal showed just as much as his physical.
She circled her nose around his face knowing he was hungry for her lips. Ever so slowly she leaned down until her mouth was only a millimeter from his own.
His rapid breathe flushed her face and he raised his head straining to kiss her. At first, Maxine didn’t allow it until she knew he couldn’t hold his head up any longer and loved the power over him. She was thrilled at the gasped from his mouth, while they kissed as she applied pressure around the base of his manhood.
Maxine started to grind her hips against him as her body continued her erratic strokes to his shaft, briefly pausing when she knew he was close to coming. He was past the point of sanity as he tried to keep up with her irregular movements to his shaft by grinding and writhing his body.
Philippe broke the kiss begging, “Sweet Jesus, Maxine. You’re going to kill me.”
She only kissed him more, using her free hand to scrape her nails over his nipples and down his chest, mixing a little bit of pain with pleasure. His body was a bundle of sensitive nerves and no matter where she touched he became more excited.
Again she felt the pleasure building up in him and this time completely removed her body away from him, releasing his shaft instantly.
He groaned in frustrated displeasure, but before he could verbally protest, Maxine moved her body over to straddle his face.
Without hesitation, Philippe’s mouth rapaciously attacked her wetness, licking suckling and arousing her.
Maxine’s thighs gripped his head and she grinded her wet flesh against his face, loving how the juices cascaded down his chin. The beard scratched blissfully against her thighs arousing her just as much as his mouth was doing.
He didn’t stop and he didn’t protest as he continued to eat her more as if he had not eaten a meal for days.
Leaning over him, Maxine engulfed him deep down her throat, tasting their succulent mixed arousal on her tongue. She breathed out to throw off her own gag reflex just as Missy taught her and took deep breaths to draw him in deeper.
Taking him this way seemed almost too easy, as she was able to take him down her throat better and apply the swallowing techniques to the tip of his penis.
She felt Missy’s hands on the middle of her back in silent praise.
“Give him everything,” Missy whispered in encouragement.
Philippe suddenly jerked just as Maxine’s wet finger penetrated his anal cavity. She felt a little fight in him, but Maxine worked harder at pleasing him with her mouth and soon Philippe was mindless again in the oral bliss as he continued to lick her.
Maxine was in her own throes of ecstasy knowing she was humiliating yet pleasing her man at the same time. Moving off his body, she turned around and moved down to get better access, so he could also watch her. Maxine concentrated on affecting him more, pressing her digit even further behind him as she deep throated him so far down it felt as if he were past her tonsils. His manhood increased in size and the spasm that erupted just as she applied pressure to his perineum and scrotum shot straight down into her belly.
His whole body convulsed and she released his shaft in the middle of his orgasm to let his hot essence flow over her lips and chin.
Philippe thought he’d died, as his body’s much needed released splattered over her face arousing his senses to full peak.
Damn, if that was the most erotic shit he’d ever experienced. He was in sinful bliss as she laved his member, suckling up the recess and kissing his member as if in thanks.
No, it was he that should be thanking her.
Maxine washed her face before coming back to the bedroom with a warm washcloth. He was still breathing a little erratically as she cleaned his face and wiped down his groin.
Magically,
Missy had disappeared and Maxine had to wonder how much of this had been planned.
When she returned from the bathroom after putting the washcloth away, she stood at the foot of the bed and stared at him.
A look of “what?” crossed his features. She answered his question without a prompt.
“I’m debating on whether to untie you or not?” She started to put on a robe. “For all you did to me, I should leave you just like that.”
“Don’t dress,” he begged and then added, “Please.”
She didn’t, liking the strain of pleading in his voice, and moved to the side of the bed, dropping the robe to the floor. He looked coolly up at her not fighting at his bound state. Matter of fact, he was very relaxed. Too relaxed.
“What did you decide?” he questioned calmly.
Was he mad? She wondered. Was he just acting as if he wasn’t going to beat her within an inch of her life once she released him?
His eyes were a cool blue and if he was angry - as angry as he should be- could he possibly hide it that well, could he?
Ignoring her gut instinct, she leaned down on the bed to untie his feet, giving him a view of her derrière. When she was getting back up to turn around, she noticed his manhood had come to half attention. Looking up at him curiously, he only smirked. Both were very aware at that moment her proximity had an effect on him.
Biting her lip, Maxine started to untie his left arm since it was the closest to her. He only stretched it out once it was free and then laid it on the bed as she leaned over him and untied his right arm. Maxine was very aware her breasts were right over his face because she could feel his breath on her nipples, arousing the dark tip.
His left hand moved slowly up to cup her breast and directed the tip to his mouth. She was still slightly bent over him and turned her body to align with his so his other hand could move up and fondle the other breast. Heat rose from her chest to all over as she looked down and became even more turned on by Philippe’s light colored skin tone contrasting to her own.
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