by Mimi Tulane
“See something you like, kitten?” he asked then chuckled, pausing his exit.
“Oh, hell yes, Sir!” she impulsively blurted then blushed sheepishly.
Mac’s smile slowly crept across his handsome face and his thoughts turned wicked.
Imani took in the look upon his face and sensed she might have misspoken. However, that was hardly the case, for his next question had her pussy swelling in need.
“Would you like to touch my dick, kitten?”
Imani swallowed hard, afraid it was a test of some sort. She searched his face once more, his searing gaze making her nipples tighten.
“Yes, Sir, very much,” she said.
Mac leaned back upon his pillow, placing one hand behind his head. “Then go ahead, baby, touch me. Touch my dick,” he said.
Tentatively, Imani reached over and lightly caressed his cock. Her fingertips registered each nuance. His cock was velvet over steel, bisected by rigid veins. She lovingly traced her fingers along each one, enjoying the textures, lost in the bevy of sensations. She moved her hand lower and palmed his heavy sac, her eyes widening when his cock jumped to attention at her touch, the sac becoming rigid. Her thumb made gentle circles along the wide crest of the tip, a moist bead forming that had her unconsciously licking her lips.
Mac’s eyes were riveted to her face, which was flushed from her growing excitement. As she explored him, he reached over lazily to run the backs of his knuckles across her breasts then her nipples, teasing the sweet berries now taut and ripe.
“Imani, your touch is pleasing me. I’m enjoying it, baby,” he complimented her, his voice thick with growing arousal. “Do you like how I feel in your hands, kitten?”
Imani drew her gaze up to meet his molten stare. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered. Her breathing began to hitch slightly.
“Perhaps you’d like to shower with me this morning and continue with your explorations?” he offered, his cock fully awakened now to its full twelve inches of heated glory.
Imani lost her voice.
Mac halted her stroking and petting, placing his large hand over hers, which was now gripped tightly around his cock. He lifted her hand to his lips and kissed her fingers one by one. “I asked you a question, kitten,” he prompted, now sucking in one of her dainty digits, making her forget her own name.
“Y-yes, Sir,” she managed to stammer out in a squeak. Did this man not know how badly he could affect her?
Mac swung his long legs from his side of the bed, taking her collar with him as he strolled without a care in the world over to her side to pull her from the bed. Hooking his hands into her panties, he pulled them down, slightly exposing only the top of each ass cheek. He then kneaded the globes in his large palms, the collar still in his grasp and the satin of the ribbon making contact with her skin. Without warning he delivered a love tap to the top of the exposed flesh of one cheek, causing Imani to shiver, a soft moan escaping her parted lips. He tapped her ass on the same cheek again, a little firmer, rubbing out the sting, then kissed her lips before taking her by the hand and leading her toward the bathroom, pausing by his chest to lay down her collar.
“You use it first then wait inside the shower for me,” he ordered.
Imani’s face reddened. Did he mean to stand outside the doorway and watch her pee?
Mac patted her lightly on the exposed globes of her ass, sending her inside. Imani had never been inside of his master bedroom or the bath, so she had no way of knowing that his view would be obstructed by a pony wall. He suppressed the laugh he so desperately wanted to let go of from the look on her face as she entered the bathroom and silently gave up when he heard the gentle sounds of her tinkling after several long minutes.
Mac knew his lessons of following commands could be taught in a myriad of ways. The fact was obedience to simple commands was not always an easy lesson to learn. His unusual request for her to use the bathroom with him in attendance might have been a stretch. Yet Imani demonstrated her willingness to follow his orders by not questioning his request. The sound of the toilet flushing and water running in the sink signaled she’d finished, and after hearing the hiss of his shower door opening then closing, he entered the bathroom. Just in record time, too. He had to piss something fierce!
Imani peeked through the frosted glass of the shower doors, her view of his back and ass slightly distorted. She was only offered the obscure silhouette of Mac’s massive frame from her vantage point, but even that was a treat. A fully clothed Mac was a beautiful sight, but a naked Mac was truly magnificent.
Imani had been literally relieved when she discovered he wouldn’t actually be able to see her on the toilet! The idea of him watching her pee had her slightly queasy from nerves. She did find it very sexy, his prompts to her, and a delicious shiver ran over her, causing her to lightly finger her nipples when she recalled the weight of his hands on her ass, the sting and the way he caressed her after each tap.
She abruptly stepped back as the doors of the shower pulled open and Mac stood in full view of her.
“Will you be washing your hair today?” he asked her, taking in the fact she had left on her panties. Good girl, Imani, I certainly didn’t tell you to remove them, but no harm if you had.
“Yes, Sir, I always shampoo on Saturdays,” she answered.
Mac left to retrieve her toiletries, laying them out in a spot along the marbled bathroom counter, and smiled. Her things looked at home on the sink. He returned and climbed into the shower with her shampoo, conditioner, body wash, and bath puff, placing the articles in his shower caddy.
“Imani, before I continue I need you to understand something for me, baby. My instructions are in no way an indication of me wanting to belittle you or treat you like a child. I’m teaching you by giving clear, simple commands that will allow you to learn obedience to my wishes and be able to follow my lead without question. The main point I need to bring home is that I will always make choices that have your best interest at heart.”
“Your needs are important to me and I’ve fully accepted what this responsibility entails. I plan to demonstrate my total commitment to lead you and I do not take your acquiescence lightly. This is my duty to you, to ensure your needs are met, to nurture you, protect you and provide for you emotionally, sexually, and financially. I will take care of you, baby,” he said sincerely.
Imani nearly lost it in that moment. His declaration, laced full of his own emotions, of what his role was as her Dom and her man had her eyes brimming with tears. How was it that in all of her adult life she had never met a man like him, with the exception of her own father, who thought it was his privilege to take care of her, solely for his own good pleasure? She’d come across plenty of guys that wanted to be taken care of, catered to, and who thought they did her the favor with a fuck or two. Imani was trembling. Just when she thought chivalry had died a slow, painful death, in walked her dark knight.
Imani’s heart understood that Mac didn’t want to control her. He lived a Dominant lifestyle and wanted to show her what that meant. She was capable of making her own choices, her own decisions. She preferred her independence. Yet his declaration spoke to the need in her to let go. He was offering more than entertaining her fantasies. He was offering her more than a weekend fling.
Imani never dreamed that her journey to self-discovery would begin and not end by giving up her independence, turning over her life to his safekeeping. “Oh, Sir, I…I want you to take care of me!” Her voiced cracked on a sob.
Mac lost it, pulling her into his arms, plundering her soft mouth with his brutal kiss, possessing her now body, heart, and soul. Mac was bound to his female now, in fact, owned by her, as well.
Breaking his kiss, he turned on the water. Like most of the amenities within his home, his shower was custom-made, with a removable showerhead and multi water jets with programmable thermostat settings. As the water cascaded over them, Mac reached between them and ripped her panties from her, tossing them to the floor of the shower.
He pinned her with his hard body against the cool tiles, his hands cupping her breasts and his thumbs tracing circles over her hardened nipples.
Imani remained in place, totally at his mercy as he plundered her mouth with his own. Their tongues danced, pirouetting sometimes in tandem. Other times she followed his lead. The heated give and take of their kiss began to rekindle the burgeoning spark of their lust.
Reaching for her body wash, he put a generous amount upon her puff then began to wash her wet silky body, working up lather. He used the puff like one of his tools, alternating tender touches with firm strokes across her shoulders, breasts, and nipples, creating sweet agony that had her pussy flooded with wet warmth from within. The steamy jets of water added layers of sensations to her body as well, as he used her puff upon her. He dipped the puff between her thighs, purposely avoiding her pussy and washing her inner thighs, then went lower, gliding it over her calves and finally raising one delicate foot, then the other.
He turned her around again, pressing her breasts to the tiled shower wall, flattening them as he continued stroking the puff vigorously across her shoulders and back and down further. He brought the puff over her ass, dipping the puff between the round globes.
Imani moaned and begin to writhe, her hands splayed across the shower wall, as she panted in pleasure. She would never, ever look at a shower puff in the same way again! He wasn’t just washing her body but arousing her, using the puff to stimulate her in delicious ways.
Turning her around once more, he ran a long finger over her mound, feeling the coarse stubble that was coming in.
“Imani, do you wax or shave my pussy?” he asked her.
“I shave your pussy, Sir,” she whimpered. If the brother was calling it his pussy, who was she to argue?
“Then I’ll take care of that as well.” Mac reached into the caddy for his razor and Imani’s knees buckled. Mac growled and grabbed her around her waist to steady her. “Easy, baby…” he murmured. Assured she would stand on her own, he let her go, switching the multijets off but turning the showerhead on. He took a bath towel and spread it onto the floor of the shower then helped her upon it, spreading her thighs.
The plump glistening folds of her pussy were now visible. Her clit was swollen in arousal and beckoned like a homing beacon. He gently lathered his pussy and expertly shaved her bare, removing the new growth, leaving her outer lips smooth and sleek.
Mac shaving her, no, his pussy was really too much for her mind to grasp.
Then he stood above her and removed the showerhead, adjusting the speed of the water flow to pulsate, his intent clear and purely wicked.
“You will not come without my permission, Imani,” he firmly stated then aimed the pulsating water upon her freshly shaven pussy.
Imani’s head rolled back and her breasts thrust forward the moment the pulsating water made contact with her sensitive folds. The familiar, sweet ache of an approaching orgasm began to build rapidly.
“Oh, Sir, please may I come?” she wailed, grinding her pussy against the pulsating water. How many times had she done this to herself at home in the shower? It never took her long to get off and she was panicking, the sensations too good not to give in to.
She was dangerously close to climaxing. Her stomach was tight, her thighs trembling and she was humping the water like a she-devil in heat. Mac’s cock was pure steel from the visual.
“Oh, Sir, please! Please, may I come? Oh, Sir, let me come!” she pleaded. It was like her pleas were falling on deaf ears!
Instead, Mac adjusted the spray to a slow trickle, allowing her body to level off, denying her orgasm with one word. “No.” His tone left no room for negotiations.
“Get on your hands and knees, Imani, and present that sweet ass to me,” he commanded.
Shakily, she did as he bade.
“Spread your thighs wide, I want to see my pussy.” Imani obeyed, spreading her thighs, her ass up and her elbows planted flushed with the floor, her palms down.
Mac licked his lips from the sight of her pussy glistening from her juices. Adding to her torment, he slid in two of his long digits and began to finger fuck her tight entrance from behind. With each thrust the warm velvety depths of her pussy gripped his invading digits, causing her to pant and moan as she writhed in pleasure.
As before, without warning, he removed his fingers abruptly and brought his hand down firmly on her upturned ass. It was now wet, which caused the sting to be more pronounced. The sound of his palm connecting with her wet flesh was amplified by the acoustics of the shower.
Imani let out a cry, not from pain but of utter and sheer pleasure, her body nearly on sensory overload.
Mac rubbed the globe of her ass and smacked it a few more times in rapid succession, giving her that long-desired and awaited spanking. He turned the showerhead back to pulsate and aimed it between her splayed thighs while continuing to connect his big palm to her reddening backside, her pussy shining from the trail of her juices. This time Mac did not deny himself her taste. Leaning down, he replaced the pulsating shower with his tongue to gather those sweet juices. He dove deeply, gathering more of her exotic taste upon his tongue and growling his enjoyment. His tongue sliced through her plump folds, delving inside the tight tunnel of her pussy then licking back further still to the tight, pinched opening between her ass cheeks.
“Oh God, Sir, please let me come!” she begged. He responded by bringing his large palm down upon the other cheek. Imani began to slap the tiles of the shower and Mac raised his head to cruelly laugh.
“Oh no, kitten, there’s no tapping out in this match, you’ll come when I tell you to, or you’ll be punished for disobedience!” he ground out, then aimed the pulsating showerhead back between her legs, watching as she rocked back and forth, fucking the water and sobbing in pleasure.
She was not going to hold out much longer. “Come for me, Imani. Let me see you come, baby!” he commanded.
“Yes, Sir! Yes, Sir! Oh yes, yes…Sir!” Imani’s body fell apart. Her orgasm slammed her hard and gripped her in wave after wave of heated pleasure. Spent and unable to do anything else, she remained prone, her quivering body sated for now as she moaned and sucked her fingers.
Mac replaced the showerhead then reached down, turning her to face him. Her cheeks were completely flushed from her release and her breasts heaved erratically.
“Touch your pussy, kitten, and offer me your cream.”
Imani shakily placed her hand between her trembling thighs upon her cum-soaked pussy, the folds still tingling and sensitive, and dipped her finger inside, whimpering as she coated her fingers then lifted her hand, palm up with her offering. Mac took her fingers into his mouth and sucked them clean, and Imani damn near came again.
He fisted his hand in her hair, which had come undone from the braid and was now hanging in wet waves. The sight of her, naked, sated, and kneeling in front of him, had his primal nature roaring.
Imani’s eyes, however, could not hold his gaze. Her attention was on his engorged cock and she licked her lips.
“Don’t be afraid to ask me for what you want, baby girl,” he coaxed.
“Sir, may I kiss you there? May I take your cock inside my mouth and lick you like a lollipop?” she asked, now too far gone to be subtle.
Mac’s chuckle was sinister. “Oh yes, kitten, you may do just that.”
Imani grasped his turgid cock and wrapped her lips around the dampened head and began to lavish his cock with her brand of special attention. Never in her life had she’d been taken to this height of sexual bliss before. She’d never been so turned on as she was in this moment, kneeling upon the floor of Mac’s shower, her lips wrapped around his massive cock, tasting and teasing him to distraction.
The play of the color contrast of their skin added another dimension to her senses. His deep, dark cock was playing hide-and-seek between her lips as she skillfully licked and sucked him. She could feel him slightly tugging and fisting the wet strands of her hair while
his hips pumped, fucking her mouth. A few times she gagged when his cock hit the back of her throat, but she was determined to give to him all the pleasure she was capable of.
Mac, still ever the tutor, grabbed the base of his cock and withdrew from her greedy little mouth. He was dangerously close to coming. He spanked his cock across her waiting lips, teasing her. Imani had placed her palms upon his corded thighs for balance, opening her mouth like a hungry little bird.
“You want my dick back in your mouth, kitten?” Mac teased.
“Yes, Sir, you know that I do!” she whimpered, eyes bright with her arousal.
“I have someplace else in mind, kitten. Stand up,” he ordered.
Imani rose to her feet. Mac grabbed her around her waist, lifting her, and in one smooth stroke impaled her upon hard cock.
“Oh, God, Sir!” she cried out, his girth stretching her resistant inner muscles. Her vibrator wasn’t half as long or as wide as Mac’s cock. She clung to him as her body adjusted to the snug fit. “Oh you feel so good, Sir. Fuck me please!” she cried out, lost in pleasure.
Mac growled as he pulled out then plunged in, finding his rhythm as he fucked her. How many times had he envisioned doing this, fucking her with her long legs wrapped around his waist, her back pressed against his shower wall. He was now housed completely within the tight depths of her pussy, his cock becoming coated with her cream as he pounded his way inside her.
“Whose pussy is this? Whose!” he demanded as he fucked her without mercy, his balls like a pendulum slapping against her pussy with each powerful stroke.
“It’s your pussy, Sir, all yours!” Imani wailed, the tip of his cock making contact to her womb repeatedly.
As he continued to fuck her, he captured one of her nipples between his lips, nipping the tender peak. “Come for me, baby, come with me!” he bit out, watching as she came undone in his arms, crying out in the throes of her second release. Mac continued to stroke her with his cock throughout her orgasm. Then as his own hit, he withdrew his cock and let his seed wash down their wet bodies, his cock jerking with each hot spurt of his release. He leaned his forehead into the crook of her neck as he slowly lowered her to her feet, his breathing coming in hard pants. Damn, how long had it been since he’d had a proper release? Lifting his eyes, he looked into her flushed face and leaned down to kiss her tenderly, cupping her cheek.