by Shay Violet
He hooked his fingers into my stockings and pulled them down to my ankles. He threw my stiletto across the room along with my hosiery and then did it with my other leg as I giggled delirious at how much I wanted him.
“Your fucking thighs,” he groaned as he stood up now, kicking off his boxer briefs and revealing his swollen cock. “I’m going to fuck your brains out, Tyesha. Fuck going to New York. I’m not leaving this room until you beg me to stop. I want you limping when I’m done with you.”
He picked me up and carried me to the messy king bed that overlooked Rock Creek and Pennsylvania Avenue. I would never have imagined in my wildest dreams that I’d be making love to this man a stone’s throw away from my childhood home.
I’d never imagined I would bend my body at his command, that I’d let him put his cock in the places he put it that morning.
My body belonged to him, in every way. My heart too, as hard as that was to admit. Ezra Brannigan owned my soul, anything he wanted he could have.
All he had to do was ask. Or demand. I liked that even more.
“I want to fuck you in every hole,” he growled. He threw me on the bed and before I could think, he was on top of me and then inside me, his cock so hard that I winced, the size of it filling me. “You’re so tight, baby. That pussy of yours… I would fucking kill every man on earth for it. Do you know that, baby?”
I was crying out now, begging for him to fuck me harder.
“You’re going to regret saying that,” he laughed as he held onto the upholstered raw silk headboard. He used it for leverage as he fucked me, merciless, making me scream out in both pain and pleasure. He was splitting my pussy open, the fucking was that hard.
I’d never even imagined how hard a man could fuck a woman until that moment.
My cries only made him harder, only made him want to rage against my curves more.
“God, your body was built for sex,” he said as he flipped me over, making me get on all fours. “Do you love it, Tyesha? Do you love getting fucked? My sweet little assistant, teasing me all these years with this body. Do you like when daddy fucks you so good?”
I moaned at the filthy words coming out of his mouth. How did he know all my kinks before I said them?
“Yes, Daddy,” I cried out. “Fuck me more, baby. This pussy is all yours.”
“Baby, it’s all I want,” he said as he hands reached underneath me to fondle my large breasts, my nipples so hard that it was painful. I could feel my arousal sticky between my thighs. “I can smell the sex, Tyesha. We did that, didn’t we?”
I nodded. “Yes, baby. You did that to me.”
Before I knew it, his face was under me now, his tongue on my pussy as I stayed still on all fours, shaking from pleasure.
“You taste so good I can’t stop,” he roared, sitting up again and pulling me against his shaft, entering me easily. “Oh baby. So wet for me. I slid right in.”
I was sore already from the pounding he’d just punished me with, and I supposed he could tell, because he fucked me slowly now, whispering filthy things as he did.
I loved his dirty talk. I loved how I could be as kinky as I wanted to be with him and still feel completely loved and desired.
I straddled him next, and he gazed at me in wonder as I rode his dick, touching myself to please him, to entertain him.
I wanted to be the only woman who could ever make him feel this good.
“Daddy,” I whispered. “I want to be so good for you. Do you like it?”
“Fuck when you talk like that, it’s so hard not to come,” he said, but his hands were clutching my hips now, beckoning me to move faster. “You’re so fucking hot.”
I gyrated and moved his hand to my left nipple.
“Pinch it,” I begged and when he did I came incredibly hard, the pain mixed with the feel of him inside me, setting me off.
Time flew by. We’d alternate between doing and saying the filthiest of things to the sweetest. We made love on the plush carpeting of the living room, missionary style. He was slow and tender and each time I was close to coming he’d speed up enough to get me there, never concerned about himself.
Only concerned with me.
“I love you,” he said it a million times. “I love you so much, Tyesha. I know I only say it when I’m inside of you, but I mean it.”
I nodded, shaking underneath him.
“I love you too,” I confessed over and over. “I always did.”
* * *
We were in the shower later, together, washing our bodies. There was a large bench inside and I sat out on it, my legs splayed open for him as he devoured me again and again.
Who knew showers could last an hour and a half?
Yet he still hadn’t come. He was a beast, truly. I don’t know how he fought it off, but he couldn’t get enough of me.
“Don’t you want to finish?” I asked him as we lay tangled up in bed together, the towels we’d wrapped ourselves in after the shower on the floor. “I want you to feel good too, baby.”
“I’d love to,” he said pulling me on top of him. “I want to come inside you every single day, Tyesha. It’s all I think about.”
His hands were on my ass again, the part of me he was obsessed with the most.
“Is it dirty to want you inside me…” I looked back at the ass he was holding so tightly. “You know? There?”
His eyes widened now. “Are you serious? I… Of course, I’ve thought of that a million times, but I would never want to pressure you…”
“But I’m offering it to you,” I said. I turned around, so it was in his face. “I’ve never had a man fuck me… like that. It could be something I give to you…”
“Tyesha…” His hands were rubbing me now, and I noticed how engorged his cock was since I’d started talking about it. “I have never wanted anything more in my life. No man has ever…”
I shook my head, embarrassed. “I’m an anal virgin, Mr. Brannigan. I’ve never done that or wanted to do that with anyone… but you.”
“Let’s warm up to it then,” he said, pushing me gently back on the bed. “I want you nice and wet… it might hurt a bit. And I’ll stop if you want. But it might be hard to stop… Fuck, it won’t take me long to come at all. I can’t imagine how good that ass feels.”
“I’m letting you have it,” I said, touching his face. “Because I love you. And I know you love me… I just want to make you happy, baby.”
We kissed then, and he slid inside me, warming me up before he slid inside the other entrance.
“I love you,” he said. He had slid out of me now, and the tip of his cock now pressed against my asshole. “You sure, baby?”
I nodded. “Yes. Please. Fuck me there, Daddy. No one’s been there, baby. I want you to have it.”
I thrust my hips up to give him easier access. He slid it slowly in and yes, it hurt at first. I won’t lie. I cried out and I know he would have stopped if I told him to, but I also will never forget the look on his face the second he pushed his cock further in.
His eyes literally rolled into the back of his head.
“This is fucking unreal,” he said as he gently thrust in and out of my ass. “I won’t last long, baby. This is the best piece of ass in the fucking world…”
“Come inside it,” I begged. “Please.”
He erupted in that moment. A moan escaped his lips, the kind I’d never heard before, a primal moan of pure desire, pleasure, hedonism, and sin. I felt him empty inside me, in a sacred place I’d never imagined letting anyone in, and though it hurt, it also felt so good to make the man I love come so hard and so long.
If he ever doubted how I felt, I’d erased them all with this single moment.
* * *
Needless to say, we didn’t get to New York until long into the evening.
We’d napped after he finished, our limbs intertwined, our heartbeats in sync. I’d never felt so close to a human in all my life.
It scared me senseless.
Ezra couldn’t stop touching me or kissing me. He was so affectionate, so unlike the man I’d known all these years.
On the plane we didn’t even bother to pretend to be professional. We made love again as we took off, in the back bedroom where flight attendants were told not to bother us under any circumstance.
My body was aching from the constant sex, but it was absolutely worth it.
I never wanted to stop.
11
Yet, as usual, in my life — I was my worst enemy.
I overthink things. I’m not someone who takes things easy and I never take things at face-value.
While we were in New York and Ezra was in meetings, I started to overthink. A lot. I started to think about how this was all a mistake and that Ezra Brannigan was going to break my heart. There was no way he would only want me. Who was I? Shouldn’t he have been with a socialite or royalty or… something?
Besides, I had plans. I needed to keep my eye on the prize. I had goals and ambitions. Did a Lady Leopard give those things up for a man? Hardly. That wasn’t how I was raised. I had worked my ass off for so many years, determined to be someone other than someone’s wife or mistress. That wasn’t what I was put on earth for.
Even if it was Ezra Brannigan’s heart I broke, I had to do it.
I told myself it’s just how it had to be.
I had to break his heart… before he broke mine.
* * *
I was a coward. I did it through email while he was at a conference. A conference I knew he’d be in all day.
Ezra—
I can’t face you. Which is why I’m emailing you. Just like I could never put my notice in person… You have such control over me. For years, there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t have done for you. It was my job, but now I realize it was more than that. And that scares me. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I have so much to lose. I have other people to think about… My mother. My brother. My community. I can’t get lost, I can’t be selfish, as much as I want to be. I was telling the truth when I told you I love you. I do love you. Which is why I have to end things. I’m too scared to love Ezra Brannigan. To lose you would be devastating. And it would be inevitable, wouldn’t it? I have ambitions and things I want to do with my life. Things that would require someone who has to put me first. That’s not fair to ask of you. I don’t even know what you want. We have never talked about it.
I’m sorry,
Tyesha
I had left a read receipt on it, so I knew he read it.
He didn’t reply.
* * *
That weekend I flew to my mother’s house. She was recovering really well, but when I walked into her room, I could tell she was surprised Ezra wasn’t with me.
“Where’s Mr. Brannigan?” she said, sitting up.
“Sorry to disappoint you, but it’s just me this time,” I said. “He’s working. Remember, he’s my boss. Or was.”
“What do you mean?” she asked. “You quit?”
“I told you I was going to quit,” I said. “I’ve got stuff to do, things to accomplish.”
“You really think I’m stupid, don’t you?” Momma didn't often shake her head and frown deeply. At least not to me.
I looked at her, stunned.
“Of course, not,” I said. “Why would you say such a thing?”
“Because you really think I don’t notice the two of you?” She laughed. “Stealing looks, glances. I saw you kissing in the hallway when you thought I was asleep. Mr. Brannigan is not just your boss.”
I rolled my eyes. “Fine. Yes. Things got complicated. I messed up. We crossed some boundaries we shouldn’t have, and it got messy.”
“Messy to who? You? Or him?” she said. “Tyesha, you know I’m proud of you. You’re the smartest person I know, but also the dumbest.”
“What?” I guffawed. “The dumbest?”
“You’re going to let that man get away from you?” she continued. “If that’s the case, you’re definitely the dumbest.”
“You don’t get it, Momma. It’s complicated. It’s not that easy.”
“Love never is,” she said. “And that man loves you, Sweet-T. And you love him. I know it, because you’re running as far away from him as you can.”
Tears sprang to my eyes.
“Of course, I love him,” I admitted. “But it could never work. He doesn’t understand what I’ve been through, where I come from. I have a duty to give back and be something. I don’t just want to be his wife or side-piece. I need to create something on my own.”
“Has he ever implied you couldn’t?” Momma asked. “Has he ever said anything that would make you feel he wouldn’t want all of those things for you?”
“No…” I said. “We haven’t talked about it.”
“But here you are having the conversation without him.” Momma shook her head. “You won’t even give the man a chance. All he’s done is show you he loves you. Look what he did for me! Set me up with the best surgeon in all the land and paid for it to boot.”
I froze. What had she just said?
“What do you mean he paid for it?” I asked. “What are you talking about?”
Momma smirked. “Yep. Paid for my surgery and all my needs for afterwards. Also made a donation to the hospital in your sister’s name.”
Goosebumps rose on my skin. What had I done?
“I only found out because the front desk let it slip. He didn’t want to make a thing of it,” Momma said, now tears were in her eyes. “He donated five million dollars to the kids’ cancer ward in your sister’s honor. They’re going to name it for her, baby. I wasn’t supposed to say nothing but you’re making a huge mistake, so Momma had to step in.”
“Oh my God.”
What had I done? I was an idiot. A complete fool.
“I need to get to New York,” I said, standing up. “Thanks, Momma. You’re right. Damn, you’re so right. I just hope I’m not too late.”
* * *
By the time I caught a last-minute flight, it was late at night in New York.
I knew he was in The Hamptons. He’d told me that’s where he was going after the conference, to his home in the country’s richest zip code.
I had to pay an arm and a leg to convince an Uber driver to take me to him. Even if it meant getting there in the middle of the night.
Some things can’t be said in email, text, or even over the phone.
I needed to see Ezra face to face.
I had to say I was sorry.
And I had to tell him, he could have me always.
If he still wanted me.
I reached his house at close to two in the morning. The front light was still on. I wondered if he was up. Or maybe he’d brought another woman home, someone to use to get over me.
I hoped not, but I wouldn’t blame him. He had every supermodel in the world on speed-dial.
As crazy as it was, I knocked on his door.
And within thirty seconds, he opened it.
He was awake.
And he was not happy with me.
* * *
His gaze was intense now. There was a darkness behind his eyes and my body quivered when I thought about what it would feel like to have him take his frustrations out on my body.
“Kneel,” he demanded as he stood, imposing, in the doorway of his massive sunk-in living room. I’d joined him in there when he’d mercifully allowed me in to plead my case.
“Yes, baby,” I said, obliging him. I would do anything he wanted if it meant he’d take me back.
He unzipped his pants and undid his belt buckle. My thighs were shaking. I wanted to make him feel so good. I wanted to make up for what I’d done.
“Tyesha, I love you,” he said, his voice stern. Like I was about to be pu
nished. “But you about killed me, leaving me like that after our week together. And through a fucking email? I’ve never told anyone the things I told you. I fucked you and came inside you without protection because I needed you and wanted you that badly. I still do. Hell, I want to fuck you right now, and I just might. But it won’t be gentle or sweet. What do you have to say for yourself?”
“I’m so sorry,” I cried. “Desperately sorry. Please. Forgive me.”
I stared up at him now. He’d pulled his cock out which was angry and erect and I could see the veins throbbing along the length of it.
“Suck it, Tyesha,” he said. “Show me how sorry you really are.”
I took all of him into my mouth, the heat of his cock and the wetness of my eager mouth making us both moan and sigh as he fucked my face, punishing me for hurting him like I knew I had.
I gulped him down, my mouth sliding up and down faster and then slower, making him gasp, thrilling at the sound of his gratification, knowing that no other woman could ever suck this cock like I could.
Because no one had loved a man as much as I loved Ezra Brannigan.
It didn’t take long until he filled my mouth with his seed. The yell he let out as he orgasmed filled the inside of his mansion, making us grateful his closest neighbors were a half mile away.
“Fuck you’re so good at that,” he said as he zipped his pants back up. “You’re going to do that a lot more, Tyesha. Do you like sucking my dick?”
“I love it,” I said, my eyes on his now so he’d know how much I meant it. “I will service you until forever, my love.”
“Stand up,” he commanded. “And take your clothes off. All of them.”
He watched as I stripped down to nothing, my curves naked before him and it took everything in me not to touch myself as he watched me.
I wanted him more than I ever had before. I needed him.
“Hands behind your head,” he said, approaching me as his eyes roamed all over me. “Elbows straight out to the sides. Legs apart.”
I complied with his every order, standing naked, helpless, and completely vulnerable before him, the taste of his cock and come still fresh in my mouth. The fact that he was completely dressed only ramped up the intensity, made the power dynamic between us even more blindingly clear.