“I gotta pull out of you little owl before I spill all of me inside of you.” His came out strained as his body tensed.
“Kenric.” I gasped his name out as he pulled out and slid his meaty dick up and down the lips of my pussy.
He rubbed the tip of it in circles around my clit until I felt myself getting ready to fall apart in his arms.
“Put it back in.” I begged.
His arms flexed beneath me and with one slick thrust, his dick went to the hilt of my pussy. My body stiffened as a moan got trapped in my throat. Kenric was blessed below, I found myself addicted to the way his dick filled me completely leaving no space for doubt. It dominated me in every way, so he was right when he said that I fell in love with it first.
With a harsh groan, he doesn’t wait for me to recover as my inner muscles clamp down on his thick veiny shaft thenspasmed. Soon as I started to cum, Kenric lifted me mercilessly higher and slammed me down on him. He fucked me balls deep and each sharp thrust was accompanied by filthy words.
Each stroke hit something inside of me that sparks more ecstasy. Next thing I know, I’m cumming back-to-back begging him for mercy. I profess all sorts of things, even love without holding back because I expect him to understand what he’s doing to me, mentally and physically.
Suddenly he holds still inside of me, reach between my legs and stroke my clit softly making my inner muscles contract around him.
“I can’t cum anymore,” I sighed with wide eyes.
“You can little owl, don’t you want my nut deep inside of you?”
I felt my cheeks grow hot as his mouth latched on to my titty. He sucked my nipple as he picked up his pace. He pounded me deeply as I kissed his shoulder, the suction of his mouth on my nipple grew intense as I feel another orgasm take over my body. It was just as intense as the other ones, Kenric pulled me against him until it felt like we were glued together. His strong arms wrapped around my lower back; a low guttural growl left his lips as his dick jerked violently inside of me.
“So much for swim lessons.” He chuckled dryly before placing a kiss on my forehead.
PATIENCE WINS WARS…
Today wasthe first time I let her leave. Not escape me by figuring out a way to break free from me but leave willingly with Staress. A week had gone by, an entire seven days of her playing the violin every single day for me. She asked questions about each one of my owls that she spotted at night or during the day watching her.
Mira was eager to see everything again and again inside of Grand Corp and I let her. She walked amongst my staff, smiled in their faces and even spent a lot of time with me down in my lab. We fucked right next to my fresh bed of Owlette flowers. She loved the way they glowed whenever the lights were dim. Mira expressed how she fell in love with the smell of them, then she begged me to teach her how to help care for them.
I agreed, not because I wanted to, but because I enjoyed the way her big eyes lit up whenever I said yes. Mira mentioned how Darius let her drive his car from time to time. That day my mood completely shifted, anger rose inside of me but to my surprise it simmered down when I realized that maybe it was good for her to talk about the little things that he fucked her over on.
Pops was a shitty husband, but he would never allow my momma to walk the streets when he had plenty of cars for her to drive. The next day after having that conversation with Mira, I took her down to my underground parking garage and let her pick out whichever car she wanted. I had several cars, half of them I never drove since I always had a driver.
I remembered the way Mira’s eyes danced with delight the moment she spotted the smallest of the luxury cars, her fingers pressed eagerly against the glass as she peered in, already imagining herself behind the wheel. The car was a sleek, pearl-colored coupe, a toy among titans in the Grand Corp garage, but it drew her in with its quiet promise of freedom to roam and explore new things without having to catch a bus.
She was almost childlike then, she twirled the key fob between her fingers, her laughter rung through the concrete chamber as she slid into the driver’s seat and ran her hands along the buttery leather.
It all did something to me, seeing her like that—a kind of joy unburdened by worries, a brightness that made the edges of the world seem less sharp in my own eyes. I leaned against a pillar and just watched and savored that moment as she adjusted the mirrors and pretended to navigate invisible streets, her smile was soft and unguarded. I already knew once I gifted her the car the next thing that would follow was her asking to test it out. I had pushed those thoughts out of my head and just continued to enjoy the moment.
It was rare for me to witness happiness so untainted, and rarer still to realize I had offered her the opportunity for it. When she beckoned me over, Mira insisted for me to join her for an imaginary spin, I felt the warmth of her excitement settle inside me, then surprised myself when I joined her. Each moment with her was something different, yet something I longed to do or try over and over again with only her.
The soft clack of ivory against my mahogany board echoed through the stillness of my study. Bringing me back into reality as I slid the black knight into the position with a steady hand, even though my mind was ten miles away, trailing behind my little owl like a fucking shadow.
This morning, she cheerfully declared a girl’s day out smoothly and even offered for Staress to come with her. Mira wanted to get out of Grand Corp for the day and check on her friend Yvette. It was on the tip of my tongue to say no. But those big hopeful eyes forced me to give her two hours, then I added four more hours when I discovered that this would be a good test.
I had some of my men follow her and Staress discreetly, but it still felt like I couldn’t breathe right with her outside of Grand Corp away from me. I moved the white queen diagonally, taking my bishop. A small sacrifice. Strategic. Measured. Calculated loss to ensure greater control later.
I looked across the room, all three of my owls watched me with an eerie silence as I played the board. Two of them accompanied Josie, they followed me from my room into my study once Mira had left. My owl Sable, the dark feathered one blinked slowly with his age-old glare like he was judging every move I made. Most of the time he stayed in my room, close to the roof. At night he roamed then came back late in the day covered in blood. Then there was my owl Zeus, he kept tilting his head to the side out of curiosity. Zeus was always quiet and observantand would leave for days at a time but always seemed to make his way back home.
Josie fluffed her feathers close to the window; her eyes darted around like she too was waiting impatiently for Mira to walk back in breathe life into this stiff space we shared. Josie felt the good shift and aura that came with Mira. Now that she wasn’t here, it bothered her as much as it did me.
“She got you tripping too, huh?” I muttered to Josie as I pushed my next piece forward.
I placed my focus back on my board since it never lied to me. Everything in my life boiled down to this…black versus white. Power versus patience. Once I made my move, I owned whatever consequences that followed. But with Mira, she made me second-guess some of my moves. I glanced at my phone for the fifth time and cringed with self-awareness. Mira had a phone now with only my number locked in.
I expected a call, I wondered if she was thinking of me like I was of her. Mira wasn’t just some pawn that I slid across my board. She was the queen piece that I didn’t see coming, powerful in her own right, and smart with soft edges. I thought about calling one of the men that I had watching her closely to force her back here but decided against it quickly.
I tried to tell myself that I was just being cautious when I picked my phone up and thought about calling her. Told myself that it was only right to keep her safe, to keep tabs, but even as I continued to glide pieces across my chess board, I couldn’t seem to stop the uncertainty that gnawed at me. The seconds ticked on, deliberate and loud, as if the room itself measured my restraint.
