She leaned closer, with a proud smile spreading across her face.
“That may all be true, but no one is packing anything worthwhile. If I’m going to be stepping out and doing this with Rick, then I’d at least like to be satisfied in ways he can’t.”
That’s when I realized she wasn’t only bored here. She was bored at home, too, and that was a whole different level of hunger she brought with her.
“Well, what are you looking for? I mean, what’s missing?”
She took another slow sip of her drink, eyes dragging up and down my body like she already knew exactly what I was working with. Women often knew just from my stature alone that I have a big dick. My height and my size fifteen shoe told that story. Some are, however, still shocked once they see how far my reach goes.
“I want something that’s going to touch my soul,” she said softly, and the way she looked at me told me she wasn’t just talking about emotion.
“You know, I bet you have exactly what I’m looking for. What is your name?” she asked.
“Proctor, but I’m not part of this freak fest y’all got going on.”
She smirked. “I know you’re not a part of it here, but maybe you can be sometime later. How do I get in contact with you?”
I leaned in just enough for her to feel my presence without touching her. “You’ll find me if you really want that action. Butjust know I don’t take it easy, and I’m not a minute man. I fuck for hours at a time, and I like to treat sex like an all you can eat buffet. Could you handle that?”
I remember her eyes darkened, and she touched her chest, biting her lip as I walked away. I wasn’t sure back then if I would ever see Cookie again, but safe to say, a couple of years later and plenty of money spent, she found me.
Our agreement stayed between us, just like my other side ventures. My son likes to call me a YN sometimes but if he knew what I really been doing all these years after meeting Cookie, he’d call me a gigolo, too.
I placed Cookie down on the floor and untied the leopard-print robe she had on. Of course, she had nothing underneath but surgical upgrades, with her breasts sitting high and round, hips sculpted just right. Though everything looked perfect, I can admit, it didn’t feel as soft and as real as the real thing. Bodies like Ari’s melted in your hand because God created that shit, and there is no surgeon that can mimic what God created like Ari’s body. I hate that I even experienced her ass because here I am appreciating Cookie’s frame a little less.
I grabbed Cookie’s wrists and crossed them above her head.
“You know the fucking drill. The more you move, the harder this gets for you.”
I breathed against her neck, letting my voice drag across her skin.
“Mmhmm.”
I took off my shirt, standing behind her, and she looked over her shoulder and bit her bottom lip. I’d gained a little weight on top of my muscle, but the muscle was still there.Nothing a few trips to the gym couldn’t fix. I wasn’t worried about how I looked.
It was about how I performed.
Cookie might’ve been my boss in our business deal but in this room, I was her boss, and I handled her like she worked for me. I turned my pleasure into hers, and I don’t think anyone in this world has had me in the way Cookie has. No one except for Ari. She matched my freak just as Cookie did.
“Turn around. Face that pole.”
I grabbed the thick chain from the ground and secured her cuffs around the pole with her arms up, back arched, legs slightly spread.
Tonight, instead of grabbing the paddles and whips, I decided I would be all hands on today, so I smacked her ass, and the sound echoed off the walls.
She whimpered, and I smacked the other cheek just because she was told to be quiet for the moment.
Cookie loved it when I hit her, but I knew she loved it when I put my face between her thighs and took my time tasting that pussy, so I went down to my knees behind her. I wasn’t above eating anything on Cookie as long as she was clean. When it was time to get nasty, I got nasty. That’s how I built my side riches in the first place.
After licking and devouring her pussy, I stood to my feet and adjusted myself, letting my presence speak before I did.
“Aight,” I said low. “Bend over. Grab your ankles, and don’t let go.”
Tonight wasn’t about toys. It wasn’t about props. It wasn’t about performance.
It was my first night out, and I couldn’t get the woman I wanted, so I was going to take control of the one who wanted me. It was the middle of the day, and I was about to fuck her like it was midnight. After all, in the dudgeon it’s always midnight.
I shoved my dick into her walls, and she screamed my name, getting smacked on the ass hard as shit because she knew the rules. There was no screaming until I told her ass to, and I don’t care how much dick I was throwing her.
