“Room down the hallway. Door to the left,” Daniel says, and closes his eyes as he takes another drag. “You clean up your own mess.”
I take Connie by the hand and pull her along behind me as we head inside, passing drunken people passed out in the hallway or talking quietly. This apartment is filled with luxury and excess. No expense has been spared. And the people who come here to party are the untouchables. The rich and spoiled. The ones who look down their noses at people like Daniel while simultaneously buying his drugs from him. I step over some college kid who’s sneakers look like they’re worth more than Daniel’s entire house and tut. Rich or poor, alcohol fucks us all up the same.
I head into the spare room at the end of the hallway, closing the door behind us, and turn to Connie.
“You should know something before you do this,” I say, slowly unbuttoning my shirt.
“What?” Connie replies, pulling her tight red t-shirt over her head, her thick afro bouncing around her shoulders. She reaches around and unclips her bra, freeing her breasts, and my gaze falls to her hard, brown nipples. I lick my lips as she grabs her breasts in her hands and squeezes them, giving a fake groan.
“I’m in charge. You do what I say, when I say it, and how I tell you to do it. Understand?”
“What?” She stops undressing as I slide my shirt off and hang it on the door handle. She stares up at me, her gaze dipping to my firm chest. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” I reply, stalking forward and unbuckling my belt before sliding it out of the loops of my pants, “you listen, you learn, and you do what I say. In return, I promise you the best night of your life.”
I hold out one of my hands, and she stares at it uncertainly before lowering her hand into mine. I nod toward her other hand, and she does the same.
“We got a deal?” I ask, and she nods, all too eager to agree even though she doesn’t really understand what she’s agreeing to.
I bring the belt up and wrap it around her wrists before buckling it tight so her hands are bound, then I make an extra loop at the other end of the belt. Her chest heaves as she looks between me and her bound wrists and licks her tongue along her bottom lip, fear and excitement dousing her features.
I reach out and cup her cheek before stroking my thumb across her bottom lip. “It’s okay. I’m not going to hurt you, Connie.”
Taking hold of the loose end of the belt, I pull her toward the wall where a punching bag hangs, then let go of her for a second to reach up and unhook it before laying it down on its side. Then I grab the belt loop and slot it on to the hook. She’s on her tiptoes, and hugely uncomfortable, going by the grimace and wide-eyed expression on her face, as she tries to keep her balance.
I start to unzip my pants. “Keep still,” I order. She continues to sway and fret, and I scowl as I grab hold of her, stilling her instantly. “I said keep still,” I demand. She stops moving, her stomach muscles taut as she uses everything she has to keep herself from swaying. She nods, her eyes on mine.
I let her go. “We need a safe word.”
Her eyes go wide. “A safe word?”
A small smile lifts the corners of my mouth. “In case it gets…a bit much for you.”
Relief floods her features, and she bites on her lower lip flirtatiously. “How about Budweiser?” She laughs, though I can see the strain on her face from standing like that. Her breathing is becoming rapid through arousal and nerves.
I pull a condom out of my pocket and push my pants and boxers down my muscled thighs, watching as her gaze falls to my heavy cock. She swallows, her chest rising and falling so much, I’m surprised she isn’t hyperventilating. She licks her lips, her eyes still on my throbbing cock.
I take a step toward her before reaching out to stroke a hand along her waist. “How about…titilate?”
“Titilate?” She giggles, her gaze moving up to meet mine.
I tear open the condom with my teeth, throwing the wrapper to one side before sliding it down my throbbing shaft. I look up at her hungrily. “Yeah, titilate.”
Her mouth hangs open like a fish out of water, and I drop to my knees less than an inch away from her pussy. “Okay, okay,” she agrees quickly.
“Titilate it is then,” I say with a smile before grabbing the back of her ass and lifting her so her legs hook on to my shoulders and her wet pussy is on my face. I bury my tongue in her folds, lapping at her juices as I crook a finger inside her and begin strumming her body.
Connie bucks against me, grinding against my face and hands as much as she tries to pull away from the intensity. I use both my hands to spread her thighs wider, sliding my tongue along her and dipping it into her hot center before sucking on her clit. She cries out, panting as she continues to grind her throbbing pussy against my face.
“Oh God, yeah!” she moans into the air.
In a sudden move, I stop and look up at her. I drag a hand across my mouth, wiping away her juices, and smile darkly.
“What? Don’t stop!” she pleads, looking down at me. “I’m so close, don’t stop!”
I drop her legs off my shoulders and slowly rise to my feet. I slide my tongue up her stomach to her breasts where I suck each one of her dark nipples into my mouth and grab her ass firmly in my hands. I stand to my full height, bowing my neck slightly so we’re face to face.
“You don’t control this, I do. I decide if you get to come or not, got it?” I say, my lips against the side of her neck. I slide my tongue up her throat until I reach her earlobe, then suck it into my mouth, letting it back out with a loud pop.
