The whole scene was hot as fuck and had me bothered to the tenth degree. This was the only place I could demonstrate my own need to take control over my sexual desires. So one of my kinks was to see bad ass women doing the same.
“Ooh shit, I swear I love the fuck out of a woman who can train these niggas up. Yes, queen, tame his fucking ass just like that,” I said more to myself but of course I caught the attention of a bystander who had on only a pair of black pants and shoes, his ripped chest covered in tattoos on display. I scanned him, taking him in as I slowly brought my eyes back up to his hickory-colored skin. Once I finally made it up to his eyes, his panty-wetting smile greeted me before he spoke.
Gotdamn, this man is fine as hell, Johnni.
And he was. I had seen quite a few possible playthings for my weekend, but once I caught Mr. Big and Tall’s gaze, I knew I had to have only him. Then he opened his mouth and his deep huskytone flowed out, sending a tickle to my clit, further reading as proof that I wanted him in the worst way.
“You said that like you’re not a submissive princess.” I scoffed as I rolled my neck, preparing to say something slick. By the time I went to speak, Mr. Big and Tall was moving on just as fast before I could get my words out.
My eyes followed the unknown fine ass stranger until he was out of my view, with my mouth finally getting the words out.
“I’m not. But, shit, if you want to try to tame me, I’m up for the challenge to become whatever you want me to be.” This time my words went unheard by the people around me.
I tried to put my attention back on the stage, but my mind was officially gone off that man who’d just walked away. I was up with my feet planted on the ground now, going on a search.
I knew who I wanted this weekend and I didn’t even know his name.
My head bobbed around as I did my best to see if I could see him. Once I put my eyes near the elevator and caught his sly smirk, he stood there waiting as if he knew I’d come looking for him.
I switched my hips over to him.
He chuckled as his perfect white teeth began to show.
God, down to the smile.
“Only come this way if you’re ready for me to take control and show you how to be a good girl.”
I smirked as I placed my hand on my hip, tossing it out.
“Nope, but I would love for you to try to. Trust me, this mouth does more than talk shit, Mr. Big and Tall.”
He chuckled as he lustfully eyed me up and down, stroking his beard.
“The name is Courtland, baby girl.”
“Lourdè.” I hardly ever gave my first name while at the club, opting to use my middle as my alias.
After our introduction, Courtland held out his hand, leading me onto the elevator that had just opened right on cue. I was ready to play and prayed like hell Courtland could back up his claim to make me his good girl because right now all I wanted to do was be bad for him.
“Tell me, baby girl, what’s your fantasy?” Courtland asked as his hand lingered, hitting a button before selecting floor two.
“I want you to mark this pussy up as yours,” I said with a sly smirk as I took his hand, letting his fingers dance down my body, placing it on my bare kitty.
Courtland chuckled. “Oh trust me. Once I get in it, it’s gon’ be mine.” The elevator dinged before the doors opened, but that didn’t stop him from sliding two thick digits inside me. The doors shut just as my moan left my lips. His mouth overtook mine, stealing my breath as if it belonged to him now too. Courtland’s free hand gripped my neck, just as the first one was setting to explode through my core. The elevator doors came open again. This time with a group of people getting on in the process, pushing us to the back. I closed my eyes just as I peaked, not caring if the people were watching us.
“Ooh, yes, just like that, Lourdè. Cum for me while these people watch us,” he commanded roughly while his hands remained inside me, stroking me gently while we rode the elevator up.
This time, when we came to a stop, I blushed as we made our way off, avoiding eyes from the audience and the round of applause from them.
“Gotdamn, and that was only an appetizer. I’ma have fun with your fine ass, Lourdè.” And I believed his words to be true as he led me to a private room for us to play.
TWO
Courtland “Tunk” Floyd
An earthy scent hit my nose as a drift pushed past me while I looked through my scope at the scene below. My SEAL team and I were currently on a mission to clear out a potential dead zone to set up shop. We needed a quiet area so we could hopefully get eyes on the enemy. Today was a clean mission—in and out. My crew crept around the back entrance of the building we were moving in on.
“HooYah, muthafuckas. Let’s do this shit! A simple sneak and peek, niggas,” I said into my headpiece, hyping my team up. There were four of us here. I had my best crew with me—Gene, Jackson, and Davidson.
