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CHAPTER 17

A WORTHY SACRIFICE

Julian

F or the umpteenth time, I debate whether to play music to greet Nadira as she enters my suite. The dilemma doesn’t end there. Which artist, genre, mood, and so many other options swirl in my head. With the musical decision up in the air, I tackle what to do about the lights, dimming them then returning them to normal, forever weighing the benefits.

Low lighting will add a sense of intimacy, but won’t grant me the privilege of seeing Nadira in her full glory. I can’t believe my indecisiveness, but the stakes have never been higher. On another trip to turn off the radio playing an R&B station, Leaper, who I brought as a surprise, jumps on the table and slams her paw on my hand. The action prevents me from stopping the music, and I take it as a sign to let the radio play.

Everything else in the room is good to go. Although Nadira is no nonsense, deep down, she has a soft romantic bone. I couldn’t spoil her in Spain, so tonight is my chance. Rose petals make a path from the entrance to the bedroom, filling the air with their heady fragrance. Champagne chills in an ice bucket, and a special chocolate cake sits in the kitchenette.

Leaper bumps her head against my arm. Instinctively, I lift her and she curls into my arm and hugs my bicep while we wait for Nadira to enter. Earlier in the day, I had the staff deliver a copy of the key to her. Ever since, she’s sent me tantalizing photos of an exposed limb, each more revealing than the last. She keeps me in a constant state of arousal.

The beep from the door’s automated lock tells me my waiting is over. I get into position, while the opening lines of SZA’s “Snooze” plays on the radio. Anticipation thickens the air, and I lick my lips in readiness.

Her padded footsteps near the bedroom and my mind fills with all the images she sent. How will my queen appear?

When she enters, my mind blanks.

“You went shopping.” The observation unintentionally pops out of my mouth and sounds dumb to my ears.

She immediately stiffens and wariness clouds her dark irises.

Her hesitation is clearly from my observation, but do I stop there? Of course not. My brain hasn’t come online yet and my moronic mouth has taken over. “The wig… and the outfit…” I shake my head to reset myself and give Nadira a proper response to the image she portrays.

Her wig, bone straight and blacker than obsidian, falls to her hips. The severe cut of her bangs frames her face. Her hair isn’t the only sign she means business tonight. Black adorns her, from her high-heeled patent leather stilettos, lace thigh-high stockings, leather bustier, and garter straps, to her silk crotchless panties, everything lovingly molds to her curves, announcing my inevitable downfall. She could put any dominatrix to shame. And I can’t wait for my defeat and ultimate submission at her hands.

“I thought you were done trying to kill me, but I see this is your new strategy. I like it.” I grin and widen my thighs to show her the effect she has on me.

Her eyes follow my movement. My open appreciation is the key, erasing the shadow dimming her eyes and restoring the lustful sheen from our murderous outing. She licks her lips and my cock, that has been in a state of readiness from all her teasing photos, jerks and leaks pearly fluid.

“Why are you kneeling on the floor?” she asks.

“Is this not how I should greet my queen when she promises me a feast?”

A tremor passes through her thighs.

“And that also requires you to be naked?”

“Because you appreciated looking at it so much this afternoon.”

The corner of her lips wobble before she suppresses her amusement. “And Leaper?”

Hearing her name, the cat stretches in my arm and curls into my chest.

“She missed her mama?”

“I’m not so sure.” Nadira takes the feline out of my arms.

The cat issues a mild protest before butting her head against Nadira’s chin, demanding affection.

“You’re not grown enough to witness what’s about to go down, but I’ll give you all the affection you need later.” Nadira exits the room, but I hear everything she says to Leaper. “Because tonight, my kitty is the only one getting tended to.”

Now my thighs tremble in anticipation for what’s coming. When Nadira re-enters the room, she doesn’t stop until she reaches me.

“Good, you’re still on your knees.” She raises her leg and places her foot on my shoulder.

Her hairless pussy fills my vision. Glistening brown lips expose a hint of dark pink flesh. At the top, her fat clit plays peekaboo between her labia. If the vision before me isn’t enticing enough to persuade a saint into sinning, Nadira’s sweet arousal wafting at me would even have the most chaste hurtling themselves to their ruin.

“Nadira…” My whimper is unintentional.

She tunnels her fingers through my hair, grabs a fistful at my nape, and pulls my head back until I meet her gaze. “So patient. How should I reward you for your suffering?”

“Don’t tease me. You know what I need.” I lean forward, closing the distance between me and my prize.

She jerks my head back, causing a pleasant sting in my scalp. “I have rules.”

“Whatever my queen desires.”

“I’m feeling very possessive tonight, so only I can touch my dick.”

“Yes, my queen.”

“And you come when I say.”

“Yes, my queen.”

Nadira releases me and steps away, taking my path to heaven with her. “Get on the bed. We’re going to test how well you handle these thighs.” She caresses her thick limbs.

I rise until I stand eye to eye with her because of her heels. “I can handle your thighs, ass, and everything else you want to throw my way. I’m at your disposal to use me as you will,”

Her breath hitches. Then she places her hand on my chest and gently pushes me toward the bed. “Why are you keeping me waiting?”

I grin and slowly walk backward until the bed connects with my shins. Once I’m in position, Nadira crawls over me and hovers her pussy above my mouth. Her thighs gleam from her leaking arousal. When I raise my head for my first taste, she surprises me by swinging around and pushing her ass in my face.

“You said you can handle anything. Show me what you’ve got.” She flips her long hair over one shoulder.

“Yes, my queen.”

With a knowing smirk, she lowers her ass. I grip her globes, exposing her pretty dark-brown rosette, and lick. The first taste unleashes the ravenous beast inside me.

Nadira gasps and moans while the noises coming from me resemble those of a greedy gremlin. When I register the liquid dripping on my chin, my gluttonous ass switches to lick the nectar freely flowing from her pussy. But I don’t leave that backdoor unattended. With my tongue up her pussy, gulping everything she has to give, I press my thumb inside her ass.

I’d be lying if I said Nadira’s pleasure was my sole focus. Somewhere in the lustful haze surrounding me, where I drown in her scent, my hunger takes over. My unquenchable thirst for her sweetness almost deafens me to her squeals.

Then she brushes her hair against my thighs. The tickling sensation heightens my senses, awakening my skin and the hairs along my legs to the slightest shift in the air.

“You suck my kitty so good, but…”

Her long pause causes me to stop. The thought that my selfishness is preventing her from getting what she needs triggers my doubts. If she finds me lacking, how will I make up for it?

“My dick looks so lonely standing to attention with nobody paying him homage. What should I do?” Her breath fans against my heated flesh.

I press my forehead against her thigh in relief. I’m not failing her. “Anything you decide will be a gift from heaven. You could punch me in the nuts and I’d come back for more if I could lick your pussy while you manhandle me.”

“As sweet as the sentiment is—” Nadira encircles my cock and strokes my length “—this work of beauty deserves adoration not abuse.” The heat from her breath blows stronger against my head, then she slows her strokes to a stop. “Did I say you were done? Or didn’t you mean it when you said you were going to make me squirt?”

“I hope you remember those words after you gush into my mouth.” I latch onto her clit and plunge two fingers into her tight channel, gently stroking the top of her vagina.

Her body tenses when I stroke against a firm area, so I do it again. A soul-deep groan issues from her before she says, “It’s on.”

Wet heat engulfs my cock. Sensations I’ve never experienced travel along the nerves in my body, electrifying everything on their way up to my hair follicles. My vision goes white, but being blind doesn’t stop me from licking and sucking or plunging my fingers in her ass and pussy.

I’ve waited a long time to experience this moment and nothing will stop me from living it to the fullest. The years of not knowing Nadira’s fate, but believing my soulmate would reappear to rescue me from my loneliness fed me for so long. But now, the reality of her, the warm flesh beneath my fingers and above my mouth, her sweet scent permeating my pores, and the sinful decadence of her vocalizing her pleasure, all make the years without her worthwhile.

My imagination is no competition for the way she dominates me and fulfills a craving I never knew I had. Yesterday, I said I was her subject, tonight I’ve become her slave.

Nadira lavishes my shaft and balls with attention, sucking at the skin, nibbling along my length, and sucking at the pre-cum copiously pouring from my head. My balls tighten and my thighs tremble, signaling how close to the edge I am. If she continues much longer, I won’t be able to follow her rules.

“Nadira,” I gasp the warning, unable to say more than her name.

She slowly eases off my cock. “Too much for my dick?”

“Give…me…a…sec…to get under control.”

She presses her pussy into my face, and I eagerly open to receive her. “Mmm, I don’t think I will. I want your cum.”

I shudder, conflicted between wanting to prolong the delicious torture and fulfilling her new desire. Of course, there’s no choice for me. My body, like everything else, exists to please my queen.

With my mouth and hands fully engaged to give Nadira an orgasm worthy of her, I try to hold off my release. This time, when she envelops me in her mouth, she doesn’t stop until I’m in her throat. I moan her name into her pussy, a prayer for my salvation and eternal damnation because nothing this good could exist without also being bad.

Her rhythm becomes choppy, the first sign that I’m close to my objective. Then her body shakes and a muffled scream that rises from her gut to wash over my cock precedes the flood that gushes into my mouth. I gulp every drop while the walls of her throat massage my cock. Each swallow causes me to shudder as the chains guarding my restraint shatter, and I explode.

In the room, our greedy feasting plays with Miguel’s “Teach Me” in the background. We slow around the same time, licking the remnants of each other’s cum from our thighs. I’m sure my face is a mess, but etiquette isn’t my concern, reaching every inch of Nadira’s skin blessed with her cum is.

When she twists away from me, I follow, not having found my fill. Nowhere is safe. I suck through her stockings to the skin beneath, lick her thighs, and revisit the treasure trove responsible for my insatiable hunger. Only when Nadira pushes at my head do I cease my feast.

“If you keep that up, I won’t have the energy to ride you. And letting this go to waste would be a sin.” She strokes my cock, which hasn’t softened since ejaculating.

“But…” Am I really about to protest?

“But what? You don’t want to fuck me?” Nadira removes a condom from a pocket on her bustier.

“That’s convenient.”

“It is, but it limits our fun times since it only holds one.”

I hold out my hand, but she swats it away.

“I’ll dress my dick myself, thank you very much.”

I raise both hands in surrender. Thank God, she doesn’t make me suffer as she rolls the condom down my length.

She nods toward the wall while pulling down the cups concealing her breasts from view. “Back against the headboard.” Her engorged nipples create a new craving that rivals the one I barely satisfied.

I lick my lips and crawl backward until I’m in position.

Nadira straddles me. Instead of teasing me, she seizes my cock and sinks, burying me inside her wet heat with a deep groan. “God, my dick feels so good inside me.”

I close my eyes as intense pleasure short circuits every synapse in my body. Sensations bombard and overwhelm me as her heat wraps around my length. I grit my teeth as I remind myself of everything I’ve done to prepare myself for our first time together.

My toes curl and the pressure in my groin builds, pain and pleasure at once and I can’t distinguish which I prefer. I have to hold myself together. I’ll never be worthy of my queen, but I damn well won’t disappoint her in this.

A slight pressure against my lips stops the flurry of thoughts and causes me to open my eyes again.

“Open up.”

Without thinking, I follow her command—something I’m always willing to do—and Nadira presses her nipple into my mouth.

“Now, fill my ass while I ride you.”

“Yes, my queen,” I mumble around her breast, feeling her shudder at the sensation, which continues as I press the two middle fingers of my right hand into her back entrance.

God, everything about Nadira is a gift to my senses. From the fine raised hairs along her arms to the tight, glove-like hold her ass has on my fingers.

She combs my hair away from my face. “That’s right,” she moans. “And because you’ve been so good, you can come whenever you want. I’ll have more fun reviving you and making you come over and over until I’m satisfied.”

Her praise exhilarates me while her threat electrifies me, and I consider the possibilities. All thought ends abruptly when Nadira vigorously rises and plunges herself on my cock. Her nails dig into my biceps as she fucks the sanity out of me. She uses me like a toy built for her pleasure—I am—and compliments me for making her feel so good.

I don’t know which gives me more satisfaction, her admiration or her sensual gratification. All that matters is I’ll spend the rest of my days delighting in meeting all her needs and relishing her responses.