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Dazzling.

Tantalizing.

Eerily satisfying.

Overly critical.

Secretively comforting .

She forked the final string bean on her plate. Princess wasn’t a shy eater. She cleared ninety percent of her serving and kept her words at a minimum as she did so. Talking with a mouth full of food was a pet peeve of her mothers that had become a pet peeve of hers, she’d expressed.

The silence gave me the time I needed to gather myself. I was unraveling at the twirl of her index finger. The room grew warmer with each statement she made. Suddenly, the AC pushed cold air through the private yacht and provided me with a more tolerable body temperature.

She pulled the glass of water toward her before lifting it from the table. Her throat expanded and then imploded with each sip. I closed my eyes, trying to rid my thoughts of the visuals she’d created the first night I experienced her in ways I had never imagined I’d experience her.

I clenched my jaw, causing a slight pain inside my mouth. My composure was harder to maintain control of than a pack of young niggas with empty bellies and financial responsibilities at home. At the sound of the glass colliding with the table, I reopened my eyes to find her staring back at me.

“Have you finished your meal, Israel?” She inquired, never taking her eyes off me.

“I am. Are you?”

Slowly, her head lifted and fell. Her tongue swiped across her lips as they parted. I waited, anxiously, for her to release the next set of words. They were at the tip of her tongue, where I wanted to be. I sipped from the cup of water in my hand.

“I am. I’ll have you next.”

Her statement took me by surprise. I failed to get the water down the right pipe. Still, I held myself together as it threatened to choke me to tears. When the chaos happening down my pipes subsided, I stood from the table.

Talking was no longer necessary. She’d made herself clear. She was ready for my dick to touch the same places her food had. She wanted me for dessert. And, whatever Princess wanted, Princess would get.

With the linen spread, I cleared the table completely. Dishes spilled onto the floor. So did her red roses. She watched with patient eyes as they tumbled onto the floor.

“Roulette.”

“I liked them,” she admitted.

Her deflated chest and wrinkled eyebrows that gathered near the center of her forehead led me to believe it was much deeper than the roses. Impulsively, I pried.

“Have you never received roses, Princess?”

Slowly, she lifted her gaze to meet mine. Those big, pretty eyes mirrored her feelings. For the first time, I could read her like a page from my favorite book. My heart broke in half. I rushed to the floor.

My knees hit the carpet before I could stop myself. I flipped the linen and found the flowers in the wreckage. I collected each loose stem that had slid from the kraft paper as they fell to the ground.

They weren’t as perfect as they had been, but they were presentable when I stood again. The heaviness in my chest exposed my truth. I felt something for Roulette. Something different. Something suppressed. Something inexplicable. It wasn’t as deep as love, but it surely wasn’t as surface-level as lust. It was right in between.

“I apologize.”

“Deposits. Wires. Cars. Businesses. Bags. Clothes. Shoes. Jewelry.” She chuckled, but there was so much more laced in the sarcasm falling from her lips. “Homes. Vacations. Flights. Anything I’ve ever asked for.”

“But you’ve never asked for roses?”

“Never knew I wanted them.”

“Well, Princess, now that you know there won’t be a time you’ll have to ask for them again. In addition to whatever else you want, you’ll have roses. Always. Fresh roses. Straight from the field if I can go collect them motherfuckers myself.”

Her face lifted with a smile.

“Yeah?”

“Yes. As a matter of fact, I’m going to keep one of these for myself. I need to know when your roses are wilting and preparing for their demise. Before their short life ends, I’ll have another bouquet in your hands. As big as you want. As many as you want. How many do you want, Princess?”

“One. Just one, Israel.”

“Then one it is.”

I pulled a rose from the bunch and laid the rest on the counter. I removed the tailored jacket and placed it beside her newest obsession. I unbuttoned the sleeves of my shirt and began working on the middle thread of small round pieces of plastic that kept my shirt together.

“I feel awful, Roulette.”

“Don’t.”

“I do and I won’t feel better until I make good on the bad I’ve done.”

“Isra–”

“So I’m going to need you to get your fine ass up from that chair and onto that table. I didn’t bother the chef with the final course, because you are the final course. I’ve wanted you on my tongue since I saw you walk into that theater as if you owned that motherfucker.

“Your arrogance makes my dick stand. Your confidence makes my mouth water. Your beauty sends me into a state of delirium.

“Baby you are the fucking bar. It gets no better than you. And, I won’t sugarcoat my newly found obsession with all things Roulette. I want you sliding down my dick from sun up to sun down, but that’s not how either of our lives are setup. So, tonight, I’m going to fuck you until that detail begins to make sense for me.

“Because right now, it’s pissing me off. So is your distance. And, the fact that you’ve never had a man see beyond your stubbornness. In case you didn’t know, Princess, you need a natural-born leader in your world because your submission isn’t questionable. The niggas you have let touch that pussy are.”

I depleted the distance between us. She was moving at a snail’s pace, intensifying my anxiousness. I lifted her dress from the bottom and freed her of the frustrating threads. Her body was a lost wonder of the world. Of my world.

Fuck .

“You tell them when to jump and they’re asking you how high. When. How many times. And if their performance was pleasing to you. Boys. You’ve been putting that pussy on boys. But, you’ve put it on a grown man this time, Princess.

“And, I won’t jump for you. Shoot, maybe. Spazz the fuck out, certainly. Spend, abso-fucking-lutely. But, every time you see me, my feet will be planted on the ground. Because, you don’t run shit over here but your mouth.”

I lifted her up onto the table. My lips met hers, stopping short of a beautiful collision. I could feel her breath on my skin. She inhaled and failed to exhale.

“And if you run that motherfucker too long and too much, my dick is the perfect solution. It fits perfectly between those pretty teeth. And, that’s where I want it before the night ends. Right after I taste you on my tongue, because I’m starving.”

I pushed her chest with my palm, separating our chests. It wasn’t until then that she exhaled, closing her eyes as she did so. She was steaming hot.

“Do you understand me, Princess?”

She remained silent. I slid her thong over. A string of her lubrication clung to the fabric as I pressed it against her thigh.

Finally .

The vision had circled my mind a hundred times during The Ballerina’s performance. Now that we were here, it was even grander than I’d envisioned it. I slid a finger up her wet slit.

Her back arched, lifting her from the table slightly. Without warning, I entered her with two fingers and turned them upward. I massaged her clit, internally, awakening every nerve in her pussy.

“Uhhhhh!” She moaned loudly.

“Understand me?”

“Yessssssssss.”

The footsteps of the server backpedaling reminded me we weren’t alone. I looked up to find her fixated on the same body I was caressing. A smile crossed my lips.

“She doesn’t mind,” I explained.

Roulette’s eyes opened. Lust bled from her orbs. A nod confirmed what I was already aware of. My thumb brushed across her slippery clit. At the thought of having our server join us, she oozed. As much as I wanted Princess all to myself, I wanted to see her cum on the tip of a woman’s tongue.

“You don’t mind, do you, habibi?”

She shook her head from side to side.

“Use your words, Princess.”

“I– uhhh. I don’t… Israe— yessssss.”

Her consent was loud. So was the announcement of her climax. She was nearing her peak but I wasn’t ready for her to reach it. I pulled my fingers from her pussy and stood back, unbuckling my belt. My eyes fell on the server, again, who was still planted on the other side of the table.

“Are you going to stalk your food, love, or are you going to eat?”

She snapped out of the trance with a shake of her head. Her gapped mouth closed as she placed one foot in front of the other. She was a pretty girl. A far cry from the beauty Roulette possessed, but a lot of her beauty was accredited to her confidence and sex appeal. They made her irresistible.

As the thought crossed my mind, she sat upright on the table. Her pussy moisturized the wood, staining it with her creaminess. Her finger pierced the air, curling and then extending as she demanded the presence of our guest. When the server reached her, she began unbuttoning her shirt. Her exposed chest revealed a beautiful set of breasts.

Roulette pushed her shirt down her arms along with her bra. She unbuckled her pants and pushed them down her legs. The bikinis stuffed between her small, round ass didn’t stand a chance. Not because she was equipped with a plethora of ass, but because she had a healthy serving of pussy taking up most of the fabric.

Princess’ fingers disappeared. Our server’s head fell backward as her legs parted slightly. Roulette sunk her teeth in her exposed neck, rubbing her into oblivion.

“Mmmmmm–” the server shuddered. Her right hand gripped the wrist of the hand that Roulette had buried in her pussy.

“Mmm. Mmmmmmm.”

Her knees buckled. Her spine straightened. She leaned into Roulette, unable to contain the madness happening inside of her. I was hard as a fucking missile witnessing her in her element. The way she commanded the room. Commanded the server. Commanded me.

The Madam.

She hadn’t been given the name. She’d earned it.

“You’re gonna cum– name? ”

“Jayla.”

“You’re gonna cum on my fingers, Jayla. Very shortly. And, you’re gonna love it. Then, you’re going to get on your knees and lick my pussy until I do the same. When I say so, that handsome man behind us is going to slide into you and fuck you until you cum again.

“And, once he finishes you, he will finish me. As good as this experience will be for you, there are rules. Well, one rule. Should you break it, I will revoke your right to breathe the second I become away. The rule is, what happens here ends here.

“Seek either of us beyond this yacht and you will have a problem with me. Jayla, you do not want a problem with me. I end my problems. I don’t solve them. Understood?”

“Ummm hmmm.”

“Good. Any diseases we should know about?”

She shook her head. “Uhhhhh– I’m gonna cum.”

A smile spread across Roulette’s lips.

“Then cum, Jayla.”

“Mmmmmmm.”

As the words left Roulette’s mouth, Jayla’s legs buckled. She lost her balance, but Princess was there to pick up her slack. She kept her fingers planted in her pussy as Jayla burst. Her eyes closed and her breathing suffered. Shallow and deep breaths were alternated until finally she pushed out a stream of air that revived her.

“Fuck,” she cried out, “Fuck.”

“On your knees, love,” Roulette reminded her.

This was the opportunity to return the favor that Roulette had explained seconds earlier. Unable to sit back for another second and watch their pussies unfold so beautifully, I rounded the table as Roulette laid her back against the top.

With a fist full of hair, I turned her head in my direction. My hard dick fit into her warm tunnel perfectly. I didn’t halt until I touched the back of her throat. Her orbs were stationary, staring up at me as her gag reflex was activated.

“Urrrgh. Urgh.”

Vomit threatened to spill. So did I. Princess looked the prettiest with my dick between her teeth.

“Good fucking girl,” I praised her. She remained calm, allowing me to have my way with her throat.

I fucked her mouth slowly, reducing the stress I was putting her on by backing up slightly. I wanted the experience to be pleasurable. The tears in her eyes let me know she was on the verge of emptying the contents she’d just filled her stomach with.

“Suck that motherfucker.”

I halted, engaging her completely. She used her right hand for balance, grabbing the base of my dick and lifting lightly from the table. For a brief second, I peered toward the end of the table. Her pussy was stuffed in Jayla’s mouth. Her feet were propped up on the table, and her breasts were begging for my attention.

I cupped the left one in my hand. Still, I wasn’t satisfied. I leaned my frame until I was able to suck her left nipple into my mouth. The right nipple followed.

“Uhhhh.” She moaned, squirming beneath me. “Yessssss.”

Her left hand lowered, landing on Jayla’s head. She began the ascend that would lead to her peak. She grinded her pussy against Jayla’s tongue, never missing a beat as she stroked my dick with her mouth.

“Ummmm. Fuck. Yessss. Yesss. Ughhhh.”

Her right hand fell from my dick and cupped both of my balls. I clenched my ass cheeks. Roulette multitasked too well.

“Fuck. I’m cumm—- ohhhhh. Fuccccck.”

Her lava flowed from her piping hot volcano. I dislodged my dick from her mouth, rounded the table, and wasted no time shoving it inside of her. Jayla hardly budged. Her lips found my balls and began giving them a thorough inspection with her tongue.

“Shit.”

Roulette raised up from the table. This wasn’t part of her plan, but it didn’t matter. I was home.

“Israel– uhhhhh.”

“So fucking pretty, Princess. So fucking pretty.”

She was like fine China. One wanted to enjoy the beauty of the dishes while simultaneously reserving them for special occasions or preserving them for generations to come. I was between a rock and a hard place, but it felt so good to be here. She felt so good.

“You gone make me bust in this shit,” I groaned against her lips. “Fuck.”

Her pussy had powers. Superpowers. Combined with Jayla’s vacuum of a mouth, I hardly stood a chance.

“Fuck her,” she pled.

“Princess,” I moaned, unable to stop the semen approaching the tip of my dick.

“Fuck her,” she repeated herself as she squeezed her pussy muscles and sunk her teeth into the side of my face.

“Urgh, shit.”

I ejected my pole from her water just before it exploded.

“Fuck,” I fussed.

I looked down at an amused Roulette. She hiked her feet on the table again and pushed me further away.

“Jayla,” she called to our server.

She popped up from underneath the table.

“Yes?”

“Bend over, love, he has something he wants to give you.”

Dick .

That’s what I wanted to give her while Roulette observed. I wanted her to understand that I would never fuck another woman like I fucked her. I would never be able to fully enjoy another woman like I enjoyed her.

I would never look at another woman the way I looked at her. And, I would never cum for another woman as quickly as I came for her. She’d scarred me. And, it was her job to keep me now that I was wounded by her brilliance.

Jayla complied. Her plump pussy glistened in the dimness of the dining hall. There was no need to lubricate my lumber. Princess had polished my wood.

I slapped my hard dick against her pussy. She flinched each time it collided, punishing her clit as if it had been disobedient. I pressed my palm against her spine, deepening her arch. However, my eyes never left Roulette. Not even when I slid into Jayla’s pool.

Fuck .

Her meatiness surrounded me. She was inviting. Her pussy lips were like plush pillows ready to put my member to sleep. Unfortunately, that task was reserved for the woman with her gaze fixated on me.

“Mmmmm. Mmmm.”

With each stroke I managed, moans escaped Jayla and penetrated the air. Roulette kept her head planted between her legs as she ran her clit up and down her tongue, wetting her nose each time she rocked her body.

Jealousy plagued me. I fisted Jayla’s ponytail, pulling her upward as I touched parts of her that hadn’t been touched in months. Possibly years. Her pussy’s reluctance to receive my girth was all the evidence I needed to know that she’d been on her grind and leaving the niggas to play with someone besides her.

Good for you, love .

“Uhhhh. Fuck– Mmmm. Mm. Mmm. Mm.”

She creamed on me, releasing the tension her sexual frustration had caused over the months. Roulette was invested in the exchange. Seeing my dick disappear inside of Jayla did things for her. To her.

Her fingers trailed her pussy, stopping at her clit. She parted her brown lips, exposing the pinkness that led to her center. I lifted my head once, hoping she understood what it was I was asking because words were failing me.

When her ass lifted from the tabletop and her pussy was hoisted in the air, gratitude consumed me. She understood me. It was plain and simple. No words were needed.

I welcomed her with a flattened tongue before sucking her clit into my mouth. Time wasn’t of the essence. I was ready to dive back into her shit. But, first, I wanted her to burst on my tastebuds.

I zeroed in on her swollen nub and flicked my tongue back and forward rapidly. She buckled. Her body grew rigid as she froze in place.

“Issssrrrrrreeeaaaalll.”

“Mmmmm. Mmmm. Yessssssssss. Oh my G— Mmmm.”

As Jayla blessed me with the beauty of her climax, attempting to extract my semen with her contracting muscles, Princess rained down on the table.

“Uhhhhh, fuck!”

She fell flat onto the table. Pride swelled my nutsack as she tried recovering from the blow to the pussy. I removed my dick from a dripping wet Jayla.

“On your knees,” I requested.

Before Princess took her final ride, I wanted her chariot cleaned. I lowered until I was sitting in the chair I’d pushed aside. Jayla’s hot tongue found the tip of my dick. Her mouth confiscated the base. As much of it as she could, at least.

Saliva slid down my shaft as I reached the back of her throat. Her stomach caved with a gag. She was quick to recover and so was Roulette. She stood a mere two feet away with her hands on her hips, observing the talents of our server.

“Come ‘er, Princess.”

She didn’t waste a second following the order she’d been given.

“Climb on,” I insisted. “This way.”

I wanted her back against me and her pussy accessible for our special guest. Carefully, I slid her down onto my dick. Reentering her was almost the greatest feeling in the world.

Touching my first million was second place. Being a father was first place. She was in third, undoubtedly. There was nothing beyond my money and fatherhood that was fucking with her. In time, she’d understand. I was still trying to do so myself.

I didn’t have to give instructions. Roulette was born to lead. She placed her hand on Jayla’s head and guided her to her bare pussy. Her sensitivity level had increased dramatically. Her limbs locked as I began to stroke her from below.

“Relax, Princess.”

“Uhhhhh– Yesssss.”

“You like that?”

She nodded.

“Words.”

“Yessssss.”

“You feel so good.”

“Ummm–”

“You gone make me cum in this shit,” I warned.

My words fueled her fire. I was no longer stroking from below. She was gyrating her hips, riding me to no-man’s land. I cupped her breasts in my hands and squeezed gently.

“Oh God. Fuck!” She screamed. “Fuck!”

“Shit, Princess. You ’bout to make this dick cum.”

“Yesss. Yessssss.”

“Urgh.”

I stiffened. Everything I’d stored in my balls since the last time she was sliding up and down my dick burst from the head of my dick, anticipating the swim in her ocean.