Page 29 of Who's Loving You

For tonight, however, none of that matters.

“Are you free?” I ask her and she nods. “Want to play?” A wide smile spreads across her face and she grabs my hand.

I let her lead me through the couches and tables and booths, all filled with promiscuous people. We turn down a darkened corridor and find many doors closed. My favorite one, in particular, is closed, and I make a mental note to reserve it for another night.

Room 11 remains open, and we lock ourselves in. A bed, a swing, stool and bench are placed around the room, giving us everything we may need for the night. I don’t plan on this being an all night indulgence. I need something hard and fast to help rid me of the itch that I feel whenever I’m around Valentina.

I grab the woman –whose name is not important– and spin her around, causing her to crash into my chest. Her fingers splay and she immediately goes to work, undoing my buttons one at a time. I let her take her time because this will be the end of her control.

“Any limits I need to know about?” Her eyes stay focused on my buttons and she shakes her head, giving me the green light to let loose. “Good.”

She pushes the shirt off of my shoulders and I let it fall to the ground. I grip my belt buckle, the metal clanking as I open it up, and rip the leather from my jeans like a whip. The crack makes her jump but her smile tells me she loves it

“Turn around,” I command, and she does as I say.

Working the belt, I loop it around her wrists, twisting in figure 8’s and tightening it until her hands turn pale.

“Are you okay?”

“Yes,” she chokes out, looking over her shoulder.

I step back and admire her form. From this angle Ican pretend Valentina stands before me, waiting to be ravished.

I quickly undo my jeans and kick off my shoes. My hard dick is gripped in my hand and I squeeze it, the blood rushing to the head. It throbs and I breathe deep, ready to let out the inner beast that I hide from the world.

My feet take me to her and I move to stand in front of her, those brown eyes taking in what she will feast on.

“Knees.” No please or asking.

I don’t do that. Behind these doors, I demand and take what I want.

Slightly awkwardly, she lowers herself on one knee then the other until she’s knelt before me. I push my hand through her long hair, the strands move through my fingers like water. The back of my hand runs down her cheek and across her jaw, giving her the sense of comfort. It’s what I always do before they meet the harsher side of the man behind the dazzling smile.

Her jaw is squeezed in my large hand, the strength forcing her mouth open, and she stares up at me like a fish about to take the bait. Bending over, I gather up the moisture building in my mouth and let the spit fall from mine to hers. She sticks out her tongue, waiting for it like the drink of life.

“Don’t swallow,” I bite out.

With one hand still gripping her jaw, I fist my cock in the other and push it between her lips. I guide her head just where I need it to be, and thrust deep. It’s harsh and her muffled gag makes my dick pulse.

She closes her eyes as her jaw strains to take all of me in, but she doesn’t try to pull away. I release her jaw and dig my hands into her hair, using it like a reign to keepme seated. My thrusts are deep and slow at first, but it isn’t long before I lose myself.

My body shakes as I force myself down her throat and keep her anchored until her body convulses, searching for air. I pull back and out, and saliva drips from her mouth as do tears from her eyes. The black mascara begins to run and mix with the rivulets that stream across her cheeks.

I only give her a moment to catch her breath before I do it again. Over and over, I deprive her of the breath she needs to survive, only to bring her back. There’s a clicking in the back of her throat, bile working its way up.

“Don’t you fucking vomit. Swallow it down.” I pull out and she nods, gasping for air.

Her throat moves to work it back down, and she immediately lets her jaw hang open. My hand runs up and down my length, calming the flood that is ready to explode. I lift her with my hands under her arms, and carry her to the bench.

Her feet dangle and her chest heaves. I place her on the black leather horse-like bench, and bend her over, pressing her cheek to the cool surface. She pulls her legs, resting her knees on the ledges made for them.

I smooth my hands over her apple ass and spread them wide, opening her up for me to inspect. I lick down her seam and run my tongue over the rim of her puckered hole. She shivers but doesn’t stop me.

Members here have to submit physicals and blood tests to ensure their health. Some don’t want the barrier of condoms between them, and women either agree to birth control or ask that the man wear a condom or pull out before ejaculation. I don’t deal with the question of going in bare or sheathed. I always suit up.

Leaving her to rest on the leather bench, I step to the nightstand that houses a plethora of assistance one may need, and pluck a gold packet from inside. The condom is pulled free from the foil, and I slide it down my thick shaft.

With rushed movements, I remove the belt from around her wrists and her arms fall limp. She knows exactly what to do and grips the cold handles. I shove my fingers into her soaked pussy while the head of my cock slides over her hole.