Page 37 of Deadly Sights

“Nadira, fuck!” Julian yells and spurts cum over his fist. Jet after jet flies in the air to land on his chest and belly.

Watching him orgasm causes a chain reaction in me, and my body seizes. I struggle to keep my eyes open to watch himas deliciously punishing waves of pleasure wash over me. For endless minutes, the only sound is our heavy breathing.

When I can finally form a coherent sentence, I open my mouth, but Julian preempts me.

“Nadira, promise me something.”

“What’s that?”

“When we see each other tonight, you let me get my fill before you destroy me with the vow you made.”

I lick my lips and toy with the idea of denying him. He does have a beautiful dick. One worth riding over and over until I break my pussy or his dick, whichever comes first. But then I look into his earnest gaze. If I want to be selfish, he’ll let me. He’s proven that time and again in our brief acquaintance. He’ll also let me be soft and vulnerable. For him, he cherishes every facet of my personality.

I smile when I give him my answer.

CHAPTER 17

A WORTHY SACRIFICE

Julian

For 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’tspoil 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 anydominatrix 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?”

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