Page 10 of Tap In

If I gave it to her, it would be real. Only time would tell if it was forever. We ate, listened to the artists’ spoken words, and had conversations. Our conversations flowed organically. There was no forced topics. Lark was a boss in her professional life, but in her personal life, she wanted to be that soft girl. I understood that and knew that I was a man that could provide her the safe place and security to be that.

“What made you want to ask me out? I thought all this would be is sex if we were in Vegas at the club at the same time.” Lark randomly asked after her dessert came to the table.

I used my fork to get a piece of the cake on her plate and she blocked my fork. I chucked before I answered. “You got that, beautiful. I’m going to be honest. I’ve never been in this situation where I had to interact with anyone that I’ve experienced, outside of the club. It wasn’t on my bingo card that you would be the executive assistant that Marla hired. I was a little extra of an asshole because I didn’t know how to navigate the situation.” I shook my head with a titter, then said, “I had to get my mind right.

“Watching you around the office, day in and day out, showing how much of a boss you are, was sexy. No matter how my attitude was, you didn’t let it ride if I spoke to you out of turn. Not accepting disrespect forces respect. I think I knew for sure after watching how you interacted with everyone else in the office and our clients. Your kindness, attention to detail, and care reminds me of my mother. I need to know whether my attraction to you is just sexual or deeper than that.”

She continued to eat her cake. I tried to get a piece again. This time, she let me live. “So far, do you think the attraction is deeper than sexual?”

“After tonight, yes. I know it is. I don’t need forty days and nights to know what I want. When I met you in Vegas, I knew the second I saw you enter the house that I wanted you sexually. When I saw you show me the qualities of a woman that I needed on the throne beside mine, I knew that what I wanted with you was deeper than sex.”

My father, Patton, instilled in me at an early age that you live your life to prepare yourself for the woman that would be your forever. As a single man, do the things that single men do with respect. A part of the reason that I enjoyed the sex club lifestyle was because everyone there knew what they were there for. There was a respect level that was demanded. The lifestyle wasn’t something that I needed. It was something that I simply enjoyed.

Lark placed her fork down on the plate before she shifted her body in my direction. “I’d like to see where we could take this. Let me ask you how that works with you being in the lifestyle that you are.”

“Good question. How it works is that if we are exclusive then that is what it is. Specifically, for you, if I return to the sex club, it will be with you on my arm to fuck. Seeing as I now have open access to you, the club won’t be needed unless you want to attend.” The club was cool, but it would never trump love.

She smiled. “What if I wanted to go back to the club on occasion? I’d like to keep Numen in Vegas and Chance here.”

Yeah, she’s molded just for me, and she doesn’t even know it.“Is that what you want? You want your cake and eat it too, huh?”

Her face moved toward mine. With her lips touching mine, in a low voice, she responded. “Isn’t the point of having cake to eat it?” With an arched brow, she said, “Let’s go eat some cake, Chance.”

She didn’t have to tell me twice. I didn’t know how much the bill would be, so I pulled out two hundred dollars and put it on the table. I slid out the booth, then extended my hand to Lark. She understood the assignment and slid my way. Her trench coat was already opened in my hand for her to put it on. We walked out of Queen’s Plate faster than we walked in. Lark said she wanted to eat cake, but she already had her cake. She was about to eat some dick.

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“Take it. Take it,” I encouraged Lark.

The position that I had her in was a new one that challenged her flexibility. For the kinds of fucking that I liked to do, she would need it. I planned to set her up with a stretch studio to help with her mobility and flexibility. I’d always make sure it was followed by a visit to the spa.

I heard her mumbling,in through your nose, out through your mouth.Her body began convulsing. “Oh my God!” Her juices ran out of her down my leg.

I was satisfied with the five nuts that she achieved tonight, so it was time for me to get mine. Ejaculation control was an important part of my sexual life. Since I was a teenager, I’d experienced females coming at me, hoping for financial gain. On top of my parents owning one of the most successful black-owned real estate agencies, I was also an All-American athlete. In high school, I had a pregnancy scare with a girl that I was smashing. The worst part about it was that I had a girlfriend.

In one fell swoop, I broke the heart of a female that I really cared about. The girl who claimed she was pregnant wasn’t, but she still had no problem telling everyone that she was, before she got official confirmation. My father dug in my ass behind that shit. From that point on I strapped up. In my mid-twenties, I explored ejaculation control. I mastered it in my early thirties just in time for me to enter the sex club scene. It enhanced the experience for myself and my partner if she’s properly trained.

I stroked her at an accelerated pace until I met my end. When she gave me a bonus nut as I came, I smacked her ass. “Good girl. I knew you had another one in you.”

After I pulled out, I let her out of the full Nelson position that I had her in. She lay next to me taking deep breaths. “I think I need to start working out.”

I snickered. “How about we workout together. I’m going to send you to a stretch studio too. Help with that mobility.”

Her head snapped in my direction. “I feel like I should be offended, but I can’t find it in me to be. I appreciate that.” She giggled as she climbed out of the bed. “I’m going to take a shower so you can take me home.”

My face scrunched. “Who’s going home? You’re staying here, beautiful. I’ll take you home in the morning.”

She gazed at me for a moment. “How do you want to handle this as far as the office is concerned?” After I asked for more clarity, she crossed her arms in front of her body. “Are we just fucking or working toward something deeper?”

I felt her question was answered earlier at the restaurant. It was clear that she needed a direct answer. “We are exclusive and deeper. Not working toward being deeper. As far as the office, I don’t care if they know. I don’t care if they don’t. I will leave that in your court.”

“I think we should be semi discrete. Hell, according to your bitch ass receptionist we’re already fucking.” She rolled her eyes, making me laugh.

I climbed out of the bed, pulled her into my arms, then kissed her lips. “Lark, we are fucking. It doesn’t matter what she thinks; however, I don’t like that messy shit. I have Marla sourcing for her replacement now.”

“Good, because she has one more time to say some slick shit, and you might be sourcing my replacement. I’m going to pop her ass.” Her face was tight.

My head bucked back. “Let me find out my girl is violent.” I kissed her lips again. “I’ll fire her before it gets to that. Remember, you have favoritism now. You’re fucking the boss.”

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