Page 12 of João
“What do you taste?”
“Cinnamon, cream cheese, lemon, sugar. So good.”
“Okay, now feed me,” I coaxed her, mouth dry, and her warm breath tickled my hand. I grudgingly let go of her jaw and waited in the pitch dark for her move.
When I thought she wouldn’t comply, her warm touch fluttered around my cheek and jaw until her trembling fingers grazed my bottom lip. My nails bit into my palms as she obeyedmy order—slow, unquestioning, like her mind already knew her Master. It shouldn’t have felt that good. But it did. Too damn good. I opened under her touch and sweet flavors inundated my senses. Her fingers tasted equally as sweet, and without thought, I sucked her index and thumb into my mouth, biting the tip of her finger until she gasped and purred in satisfaction.
“I love how you fed me. You like to be obedient, don’t you?” I said, my voice coming straight from the pit of my belly, rough and deep.
“Ahh…”
“Thank you, lovely folks, for this wonderful dinner. We hope you enjoyed all the courses Chef Romero prepared for you tonight! We have several top Chefs in the city who cook for us in these dark dining experiences, so we hope you come and visit us soon.” The same Black woman from before stood by the exit, the details in of the room revealing themselves under dim??????????????????????? amber light. Gisele sat across me, pupils dilated, her chest rising and falling rapidly, cheeks flushed. A little bit of the dessert was in the corner of her lip, and the urge to taste her overwhelmed me. This had gone way past my plans for tonight. I wanted to take my time with her. I wanted to know her deeply before anything else.
“You have a little dessert on the corner of your mouth,” I said, pulling my phone out and ensuring I wouldn’t fall deeper into temptation.
She nodded and used her napkin to wipe herself.
“Ready?” I asked, letting her linger in the fraught tension I had created for her. One night and Gisele had me slipping with her gasps, purrs, and her rich voice.
Outside, the warm breeze helped calm my adrenaline. Gisele stood close to me, her body leaning closer as if we were tethered. My chest tightened at the allure of her easy submission. It was so natural to her.
“Next week Friday. We’re going out,” I said.
“Alright…I guess you’re not asking?” she said with her lips quirking up.
“Nah, you’re right, I should ask. Are you available next week?”
She moved closer to me, and for the first time, her soft scent greeted me. Fresh linen and sunshine, that was how she smelled. I let her get close, watching her intently.
“I am, and I really enjoyed this dinner. It was…enlightening. I look forward to seeing you again.” Her top teeth dug into her bottom lip and she raised her gaze to me. For a second, I got lost in her eyes, the delightful, hopeful shine tempting me to bend and seize her lips until I drank all her sweetness. But I’d promised myself I’d take it slow with her. I wanted her to be clear about my intentions.
“Thanks. This was everything I wanted it to be, and I can’t wait for it to be next week.” I leaned in, whispering in her ear, and took a big step back, broadening the distance between us.
Her eyes widened and her mouth opened in a pout.
The things I could teach that mouth…
“Your car is here.” I nodded behind her, and she turned around and saw the vehicle.
“When did you order this?” she asked, perplexed and a little put out.
“When I realized if this car wasn’t outside waiting for you, I’d be tempted to kiss you senseless. So be a good girl and get in before I change my mind,” I ordered her.
She squinted at me, that same will that she showed me in the grocery store shining through. For a minute, I thought she’d defy me, but she swiftly hopped in the car.
“Goodnight, João. I hope your night is as…frustrating as these last few minutes.” She poured sugar on her words and closed the door before I could say anything else.
She had jokes and was lucky not to be acquainted with my palm tonight.
The car drove away and waves of ideas for our next date flooded my mind.
the bestie
GISELE
Sunday and nowhere to go. I could, in theory, go to another worship house, do the newbie routine: sit in someone’s pew without knowing and ruin their Sunday; put extra cash in the collection basket because if you are not tithing anywhere, why not give them some extra money? Realize the new church has a slightly different tradition for the Lord’s Prayer, which means you get to hold hands with total strangers while the pianist plays an interlude in between ‘deliver us from evil’ and ‘for thine is the kingdom’ then stand awkwardly during announcements and wave shyly when they ask who’s visiting.
You know, the usual.
