Page 56 of João
“Your woman…she outside wearing leather, in the public scene area. Something tells me you have no clue.”
The fuck?
If I had the time I’d erase the smirk off his face, but there was no time to lose. I sprung to my feet, ignoring whatever advice was coming from behind me as I made my way to the courtyard.
“I mean, you came to play, so…maybe you don’t start shit till you talk to her first?” Moses said, catching up to me.
For his sake and mine, I stayed quiet. The roiling in my stomach had stopped because it was now made of stone. My heartbeat slowed down and everything moved in slow motion. My feet were the only thing going at the pace I needed to go.
“Nah, let him go, he’ll learn.” Pedro shook his head with the wisdom of a married man. Had I just said I was grateful for them? Fuck that, they were slowing me down.
In less than a minute I stood in the courtyard. There was Gisele, standing next to Vincent.
Breathtaking in a strapless leather dress, every inch of her skin glowed. Her hair was pulled back in a low ponytail and her face had the most makeup I’d ever seen her wear.
It was her aura that left me gasping for air. Her shoulders were pulled back, back straight, her sumptuous lips framing a mysterious smile. Gisele was here to play and she wanted me to know that shit.
As soon as my body was next to hers, my heart rate elevated. My fingers wrapped around her neck as the softness of her curves pressed against me, her gasp fueling my need to carry her out of here and take her somewhere private so I could show her how much trouble she was in.
“Gisele, are you trying to play games with me?” The words were only for her.
“Master…I thought you’d like the surprise.” She matched my volume and calmness and that shit revved me up even more. I couldn’t help pressing closer to her, my hardness rejoicing in the luxury of her curves.
“Oh, so we playing? Okay, cool. You want to see me play? I’m about to carry you out of here.”
“Well, Master, everyone is staring at us already, so…”
Fuck everyone else and what they thought. My adrenaline spiked through the roof as I finally let the gnawing hunger in my gut take control.
“Fuck them. This is just you and me.” A man of my word, I gathered her in my arms, her solid weight the calming blanket I need. Her second gasp whispered in my ear was a sweet fucking reward.
“Ohh shit… Um, do you want me to intervene?” Vincent asked, eyes wide, mouth gaping, lips moving as if he couldn’t decide to laugh or be outraged.
“Oh no, Master and I are just going somewhere private to have a little chat.” The calmness in her tone didn’t fool me. I swatted her ass, the leather containing the jiggle I desperately wanted to see.
“Oh!” Gisele’s exclamation sounded like retribution and sweet, sweet victory.
“Oh shit, hegonegone.” Moses’ surprise cut through the cacophony of pure determination currently protecting me from outside stimulation. Gisele was right—a low hubbub filled the courtyard with several people surrounding us, expecting a public scene.
“I knew it. Problem is, he ain’t know it yet.” Pedro pointed at me, shaking his head as if I was a lost cause. Fuck it, we needed privacy.
Ignoring the bullshit, I made my way to my office, Gisele’s puffs of breath against my back activating every cell in my body, fueling me to keep pushing.
Pedro and Moses’ words bounced around my brain as we crossed the threshold into my office.
Maybe I was gone, but Gisele was the opportunity I never knew I deserved. It had taken me a minute to realize none of my regular rules would apply with her. Her presence, her being demanded more from me than my usual coping mechanisms to keep my heart protected.
Nah, she sang her way into my heart and now it was up to me not to wreck hers and mine. But how the fuck was I supposed to do that? No book, no school could unteach the things I saw at home.
I took my time letting Gisele go, the leather of her outfit slipping against my chest until she was back on her feet.
“Master.” Her gaze pierced me, her stance proud.
“We going in here.” With her soft hand in mine, I guided her toward the corner of the office. I pressed the hidden button, the panel to my private room whooshing open and giving us access.
“What…wait, what is this?”
“My private playroom.” I held my breath, watching her pick up on the details. The room had a king bed in the middle with metal posts surrounding it. Three sides of the bed had hooks and chains and restraints. In a corner was my custom-made St. Andrew’s cross, polished Pala Pala wood gleaming adorned by matte black wrought iron. A camera stood in the corner opposite of a large standing mirror and several shelves full of toys, while different wicker lamps I’d collected through the years filled the rest of the walls. Kinky Black art gave the space a touch of otherworldliness. Everything in here was wood and cream and rich ochre tones, a space for exploration and connection.
