Page 58 of João
Shit, I thought movies were corny as fuck when the track changed once people had their first kiss and time slowed. I had been humbled today. The composition of the atoms of my body completely transformed when Gisele’s lips pressed against mine. That final step of submission, a total surrender to me. She tasted like heaven. Gisele was possibility, hope, peace, and carnality all in one.
Our lips mashed together, a desperate heat growing between us as our tongues tangled with each other. We weaved our way from softness to agitation and back to softness, our bodies dictating the rhythm, our mouths existing only to be together. She tasted sweet and minty and her tongue was doing things to mine she must have learned in those church summer camps.
Hands full of her hips, I pressed her closer, and she threw hers over my shoulders until nothing remained between us but this need we’d let crescendo to a gnawing hunger. My hands could not keep still—a handful of ass, her supple back, my fingers in her hair; there wasn’t a place I didn’t explore while tasting her.
“Why did I wait so long to taste you?”
“Because you’re a stubborn, stubborn man.” Gisele bit my bottom lip, soothing it with her tongue and starting another long kiss, leaving me breathless and hard as fuck.
“Take off your clothes and come kneel on this bed,” I ordered her, pressing kisses against her mouth, my hands not getting the memo to let go, for her to have space to undress.
“Mmmm, can I have one more, Master?” She pressed a last sweet kiss to my lips, my hands roaming her back while hers slid reluctantly from my neck.
Gisele turned around, presenting her back. My fingers explored the softness and firmness. The slopes of her shoulders guided me down to the zipper that kept the leather contraption on her. Its descent ripped through the air, unveiling her naked body.
Gisele stood regal, her body already familiar to me, but tonight, I took my time to enjoy the view. Her flawless mahogany skin, her slender arms with a hint of muscle. The height of her teardrop breasts topped with dark chocolate areolas and gumdrops for nipples. Her belly with the slight indent and the lush hips and thighs. Elegant feet with long toes ending in red nail polish, not a regular for her, telling me how much this was a special occasion.
“I’m humbled.”
“Thank you, Master.”
“Come, get on the bed. On your knees.” I extended my hand to her and guided her to the bed. She got up as if it was her throne, her gaze serene, waiting for her next instruction.
“I’m going to restrain you now. I want to explore your limits. Do you trust me, boa menina?”
A puff of air accompanied her, “Yes, Master.”
“Roll my cuffs.”
“Yes, Master,” Gisele purred, her soft fingers skimming my wrist, arranging the fabric in perfect little folds until my forearms were fully exposed. Just as her palms move to retreat, I grasped her right wrist, ushering her hand toward the cuff hanging on the corner of the bed post.
“Uma menina tão boa, você vai me dar tudo de si, certo?” I said, coaxing a moan from her.
“Master, I… Yes. Whatever you said, yes.” I soaked in her focus, powering my dominance through her desire.
“Good. Now spread your thighs.”
Commands flowed until Gisele became my canvas, ready to be painted and molded. Arms extended and cuffed with a slight give for her comfort, knees spread wide, pussy lips glistening in anticipation. Goosebumps adorned her deep brown skin, begging to be touched. The bumps calmed under my touch, her arms jolting in surprise.
“Shhh, you’re good, peace, you’re good.”
Jiggling riotous curves served as her response to me. Gisele closed her eyes, attempting to ground herself on her own, but that wasn’t what we were doing tonight. Nah, we were opening up fully to each other, no matter how hard that was for either of us.
“Nah, open your eyes. No hiding.”
“Master, I…I’m not hiding.” The folds between her eyebrows were the cutest fucking thing. Look at her, all flustered and indignant, and we hadn’t even started.
“I can see you, Gisele, you ain’t gonna play with me right now. Where did your mind go?”
“I’m here. I’m— I am also in the mental space I go to during sex…so that I don’t…”
Her gaze dropped, but I wasn’t having any of that. Holding her chin up, our eyes met again, hers struggling to maintain the contact. The raw hunger I’d carried with me since I met her bubbled up, wanting to be fed. This was what I craved—her thoughts, this connection, I demanded all. This was my fear, that once I let myself go…
“Don’t let yourself be fully vulnerable?” I voiced my own fears, laying them before her to hopefully recognize them.
Her breath siphoned out until the only thing I saw was her.
“Yes, I keep something protected. Always. I don’t like feeling hurt.”
