Page 61 of João
“Fuck, what was that?” I gasped as his body slumped on top of mine.
“I told you this dick was deadly, but you wouldn’t listen.” He grunted, moving off me, and we both shook the bed with our laughter.
“Well damn, not you killing me then resurrecting me.” I giggled, tangling myself up with him.
“Nah, boa menina, you’re the one with the magical powers, you brought me to life. You reminded me what it is to live again.”
I took in those words and held them close, falling asleep in his embrace.
At peace.
the declaration
GISELE
Alight feathery touch woke me from deep slumber. As my brain and body roused, the good soreness trickled in, reminding me of last night. My body had never been handled, pleasured, and filled as it was last night. Every single inch of my muscles ached with delicious exhaustion.
After another round in João’s playroom—a round that left me hoarse from the good dick he gave me—we snuck out of the club like naughty teenagers back to his house. João drew a bath for me, massaged my arms and feet, then carried me to bed for another round of languorous, messy, passionate sex. He’d made love to me until I became a boneless, sticky, incoherent mess.
“João, Lord, please, I cannot, I’m not… Yes, right there, I beg you, ahhhh!”
“That’s right, boa menina, I warned you what it would be like. I warned you you’d be addicted to this dick,” João had grunted as he emptied himself inside of me.
Now the evidence of all that pleasure lay between my thighs and marks of his passion adorned my body. He’d made me his and I made him mine.
Last night we became us; a sacrament performed in flesh and passion, we anointed each other with the labors of our desire.
“Wake up, boa menina, I let you sleep long enough.” João’s rumbly voice settled deep in my stomach, awakening more than I’d bargained for. The softness of his lips grazed my naked shoulder and I felt him everywhere. You’d think the soreness would be enough for my private parts to want a week’s break, but already my body was readying itself for him.
“Good morning, João,” I grumbled, unable to hide my smile.
“Mmhm, don’t tempt me. I can smell you getting ready for me, but I have plans for us.” The sharp sting of his palm on my ass was immediately soothed by his massage.
“We have no plans this morning, why can’t we sleep a little longer?” I pressed my butt closer to him, feeling his response to my movements. Good, maybe if we took it slow, we could…
“Behave, boa menina, I have somewhere to take you and I don’t want to be late.”
“Where are we going at seven in the morning on a Sunday?” The urge to pout overwhelmed me but I knew my Master liked me obedient.
“I know you want to sleep and I promise we’ll get a nap later, but this is something we both need. Do you trust me?”
A few months ago, this question would have made me pause. I would have studied his expression, seeking the smallest tells, studying how vulnerable answering yes would make me, but now… Now I just followed my instinct.
“Yes.”
Large stainedglass windows stood majestically, welcoming people as they crossed the intricate doors of the nameless building in front of us. The morning breeze played with my ponytail as João guided me toward the entrance. I had stopped asking questions about ten minutes into the drive after I got the look from Master. I felt like a little kid, asking “Are we there yet?” I just didn’t know wheretherewas.
To distract me, João explained to me how he wanted to incorporate an additional way to communicate in public for the two of us.
“I’ll teach you these next few days. Whenever I do this, I want you to come close to me.” He touched his side with two fingers and I nodded, intrigued.
“Sometimes we’ll be in mixed company and you calling me Master instead of João or your boyfriend won’t make sense.”
“Oh…so you’re my boyfriend now?” I asked, keeping my tone even to hide the way my heart skipped several beats.
“The moment I came inside you, I declared my intentions.”
This man… I shook my head, brushing my hand over my mouth to hide the grin that wanted to escape.
