“Destiny, hold on a sec.”
Destiny was getting ready to leave the monthly board
meeting when her brother, Chance, stopped her. She had just given the quarterly
numbers, and everyone had seemed happy that the merger was indeed helping to
keep the finances stable. Already Montgomery Media was experiencing record high
postings. Circulation was on the move and the initial backlash they thought was
on the horizon had been quelled down to a couple of angry letters and phone
calls thanks to the articles in both the Norfolk
Reader and The Monitor.
“What’s the matter, Chance?”
“You,” he stated as he watched the last exec leave the
room. “You haven’t taken any time off.”
Destiny crossed her arms and narrowed her eyes at her big
brother. “And?”
“C’mon, Des. You need a break.”
Chance was right. She had been working herself – not to
mention her staff – like crazy. Sadly, it had begun to affect her nights as
well. She had received direct missives from her Toy Soldiers, begging for her
to come and play. The last time she had been to the club had been on Kasim’s
last night in town. He had made sure she had enough memories to last her until
their next visit, but it hadn’t been enough to erase the knowledge that Mr. Drake
had invaded her space and watched her play. Her puss throbbed at the memory.
The man was doing things to her without any true provocation. She thought if
she had dove head first into her work she could stop the rising desire for the
handsome reporter. Destiny sighed acknowledging her brother.
“Ok, ok, Chance. I’ll plan a quickie trip somewhere,” she
assured him before a second thought invaded her mind. “What’s prompted this?”
“What makes you–”
“Come on, Chance. I know better. Fess up.”
“It’s that expose,” Chance sighed.
“I see.” Destined understood. “Wait, what about the
expose?”
“Have you not read the last two articles? Drake has
refocused his piece on the management of the club. Particularly the mysterious
Fairchild Lets.”
Destiny thought about the last time she had read the
paper and realized her busy schedule had kept her nose out of the paper. “He
mentioned Fairchild?”
“Yes, and I don’t know what you did, but he has alluded
to some shady business she’s connected to; late night meetings with
dignitaries, special boy toys, etc. Four guys, Destiny, really?”
“Alright, alright, I’ll handle it.” She assured Chance
before he started a lecture. Chance was fine with her lifestyle as long as he
didn’t have to hear about it, and Drake refocusing his expose definitely put it
in her big brother’s face.
“When you get back from vacation,” he ordered.
She nodded her head, thinking. I’ll make sure it’s handled before I get back.
“He’s written quite a depiction of you, mistress,” Maggie
Soon confirmed scanning the article. “He indeed mentioned your Toy Soldiers and
Kasim’s visit. How did he know about his visit?”
“Probably the night of Kasim’s arrival. I had a feeling I
was being watched but the tape from that night didn’t show anything. In fact, a
huge segment was missing. What has Jacob said about it?” she asked as she paced
her office floor.
Maggie blushed thankful her boss wasn’t there to
scrutinize her. She knew she couldn’t hide anything from Fairchild. “He hasn’t
mentioned anything to me.”
Fairchild knew she was pushing the line using Maggie’s
blossoming relationship with her bartender to get the info, but this was war. Drake
had invaded her sanctum and now she was set to defend it. His file hadn’t
revealed anything useful. No gambling habit, no drug use, no gangland past. He
was pretty upright on paper. She would need to get something and she’d have to
use her more abnormal means to get it. “Tell Guard to get a hold of the Sith.”
Maggie grew alarmed. “Do you think it’s that serious?”
“Mr. Drake has grown too nosy and is muscling in my
private business. It’s one thing to expose the staff on their terms, but he’s
trying to expose me, which is not on mine. I’m sure Jacob has warned his ass of
the consequences.”
“But, Mistress, the Sith?”
“He’ll get the info I need and make sure Mr. Drake stays
out my business.”
“What if – I look into it?” Maggie offered.
Fairchild paused. She knew her assistant would cave with
the proper motivation. “Maggie, are you willing to wreck something before it
starts?”
Maggie swallowed. “As long as we can keep it in house.”
“Fine. I’ll be out of town for a few days. I want results
– and answers.”
“Yes, Mistress.”
Maggie hung up the phone nibbling on her pouty lip. She
knew Jacob had spliced the tape from the security room and deleted the minutes
Xavier Drake had been in Fairchild’s suite. It was a violation of club policy
to tamper with the security system, but then again Jacob had helped create it.
What was she going to do? With a sigh, she left the office to go find him.
Destiny dropped her phone in her purse and finished packing.
She had decided to take a trip to the family beach house in Kingston, Jamaica.
It was quiet, secluded, and as far as she knew, no one would be there. The
private jet was already waiting for her at the airport. She was actually
looking forward to this get away. When she had told her staff she was taking a
quick jaunt out of town, a collective sigh had run through them, which had
amused her. She would have to make arrangements with her assistant to have
lunch catered while she was away.
Her thoughts went back to the dashing Xavier Drake. What
had he seen that night? Something about him watching her pleasure herself sent another
round of fine tingles down her body. She imagined his gorgeous hazel eyes
following the motion of her hands as she squeezed and fondled her goodie bits.
Had he been aroused? Had he touched himself? More importantly had he recognized
her?
Destiny shook the thought as she made her way down to the
waiting limo. Xavier Drake was becoming too much of a constant in her thoughts.
Hopefully, this trip would alleviate his hold on her.
“What do you mean back off Fairchild?” Xavier exclaimed
into his Bluetooth earpiece as he careened around a corner heading to the airport.
“Fairchild is not finding those articles too cute,
Xavier,” Jacob warned cleaning a glass. “She’s on to you. She already suspects that
jacked tape from the security room was my doing. She’s been on a rampage.”
“Look, I’m trying to draw her out,” Xavier assured him.
“I mean she had a file on me on her nightstand. She’s digging into
my background. It was only fair that I dig into hers.”
“And what have you found?”
“Not a damn thing. It’s like this woman doesn’t exist.”
Xavier turned into the parking garage. “I’ve done searches all over the place
and she’s a ghost.”
“I told you. Fairchild is private. She lets you know what
she wants to let you know,” Jacob warned wiping down the bar. “Look Maggie just
told me to warn you. She may be bringing out the heavy artillery. I may even
have to cop to jacking the tape.”
“You turn snitch, Jacob?”
“No. But Fairchild respects cats who own up to a fucked
up moment of non-clarity,” Jacob waved off. “Just so you know you are on your
own next time. I make too much bank here for you to fuck up my money.”
“A brother understands,” Xavier said as he jumped out his
car, toting his carry-on.
“How long you gonna be in Jamaica?”
“Man, I have been planning this trip for months. It’s
gonna be a cool two weeks in the island sun. I finished the last piece yesterday
and my editor will run the others while I’m away.”
“Oh, thanks. So, I’m gonna have to deal with Her Majesty
while you’re gone?”
“Hey. Them’s the breaks,” Xavier laughed as he strutted
into the airport. “Catch you when I get back.”
“Peace.”
The flight down was easygoing. No turbulence. No bad
weather. Once the plane touched down, Henry was there with the limo to pick up
Destiny. She never had to wait for a car when she vacationed in Kingston since
Henry was always on time. She had chosen the large man for his intimidating
demeanor, resourcefulness and special abilities. It also helped that he was
deaf and mute. Henry had lost his hearing in a gang fight, when a rival member
fired a gun too close to his ears. Having not learned his lesson, he had nearly
lost his tongue when a drug dealer had come to collect his profits. Yeah, he
had had it rough in the streets, until Destiny showed up looking for a driver
with weight and discretion.
With his handicaps, he had had no prospects of finding
any real work. Destiny hired him when her other driver had proven to be
unreliable. Henry had proved himself more than reliable when Destiny introduced
him into the world of Fairchild. He rooted out information whenever she needed
it. He handled unsavory characters like a pro. And he turned a blind eye to
Fairchild’s naughty side. For his dedication, Destiny set up a fund for his
daughter and paid for her schooling in one of the more prestigious preps on the
island, for which Henry was grateful for.
As Destiny approached the car, Henry began a series of
signs, which she immediately responded to in kind. They had set up their own
method of communication, certain hand signals only the two of them knew. Henry
also learned how to read lips, which came in handy when Destiny needed it. The two
hugged happily.
Is everything set?
She asked as he took her bags and placed them in the trunk.
Your invitation to
the White Party was received and RSVP’d. The party starts at 8pm. Henry replied.
“Excellent,” she said as she waved him on.
Henry paused for a moment, then signed, Are we here as Ms. Montgomery or Ms. Lets?
He waved his hand in front of his face to describe her alter ego, which always made
her smile.
Widening her wicked smirk, she replied, A little of both.
Xavier was chilling beachside checking out the “scenery”
on the sand. Barely clad woman sauntered passed his towel with friendly smiles
and secret invitations. Oh, yeah, this was going to be a helluva vacation. His
hotel suite was off the chain. All-inclusive. No families. No bratty teens. He
was trying to get naughty and didn’t want to refrain himself because someone’s
child was in the next room. His boy, Carlton, had hooked him up with an invite
to an exclusive, private party at the home of his playboy cousin. From what
Carlton said, the White Party was the hot bed of unbridled passions and even
hotter honeys. Thankfully, Xavier had packed a white suit for just this purpose
– and his condoms.
The evening air brought a balmy breeze over the island,
setting the relaxing tone for the night. Destiny patiently waited for Henry to open
the limo door. She was painted the very picture of neo-sexy as she rocked a
long, flowy, backless jumpsuit in the pre-requisite white the party called for.
She paired the look with light gold sandals, bangles, and chain-link earrings.
Her exposed skin was immaculate in its brownness, shining like silk hot
chocolate. Her hair was bound back in a side bun adorn with simple white
flowers, showing off her gorgeous face.
She knew she looked good. She was sure that Fenton would
definitely approve.
Fenton Loch, the party host, was a good friend of hers –
and Fairchild’s. He was part of an elite group of people who knew about her
dual-identity. That was because Fenton was just as crafty as she was – and had
his own alter ego to hide.
Henry opened the door and lent his hand to Destiny, who
graciously accepted it. Before she mounted the stairs, she gave Henry his
instructions.
I’ll text you. Make
sure everything is set for tomorrow night. Enjoy the night.
Be safe. Don’t let
Fairchild get you in trouble. He teased as he rounded the vehicle.
Destiny smiled after the driver before mounting the steps
to Fenton’s mansion.
Inside the mansion, the music was bumping and the crowd
was already gyrating. Despite the heat outside, there was cool air inside,
keeping the sweat down to a minimum. Xavier was chilling by the bar with
Carlton and the party’s host. They were checking out the situation on the dance
floor. Women of all shades, shapes and swag were kicking it live. It was like
an old school Puffy video. The ratio of men to women was like one to three. Xavier
liked those odds. However, he was hard pressed to make a decision on whom to
approach. They all looked good.
“Fenton, this party is off the chain,” Carlton boasted in
his thick Jamaica accent as he sipped his Cognac. “Where you find dem girls?”
Fenton laughed, replying in an exaggerated accent. “You
know how me do, cuz’n.”
“I got to say, Fenton, this is a nice crop you got going
here,” Xavier admired.
“These are just the hood rats, my friend. Look around the
perimeter and you will see nothing but the classier set.”
Xavier scanned the outer rim of the room and noted the
beauties standing about talking with their friends or in deep discussion with other
men. Fenton was right. The caliber was definitely higher, which made choosing a
honey to pursue that much harder. Suddenly, his eyes were diverted to the
entrance. Standing there, looking like the queen at court, was none other than Ms.
Destiny Montgomery. She looked stunning in her all white. Fellas were already
peeping the new prey. He was no better. As his eyes roamed over her body, a
distinct pressure pulled in his midsection. It was intense. He should be
feeling more concern that the CFO of the newspaper he worked for was at the
same party as him – in Jamaica.
“Ah, and there she is,” Fenton sighed indicating Destiny,
who waved at him from the other side of the room.
“You know Ms. Montgomery?” Xavier asked, realizing too
late how dumb his question sounded. Of course he knew her, if she was in his
house.
“Destiny and I go way back. How do you know her?” Fenton
eyed the reporter pointedly, waiting for his answer.
“She’s CFO of Montgomery Media. She did the financial
restructure and merger of the newspapers I work for,” Xavier explained. His
eyes came back to Destiny as she made her way through the crowd.
The throng of dancers seemed to part for her, giving her
more than enough room to maneuver to the bar. She hadn’t noticed him yet. It
had been a long while since their last interview. She had sent him a nice note
congratulating him on the piece. Her flowery perfume had accompanied the
missive, which sat pinned on his board. He would pull it down every once and a
while to sniff it. There were many days he wanted to call her to ask her out,
but he’d remember her professionalism and knew it wouldn’t fly.
Destiny waded through the crowd, mouthing a hello to
acquaintances as she moved along. Her eyes met Fenton’s and smiled seductively
then she noticed his companions, one in particular. Surprise registered
immediately then mild annoyance. A frown drew over her brows as she stood
before the awaiting men.
“Mr. Drake.”
“Ms. Montgomery.” Xavier greeted raising his glass.
An awkward silence fell among the group, while the two
stared at each, sizing up the situation. Fenton quickly noted the heat
transferring between them. He recognized the admiration Xavier had bestowed on
Destiny. The man seemed twisted. Most men were when it came to her. She was
every man’s fantasy; beautiful, smart, witty. Destiny was the complete package
– and her naughty alter-ego was even better. Clearing his throat, Fenton eased
the tension by drawing Destiny’s attention to him. Taking her hand, he kissed
it respectfully.
“Beautiful as always, my dear. How was the flight?”
Destiny offered Fenton a gracious smile that hit Xavier
to the core. “The flight was great. No troubles.”
“Are you thirsty?” Fenton asked, his eyes roaming her
body.
Quickly catching his drift, she deepened her smile. “For
one of those cool rum punches? You bet.”
Fenton motioned the bartender to bring the libation.
Destiny’s eyes turned back to Xavier. The earlier fire was now banked away. She
couldn’t understand why she had broken her reserve. The moment she had seen him
standing there looking sexy as all hell, all the anger and annoyance his
articles had invoked had converged. She had to hold her hand back from slapping
him. Then, oddly, she’d felt the heat in her middle when she remembered his
invasion of her suite, his watching her pleasure herself.
“What a coincidence?” Xavier stated.
“Yes. How do you know Fenton?” she asked taking a sip of
the punch.
“We met just tonight. My friend, Carlton, is his cousin,”
he explained, tapping his boy on the shoulder. “Carlton, meet Ms. Destiny
Montgomery.”
“A pleasure,” Carlton greeted kissing her hand as Fenton
had done.
Destiny laughed. “You definitely are Fenton’s family.”
“Except I’m prettier than that fool,” Carlton teased
gaining Fenton’s ire.
But Fenton’s annoyance was short-lived as he leaned into
Destiny, whispering intimately into her ear, causing her to smile. Xavier observed
the exchange. He watched as Fenton slipped an arm around Destiny’s waist,
pulling her closer. They must know each other real well for him to demonstrate
such possession. But something about it Xavier didn’t like. He felt like
snatching that hand off her and leading her out. But he didn’t want to cause a
scene, especially with one of the higher ups. Xavier tried to sooth his growing
possessiveness by dousing it with Cognac.
She looked so beautiful tonight. Far from the stuffy CFO he
had interviewed weeks ago. He knew that suit was hiding something, but he never
imagined it was this. He cleared his throat to get their attention; actually,
Destiny’s. “Have you kept up with the expose?”
“I’ve been busy, but my assistant has kept me up. I heard
that you have refocused the story.” Destiny tried to keep the edge out of her
tone.
“Yes. I thought I should dig into the management of the
club. I mean that scene wouldn’t be accessible if they hadn’t made it so.”
“From what my assistant said, you went hard on the club’s
owner, what’s her name?”
“Fairchild Lets. Well, she’s a bit of a mystery. However,
my sources say she can get anything on anyone.”
Fenton’s ears perked up. That was the bee in her bonnet,
he surmised. The reporter was digging into her world and he knew how much she
hated that. He moved his fingers lightly over her ribcage to ease Destiny’s
tension. He leaned in again to whisper. “He’s sparked you, hasn’t he?”
Destiny bristled, ignoring the comment. “From what Kimmy
says, you make her sound like a mobster.”
“Well, that I don’t know, but she shrouds herself in
mystery and keeps only a few choice individuals in her circle. If someone new
comes in, she does an intense back check.”
“Does that make her a bad person to make sure she’s
surrounded by good people?”
“She’s a club owner, not the financier of a major
company.”
Fenton choked on his drink. He felt Destiny tense. “Ah,
Fairchild–“ he bit down on his mistake “– I mean, Destiny. Why don’t we go
dance? Talk shop with Mr. Drake later.”
Destiny glared at Fenton for his slip.
“Fenton, trust me Ms. Montgomery is no Fairchild Lets.”
She turned her eyes on him, furrowing her brows. “What’s
that supposed to mean?”
Xavier was thrown by the heat coming his way. “You’re far
too classy to be put in the same category as Fairchild.”
“Now I’m intrigued, Drake. Why is Fairchild not classy?”
“Well, she has to have some serious issues if she feels
the need to control everything around her, and that whole Dominatrix thing.
Don’t get me started.”
“Would it be different if she was a man?” Destiny
pressed.
“I don’t follow.”
“If Fairchild was a man and did all these things, would
you have a problem with his dealings?”
“I’d think there would be something wrong with the
brother if he was sporting leather pants and a whip.” Xavier laughed.
“From what I understand, bondage isn’t always about whips
and chains. You even made that reference in your article. It is about control,
but it is a mutual give and take between a Dom and his or her Sub. And what if
Fairchild isn’t a dominatrix?”
Xavier snorted. “Oh, trust me, she fits the mold of a
dom. Right down to her cavalcade of studs.”
“That smacks of jealousy, Drake.” Destiny observed. “Do
you have a problem with her multiple partners?”
“I just think there is something unclassy about a woman
who flaunts her business out on front-street like that.”
“You mean there’s something wrong with a woman being
sexually aware of herself and putting it to practice. Just like a man to be a hypocrite.”
Tired of the conversation, Destiny turned, dragging Fenton with her.
Xavier watched her escape baffled by their exchanged. You’d think I was talking about her.
Destiny dragged Fenton away from the party to his private
den. She needed to cool down like yesterday. Drake had really riled her up. Her
heart was beating like a race horse. Her palms sweated. Her breathing was
ragged. And, strangely, she was aroused
by it. She could feel the pool between her legs; smell the essence in her nose.
He was questioning her, something none of her Toy Soldiers did, except maybe X.
But even he knew his place. Drake was proving to be quite the rebel. She would
love to get five minutes with him to break him. She’d have to contemplate that
when she got back to Norfolk. His file was clean, but he was opposed to her
lifestyle – more like Fairchild’s. But he had watched her that night. Was he a
voyeur?
“He’s under your skin, my dear.” Fenton observed,
breaking into her thoughts. He poured a glass of Hennessey and passed it to
her, then poured one for himself.
“Can you believe the nerve of him?” She fumed gulping the
hot liquid.
“He doesn’t understand people like you and me.” Fenton
ran a hand down her arm. “He doesn’t understand the passions and pleasures that
can be had in our world.”
Destiny began to relax feeling the warmth of Fenton’s hands.
Her eyes shifted toward him, perusing him from head to toe. “Will you show me
how much you understand?”
“What is your wish, mistress?”
“Tonight, I wish to relinquish control.”
“To prove a point?” Fenton smiled. Destiny nodded, before
casting her eyes down meekly. “As you wish.”
“Thank you… Master.”
“Remove your clothes.” His usually jovially tone hardened
to one of authority.
Destiny shed her wrappings quickly. The anticipation of
what he would do was heightening her senses. Fenton was very good at playing
the dominator. They would often switch roles whenever the mood would take them.
He was the only one she allowed such liberties. Fenton pulled off the long
white silk scarf from his neck.
“Turn around.” The faint hint of his Jamaican accent
mixed with the hard edge made her nipples coil. He placed the scarf over her
eyes and tied it firmly behind her head. “What is our safe word?”
“Undone.”
Fenton slapped her ass soundly. “Good gal.”
He led her over to the couch. “Now, undress me – with
your mouth.”
“But, Master, my lipstick will ruin – “ before her
protest could leave her lips, he slapped her ass again. “Yes, Master.” The
sting tingled her backside, rippling to other parts of her body. She couldn’t
believe how sensitive she was tonight. It was Xavier’s fault, she reasoned.
She began to work the buttons of his shirt. One by one,
she plucked them from their holes, exposing the dark skin beneath. Fenton was a
specimen of fine flesh. Taut muscles layered in the richest ebony skin this
side of perfection. He worked out religiously to maintain his body. She
remembered how it felt to slap her palms against the rock he called an ass. It
barely flinched. She pulled his suit jacket over his shoulders, then the shirt.
“The pants.” He ordered, sipping his Henney.
Destiny knelt down before him. Her teeth tugged on the
leather belt, which proved difficult. Determined, she tugged hard and was able
to dislodge it from its buckle. Her hands skimmed over his thighs, then reached
up to caress his ample aforementioned ass. Fenton slapped them away.
“No hands.” He scolded. He watched her intently. Her red
lipstick had left its imprint all over his shirt, jacket and now his pants. The
stains were worth the view of his little slave undressing him with nothing more
than her teeth. He had been looking forward to playing slave for her, but after
seeing the ire Xavier Drake had brought her, he knew she needed this more.
Destiny pulled his pants down his legs. He had neglected
to put on any briefs, which made her task easier. Fenton stepped out of his
shoes and allowed the pants to pool on the floor. As she knelt before him, she
could feel the heat of his dick close to her cheeks and the scent of his spice
filling her nose. Her mouth began to water hungrily. Fenton shifted away. She
sensed him walking behind her.
“On all fours.”
Destiny didn’t hesitate to follow the command. Her palms
flattened against the plush carpet while her derriere created an elegant
S-curve to her body. Fenton stood behind her admiring the view of her ass,
exposing the slit of pink. Closing the space between them, Fenton knelt beside
her, his hand running over the curvature of her frame. His large palm rested on
the fullness of her booty, massaging the taut muscle there. He watched as she
licked her lips thirstily.
“Have we been a bad girl?”
She shook her head. It was a lie, of course. Smack!
“Have we been a bad girl?” he repeated, stroking the
spot.
“Yes.” She whispered.
Smack! Smack! “That was for the lie and the bad
behavior.”
Destiny arched her back deeper into the sting. She loved
a good spanking. Now, she wasn’t about the chains, but once in a while she
liked to get tied up in silk. How would Mr. Drake feel seeing her this way? Not
as Fairchild but the stuffy Destiny. Would he get hard? Would he join in? Ugh, don’t let him get in your head, she
scolded. Fenton’s hand traveled the canyon of her booty to the slick ravine of
her puss. She heard his groan. Fenton was always turned on by a good pooling.
“Bring your head here,” he instructed. Destiny shifted to
face his body. His scent had deepened and the heat was scorching now. “Put him
in your mouth.”
Destiny sighed. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could’ve
maintained without sucking his dick. She quickly drew in his member, tasting
the richness there. Her mouth immediately accommodated to Fention’s large width
and long length. The tip firmly pressed against her esophagus, tickling the
throat. She had a good control of her gag reflexes, but Fenton would often test
it to its limit – like now. He pumped into her mouth smoothly as his fingers
played over her wet folds. He was drenching his fingers with her own dew, while
enjoying the feel of her mouth over his body. Then suddenly, he dipped a slick
finger into her asshole, making her moan deliciously.
Now, Destiny wasn’t big into anal sex, but she didn’t
mind a little finger play. She particularly didn’t mind Fenton’s slender
fingers playing around there. He felt her hole constrict, trying to push him
out, but he persevered, gently drawing in and out. He watched in the mirror he
had set up the way her puss winked with each intake. She was flowing like a
ruptured volcano. He loved seeing her head bob up and down over him.
“Oh yeah, gal. Drink me,” he encouraged. “Don’t stop
now.”
His other hand drew her head closer, holding it in place
as he pumped faster. He could hear the squish of saliva. Her moans grew louder,
adding a vibration to the motion. At the height of the thrusts, he pulled out.
Reaching for his condom, he quickly strapped up. Wiping his hand of her dew and
juices, he pulled Destiny to her feet. Taking a seat in one of the side chairs,
he straddled her over his lap, facing away. Destiny felt like she was floating.
“Bend forward.”
She leaned her body all the way forward until she
teetered toward the ground. Fenton hoisted her round bottom up to accommodate
his dick. There she hovered for several minutes feeling the throbbed of it,
then, without hesitation he dropped her puss over him in a flourish and began a
ruckus drilling. After her first yelp,
he ordered, “No moans.”
“But Master,” she whined against the pleasure. Smack!
“Yes!”
She tried desperately to contain her pleasure, but he was
making it so hard. Despite his seated position, she could feel his balls slap
her clit fiercely. Several moans slipped her lips. Smack! Smack! She bit her
tongue, trying to redirect the pleasure. Fenton was definitely making this
worth her wile. Her body was so sensitized and her mind was so frazzled, she
knew she was going to have to pay him in kind. The first pulls of an orgasm
began to pluck at her puss, she couldn’t hold back any longer. Fenton leaned
forward pulling her back against his chest, clutching her throat gently.
“Go on, my pet. Scream!”
Without further provoking, Destiny moaned recklessly,
allowing the sound to resound about the room. His fingers diddled her clit,
bringing about her second and third orgasms. Her legs shook wildly as each
sensation traveled from her core to her extremities.
“Yes, Fenton! God!”
He pushed his mouth against her ear. “Suck me dry, gal.”
Again, with complete obedience, she dismounted from his
lap, bent before him and took his dick into her mouth. Fenton’s head fell back
in surrender as she played her magic over him. Before long, she could feel him
shudder and felt the condom fill with his seed. It was another few minutes
before his breathing came down to normal.
Feeling sated mentally and sexually, Destiny rose from
the floor. She was back in full control again. She removed the blindfold and
stared down at the man. Her demeanor had changed and Fenton recognized it
immediately. In a complete turnaround, Fenton fell to the floor before her.
“Mistress, did I make you feel better?”
Fairchild touched his head, rubbing it like an owner
would a pet. “Hush, my pretty toy. You did very well. Now, momma’s going to
return the favor.”
