Day 14 of 30 Days of Kink: Enter The Lion’s Den Part II

Two months had passed and Cynthia still hadn’t gotten her money. The way things were looking she would never get it — at least not from me. Deon and I had been hanging tough since that night at the club. Every spare moment was spent with each other or talking to each other. We were pass the infatuation stage and headed into straight into understanding. We were learning what made each other tick and it was terrifying and exhilarating at the same time.

Deon was…different. He wasn’t impressed by who my parents were or how much money I had. He didn’t care that I had walked the runways in Milan and Japan. He wasn’t fazed by the fact that I never had to work if I chose not to. None of that mattered to him. All he cared about was Kaia the person, the woman. It was definitely a change from my exes who were so in love with who they thought I was that they never got to know the real me. It was also a change from my parents who only saw what they wanted me to be.

“You’re quiet, Kaia.”

Glancing across the small table, I smiled. “Isn’t that the pot calling the kettle black? You, the man who rarely says more than a few words at a time, calling me quiet?”

He chuckled and my body responded instantly to the husky sound. “What’s on your mind?”

I chewed nervously on my bottom lip. “I decided to go to design school.”

“I’m proud of you, Kaia. As long as this is what you want to do and not what your parents want you to do then you know I’m one hundred percent behind it.”

This was what I wanted to do. It was something that I had always been passionate about but too afraid to share with anyone else except for Deon. He never judged or tried to push his agenda on me. He just wanted me to be happy and, for once, I was. I knew that tonight I’d be even happier.

The rest of dinner was filled with quiet conversation and the drive to my house was uneventful. Thoughts of all the things I wanted to do to and with Deon filled my mind. The constant thump of my pussy let me know that my body was on the same accord. Pulling up to my home, the street was deserted and the sounds of crickets filled the air. Deon opened my car door and walked me up the sidewalk. Taking the key from my hand, he opened the door and let us both inside. I turned off the security system while he checked to make sure everything was the same way I had left it earlier this evening.

Satisfied that everything was the way it should be, he came to stand before me. “I had a great time as usual.”

Pressing my fingertips against the lips I wanted, I pressed my body against his. “Honey, it hasn’t even begun to get great.”

I felt him nip the tender flesh of my fingers and I moaned out loud. He chuckled. “Baby, you’re not ready for me. You have no idea how much I want you. I will devour you. You bring out the beast in me.”

My knees trembled from the intensity of his voice and his gaze. I felt him grow long and hard against my thigh. His hands skimmed up my thighs and I almost went up in flames when his heated skin touched mine. My head fell back on my neck and he took that as an invitation. He bit, licked, and sucked his way up my neck to my ear.

“Tell me to leave,” he whispered. I arched closer as his hands gripped my ample ass. He growled against my temple. “Tell me to leave, Kaia.”

Slowly, my head came up and I locked eyes with him. Feeling bold, I licked his lips and smiled as his blunt fingernails bit into my hips. “Stay.”

Everything stopped and all I could hear was our labored breathing and the pounding of my heart. Soon the sound of ripping fabric filled the air as my beautiful BCBG creation became nothing but a memory. Deon threw the tattered pieces of fabrics he had just stripped from my body across the room. Still leaning against my front door, his gaze blazed a trail over my semi-nude frame as stood there in a pink lace bra and panty set and five inch heels.

“You owe me for that dress, Deon.”

His eyes snapped up to mine and a slow smile bloomed on his face. “Bill me.”

A smart retort was on the tip of my tongue but it shriveled up and died when he began walking towards me. This wasn’t the Deon I knew for the last two months. This Deon was darker, more dangerous and, damn, I wanted to revel in this side.

His left hand cupped me through my panties and his fingers became coated in my wetness. He brought his fingers to his lips and licked up every drop. I almost passed out from arousal. His nostrils flared as he watched me watching his every move. “Devour you,” he whispered before picking me up and taking me upstairs to my bedroom.

He threw me on the bed before quickly beginning to take off his clothes. My eyes took in everything that was Deon. From his sculpted shoulders and muscular chest to his trim waist and the Incredible Hulk tattoo on had on his side, I missed nothing. I felt myself getting more and more restless with each piece of clothing that was removed. When he reached for boxers I almost came on the spot.

“Damn,” I muttered and Deon smiled in response while pulling on a condom. My legs moved from left to right on their own. The friction from my panties had me sighing slightly.

Deon joined me on the bed and I reached for him. He settled between my thighs and the hardness of his body against mine had my desire skyrocketing. Our mouths met and our tongues dueled for dominance. He tasted like us and I became addicted to the flavor. Egyptian cotton was pressed to my back but nothing was softer than Deon’s touch, nothing more luxurious.

Tearing his mouth from mine, he eased down my body. I felt his tongue caress the sensitive skin around my ankle and I moaned softly. Both ankles and calves got this treatment. I quickly realized that Deon was not a man to be rushed, no matter how much I begged. He was torturously thorough. By the time he reached my center I was a sobbing, soaking mess.

His strong tongue licked me through my drenched panties and I bucked wildly. “Easy baby, let me do my thing,” he breathed. His hands reached up and made short work of removing my bra before taking off my panties. “Damn,” he muttered. “You are fucking beautiful.”

Deon plunged his tongue into me and I screamed loud enough to wake the damn dead. Ice and fire. That was all I felt racing through my veins. Deon and his magical tongue made good on his promise to devour me. I grabbed at his head and tried to push him away but he wasn’t having it. He smacked my ass hard, the pleasurable pain leaving me gasping for air. Lifting my legs, he spread me wide and gobbled me up. Slurps and gulps floated through the air and into my sexually hazed brain, causing me to moan in earnest. I looked down at Deon and found him staring at me. My gaze locked on the strokes of his long tongue before settling on our intertwined bodies. The contrast of our skin tones heightened my arousal. His hard chocolate frame against the softness of my caramel body was too much for me to bear and I came with a force so strong I felt it in my soul.

I barely had time to recover before he smeared my cum on my breasts and proceeded to devour them as well. Orgasms racked my body one after the other and all I could do was groan and scream and squirt all over the both of us and the damn bed.

“You good, baby?” he asked, positioning himself on top of me. I tried to speak but only unintelligible sounds escaped my swollen lips. “Can’t speak?” He laughed quietly as his engorged dick slipped and slid against my dripping pussy. He settled himself against my opening and my greedy pussy tried to suck him in. “Naw, you don’t have to have to say shit, baby. That pussy is doing all the talking right now.”

Deon’s hands stroked me from mid-thigh to shoulder and back down again before he plunged deep inside me. I screamed his name and he groaned against my ear. Hard. Pounding. Strokes. They set me on fire and my legs clamped around his waist. With each down stroke I gripped him tightly from the inside out as he brushed up against my swollen clit. My body arched into him, trying to take everything he gave me. I bit into his shoulder, drawing blood, as another orgasm hit me. I clamped down hard on his dick and he had to pry my hips away from his.

“Turn around,” he commanded.

Like a sex starved nympho, I quickly did as he said. With a pillow under each knee, I got on all fours. I shook my ass in invitation and was promptly rewarded with hard slaps and bites to each cheek. Deon wrapped my long, silky tresses around his hand and thrust back into me.

“Jesus!”

He chuckled. “That’s right, baby. Don’t be ashamed to call on the Lord.”

Ignoring the smugness in his voice, I threw my ass back at him. Skin slapping skin filled the air. Deon’s free hand gripped and tortured my hard nipples, giving me what I craved. His strokes were punishing and I anticipated each one. I was far from inexperienced but damn…Deon had me feeling like a virgin getting her cherry popped.

Determined to give as good as I got, I sat up and brought my back against his chest. I bounced and swiveled my hips. Deon pinched my nipples, bit my neck, and sucked my earlobe. His harsh breath against my damp skin sent chills through me. I heard him moan my name and it spurred me on. My body burned as he gripped me tighter. He placed his index and middle fingers on his left hand against my lips and I immediately sucked them into my hot mouth.

“Fuck!” he groaned and I swirled my tongue faster. “See…you…damn…Hell no!” Pushing me off him, I smiled back at him over my shoulder. Crawling towards him, I stroked his tattoo with my trembling fingers. The Incredible Hulk looked as if it was ripping through his flesh, dying to get out. Leaning in closer, I traced the tattoo with my tongue, beckoning the beast in him to come out and play.

Snatching me up off the bed, he had me stand in front of one of the four pillars. I heard him drop to his knees seconds before he buried his face in my pussy. I rode his stiff tongue until my legs turned to jelly.

“Hold on tight,” he grumbled as he stood back up. I had just done has he instructed when he swooped low and lifted my legs off the floor. There I was, mid-air, holding on to one of the four pillars of my bed, and completely spread eagle. I couldn’t see Deon; all I could see was the edge of the bed and the floor. Screams tore from my raw throat as he slid back inside me.

“See what you made me do? Made me have to go beast mode on this pussy. Damn, it’s good…so tight…so wet…shit!”

No other words were spoken as Deon took me to the edge and over the cliff again and again and again. All thought left my mind as I felt his dick get bigger inside me. All finesse flew out the window. His strokes were hard and short. His soft moans turned into loud groans and growls. This was animalistic passion at its best and I wanted every titillating ounce of it.

The bed shook. My legs quivered. Deon screamed my name and I screamed his. I saw spots before my eyes and I let go of the pillar. My hands touched the floor and he spread my legs further, refusing to stop his rhythm. Blood rushed to my head and I swore I was going to pass out as Deon fucked me in the middle of my bedroom while I was in a handstand. Suddenly, Deon stilled and then shook with a force of a tornado meeting a hurricane and he roared loud enough to shatter all the windows in my home.

Picking me up, he placed us both on the bed. His hand ran up and down my sweaty skin, setting off mini-orgasms in my overly sensitive body. I lifted my face to his and kissed him deeply. Moments later we were both fast asleep, the air conditioning cooling our passion for the night.

The next morning I woke Deon up with my lips around his beautiful dick. As his salty liquid poured down my throat I smiled. I was going to show him that he wasn’t the only one with a little beast waiting to come out and play.

Deon

She was wild. And free. And tortured…like most beautiful things were. That was what made her so damn fascinating to watch. Her emotions were always clearly displayed on her beautiful face. Right now, the ebony eyes I’d love to lose myself in were shooting daggers. Jealousy was a hell of an emotion.

I half listened to her rant and rave about…I wasn’t sure what the problem really was. All I knew was that we were having a great night out with my friends and now we were back at her house arguing. Well, she was arguing and I was sitting on the couch channel surfing. I didn’t argue. It didn’t solve anything.

Sighing, I decided to get to the point. “Kaia, what is the problem? We were having a great night. What happened?”

She looked at me in disbelief. “Did you not hear a word I just said? I wasn’t having a good night. You were having an amazing night with your fan club.” She flopped down on the couch with a huff. Her arms were folded across her chest, her crossed legs were swinging to a rhythm only she heard, and her bottom lip was poked out. Damn, she was spoiled.

“Stop being jealous,” I mumbled.

Snatching the remote out of my hand, she threw it across the room. “I’m not jealous of any one of them girls, least of all Alicia.”

“I didn’t mention any names.”

Kaia almost broke her neck swinging in my direction. “You didn’t have to. You always compare me to her. I know you’re fucking her!”

I felt my blood pressure rising. I had never given her a reason to doubt me. We had been together since May. It was now September. Kaia was the first woman I hadn’t cheated on. It had nothing to do with who her family was but everything to do with her. She was different. She was special.

Taking a deep breath, I tried to keep my voice even and calm. “Number one, I don’t fuck my friends. There has never been and there will never be anything romantic between Alicia and me. Number two, I don’t compare you to Alicia. If you feel that I do then I apologize about that. Number three, how can you even question my fidelity? When would I have the time to sleep with other women when I’m all up in you every second I get?”

“Then why do they treat me the way they do? Something has to be going on?”

“Look at how you treat them. You don’t ever want to hang out with my friends and when you do you are standoffish. You don’t put forth an effort to get to know them. All you talk about is you and your friends and your possessions. You make people feel like they are less than you because you have money. I’m tired of having to make excuses for your rudeness. I’m tired of you treating my friends like shit. I’m tired of you acting like a spoiled little rich girl in public and a normal, level headed woman in private with me. Pick a fucking personality and stick with it.”

Leaning my head back on the couch, I threw my arm over my eyes. I hadn’t meant to lose my cool but Kaia had a way of pushing me and my emotions to the brink. I was falling in love with her but I couldn’t waste my time with someone who didn’t believe in me…in us.

Soft hands caressed my arms and I felt my dick jump. She always had that effect on me. She pressed her breasts against me and I swallowed a moan. This was another thing that aggravated me. Kaia never talked about the problems. She would try to distract me with sex. At first I didn’t mind because I didn’t want to argue with her anyways. Now, I felt like it cheapened the relationship. Kaia wasn’t some random hoe I’d fuck and forget. I wanted to build something with her.

Pushing her hands away, I stood up. “I’m out.”

“Wait,” she purred, wrapping her arms around my rigid body. “Don’t leave. Stay the night with me.”

“If I stay I’m not having sex with you.”

“Tell me you don’t want me,” she whispered against my lips, cupping my granite like dick.

“Make no mistake, I want you but I’m still not sleeping with you tonight.”

Stepping out of her reach, I walked up the stairs and into her master bathroom. I started the shower and stripped out of my clothes. Steam filled the room quickly and I breathed deep. Opening the shower door, I stepped in the space that could easily fit five. I hurriedly washed myself with the Tom Ford soap Kaia kept here for me. I watched the suds gather on the forest green travertine floor and swirl down the drain, wishing my troubled thoughts and emotions could just as easily be washed away.

A part of me felt like I was way over my head and out of my league with a woman like Kaia. What could I offer her that she didn’t already have? Yeah, I had a little money but nothing on her parents’ level. I started my consulting company with nothing more than a dollar and a dream. Now, I had a few million in the bank. But Kaia’s people were Hollywood royalty. Their name was up there with Goldwyn, Spielberg, and Winfrey. She could buy and sell my black ass a million times before making a dent in the family fortune.

A blast of cold air surrounded me before the shower door closed. I turned my head over my shoulder and wished to God I hadn’t. A fully clothed Kaia was temptation but a dripping wet Kaia, standing underneath her own showerhead, was a siren. I was almost enticed to heed her call but I stopped. If I wanted to take this relationship further then she had to learn that I would not be swayed by her pussy. Bypassing her, I stepped out and dried myself with the warmed towels on the vanity. By the time she had gotten out of the shower, I had oiled up, brushed my teeth and was settling between the cool sheets on her bed.

Moments later Kaia slipped her warm naked body next to mine. I took a fortifying breath and tried to remain strong but I almost broke when she arched her back and rubbed that fat ass against me. The universal “Give me the dick” move all women did when they wanted some. Turning my back to her, I heard her chuckle and prayed to God that I’d make it through the night.

Hours later, as weak sunlight peeked through the silk curtains hanging from the windows, I felt my dick become encased in a warm wet glove. My body arched into the sensation and I moaned out loud. Reaching towards the sensation, my hand connected with silken skin. One eye opened and then the other. I swear there was nothing better to wake up to than the sight of Kaia’s perfect caramel ass bouncing on my dick while she rode me backwards.

Momentarily forgetting the resolve I had the night before, I gripped her hips and pounded into the dripping wetness I loved so much. Emotions I hadn’t fully acknowledged erupted inside my chest and I closed my eyes tightly, trying to keep them at bay. Scratches on my calves and the tightening of my woman’s pussy let me know she was almost ready. The sounds of her body slapping hard against mine filled the room. The scent of her arousal mingled with mine and infiltrated my nostrils, making them flare with lust.

I wanted to cum inside her so fucking bad but not before I proved a point. I jerked upward and she went flying on to her stomach. Lifting her on her up by her arms, I positioned her on her knees before I dove back inside and beat that thang like it stole something. The pounding strokes caused her ass to bounce and shake.

“Ooooh…Ooooh…Ooooh…Deon!”

“This is what you wanted, baby?”

“Yes!”

I smiled. “You want this dick everyday don’t you?”

“Yes!” she hissed. She leaned forward but I snatched her back by her arms. I was hitting that G-spot and wasn’t about to quit.

“You gonna stop acting like a spoiled brat? You gonna act like you have some goddamn sense?”

“Yes, Daddy,” she screamed. It was music to my ears.

Capturing her wrists in both hands, I punctuated every word out of my mouth with a slap to her ass. “Because this isn’t a fucking game is it? Ain’t shit funny when it comes to me and you, right?”

“God, yes!”

I laughed and pinched her nipple. “Good. Now stop acting like you’re not my woman and cum for Daddy.”

As soon as the words left my mouth I felt her pussy clench tight and her body started shaking. Honey and cream flowed down my thighs and my balls tightened up. I bit into her shoulder, marking her as mine and flew off the cliff with her. Letting her arms go, we collapsed on the bed. Words of love left my lips. Soft snores were the only response.