I must admit that though it was alarming to find myself in his bed for more reasons than one, it felt so fucking good. Bits and pieces of the night before began to surface through the fog in my brain. If I had even a small sliver of doubt in my mind about his capabilities, that is now long gone. This man is the pussy god if there is one. My body sang and wept simultaneously at the sheer undiluted pleasure he gave without restraint. I didn’t know I had so many pleasure points on my body. It was amazing just discovering, these sensitive spots as he touched or kissed them. Last night was amazing. After that really hot, hungry fucking in his car, I fell asleep; but I was kissed awake as he carried me into this house. His hungry mouth never leaving mine for a second to look where he was going. With every piece of my clothes he removed my conscience pricked me but the pleasure was overpowering. By the time he got to the last piece, I didn’t care; all I wanted was those lips.
Yea I was a little drunk, but I wasn’t that drunk that I wasn’t aware of every single thing he did to me. It was alarming how right it felt being here with him. Why am I not concerned that I have a husband at home and a job that I need to be at? I should be a little more concerned that Kevin was probably blowing up my phone, but I wasn’t. Calling my parents would be a last resort for him because he was convinced that they didn’t like him. I know I shouldn’t be here though, Neil had said it on multiple occasions that he shouldn’t be touching me as a married woman; that he was breaking some kind of self- made rule. What if his mind wasn’t in the same place when he woke. We were both so intoxicated with arousal last night I lost count of how many times we made love and how many times I came. Oh my fucking god my orgasms were phenomenal! I have never experienced such mind-blowing orgasms before. Cumming was one thing, but being completely bereft of your faculties in the process was another.
“I have a beautiful woman in my bed who I know shouldn’t be here but for the life of me I don’t give a flying fuck...good morning, Tia Maria.” He kissed my hair. His voice was enough to have me reeling. I wanted him again. It was even more deep in it’s sleepy state and sounded like a smooth balm over my shattered life. I didn’t want to leave this safe space he created. The bubble in which I felt like the queen. The hand that was draped possessively over me while I slept started running up and down my body raking the fire within me.
“I’m sorry I passed out. I should get going.” I mumbled a little embarrassed and a lot self conscious.
“Maybe I should be the one apologizing to you. I got a bit carried away last night after restraining myself pretty much all day I just couldn’t keep my hands off you.”
“I shouldn’t be here.” I said trying to steel myself against his touch. I really just wanted to climb on top of him but my reality was setting in. His hands continued to roam.
“Maybe that’s true. Or maybe this is exactly where you should be, Tia Maria.” His hand went to my chin and lifted it so he could place a soft kiss on my lips. “That name suits you, by the way. The smooth taste of alcohol and Jamaican coffee mixed with splash of vanilla. The alcohol slowly makes its way through the system disguised by the other tantalizing tastes. The heady combination can get you hooked, if you’re not careful.” He spoke softly against my lips and all I wanted to do was climbed fully on top of him. My headache was very much forgotten.
“I really really should not be here, Neil.” I breathed against his lips.
“Your body is saying something totally different.” He reached down and took my exposed nipple between two fingers.
“My body cannot and should not be trusted around you.” I breathed. He laughed. A loud, glorious sound. I’m glad he found my inability to control myself around him funny.
“Ok princess. I’m willing to make you a deal.” He said seriously and sat up with his back against the huge oak headboard drawing my body tangled in the sheets with him.
“A deal? I don’t know what you could possibly say to convince me that I should be here.” I said saucily.
“Make no mistake Tia, I can make you whimper like a baby and beg me to stay...” I cut him off.
“Oh, confident aren’t we?!”
“Listen, if you stay here with me for a week, I will teach you how to fix your marriage.”
“Are you fucking crazy?!” I almost shouted at his so called deal.
“I have a married woman, and not just any married woman, but a pastor’s wife in my bed. You tell me if I’m fucking crazy.” He hopped out of the bed and grabbed a robe from a nearby chair and shrugged it on tying the belt almost vehemently.
“Your marriage needs saving, yes? You don’t need to answer that. It goes without saying. School children in fucking England can probably see it!” Now his voice went a notch higher. “I didn’t send for you Tia! You came looking for trouble and now you have mi full attention! Mi say mi hooked like a fucking crackhead.” He walked to the door and with his hand on the handle he said, “I don’t know that you have a choice in this matter anyway, you’re not leaving. I’m sure your little church sisters would love this juicy piece of gossip about the First Lady.”
“You wouldn’t!”
“Of course I wouldn’t, but I know plenty who would. Don’t try me.”
“This is kidnapping! And blackmail!” My heart was in my throat but at the same time, there was a delicious streak of lightning bolting through my veins.
“Call it what you will. I suggest you contact who you need to contact so you don’t turn up on my tv as a missing person.” He shrugged and left closing the door behind him.
Fuck! He was serious. My headache came back full force. What was I supposed to tell Kevin. My job was easy, I could work remotely. That’s it! I’ll tell him I’m away in the country on business. I have no idea where I was anyway. After I passed out last night I didn’t know what happened until I was in this room naked. Where were all my stuff anyway? I started looking frantically around the huge room. There were two chairs in each corner of the room, one had my clothes neatly folded on it and my purse hanging from the side.
I scooted off the bed and grabbed the bag rummaging wildly for my cellphone. There were 10 missed calls from Kevin along with some work emails. There was nothing from my parents which meant he didn’t contact them. I decided to handle the work details first. I called my assistant and told her I was feeling under the weather and she should reschedule my meetings and forward any urgent emails. I will handle them from home. Then I called Kevin.
“Tia where are you?! I’ve been worried out of my mind!” He shouted into the phone.
“Why worry when you can pray?” I said blankly.
“Where are you? Are you still at your parents? Could you not have called to say you were staying over?” He was firing the questions away.
“I was too busy sliding down a pole to hell and it was such a sweet ride I got carried away, I didn’t remember.” I know the pun was lost on him, but it felt so good to be away from him and not see his condemning stares.
“You make jokes about hell as if you don’t believe it exists anymore!”
“Oh it’s very real and believe me when I say the ride is sweet. Anyway, I won’t be home for a few days.” I said bracing myself for the backlash of what people from church will say.
“Ok.” He said calmly. The backlash did not come. That was new. In fact it was outright strange.
“What? No condemnation Jesus Christ of Emanuel Truth?” I asked sarcastically.
“It’s ok Tia. I’ll see you when you get home. Maybe we need to have a talk when you get home.” I rolled my eyes at that.
“Goodbye.” I said and hung up the phone. Could Neil really fix us? More importantly did I want him to fix us? I may not be trying to help my marriage in the most conventional way, but let it not be said that I didn’t try.
I blew out a frustrated breath and threw my cell phone on the night stand next to Neil’s bed and took off my princess cut ad tossed it into my bag. I needed to shower. I don’t know where he was or how he was going to help me but I can’t say I wasn’t curious for more reasons than one.
I opened a door closer to the bed and it was a huge walk in closet. Wow. What the hell did he need so much clothes for?! My sense of smell was bombarded by him and I was instantly aroused. I think it’s knowing what he’s capable of doing that makes me so turned on just from thinking about him or smelling his potent scent. He allowed me to be myself when wee made love. I could tell him exactly what I wanted and how I wanted it and he would deliver without complaint. His expertise in the area was really evident. The man was good at what he did, there was no question. As to whether or not he would make me beg...I don’t know. Would he? He was always so giving as if my pleasure was his ultimate goal.
I was already naked so I stepped into the shower, slid the glass door shut secretly hoping Neil would walk in on me and join me. My aunt and uncle had baths and showers together so often I actually thought it was normal for couples to do this until I was married and Kevin flatly refused to shower with me. I think one of the most erotic things is to be jacked up against the shower wall while warm water cascaded over you and your partner’s entwined bodies. Let’s not talk about baths. I wanted to experience soaking in warm soapy water with my back to my partner, body molding to him feeling and learning every inch of his body, but again, I never had that because it was sinful. My eye roll was automatic at the thought as I turned on the warm water and allowed it to spray my body.
As I washed my body, I briefly considered what he said. ‘I will make you beg me’ yea right I thought. You turn me on and you can make me cum, Dr. Neil, but I’ve been controlling my body for years now, there will be no begging. My hair was a curly mess after my shower, I towel dried it as best I could and did a pineapple bun at the top of my head, then I rummaged through his closet and of course there were dress shirts and T-shirts but I chose a white dress shirt. I shrugged the shirt on buttoning it, the last button stopped at my knee. I rolled the sleeves to my elbows.
Damn! I felt sexy! I haven’t felt this sexy in a really long time. I stood before his mirror looking at myself. Even in his oversized dress shirt my hips, butt, and breast stood out. I looked like a different person. If ‘throughly fucked’ had a name that would be me. The man was magnificent. Everything about him. He brought out the fire in me. He knew exactly how to to blow it up and cool it down without even trying. I could feel the embers glowing deep within me needing the tending that only he could offer.
“You wear that so much better than I do.” His soft deep voice startled me. I didn’t hear him come into the closet. He was standing behind me looking at my figure. He stepped closer. He was already showered too he was wearing only loose fitting black sweats and a white towel around his neck. His muscular chest still had beads of water from his shower. I swallowed just staring at him. This was what God described when he wrote ‘fearfully and wonderfully made.’ He moved close enough to me that I could feel the heat from his body on my back.
“I couldn’t find anything else to put on...” he cut me off.
“It doesn’t matter, princess because I really don’t need you in clothes anyway. I don’t plan on making you leave this room.” He said as his hands gently spanned my waist and moved slowly to my hips.
“You seriously plan on keeping me captive here?” I said as my eyes drifted close and my body savoring the delicious sensations his hands were causing.
“Yes. I said I will help you to fix your marriage didn’t I?” His lips were against my neck trailing tiny kisses as he spoke. “I’m helping you as a professional, but as a man I would take every inch of you for myself. I would savor every taste, every bite, every morsel of your sweet body.” He moved from one side of my neck to the next with the tiny bites.
“No other man on this planet would have a chance to touch you. I would lock you in Rapunzel’s tower if I have to. You shouldn’t have to be here, Tia. Look at yourself.” With his hand on my jaw he angled my head to the front and my eyes opened unwillingly. What I saw was how perfectly our bodies fit together. I could see how our chests moved in tandem with our laboured breathing; and it was frightening how perfect we looked together.
“How exactly do you plan on helping me, Dr. Neil? If you’re all over me every second you get then how is that supposed to help my marriage?”
“Ok fine. I won’t touch you again, unless you beg me to.” He held up his hands and backed away from me.
Oh fuck that was not what I wanted at all. “I will teach you how to be in touch with your sensuality so that it shines through when you’re with your husband.” He continued as he backed out of the closet. He was all professional, his entire demeanor changed. “Come with me.” I followed him back to the bedroom and surprisingly the bed was neatly made and there was a tray with fruits, omelette, toast and coffee on the chest at the foot of the bed.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked to eat so put this together myself.” He said pointing to the tray. “I would have said you need to eat because you will need your energy, but then I won’t be touching you, at least not the way I really want to.”
Shit! I wanted him to touch me. Me and my mouth! But then again it was probably best as I shouldn’t have been there in the first place and he really shouldn’t be touching me no matter how good it felt. He was a professional. Of course his touch was golden but it was also sinful.
“Thank you. Just fruits and coffee is fine.” I murmured.
“Please help yourself. I’ll sit here and watch you eat.” He sat on one of the high back chairs and watched with smoldering intensity as I sat on the edge of the bed, not hiding my legs, I opened my them wider so he had the perfect view of under his shirt. His eyes glanced down quickly and back up to my face and I smiled secretly. Since he was intent on watching me I’ll give him a show. There was an assortment of fruits- pineapple slices, apple slices, watermelon, cantaloupe, grapes and my personal favorite, strawberries. Wasn’t going to touch me? We’ll see about that. I popped a grape from the bunch and staring him directly in the eyes, I placed it between my lips and then slowly sucked it inside my mouth. Not taking his eyes off me, he shifted in his chair his eyes widening infinitesimally. He lifted his right ankle across his left knee, his back smack against the high back of the chair.
I started humming the tune to Bishop Brigg’s ‘River’. His brows shot up in surprise. I pretended not to see and reached for another grape and repeated the process with the grape but this time I stood up to the beat of the song and extended my hands above my head and ran my fingers lightly down my neck and down between breasts, then up again. The grape still between my teeth I strutted to the tune of the song over to him and put my forehead to his and my lips to his forcing him to take the grape from my lips with his. I started singing the lyrics of the song while moving to the beat. I extended my legs across the chair and over his lap attempted to sit but quickly got up forcing my breasts to his lips. I moved quickly away from him bending over exposing my naked butt and clean shaved pussy to him, taking my own sweet time sliding my body up in a standing position as my hands ran from my legs up the side of my body stopping to grip my breasts.
Dance Choreography of original video: I do not own the rights
Moving my hips to the beat of the tune of the song I put both hands on his chest, I stood over him and with my forehead on his and my lips almost touching his I said, “baby shut your mouth and run me like a river.” I pushed off him and was about to walk away and he grabbed the back of his shirt and dragged me back to him. It happened so quickly I gasped loudly as he spun me around and deposited me in his lap, his dick straining up against my now very wet pussy.
“What the fuck are you doing to me?!” He breathed raggedly as his mouth slammed down on mine and his hands non too gently ripped the shirt open causing buttons to fly all over the room. He threw the shirt across the room while his tongue delved so deep into my mouth I cold taste the grape on his breath. It was like sweet punishment. I was naked in his arms as the words of the song echoed in my head especially the part where Bishop said,
‘shut your mouth baby stand and deliver
Holy hands will they make me a sinner?
Like a river, like a river
Shut your mouth and run me like a river’.
His mouth moved from my lips down my neck kissing, biting and sucking; until he slowly moved down to my nipples. He licked and sucked around my nipples ignoring my moans which were silent pleas for him to take the nipple in his mouth. He wanted me to beg. I clung to his neck, throwing my body backward as his strong arms supported me and his lips drove me wild. I guess he was intent on following through on my command to run me like a river. His tongue circled the nipple but he never touched it. I moaned so deep I’m sure it came from the depths of my soul but he continued ignoring me.
“Neil...” I breathed.
“Yes baby?”
“Please...” I breathed. He didn’t need anything else. I could feel his smile against my nipple as he drew it in his mouth hard sending that familiar electric current straight to my pussy causing me to groan without care. That made him give equal attention to the other nipple. I was so lost in the sensations I was moaning uncontrollably and that seemed to make his dick strain more and more against his sweats touching my special spot. I ground against him and he clamped his lips around my nipple.
“I want you inside me,” I pleaded.
“Help yourself to what you want baby. He’s all yours.” He said as I straightened and fumbled with the waist of his sweats to free him.
“You make me insatiable. I wish I could fuck you for the rest of my life.” I slid down on him ever so slowly savoring the groan that I could feel from his gut. I don’t know why I was so bold around him. He brought out my true self. He gave me that freedom to say what I felt. I could tell him exactly what I wanted. Why?
“You asked and your wish is my command. Ride him any way you want baby.” His breathing was laboured as he gave me full reign. I clung to his neck bouncing up and down and rocking back and forth. Slowly at first, then fast, watching him clench his jaw as the myriad of sensations washed over him. It was a glorious feeling being able to control this all powerful sexy ass man.
“I want you to fuck me against that wall.” I said in his ear and bit his lobe.
“Woman yu pussy is like a fucking clam!” He stood and I wrapped my arms and legs around him drawing him deeper inside me. I gasped. “Bomboclaat mi neva know me could a go any deeper. Fuck!” He put my back against the wall and continued to slam into me with long deep strokes; each bringing me closer and closer to that peak, that point of no return.
“Don’t cum” he commanded when he felt the first clenching of my pussy muscles. “I know you want what you want, but I want you to be the master of your sensuality. I know it’s hard because you think you’re so hungry and you really want it; but I want you to hold it. Control it. The longer you hold it the longer any man who wants to please his woman will fight to bring you to that place.” He spoke between clench teeth. This man’s control was unbelievable.
I held his jaw in my hands and brought his lips to mine trying to distract myself from the overwhelming pleasure he was bringing me up against the wall; my other arm clung to his neck. “I don’t want another man.” I said against his lips.
“And I don’t want you to want another man. Let me work for that beautiful orgasm baby. You’re in control. I’m following your lead.” I didn’t understand how he could be so deep inside me and coaching me at the same time, but his words built my determination and I moved in tandem with him. We built a rhythm together and rode it together until I could no longer hold the clenching of my muscles.
“Baby I’m cumming. Cum with me please,” I pleaded and he obliged as together we rode the wave of one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever experienced in my life. He was still buried inside me as my body grew limp against his. I could barely hang on to him as he walked us to the nearby bed. He laid me down covering my body as he covered my lips. Why was he so sweet? Why was he the best and worse thing that ever happened to me? He really did make me run like a river.
“You make me forget everything. All my rules have flown through the window since the night I met you. What the the fuck is it with you Tia?” He was kissing me earnestly as if he couldn’t get enough of my lips. I could feel his cock stirring to life again. That’s what I really loved about him, he was as insatiable as I was.
“Why do I feel like I’m falling for you?” The words were out of his mouth before he could stop them and it shocked us both.
“Shhhhh” I put my finger to his lips, though I could feel it too, but I was caught between the devil and the deep blue sea. “Don’t say it.” He kissed my finger then continued kissing my lips, his body moving over mine as his dick came fully alive and ready for action again. This time he made love to me so slowly. It was like a first encounter loving. I’m sure I heard him whisper ‘I love you’ under his breath as he climaxed for the second time that morning. I chose not to acknowledge it and he never brought it up again.
The few days that followed were like a dream of the purest loving interspersed with sporadic fucking. He didn’t give me a chance to leave the room. I didn’t know if there were other people in the house or if it were just us, but if there were other people I’m sure they could hear my screams. The house was in the mountains so there were foliage all around when I looked through the window. The air was fresh and I felt so alive. He was all over me every chance he got- his mouth, his hands, his teeth his tongue his fingers. He gave me a computer so I could work, but I barely got much done with him. He made me happy. I have not been this happy in years and I pushed my reality to the back of mind deciding to focus on what I had here and now.
“Do you trust me, Tia Maria?” He asked one evening as I was finishing up an urgent report. I had gotten used to him using my parents’ nick name for me. I loved it when he called me Tia Maria. I looked up at him wondering why he would ask me such a question.
“I do,” I answered without hesitation looking into his deep brown eyes.
“Do you remember what I said about your control?” He asked.
“Yes...” I said closing the laptop and giving him my full attention.
“I’m going to tie you to that chair and blindfold you and see how long you can control yourself before tapping out. Are you game?” He asked excitedly. I was always game when it came to him. I could deny him nothing.
“Ok...”
“Come here,” he held his hand out and I took it and he helped me off the bed. He placed the chair in the middle of the room and I sat feeling my excitement bubbling to the surface but trying to tap it down since this was supposed to be a teaching exercise. He opened the top drawing of his night stand and produced a silk blind fold and cable ties. He tied my hands behind the back of the chair and spread my legs tying each ankle to a leg of the chair. He then undid the buttons of his shirt all the way down exposing my body to him. He kissed my lips softly before he placed the blindfold over my eyes.
“Do not move unless I tell you to. Do not cum unless I tell you to and do not make a sound. Do you understand?” He said against my ear. I nodded to acknowledge my understanding. I was already moist from the anticipation.
“If it’s too much for you please say stop. This is about communicating during the act of intimacy.” He continued and I nodded again. I heard a bit of shuffling then the sound of Rihanna’s ‘Russian Roulette’ filled the room.
Russian Roulette: I do not own the rights to this song.
I couldn’t see, but I could hear every word of that song for the first time. He came over me and kissed my neck very lightly, his lips barely touching my skin. I took a deep breath but made no sound remembering my promise. I arched my necked hoping his lips would come back but it didn’t. His finger lightly circled one one of my nipples then it was gone. I could smell him. I know he was close and he was watching for my reaction. I stayed as still as I could. His tongue dipped into my navel and made a wet path up between my breasts. His tongue stopped over my heart and I know he could feel the thumping of my heart under his tongue. ‘How fitting’ I thought to myself as the words of the song washed over me.
His tongue left my heart and his mouth covered my nipple through the cotton of his shirt and two fingers dipped inside my pussy. I gasped loudly as the current shot through me.
“Not a sound”, he commanded and I bit my lips as his fingers went in and out of me and his lips went to the other breast this time biting the nipple through the fabric.
“Ahhh!” I couldn’t help my cry.
“Not a sound Tia!” His command was loud over the music. His fingers kept a a steady pace and his mouth moved from one nipple to the next through the shirt. When his tongue finally touched my bare sensitive nipple, the muscles of my pussy contracted and I was gushing pussy juice all over his fingers. I was lost and I knew I failed the test miserably as the moan came from deep in my throat and through my lips as I arched myself as much as I could into his mouth.
“Stop! Stop!” I shouted above the music. I wasn’t capable of not reacting to his touch. “I can’t do this, Neil” I hung my head as my body rode the last waves of my climax. He withdrew he fingers and the music stopped. He cut the ties from my hands and my ankles and I dragged the blindfold from my eyes angry with myself.
“Hey, It’s ok baby,” he lifted my chin and kissed my lips softly. “The body wants what it wants just like the heart wants what it wants...” He left that statement hanging and I knew there was more to it but he decided to leave it. I’m glad he did. I didn’t want to deal with the complications. I didn’t want to confront what I was feeling for him. It was wrong and I was confused. Yes, I didn’t want my time with him to end, but it had to, and I needed to go back to reality.
“No, It’s not ok. Don’t you get it?!” I stood up suddenly. I was angry at myself and at life for making me have to choose between the life I know and the sweet pleasure this man could give me.
“Do you think I want you to leave?! I wish I could lock you away from the world and that stupid husband of yours! Don’t you see that I want you for myself Tia?!”
“It’s not that simple and you know it! Don’t make this more complicated than it already is!” Tears pooled in my eyes. I pushed at his chest but of course that didn’t move him. He held my hands and pulled me to him hugging my body to him.
“I’m sorry, T. He held my head to his chest. It was useless fighting him. I just wanted to be with him. I knew the love was gone from my marriage, but this game was a foolish and dangerous one. We couldn’t continue to tempt fate.
“I’ll leave in another couple of days and then what Neil?” I asked looking up into his eyes, tears still swimming in mine.
“So that’s it then? You’ve had your fill and you will just walk from my life?” He asked letting go of me and running his hand over his head in a distressed way.
“It’s not like that! What do you want from me?!”
“Fuck! I want you Tia! I want you! Another man’s fucking wife! Tia you don’t need to conform to societal norms. If these pass couple of days haven’t showed you that, I don’t know what will.” I opened my mouth but no words came out. I didn’t know how to respond. It wasn’t that easy.
He looked defeated when I didn’t respond. “Yea I know. Who am I to want the pastor’s wife right? Where did you come from?! How the fuck did you even find me, Tia?” He let out an exasperated sigh and left the room.
I didn’t know what to do. I sat on the bed and put my head in my hands. What could I do really? I was bound to stay in a loveless marriage as dictated by societal norms. I was concerned about what our “peers” would say. The same peers who I didn’t particularly want as friends. I don’t know how long I sat there but I finally got up and buttoned the shirt and ventured from the room for the first time to find him. I needed to make him understand that I wanted to be with him too but it was hard for me to do it on my own and I needed him.
I had no idea where he was. I didn’t know if we were alone but I was basically naked. I hope there was nobody else in this house. To think I’ve been here for days and I didn’t venture outside the room. I walked down the winding staircase looking at the abstract paintings on the wall. I heard loud talking before I hit the last step of the staircase and I walked across the large hall to what seemed like an office. The door was half open and I could hear Neil shouting.
“Why did you come here?! It’s dangerous for you to come here. What if she sees you?!” He sounded frustrated. Dangerous for who to see who? I wondered.
“I can’t do this anymore anyway! So maybe it’s a good thing you came here. I’m done!” He continued shouting Who was he talking to. I was really curious the closer I got to the sound of his voice.
“You fell in love with her didn’t you?! That was not part of the deal!” Another male voice said. What the fuck?! That voice was way too familiar for comfort.
“You’re a professional. You were supposed to satisfy her physically, that’s all! Don’t tell me she’s in love with you too?!” The voice shouted incredulously.
“What the fuck?!” I shouted. I didn’t wait for Neil to respond I pushed the door wide open so that my husband and my lover could see me clearly...
