Page 9 of Payback's a B!tch

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Constance, AKA Julie

He lookeda little disappointed when he found me in the master bedroom on the floor. His raised flag was quite pronounced. In my position, I was easily able to reach out and grab his zipper but I refrained.

His carpentry skills came in handy. It wasn’t what he was expecting to do, close to midnight. But he didn’t complain, and showed professionalism while he was completing the task at hand. The window was slightly open to take advantage of the salt air and cool breeze that was coming in from the ocean a few feet away.

The bed was custom-made, with sturdy material that could take a pounding and stay intact. He quickly got down to business; it took almost two hours to assemble the parts. The memory foam mattress was put on with no need for a box spring. It was high off the ground and he watched me intently when I put on the red silk sheets and black duvet.

It would be like sleeping on a cloud

“How much do I owe you?” I posed the question with my feet dangling over the side of the bed, unencumbered by the sandals which had been left out on the deck, discarded for the moment.

“You don’t owe me anything.” He slurred his words under the influence of a few beers, but he was still remarkably in control of his faculties.

His shirt was still open, but this time there was a sheen of sweat, courtesy of working with his hands.

“That was going above and beyond the call of duty. I have to reward you somehow. Perhaps we can make a trade,” I suggested, with my hand outstretched inches away from the target that was much bigger when it was up close and personal.

“You have been sending me mixed messages all night. I’m going to need you to say the words,” he implored, standing at the threshold to the bedroom door. He was seconds away from retreating into the safety of his own bedroom down the hall.

“I think you know exactly what I mean. I’m not going to paint you a picture,” I whispered with my hands still outstretched.

He quickly took a couple of steps closer until he could feel my fingers frantically pulling down the zipper. I was smiling when I reached inside and pulled it out.

I gasped and grabbed the base, with my fingers wrapped around it until they were barely touching.

“That does feel good, but maybe we should think before we act,” he beseeched me as his piece of hardware was on full display.

The muscles of his shoulder tensed when he felt my hot breath getting closer to the object of my affection. There was a thick and heavy sense of anticipation in the air. That first kiss left a crimson mark of my desire on the tip of his member. I circled it with my tongue, making the knob glisten in the light bulb over top of us.

This was the first time in my life that I was at a loss for words. The whole night had been leading up to this moment. I was the one in control, taking the lead and setting the pace for this impromptu meeting of the minds and bodies.

Stroking the length had him literally in the palm of my hand.

“I knew it was going to be big, but it’s different when you see it. Something tells me that you’ve left a long list of broken hearts in your wake. I don’t want to be one of them. The chemistry was there the moment we met. I was debating for quite some time how to let you down easy, but that ship has sailed. This is what I have been missing in my life,” I declared with my mouth parted and slowly descending. My eyes were wide, waiting for that moment of truth.

There was no stopping once we got started.

Standing there at attention, he was at the mercy of my eager mouth. Those inches were consumed by me on my knees looking up at him. The feeling was amazing. There was no way to describe it in words.

My mortal soul was at stake. I could easily lose myself in those eyes.

His life had been nothing more than an endless stream of women in and out of his bedroom like a revolving door. I had this feeling that he barely remembered their faces, let alone their names. It was wrong on many levels to use him like this.

I was having fun and had him on the edge a little sooner than I expected. I was usually in more control but he had broken me. This constant dance had been sending subliminal messages below my waist all night. Having him in my mouth was giving me a temporary reprieve. The lipstick smeared the shaft to mark my territory.

“I wish there was some way I could tell you how I feel. Life has been hard. I’m not deserving of you or any other woman, he grunted. “The best thing you can do you is run away. This isn’t going to be enough for me. You’re close to opening up a Pandora’s Box that you’re not going to be able to close again,” he warned through clenched teeth.

He was watching the way my lips conveyed this wanton desire in a more pleasing way than words.

I could feel those tingles of persuasion starting deep down and rising exponentially. It was all a little confusing how fast we had gone from business to pleasure in the blink of an eye. My pace was meant to bring him to the brink with rapid-fire strikes of my tongue.

The vein down the back was throbbing and the head was ballooning when I suddenly stopped. The feel of him in my mouth was something addictive. It made me a slave to my desires.

His disappointment showed on his face. His eyes were wide. It was just another part of the plan that I almost forgot about in the heat of the moment.

“I like that look on your face. Every woman knows teasing is pleasing. You can deny it but the evidence is right in front of me. This is what you like. This is what you want. I have you exactly where I want you. A man’s weakness is a pretty face and a nice body attached to it,” I expressed as my hands were still wrapped around the base to stop the flow until that sensation subsided.

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