Page 10 of Sire: On Your Knees

"Mmm." I moaned against my will.

"Nah, that's not it." Sire's voice was so low it sounded like a rumble of thunder.

I felt cold when he stepped away from me, but he wasn't gone for long. He circled me again. With his eyes trained on mine, he bent down and popped one of my nipples into his mouth. The warmth felt so comforting and electrifying. I shuddered when he suckled a little harder. While he feasted and massaged my breasts, his other hand cuffed my ass. I hissed when he smacked me across the cheeks hard as hell.

My head tipped backward when he switched sides. I saw stars behind my eyes as I savored every sensation he created within me. It felt like my body wasn't my own. I didn't want to have this reaction to his touch, but how could I not when he looked and smelled so fucking good? Everything was forgotten as his lips kissed a line down my stomach.

He licked his lips when he squatted in front of my pussy. "Are you ready to tell me what's the matter?"

"I already told you," I quickly replied.

I froze when he began to untie the strings holding the gold thong together. When it was off, he inhaled my scent deeply then gazed up at me with liquid fire churning in his eyes. It was like it unlocked something within him because before I knew it, Sire had my leg hooked over his shoulder, and his face was buried between my legs.

"Ouu, ahh... Ssss... Mmm..." Everything felt so good. My body had never felt more alive than in this moment. He pushed his face deeper in as he licked and slurped my wetness like a dessert. "Sire..."

"Hm?"

He didn't pause to stop what he was doing. "Iii-iitttt it's too much."

"It's not enough," he mumbled before I felt his tongue bury inside of me.

That really sent me over the edge. I grabbed onto his head to steady myself as he rocked my hips back and forth against his slick mouth. I gasped in short spurts as an indescribable feeling washed over me.

"Sirreeeeee!" I yelled his name without concern for who heard. He was making me feel too fucking good, and I wasn't used to that. "Stop, I'm a virgin," I admitted. I was afraid he was going to go further.

He continued to lick my slippery folds with quick swipes of his tongue until he felt satisfied. He licked his lips, finally unlatching himself from my sensitive clit. "I know," he replied. He slowly stood until he towered over me. My knees were so weak I thought I was going to fall over. "I didn't think those existed anymore, but it's okay. I will train you to be everything a man craves and so much more."

While I wanted to ask what he meant, I couldn't fathom thinking right now. I'd just had my first orgasm, and it was the most amazing thing I'd ever experienced. Without another word, Sire spun around and left me standing there like a fool. Only then was I able to exhale.

Ithought a run would help erase the look on Knovah's face when she came all over my tongue, but it didn't. My accelerated heart rate only intensified everything I was feeling. By the time I walked off the elevator, my dick rested against my leg hard as a rock. My feet carried me straight to my guest bedroom.

I opened the door as quietly as possible. Knovah had the shades open so the rays of the rising sun cast a golden glow over her face. I'd never seen a person look more peaceful when they were sleeping. Considering the circumstances, I was shocked that she wasn't experiencing nightmares. There was this innocence to Knovah's pretty ass that fascinated me. I might've chipped away a tiny shard of it when I made her ride my face, but the rest of it was still there.

Stepping back, I closed her door as quietly as I could. I went to take a quick shower to wash the sweat from my ten-mile run around the city. I dressed in a simple pair of sweatpants once my hygiene was handled and slid my feet into a pair of slippers.

Going into the kitchen, I pulled out eggs, turkey bacon, and ingredients for French toast. A smooth jazz playlist flowed from the speakers while I cooked up a hearty meal. I was almost finished when Noonie came stumbling from the back of thepenthouse. Her short hair was all over her head like an American porcupine, and there was a white crust trail from drool on the corner of her mouth. Yet when she yawned and stretched her arms over her head, I couldn't help but admire how naturally pretty she was.

"Morning. I thought I smelled bacon." She inched closer to where I was scrambling eggs. "I thought I was supposed to cook the meals."

I wasn't sure what I would say if I responded, so I kept quiet. Knovah's presence was overwhelming today. It didn't take rocket science to know that it had to do with tasting her. She left a stain on me no matter how many times I washed my face or brushed my teeth. Her scent was just there... lingering, reminding me of how much I enjoyed making her tremble and pant.

"Okay, well, I'm going to freshen up. I'll be back." Again, I kept silent, but my eyes trailed behind her until she was out of view. Her ass jiggled in the silk pajama shorts I'd placed in her closet. It was a good choice because her ass looked perfect swallowing the soft fabric.

I began making plates, thinking about what Knovah had revealed to me last night. I don't know how I went from being pissed off that she'd tried to escape me to devouring her. It was like I lost all control once I got a whiff of her scent. I only set out to understand what Radio meant when he said she was a terrible dancer. That part was true. Baby girl had no rhythm, but she had something even better. Something that intrigued me and increased her value... her virginity.

I set the plates on the bar then went to pull apple and orange juice from the refrigerator. I slammed the door, becoming infuriated by the thought of another nigga popping Knovah's cherry. I couldn't shake these haunting thoughts that said if any nigga was to smear her purity with their seed, it would be me. Atthe same time, I knew I shouldn't give two fucks about her sex life. I kept her to sell her body as payment for what was lost to me. Now, I was starting to consider keeping her for myself as my own personal sex toy to fondle and devour whenever I wanted to.

I hadn't forgotten how she ended up my prisoner in the first place or the hand she played in my brother's robbery. Tahmir was still recovering from her friend shooting him, and that couldn't be forgotten or forgiven. Yet when I heard her feet shuffling down the hall, I quickly took a seat to eat my food.

Knovah sat beside me, looking refreshed, but her hair was still wild. I could smell the mint wafting from her freshly brushed teeth. She eyed the food before glancing up at me.

"Thank you. This looks delicious." Her voice was as sweet as honey. "You like jazz music? Who would've guessed?" she noted, speaking on my playlist that still played in the background of my racing thoughts.

I kept silent. There was a war happening inside of me that I didn't understand. I watched Knovah like a hawk when she sighed heavily and dropped her shoulders, indicating she was bothered by my silence. She lifted her fork all dainty-like and began to eat her food. If it weren't for the music, the only sounds in the room would be our breathing, forks scraping the plates, and our racing hearts because I was certain I could hear hers too.

I debated on just sending Knovah to the ho house with Lexus so I could be rid of her and these thoughts, which had turned my mind into a crowded playground. Still, she was so interesting. I watched as she fiddled with the purple string bracelet around her wrist, and I wondered what the story was behind it.

Even from where I sat, I could tell it was weathered from being worn so much. I bet she never took it off... Why? I balled my fist up, hating the way my curiosity was spinning out of control.

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