Page 26 of Sire: On Your Knees

I waved him off. "Whatever. I'll be back."

I nearly skipped to the elevator. I danced in place before pressing the button for the garage. I held my breath as I pressed the button, and the elevator began to move. I released a shaky breath, realizing I was an approved guest now.

I raced to the wall of keys once I was in the garage. Sire had a Range Rover truck, and his blacked-out Eskimo that Ernesto drove us around in, too, but the keys for the BMW were easy to find. He was still pissed about me scraping his rim but already had plans to get it fixed, so I knew it was not that big of a deal.

This was my first time going out on my own in two months. I couldn't believe Sire was willing to be accommodating. He didn't even put up a fight, and I appreciated that. I planned to enjoy a day of being pampered before handling my original errand. I deserved it for all I'd been through. Over the last two weeks, Sire had allowed me out of the penthouse with him by my side, but this was his first time allowing me to leave on my own.

I wasted no time heading over to my favorite salon. Fly Girls Only was one of those all-in-one places where you could get your hair, nails, waxes, and lashes done. It was early in the day, so I was mentally prepared to be here for hours. Thankfully, I arrived at a good enough time to be serviced immediately.

I sat in Noel's chair to get my hair done first. No one did a frontal like my girl, and she always provided bundles when necessary. I told her I wanted a deep side part and to experiment with a little color. She was always ready to try something new, and since I trusted her, I knew she wouldn't disappoint me. Sire was going to be drooling when I walked back into the penthouse, which was my goal.

We caught up with each other about life. I did my best not to reveal where I'd been or why I had gone MIA. Of course, Ria came up because we came together all the time. It pained me to know no one had heard from or seen her. I prayed one day I'd know what happened because I still couldn't believe she had abandoned me.

My thoughts shifted to Sire. I could escape right now if I wanted to, but I didn't. The thought hadn't crossed my mind in a while. I was lowkey settling into a life with Sire. I knew hisroutines and found myself happy to cater to them. I couldn't help but wonder what came next. Did I stay, or did I go? He hadn't given a timeline as to how long he planned to keep me, but I no longer cared. When the time came, I would worry about it then.

As expected, Noel slayed my hair, so I moved on to get a manicure and pedicure. Keeping it simple, I got a French tip set before getting a full body wax. By the time I left the salon, I felt like a bad bitch. I headed to the store to gather everything I needed for my surprise.

Sire wasn't there when I returned to the penthouse hours later, but a gift was waiting in the guest bedroom. I guessed it was a canvas by how big it was and the way it leaned against the wall. Removing the packaging, I covered my mouth in shock when I saw it was a Loray painting... specifically, the one I'd been admiring at the gallery. To know he cared enough to purchase it for me had me in shambles. Sire was far from perfect, but there was so much to love about him. I was excited for him to get home to display how thankful I was.

Checking the clock on top of the stove, I rushed to stand in front of the elevator. I knew Sire would arrive any minute now. I came home, showered, and dressed in a cute white lingerie set called Angel before putting together his gift basket. I picked up all the essentials he was low on and a few other things, like his favorite snacks and candy.

I sucked in a shaky breath when I heard the elevator door ding. Sire was glancing down at his phone when he stepped off, so he didn't notice me at first. Eventually, his gaze slid up my frame at a snail's pace. It took everything to hold myself together. The desire in his eyes helped boost my confidence.I straightened my spine before slowly walking forward. The strappy heels I wore clacked a beat along the way.

"Hi, handsome," I sweetly greeted him.

"What's up, baby?" he replied in a deep voice. I tucked my lip and handed him the basket. "What's this for?"

I dropped to a squatting position in front of him. "Being yourself and as a thank you for the painting. I love what you did for Bria and her son. I wanted you to know I see you."

I lifted my hands to his zipper. He went deathly still as I lowered his pants around his ankles, and his boxers followed shortly after.

My breaths came out in short spurts as I eyed his thick dick. Glancing up at him, I made my request. "Teach me how to suck your dick."

Sire eased his gift basket on the stand beside him. "On your knees," he commanded in a voice that vibrated my clit. I moaned while doing as I was told. "Open your mouth." It popped open almost instantaneously. He had a juicy vein running along his length before curving up to his tip, which made my mouth water. When he eased his dick between my lips, I loved how velvety smooth it was.

Sire's hand went to the back of my head. "I love your hair like this. You look sexy as fuck." He guided my movements. My head bobbed back and forth along the length of his shaft. My mouth watered with each pump.

His fingers dug into my scalp, but I didn't mind. "Just like that, Novi. Take your time. This shit's a marathon, not a race. Push him as deep as he can go, pull him out, spit on it, then lick up every drop, and then repeat."

I followed Sire's instructions to the tee. Eventually, I found my rhythm. His thigh muscles quivered as I became more comfortable, blocking off my airways to pleasure him. I glanced up at him with tears in my eyes. His head was tossed back, andhis mouth was wide open. Seeing how much he was enjoying it encouraged me to suck faster and filled me with joy. The more I sucked, the more obsessed I became with him.

"Fuck, baby. I'm about cum," he shared with me in a raspy voice.

I pulled down my top so that my titties were free. "I'm ready for you."

When he looked down to see me bouncing my titties, he started stroking himself until he painted my chest. I smiled widely, loving the warmth of his seed.

"Can I sit on it, JaSire?" I cooed, taking over with stroking him. I was ready to feel him inside of me now.

Sire nodded in a daze. "You can do whatever you want with me."

I smiled, lifting to my feet and pulling him over to the couch. I pushed him down and straddled his lap. He was ready, and so was I. I still wasn't used to how good it felt to slide down his shaft. I climbed on my feet and placed my hands on his shoulders. He held my waist as I began throwing my ass to the best of my ability.

I hissed when he smacked me across the ass. "Fuck me, Knovah. Take what you want."

Sire balled up a fistful of my hair, yanking my head back as he sat up on the couch. The new position changed the angle at which he entered me, causing my eyes to roll to the back of my head. He pumped into me, intensifying my building orgasm.

"Yes, baby, yes. You feel so good." I opened my eyes to look at him and lost my ability to speak. Even though he was frowning as he fought against the building pleasure, he was still the most handsome man in the world to me. I ran my fingers through his soft hair. The longer we looked at each other, the easier it became for me to see a future with him. I didn't think it would bepossible, considering how we even came to know each other, but now the idea of a life without him made me sick to my stomach.

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