Page 29 of João
“Oh boy. Bye! Stop getting me in trouble,” Aisha said, waltzing out of the room with her smile still intact.
Oh, it was on. See, I might be God-fearing, quiet, and soft-spoken, but I did not like people who tried to pull a fast one on me. Leaving my seat, I approached João, whose gaze zeroed on my face until I stood right before him.
“Why haven’t you communicated with me this past week?” His clipped tones were so different from the husky rumble he’d used with Aisha, which had my temple ticking.
“Come again?”
“You heard the question the first time.” The completely unemotional response told me everything about how much he was trying to keep in control. The fact I could tell that already settled in as comforting and alarming knowledge.
“I didn’t know what to say after our last conversation. I…you removed every opportunity for us to be something before we could be.” I tried to keep the accusatory tone down, but his flashing gaze said it all. Just as he was going to reply, my stomach decided to take charge. Loudly.
“Did you have lunch today?” There, he emerged at last, that husky, deep rumble of his making me shiver in recognition.
“I…” Shit, I was pissed, hungry, and annoyed at his anger, but I recognized that glint in his eyes and the flare of his nose. The calm, controlled cadence of his words. The languid repose, one leg bent over the other, back relaxed against the armchair.
“Do you consent to receiving punishment for not taking care of yourself today? For not texting or calling the whole week?” He asked it as if inquiring about my well-being during a romantic stroll. My entire body jolted in delicious anticipation, licks of heat kissing my skin.
“Why would I consent when you aren’tmyDom?” I challenged back, my voice cracking under the weight of my emotions.
“Oh, we’ll speak about that after. At this point, you leave me no choice, do you?” João chuckled without one trace of humor. He was testing me, trying to scare me with his ominous words and deceiving calm. What would he do if I challenged him? What would he do if I actually pushed his buttons?
“Fine, I accept the punishment, and that’ll make you my Dom.” I shrugged, ignoring the tautness stretching between us. His control would not cede to my taunts. We both planned to tug until there was no more to give.
Air. That was what I felt at first; air shifting and swirling around me. Heat singeing my front as João’s body bolted in front of mine. My heart thumped wildly, aware of my fate sooner than my brain. A rugged hand grasped the back of my neck. Our clothes clung to each other for a brief second as my muscles turned weightless. The ease he moved me with made my pussy throb in anticipation. Wetness gathered between my legs. My knees settled on the armchair as my breasts crushed against purple velvet. Bowing to the pressure he exerted, I bent to his leisure.
All of this happened in less than a minute. Air caught in my lungs, unable to escape. My mouth popped open and before any words slipped out, João’s heavy hand connected with my behind, the lower flesh of my rear recoiling and vibrating at the swiftness.
“I don’t know how to control myself around you. That shit dangerous. You’re danger,” he growled as my moan resonated in the quiet room.
“Sorry, Master! Sorry for not taking care of myself,” I cried, my legs slick with my passion.
“No sense why the fuck this feels so good.”
“Because you can show me the real you. And I want the real you.”
“There is nothing hidden, Gisele; what you see is what you get.” João relentlessly kept swatting my ass. The pain was manageable; never did he inflict serious harm. It was a delicious sting that warmed my bottom and ignited my pussy. His expertise was obvious, the spanks coming in timed succession until I relaxed enough, learning the cadence before he changed it up on me, surprising me with a spank offbeat.
“Not hidden, just not uncovered…” I whispered, and the spanks paused. He lifted me by the shoulders, his hands gentle even with the force he used to move me.
“You shouldn’t want this,” he breathed audibly. We were equally worked up, our chests rapidly mimicking each other.
“You don’t get to control that. But you get to negotiate what you can control with me, and I promise you…you won’t regret this.” The same sense of faith that I’d always walk under the light of God assured me this was right. This was right; if only he could see it too.
“We’ll do this correctly. We’ll vet each other first. And we’ll agree to clear parameters, limits, and rituals; I need your full consent.”
João’s mesmerizing dark brown eyes penetrated me, searching for an answer he thought he’d never find. I allowed him his perusal, my faith bubbling out of me, a smile threatening to run away from me.
“Yes, Master Q.”
“No, don’t call me that. Call me Master João,” he purred.
“Yes, Master João,” I repeated, instinctively knowing no one had ever called him that before.
João eyelids fluttered low for a second. My breath whooshed out of my lungs as his intense gaze ensnared me, his hope shimmering fathomless within him.
the vetting
GISELE
