Page 20 of Blinded By The Sun
King
When the car stops, Ciro lets me get off him. I look at the heels and then out the window. I genuinely don’t want to wear them. I make a face at them.
“Do you not like wearing heels or something?” Ciro asks.
I look up at him. “I can wear them if that’s what you like, sir.” I respond quickly, falling back into my submissiveness.
“I asked you ifyouenjoyed wearing them, this isn’t about me.” Ciro answers.
I shrug, shaking my head. “No. I don’t enjoy wearing them all the time, but other times I don’t mind them too much.” I answer honestly.
Ciro nods. “Good to know. Did you buy some flats or sneakers or something?” He asks.
“Yes, sir.”
“Put them on and let’s go.” Ciro steps out of the car and leaves me in there as I search the bags for my sneakers.
I slip on some all-white canvas shoes and step out of the car. I’m met with Bobby and another guy I haven’t met just yet. “This is Smyth.” He introduces me.
Without thinking about it, I stretch my arm out to him. “Hi, I’m King. Nice to meet you, Smyth.” I smile.
Smyth’s brows furrow and he sort of looks at me like an anomaly, but he places his hand in mine, shaking it. “Nice to meet you too, King. I like your name, it’s awesome.”
I smile at him. “Thank you.”
Bobby turns away from us and then turns back to face me with a blanched expression. He clears his throat. “Let’s go, King. Boss is waiting for you.”
I nod, slipping my hand out of Smyth’s. Bobby walks in front of me while Smyth walks behind me. I look at the place. It’s calledJ’aime ça,the French equivalent ofI like this.I smile at that. The way the sign is, is beautiful; From the simple signature of the name of the place, the prestigious air it gives from the outside. It looks like any typical restaurant, but I notice that there are two gorgeous men that stand at the darkened glass that looks like it cost more than a pretty penny. When we reach the double doors, they automatically open it for us without a word. I walk in, following Bobby. The restaurant looks like any ordinary restaurant with a beautiful atmosphere. People are eating, laughing and just enjoying each other but we don’t stop there, we keep walking. Away from the people, away from the kitchen and even further down. We go through a set of double doors and this place looks different from the hustle and bustle of what I just saw. I take in the luxurious darkened aura of the place. The darkened red hues coming from God knows where in the ceiling makes it appear like it’s dark enough for you not to see what is going on around others but it’s not too dark. The music is sultry and low.
Once Bobby moves out of the way, I see a pole and sitting on a large u-shaped couch; I see Ciro. He’s sitting back smoking a cigar with one long, lean leg over the other. He looks relaxed and in his element. The song changes and it’s a song that would soon make you dance. Ciro tilts his head at me and beckons me with his fingers. I walk over to him and a smirk forms at the corner of his mouth. He points to the pole with his chin and before I can even ask; I feel someone behind me lifting me up to the pole. Ciro sits back and removes his leg from over the other and widens his legs. “Make up the mistake you just made outside, to me.” He practically growls the command and I shudder, but I know what to do.
I begin by turning away from him. I bend over to remove my shoes. One by one and I throw them to the floor. I face him again and he’s watching my every move. I move my body to some reggaeton song as I lift my hands to the buttons. I’m in my element, so none of this bothers me. I unbutton all that needs to be and shrug the dress off. The only movement from Ciro is him smoking that cigar and the slight movement of his brow. I bite my lip as I back up to the pole and lose myself in my dancing. I grab the pole and climb further up. I hold myself steady as I slowly show the illusion, as if I’m walking around the area on air. I do another trick and then land back down on my feet by sliding down the pole. I climb the pole all the way to the top this time and only hold on with my legs. I lean back until I’m hanging upside down facing Ciro. I play with my tits for adding measure, pinching my nipples hard. I bring my hand further down my body and don’t stop until my hand is inside my panties. I play with myself as I move my body to the rhythm of the music. I watch Ciro as he watches me, like the men at the club used to watch me; transfixed, horny as fuck and ready to break me apart, but they never got the chance.
Ciro doesn’t just crack his neck this time, he rolls his neck around like he’s some panther ready to strike. I shudder once more, becoming bolder than I’ve ever been. I continue pinching my nipple and hold my moan in as everything feels like it’s building up. Ciro leans in, putting his cigar out on the ashtray right in front of him. His arms rest on his knees as he watches me with narrowed eyes. He lifts one hand halfway up and snaps his fingers. Not even too long after that, there is a glass with liquid inside. Ciro doesn’t take his eyes off me as he downs it like it’s nothing. He grits his teeth and bares them for a moment. “Come to me, Kingsley,” he orders and I lift myself up then slide down the poll.
When I turn to him, I make a very rash decision. The walkway to the table in front of him is connected to the personal pole. I slowly drop to my knees and crawl to Ciro. Ciro notices what I’m doing and moves the ashtray and glass to the side. He sits back on the couch but he does something I never thought would ever be sexy to me. He adjusts himself in his pants and I swear I grow wetter from the action alone. He groans at the action but doesn’t take his eyes off me. When I finally get there, Ciro leans in, cupping my face in his hands. “Je veux te baiser.” he says and I moan because I fully understand what he means. He wants to fuck me, and the fact that, he said it in French makes me want to ride his face.
“Let me ride your face,” I say boldly.
Ciro chuckles and wraps his tatted hand around my neck, pulling me even closer to his face. “You’ve got to fucking earn that right, Kingsley. For now, you’ve earned the right for me to fuck you nonstop for the rest of the evening. Round and round we’ll go and then when you’re ready to tap out, I’ll wake you up and fuck you again.” His words send goosebumps throughout my body. Nobody can possibly be able to have sex that much. That kind of stamina is impossible. His eyes grow paler blue, “Don’t doubt me.” Is all the warning he gives me before he kisses me like a parched man that has finally found water in the desert.
