Page 45 of Unchained
“I assume this is still part of the deal?”
“It is.”
I left my seat and moved to the rail to look at the city lights. What the fuck did she have planned for me? “This going to come to an end, right?”
“Everything comes to an end, Deacon. It’s just a matter of whether or not you like the end it comes to. I’ve kept my word so far, and I expect you to do the same. If you run off while we are in Brazil, I won’t be responsible for what happens next.” She turned her back to the rail and lit a joint.
“You preparing me?”
“Possibly, although I must say you handled Chrissy and the blood better than I thought you would. Most people are usually turned off by that stud.” She took a long toke, held the smoke in her lungs, and then exhaled. “You also handled last night better than I thought you would.”
“Still not my things.” I took the joint from her fingers and enjoyed a couple of drags before returning it. “Don’t ask me to do it again.”
“I didn’t ask you the first time. You’ve done everything of your own free will. Don’t be ashamed because you enjoyed something you’ve probably talked shit about forever.” She finished the joint and tossed the unused end into the water. And as the city lights grew closer, so did she.
Veronica’s lips pressed against my ear at the same time her hand fondled my cock. Again, I didn’t move, taking in the scent of her sweet perfume and warm, weed-laced breath. She shifted her hand from my cock to my hand and then led me inside. I followed with no trepidations.
As we passed the dining room table, I pulled back on her arm and pressed my body against hers, lacing her neck, ear, and lips with a flurry of kisses, my cock stirring again.
“Wait,” Veronica whispered, but I didn’t wait. I moved her onto the table and shifted her to all fours, moving behind her with impure intentions. I pushed her dress up, a casual black dress that showed off her toned, tan legs, and found myself craving her ass and cock. I tried to make myself back away, but something kept me there.
I rolled her panties down her legs and leaned forward, burying my tongue inside her amazing, juicy ass.
Veronica wiggled and moaned, her as surprised as me.
I reached between her legs, finding her tempting cock, tugging and squeezing.
Veronica responded by reaching back and grabbing my hair, returning my mouth to her ass. I pulled her cock once again and then slowly stroked the hot and hard cock. Pulling it back toward me, I shifted Veronica’s dick into my mouth and, for the first time in my life, sucked a dick.
All I could think is what was done to me. How I enjoyed it when a woman sucked me off, keeping her lips around the head of my cock before inserting the rest of me into her mouth. I did the same, my appetite growing. Veronica whispered something, but I was too enthralled in what I was doing.
I let the dirtiness of the act escape my mind. I let the fact that Veronica was both male and female or something in between escape my mind. I washed away every negative thought. My saliva built around her dick, a slurping sound filling the room. When her cock pulsed, I knew it was time.
I moved her cock from my mouth and stroked the wet shaft with my hand, watching moments later as streams of come splashed against the table. Veronica looked back with ecstasy in her eyes.
“You didn’t have to do that,” Veronica said.
“I haven’t had to do anything so far.” I kissed her slowly, passionately, sharing my tongue, sucking hers. I was fucking enjoying the erotic moments with her.
She turned on the table and sat on the edge, spreading her legs, drops of come still leaking from her cock. She pulled me forward and then pushed my pants down my legs.
“Masturbate for me,” she said.
I didn’t ask questions or say no. I moved my hand around my cock, not looking down, not letting my mind wander. I watched Veronica. I watched her eyes sparkle as I did as she asked. I moved forward again until my balls were on the table, laughing on the inside, thinking of who might be eating at the table next.
My cock touched hers, and when it did, she placed her hand around my neck. For obvious reasons, she was much stronger than most women. Her hand closed around my neck as I jerked off. I swallowed hard, and then my brain started to lose oxygen. My hand moved faster, the head of my dick slapping against hers.
I came, and when I did, she released my neck, sending me to the floor, coming and gasping for air.
Veronica stepped over me, looking down, standing over her accomplishment, her trophy. “You wonder about all those people who were in the dungeon. You asked how they could ever follow me, be owned by me, worship me. You now know why. I don’t ask much of anyone, just their loyalty.”
The boat slowed, and the city lights shone through the windows. Whatever she had planned for me was a step closer. I didn’t want to be owned by her or anyone else. Something was going to have to change.
“I need to shower again,” she said and left me lying on the floor.
I staggered back to my room and took my own shower, feeling as if my soul had escaped me. I wanted none of what had happened, but things did happen. I couldn’t change what had been done. All I knew is that I needed the fuck away from her and be back in Miami. Hell, I didn’t even want to be in Miami anymore. I wanted to move out west. I wanted to hide from everything my life had become. Be careful what you go looking for because you just might not like what you find.
