The Pleasure Zone(89)

His body strained against her hand as she burrowed her fingers deeper, deeper, wriggling them inside him, spreading him wide.

Nairobia’s mouth fell open as the woman fucked her long, slender fingers into his ass; her deep strokes were neither too slow, nor two fast. Just right. And deep. Oh so deep. Nairobia waited with bated breath, wondering if she’d curl her hand into his ass and fist him.

He closed his eyes and let her have complete control of every part of him. He was the CEO of a Fortune 500 company. He was a powerful man—a man in control of every aspect of his life personally and professionally. But tonight, he relinquished his control. Allowed his lover to inflict the sweetest torture upon him. He wanted to submit, but never had the opportunity to do so in his daily life. Until tonight.

“The Pleasure of Sin” by Athamay whirred out from the speakers. Nairobia clutched the whip in her hand and gasped as she watched the woman push her fingers into the welts on the man’s legs while fucking him in his ass. He groaned, his thick, meaty cock stretching forward, bobbing up and down. His face was flush with desire and desperation as her fingers thrust inside of him.

His strawberry-blonde lover poked and probed and slammed in and out of his long-limbed body with her fingers, wrenching out loud grunts of discomfort that eventually roared into gasps of pleasure as she stroked over his prostate.

More pre-cum. More groans. His lover opened him up wide, and pressure built up inside his stomach and hips. “God, yes,” he growled, close to orgasm. His lover had coupled pain with pleasure and he’d become unable to distinguish between the two, knowing only that he yearned for them both. He loved them both.

Finally, on the brink of delirium, the married CEO and father of three begged his lover for release. His balls ached. His cock burned from the strain of fighting back his climax. His breath hitched. He closed his eyes and bit down on his lip.

Nairobia wasn’t a fan of fucking her fingers or tongue into a man’s ass. But being the sexual being she was, she understood the overpowering sensations brought on by prostate stimulation and anal play.

Still…she’d rather not. But this wasn’t about her.

It was about—

Mr. CEO cried out again, his eyes snapping open pleadingly.

He couldn’t hold out any longer. His lover’s sweet torture was killing him. He needed release. And he needed it now. He begged her for it.

Finally his lover gave him permission. And the instant she twisted her wrists inside of him and used her free hand to dig her fingers into his raw back, his body shivered and shuddered. But it still wasn’t enough, so she reached for his balls and squeezed and twisted, the pain

His hips bucked. Oh fuck yeah…he was coming. And coming. And coming.

A smile curved Nairobia’s lips. Now he can go home and fuck his cock into his wife slow and sweetly. Completely overtaken, sated, satisfied. He’d come for a night of pain and pleasure, both all in one act.

And he’d found it.

At The Pleasure Zone.





THIRTY-SEVEN


“Yo, word is bond, son,” Lamar said into the mouthpiece of his headset. “That pussy good as hell, yo.” He was on his cell talking to his right-hand man and business partner, Mel.

They were both loyal to Pasha. And, though neither of them had ever spoken on it—they knew without it needing to be said that they’d both experienced Pasha’s deep throat specials. The difference now was, Mel was still getting blessed with her skills on the low. Not as often as he’d like, but enough to keep him wanting to hang around.

Lamar had been on the phone the last thirty minutes filling him in on what had gone down with him and Nairobia in her office over two weeks ago.

And…sadly, three nights ago he’d fallen victim to the pussy—again.

But he’d conveniently left out the part about how she’d had him crying out like a little bitch—a first for him—when she’d licked down the trail of hair that led down from his navel to his dick.

He’d hissed out a heated breath.

Then closed his eyes as Nairobia inched her warm tongue back up his body, reaching his brown-pebbled nipples. “Oh, shit,” he’d pushed out as she closed her mouth around his nipple and sucked as she lightly pinched the other, causing him to cry out.

That shit had never happened to him. She’d caused a burning, boiling need to roil over his body, as she tasted him with her tongue, slowly exploring the brown ridges of each nipple, and making his toes curl.

And when she’d wetly licked her way down his chest, then swirled around his navel, a fire built in his body. His abs tightened as she dipped her wet, hot tongue inside. She’d made his body shake. And when she’d palmed his cock, he made a growling sound. Nairobia’s sensual flicks of her tongue had awakened erogenous zones he hadn’t known existed.