Chapter 9

Tajah: Chapter 9

I could barely breathe when I saw his naked chest. I knew he was muscular. You could tell by the way his clothes fit him and the way he carried himself. However, even they didn't do him enough justice in my opinion. He was ripped and dark hair covered his chest and ran in a tantalizing line down to his waistband where it disappeared. I needed to see the rest of him soon.

Our discussion and the images it evoked in my mind, had me turned on, but the feel of him pressing into my bottom and recalling how it felt earlier when his hands and mouth were on my tits had made me wet. I was afraid I'd soaked through my panties and shorts to leave a wet trail on his jeans. I was relieved to see I hadn't. That might've been embarrassing. Not wanting to be fully dressed and him to be completely naked, I sat up to take off my shirt and bra. He stepped closer to the bed and shook his head no. I froze. What did he mean? Had he changed his mind already?

"I want to undress you. First lesson in being my submissive. I want to be the one to undress you unless I say otherwise. Although, if we're alone either here or at my place, that may not be often since I'll prefer you to be naked."

"And does being naked include you too or just me?"

"Oh, I'll be the same. I hate clothes and go without them as much as I can," he said with a wink.

"Well, it might take me a little while to get used to it, but as long as I'm not alone. I think I can."

"There will be times when you're the only one, but I promise it'll be for a reason and in the end you'll enjoy it. Right now, I want to even us up a bit. Raise your arms for me."

I did. A small thrill went through me, especially when he reached out and lifted up the bottom of my top. He didn't hastily take it off. Instead, he took his time inching it up past my tits then over my head. He watched as each of those inches of skin were revealed, as if he didn't want to miss anything, even though he'd seen me topless not very long ago.

Before he moved onto my bra, he ran his fingers over the upper part of my boobs, down each arm, and across my ribs. His touch was so light it tickled and made me squirm. He smiled. "Ah, so you're ticklish, I see. Good to know. I can't wait to find out where all the spots are."

"I'll warn you, if you touch my feet, you'll more than likely get kicked. I can't help it. Ask the ladies who do my pedicures. I warn them every time," I warned him.

"I'll take my chances. God, your skin is so soft and pale. I love the contrast between yours and mine," he said softly.

"And I'd love to be able to tan like you. I've always been one to burn. I tried as a teenager to get a tan and stopped after a couple of nasty burns."

"I'm glad you stopped trying to ruin this perfect skin. There's something else perfect I want to admire." He followed saying that, by running his hands behind my back. My bra came loose. He slid it down my arms and laid it on my nightstand. His gaze hungrily looked at both tits before he traced his fingers down the slope of each one, over the nipple, and then to the undersides. My nipples hardened even more into tight buds. Just a simple touch made them ache.

When he ran his hands up to my shoulders, he pressed on them. I lay back so he could look his fill. I hoped he'd do a lot more touching, too. He didn't disappoint. He stretched out beside me then raised up on his elbow. I moaned when he sucked one of my breasts into his mouth, He made long draws on it, while his hand teased and kneaded the opposite one. Every so often, he'd thrash the hard nubs with his tongue or pluck with his fingers. He also switched from side to side. Not to be outdone, I used my fingers to play with his nipples. I wasn't only about receiving. I wanted to give pleasure, too.

After I didn't know how long, I knew I needed more. I was unsure if he'd want me to take the lead or not, but I gave it a try. I slid my hands to his stomach and rested them on the button above his zipper. I paused to see if he'dd say something. He lifted his head and smiled at me.

"Are you trying to tell me something, Tajah?"

I gave him what I hoped was an innocent look. "Maybe. What do you think I'm saying?"

"That you're trying to get my pants off. Shame on you. What a minx you are. Hmm, should I make you wait, or should I take your bottoms off first? Choices, choices," he said in a teasing tone.

I couldn't hold back my giggle. Just those couple of sentences told me he could be fun in bed. Something I'd never had with a guy ever. When this came to mind, I pushed it away. I refused to think about anyone other than him at a time like this, and I prayed he was doing the same.

I played along. I ran a finger back and forth just under the waistband of his jeans. "Hmm, let me think. Do I want to see what you have hidden, or maybe we should take a nap? I'm kinda tired," I said before I pretended to yawn.

He released a low growl deep in his throat before he pounced. He attacked my neck with his teeth and lips, while he used one hand to capture both of my hands and pin them to the bed on my pillow. The other quickly undid the four buttons holding my jean shorts closed. Recalling what he said about being a primal hunter, I struggled mockingly, like I was trying to get loose and away from him. He lifted his head and the flare of increased desire in his eyes told me I'd done the right thing.

"Are you trying to tempt the beast, Sweetest Dove? If so, keep it up and I'll show you more of him. Remember, if you get scared, tell me."

"I will."

"I need both hands. Keep your hands up here. No touching or moving," he demanded.

I was willing to do it, at least for the moment, but I didn't tell him that. My heart sped up from more than just being turned on. I was excited to see more of his hunter side, even if I was nervous, too. Like with my top and bra, he took his time getting my shorts off. As he did, he caressed, kissed, nibbled, and licked all over my lower stomach, thighs, and lower legs. He did heed my warning about my feet. All he did to them was kiss the top of each one.

I was even wetter than before by the time he came back to my panties. He got up on his knees and hooked two fingers under the lace band of my dark purple bikini panties. They matched the bra he removed. I liked pretty under things. They made me feel feminine and pretty no matter what I might be wearing on the outside. He held my eyes for a couple of heartbeats, then slowly and torturously worked them down. I barely had enough brain cells not occupied with feeling to remember to help him, by lifting my ass off the mattress, by pressing my heels into it.

By the time he had them completely off and my legs spread apart, I was almost whimpering with my need. I let out an undignified whine when he got off the bed. I reached out to him. He shook his head and frowned.

"If you want me to take off my pants, you've got to keep your hands on the pillow. No touching me yet. Soon."

I snapped them back in place, which made him chuckle. I watched him without blinking, as he undid his button then lowered his zipper. I saw his black underwear peek out. He didn't glance away as he pushed them to his knees, then to his ankles. Once he had them off, I could admire his legs. He had thick, muscular thighs covered in dark hair. His underwear was tented by a big bulge. I licked my lips in anticipation of not only seeing his cock, but hopefully of tasting it.

"Lick your lips again," he muttered.

I slowly circled them a couple of times. He groaned, then his underwear disappeared onto the floor in a flash. He straightened and stood next to the bed, gripping the base of his cock. He was more than average-sized. He was long and thick and I saw prominent veins running his length and shininess on the head. He gave it a couple of strokes and a twist around the head before he climbed back onto my bed.

He pushed my legs apart even wider, then lay between them on his belly. I wanted to protest him hiding such a gorgeous sight, but I bit my tongue. It was a tossup between what I wanted more, him to touch and taste my pussy, or for me to do the same to his cock. I was the one making hard choices now.

He ran his nose over my lower stomach, just above my pubic area. I swore I heard him sniff before he let out a low groan. He nuzzled into my short-trimmed hair, then he placed kisses over my mound and my inner thighs. In between the kisses, he began to talk.

"Tajah, my Sweetest Dove, you smell so goddamn good and I love that you keep yourself natural. I need a taste. I've been patient long enough."

"Please," was all I got out before he circled my hard distended clit with his tongue twice, then he swiped it slowly down my slit to my entrance. He paused there to flutter the tip of his tongue just inside me, then he ran it back up to suck hard on my clit. I cried out and bucked my hips off the bed. He growled, clamped an arm over my hips, and pressed them down.

As he made pass after pass up and down my folds and around both my clit and entrance, he got faster and worked me harder. His fingers and teeth were in on the action, too. I tried to lie still, but I couldn't do it for long. I broke. My hands lowered to clutch the back of his head. I figured he'd order me to put them back up, but to my surprise he didn't.

"Mikhail, God, that feels so good. I don't know what I want more, though. To come on your tongue or to have my hands and mouth on you. I want to taste you," I pleaded. I wanted to cry when he stopped long enough to answer me.

"I want your touch on me, too, but not until I get at least one orgasm out of you. Come for me. I need more of your sweet honey. You taste sweet and salty. Two of my favorite flavors."

As soon as he stopped talking, he fluttered his tongue along the entire length of my slit, then thrust a finger inside me, while sucking on my clit, and with his other hand, tugging on my short pubic hairs. The slight bite of that, along with the motion of his finger inside me and his tongue pushed me fast toward a climax. It only took him maybe a minute or so to push me over the edge. I couldn't have held in my cry, even if I wanted to.

I came hard. It seemed to last longer than I recall any past orgasms ever had. By the time I went limp, I felt so good, like I was half-floating. Jesus, if he could make me feel like this from going down on me, what would it be like when he actually fucked me? I might die. As I lay there dazed, I knew I had to rouse myself. After making me come like that, the man deserved a blowjob. I was going to put my all into it, too. I caressed the back of his head and neck. He was resting his chin on my mound watching me. He had a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

I tugged on a tuft of his hair. "You're proud of yourself, aren't you?"

His smirk grew bigger. "I am. I think you enjoyed it more than a little, the way you came and yelled. I wonder if your neighbors heard you? Although, if you think it needs to get better, I'm more than willing and able to up my game."

I moaned as I shook my head. "Lord, don't say that. I still can't totally feel my legs. I do believe you deserve a reward for doing such a stellar job, though. Why don't you let me see if I can get you off? I want to taste you, Mikhail."

"Misha. I want you to call me Misha."

"Misha? Shouldn't it be Master M like at the club?"

"Usually it would, but I don't like the idea of you calling me anything others have. You're special. I'll have to think on what to have you call me when we play."

"What if I call you Master Misha? Would you like that?"

"Mm, I think I like it. Yes, that'll work," he said with a note of satisfaction.

"Okay, Master Misha, may I touch and taste you now?"

He nipped my lower belly, making me yelp, then he sat up and back on his heels. I swear his cock looked bigger than before, and it was even redder and precum was halfway down his length. He cupped his balls and squeezed them, then moved his hand to grasp the base.

"You may."

He maneuvered himself until he was sitting with his back to the headboard and his legs were splayed wide in front of him. As much as I wanted to start tasting him, I wanted to return some of the teasing, like he had done to me. The light touches, bites, licks, and other things he'd done to me had increased my ultimate pleasure, and he deserved the same. I might not be as knowledgeable in all the different kinks, but I'd always been one who worked to make my partner enjoy himself. He curled his finger up a couple of times to beckon me. I wiggled myself up to straddle him. He raised his left brow at me, but he didn't say anything.

I began with kisses and light nibbles on his lips. Before he could take over the kiss, which I thought he was about to do after about a minute, I left his tempting mouth and moved to his jaw. The prickle of his stubble on my lips felt good. As I worked my way down his neck, I put my hands to work, outlining his muscles and teasing his nipples.

I was concentrating on his nipples with my mouth in no time, while my hands kept going lower to scratch and pet his ribs and stomach. He had a delicious six-pack stomach. I was jealous. No matter if I worked out or not, I always had a slightly rounded belly. His cock was a mere inch or so from my lower body. I wanted to rub myself against him, but I resisted.

"Tajah, if you don't want me to take control, you'd better put your sweet fucking mouth on my cock."

I fluttered my eyelashes at him and smiled. He growled, then I was airborne. He rolled me onto my back and then he was straddling my chest. He fisted his cock and held it above my mouth. He tapped my lips with the head, which left a smear of precum across them. I wasn't able to stop myself from licking my lips to taste him. I moaned.

Suddenly, he was pressing the head insistently against the seam of my mouth. "Open and take a proper taste," he demanded.

I didn't know what made me do it, but I barely cracked them open far enough to stick out my tongue. Apparently, he was waiting for it, because he thrust harder. I opened wider since I didn't want to have him take his cock away or to hurt him with my teeth. With his whole head now inside my mouth, his taste burst on my tongue and made me moan. The vibrations must've felt good because he groaned and thrust deeper. I didn't want him doing all the work, so I gripped the base and used it to control his slide. I sucked hard and lashed the sides with my tongue. Using my other hand, I massaged his sac.

"Fuck, that's it. Harder. Squeeze my balls. Give me teeth," he uttered hoarsely.

I gave him what he demanded. The sounds he made, along with the way he was thrusting deeper and harder, told me he was enjoying what I was doing. When his fingers sank into my hair and bit into my scalp, making it sting a bit, I groaned. He hissed. "Again. I wanna see how far you can take me, Sweetest Dove. You've got me close already."

Working him deeper, I gagged when he hit the back of my throat. I thought he would pull back, only he didn't. He hummed in appreciation and spoke again. "I want you to try and swallow it. Take a deep breath."

I barely had time to do it, before he was pressing deeper. As I gagged, he kept going. I'd never taken a guy this far. I tried not to keep gagging, but it was impossible. As he blocked my airway, I felt panic welling up. He held it for a couple of seconds then pulled back.

He soothingly petted my hair. "Such a good girl. Thank you for doing that. Let's try again. I promise I won't let you suffocate, even though it might feel like you are. You have no idea how good it feels, or how happy you're making me, baby."

His praise made me want to do better. I slid down. This time I gagged a little less, and it wasn't as startling when he slipped deeper. I still felt panic, but not as bad. This set up a pattern over the next few minutes. As I got more and more into what I was doing and following his directions, I began to hold him longer in my throat. Occasionally, I'd hum, which made him groan louder. His balls tightened, and I knew he was close to coming. I sucked tighter and sank my nails into his inner thighs. If he liked his balls squeezed hard, what were the odds he might like other slightly painful touches?

"Shit, I'm gonna come. You decide. Swallow or not," he muttered hastily.

It was an easy choice. I'd never seen the sense in expecting a man to go down on me, then refuse to let him come in my mouth. Cum wasn't terrible tasting in my experience. I kept up the suction. Seconds later he jerked, and the first spray of cum filled my mouth. I swallowed over and over. He growled like an animal as he came. I made sure to keep up my ministrations until he stopped coming, then I gently cleaned him with my tongue before I let go. He ran his thumb across the corner of my mouth then pressed the tip inside. I sucked it clean.

"Christ, that was amazing, Tajah. Give me time to regain my senses, and then I'll show you what else I can do. I hope you weren't planning to do much this afternoon."

I whimpered. "Mikhail, I mean Misha, I'll gladly let you lead me to playing hooky. Although, if you make it better, I might not be able to stand it."

"Challenge accepted," he said with a grin.

I opened my mouth to accept his offer when a phone rang. It was coming from over on the floor. My cell was out in the living room, so I knew it was his. He swore, then eased off me to roll over and reach down. He came back up with his phone in his hand. He was frowning as he answered it.

"This better be life or death, Reub," he barked.

I could hear distant muffled words, but not well enough to understand them. His frown worsened, then he swore. "What the fuck? You've got to be kidding me. Yeah, I get it. Thanks for calling. I'll be there as soon as I can. Keep him busy."

He didn't bother saying goodbye before disconnecting it. He looked over at me. "Babe, I'm sorry, but I've gotta go. There's a fire inspector at the club. Some bullshit about receiving a complaint. I need to go see what the hell it's about."

He got up and started to put his clothes back on. Feeling too bare when he was getting dressed, I flipped the comforter over me.

"You don't need to apologize. It's work and you should be there. Hopefully, it'll turn out to be nothing." I told him.

He nodded as he finished getting dressed. As soon as he was, he leaned over and kissed me. It was a slow and intense one. When he lifted away, I wanted to follow him. "I'll get done as soon as I can. I'm not finished with you. Why don't you come to the club later? We can relax upstairs. I have something to show you."

I didn't have to think long about his offer. I'd take any opportunity to spend more time with him. I wanted more of what we just did. "I'd like that. Why don't you call me when you're ready for me? That way I'll have time to get ready and maybe do some more work."

"Good. See you later. Damn it, give me one more for the road," he muttered before he kissed me again. "Stay here. I'll lock the door behind me. Drive safe when you come."

"You drive safe, too."

I hated to see him walk out of the room. I lay there a few minutes after I heard the front door close before I made myself get up. I needed to shower and make myself presentable, then I could work until I received his call. I wondered what it was he wanted to show me.

I spent the next several hours getting myself situated to go when he contacted me. I was surprised it was close to six o'clock before I got his text. I swear I could feel his anger through his typed words, but I knew it wasn't anger at me.

Mikhail: Goddamn asshole finally left. Please say you can get here within the hour? I'm dying and I need you to distract me.

Me: I can be there in less than an hour. See you soon. Do you want me to come to your office?

Mikhail: No, text and I'll come get you. Bring a bag with you.

Me: A bag?

Mikhail: Yes, you can't think I'll be done with you until very late or even morning. I need you. Stay tonight.

Suffice to say I was surprised he'd ask me to do it this soon. He struck me as a man who guarded his privacy. Maybe I was wrong.

Me: OK, I'll bring one.

Mikhail: TY. Remember, drive safe. I replied with a thumbs-up emoji.

It didn't take me long to pack a bag. Out of habit, I included my laptop, then I locked up and went out to my car. It didn't take me more than a half hour to get there. It took that long mainly due to it being the last part of rush hour. The parking lot wasn't totally full yet and somehow I lucked out and found a spot not too far from the entrance. It was Saturday night, so I knew it would soon be full. I sent off a quick text to Mikhail then got out.

Hoss was at the door when I got there. He smiled at me as he opened it. "It's good to see you, Delilah. I guess this means you and the boss are speaking again."

"Who said we weren't?"

"The way he reacted last night and tore out of here, I knew something was wrong. Now, you're here and it looks like you're staying." He gestured to the oversized bag I had slung over my shoulder. "Go in. Do you want me to text him you're here?"

"No, I already did, but thanks. Try to stay out of trouble tonight."

He laughed. I grinned at him before stepping inside. At the front table was Laura. I swear she was here all the time. I smiled at her. She gave me a stiff nod then lowered her gaze. I ignored her rudeness and went through the second door into the actual club. I saw Mikhail coming toward me. I met him part way. I admit, I didn't expect what he did when he got to me.

Rather than saying hello to me and taking my arm the way he usually did, he swept me into his arms and laid a kiss on me that made my brain go fuzzy. The chatter of all the voices around us faded away. When he let go, I would've fallen if he wasn't holding onto me. He smiled down at me.

"I needed that. Come on, let's get out of this crowd and upstairs."

"I'm good with that plan," I told him.

As we made our way to the elevator, I saw numerous sets of eyes on us. Along with surprise and curiosity, I saw several less than happy looks. I knew he was the object of many women's desires. I'd have to be blind and stupid not to know it after this long. They wanted to be the one he was kissing. It made me feel warm inside to be the one he was with. When we got in the elevator, we weren't the only ones to get on it. He spoke to the couple who did. They chatted with him about nothing specific. When they got off on the second floor, he put his handprint on the screen, so we could continue to the third floor.

Getting off it, instead of him taking me directly across the hall to his office, he led me down the hallway. I knew from something he said before, this was the way to his apartment. I hadn't thought about it when he said to bring a bag, that we wouldn't be staying in his office. Duh. I grew excited to see his personal space. I was looking forward to seeing and learning more of the personal side of him. A person's home told a lot about them.