4. Joker

Four

Joker

I turn to face Amara. She’s still standing where I left her, looking deliciously disheveled. Bruises are already forming on her hips, her neck. Fucking marked. Mine. Achingly beautiful.

“Water?” I offer in a voice I have to fight to keep steady.

She nods, taking tentative steps towards me. I grab a bottle of water from the mini-fridge and hand it to her. Our fingers brush as she takes it, and I feel that same jolt of electricity. Fuck, this woman affects me like no one ever as.

“So,” she says after taking a sip. “What now?”

I smirk, setting my own bottle down, feeling a current of excitement course through me. “Now, we play.”

Before she can react, I’m on her. I lift her onto the large wooden drawer chest standing against the wall, scattering the shit I had sitting there. She gasps from surprise and probably the cold surface against her bare skin.

I stand between her legs, my hands gripping her smooth thighs. Reveling in the softness of her skin, the fullness of her curves, sliding up to her hips. “Here’s how this is gonna work, darling. You do exactly what I say, when I say. Understood?”

Her gorgeous, big brown eyes widen, but she nods. “Yes.”

Fuck, she’s pretty. I’m fascinated by the soft lines of her face, all that transpires through her eyes. Fear, excitement, desire, pleasure. I’m fucking keeping this woman.

“Yes, what?” I growl, squeezing her thighs harder.

She swallows hard. “Yes… sir?” Amara answers hesitantly.

I know my smile must be feral. I feel like a starved predator who’s captured the best prey he’s ever laid eyes on. “Good girl. Now, lie back.”

Amara obeys, shivering as her back hits the cool woodtop. I take a moment to admire the view – her rounds tits rising and falling with each quick breath, the swell of her full hips, our mixed juices glistening between her engorged pussy lips. Goddamn perfect.

I trace a finger along her collarbone. She gasps, her back arching.

“Stay still,” I command, continuing my path down to her breast. I circle her nipple with the calloused pad of my finger, watching it harden. “If you move, I stop.”

I continue my torturous path down her body, alternating between my fingers and hot mouth. By the time I reach her inner thighs, Amara is trembling with the effort to stay still, small whimpers escaping her lips.

“Please,” she whispers, her voice strained. The desperation in it hitting straight to my balls.

I look up at her, raising an eyebrow. “Please what?”

“Please… touch me, Joker.”

My heart swells in my chest as I chuckle darkly. “Oh, I will, sweetheart. But not until you beg properly.”

I resume my teasing, bringing her to the edge over and over. Pinching her hard nipples, rolling them between my fingers. Licking her belly button and hipbones. Dragging my teeth over her pebbled skin. Pinching her pussy lips together and slapping her mound lightly. Never quite giving her what she needs. Her whimpers turn into moans, then to desperate pleas.

“Please, sir,” Amara finally sobs, her resolve breaking. “Please fuck me. Use me. Anything. I fucking need you.”

A sense of completion like I’ve never experienced courses through me. “That’s more like it,” I rumble darkly.

In one swift motion, I push my hard cock back inside her. Fuck, she feels good. All soft velvet, with a deathly grip I have to fight to not come right away. And so fucking wet. I slide through the mixture of her juices and my cream. In fucking heaven. Amara cries out, her back arching off the dresser. I set a brutal pace, one hand on her hip, the other around her throat. I start feeling lightheaded. Submerged by the smell of sex, our mixed scents, her heat, her tightness. How soft and perfect she feels…

I growl, tightening my grip, “Gonna fucking ruin you for anyone else.”

“Yes,” she gasps, her eyes rolling back. “Yes, please, Joker!”

I can feel her tightening around me, close to the edge. But I’m not ready for this to end.

I pull out abruptly, ignoring her whine of protest. My long, hard cock glistening, her pussy dripping. “On your knees,” I growl, taking a step back.

Amara scrambles to comply, sliding off the piece of furniture on shaky legs. Then she looks up at me… and if I thought I was already gone for her, I was fucking wrong. Cause this is it. The moment she wraps herself around my soul and takes no prisoner. This woman fucking owns me. She’s so goddamn beautiful. Strong, gorgeous, sexy, naughty. On her damn knees for me. Looking like a fucking queen. She holds all the power. And I’m nothing but the poor bastard who’s lucky enough to make her dark fantasies a reality.

I grab a fistful of her hair, guiding her mouth to where I want it. Crave it. Fucking need. it.

As she takes me in her mouth, I groan. The sight of her on her knees, pleasuring me, is almost too much. Amara licks at my slit, sucking my precum. She slides my cock between her lips, sucking up and down my shaft. Then lowers her head to gobble my ballsack, before traveling back to my engorged tip. Fuck.

“That’s it, baby,” I hiss, tightening my grip on her hair. “Fucking take it all.”

I lose myself in the sensation, in the power she holds over me. The vision of this beautiful woman with her lips stretched around my shaft, eyes watery, nipples hard, hips rotating. Fuck! When I finally come, it’s with a guttural groan, holding her in place as she swallows everything.

I release her hair, watching as she sits back on her heels, looking up at me with feverish eyes.

“Fuck, baby… you’re amazing,” I say, before taking her in my arms.