ARMAND
Tired wasn’t the word. I was literally on my last leg after fucking Ella like a caveman half the night and getting my ass kicked at practice this afternoon. Then there were the meetings, phone calls, and my weekly therapy session with Mr. Charles. I couldn’t wait to get a nap in. I didn’t even bother going to my bedroom when I made it home, collapsing right on the sofa, legs hanging over the arm. I was just dozing off when a knock sounded at the front door. I couldn’t remember if I locked it but muttered, “Come in!” without realizing what I was saying.
My eyes were closed, and I was almost asleep again when I heard, “Boogie? Did I wake you?”
My eyes popped open to see my mother standing over me. “Ma? I…what’s up?”
“If you’re asleep, it can wait. I know how tired y’all are after practice,” she offered.
I rubbed my eyes and sat up when the text message alert dinged on my phone. “Nah, you good. What? You kicking me out?” I quipped.
Taking a seat next to me, she smiled and shook her head. “No. Having you here so close to me is a dream come true, especially since you seem so much…calmer?”
As I read Ella’s “Hey” message, I asked, “You think so?”
“I do,” my mom said. “Boogie…can I ask you something?”
Setting my phone on my thigh, I gave her my full attention. “Yeah, what’s up?”
“Are…are you and Ella seeing each other?”
“Uh…”
“I’m only asking because I sensed an attraction between y’all. I noticed it that first night we all had dinner together. You like her and she definitely likes you.”
I frowned. “You really think she likes me?”
“I know she does, and I suspect you know it, too.”
I shrugged and bit back a smile as I dropped my gaze to the coffee table, concentrating on the big candle sitting on it.
“I think it’s nice. I think…I like the idea of the two of you together,” my mom shared.
I snapped my head up. “You do?”
She smiled. “I do. I know you, Boogie. I know your heart, and I see you’re trying to get better. I believe in you. Always have.”
Damn, now she had me about to cry, and as private as I knew Ella was, I still said, “I don’t wanna hurt her. Ever. I…I never meant to hurt you. I never did, Mama,” my voice shaking.
She pulled me into her arms, and I said fuck it and let the tears flow. “I know. I know,” she cooed, “and if you don’t want to hurt her, you won’t. You love her?”
“I don’t know. I just know I like being around her. I…”
“Yeah. Hey, look at me.”
I backed out of her arms and lifted my eyes to her face. “Ma’am?”
“I haven’t told Leland. It’s not my business to.”
I nodded.
She kissed my cheek and stood from the sofa. “I’ll let you get your rest. If you need to talk about anything, I’m always here for you.”
“Thank you, Ma.”
After she left, I picked up my phone and replied to Ella with: Hey, sir.
Her response came almost instantly: You done with practice?
Me: Yes, sir.
Her: Good. Pack a bag and come here.
I was still tired as shit, but I quickly replied with: On my way, sir.
ELLA
His eyes were on the open case I’d placed on the floor—my toolkit. It was a black case with plush pink interior and compartments that held the tools of the Fem-dom trade: a flogger, paddle, riding crop, ball gag, nipple clamps, cock rings, rope, tape, candles, and blindfolds. I’d removed the butt plugs since I knew they might set him off. He was waiting for me to choose which of the toys we’d play with. I already knew; I just liked seeing him like this—on his knees, head bowed, hands behind his back, power jumping off him like electrical sparks from a live wire.
Finally, I moved the case from the floor to the bed and said, “Lie on your stomach, arms down beside your body, head to the side.”
Without uttering a word, he spread his naked body over the pink rug on my bedroom floor as I lit the candle, waiting for the wax near the flame to begin to melt. Once it did, I warned, “This will sting.”
He nodded.
Moving to stand with one foot on either side of his body, I held the candle so that the wax dripped onto the beautiful brown skin of his back and smiled when he flinched and grunted softly. Drip after drip landed on his back, and I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter as he took the pain with little movement. His grunts became moans, so I asked him, “You like that, Armand? You like feeling that sting?”
“Yes, sir,” he rumbled.
“Hmm, turn over,” I ordered. “On your back, arms at your sides, eyes on me.”
I watched him flip over, his eyelids heavy as he licked his lips.
“Keep your eyes on me, Armand. Pay close attention.”
“Yes, sir,” he groaned as I widened my stance over him and used my fingers to part my labia. I was naked, too, of course. I found my button and began massaging it while one hand cupped my right breast. I stroked and stroked myself, dipped a finger inside me, and then brought it to my mouth to taste. “Mmmm,” I hummed. “I do taste good.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down as he stared at me, dick standing at attention. With a smile, I went back to work pleasuring myself, massaging my clit, sliding two fingers into my pussy this time, and as I brought my fingers to my mouth again, I asked, “Do you want to taste me, Armand?”
He nodded vigorously. “Yes, sir. Please.”
I lowered myself to sit right on his dick, placing my fingers in his mouth and smiling as he eagerly lapped at them. Lifting my body, I squatted over him, taking his dick, and sliding it between my wet folds. Closing my eyes, I rubbed him over my clit faster and faster, my moans loud in my ears as the compounding pressure in my core erupted, my body shuddering over his until I collapsed onto him.
“Sir…sir, I need…can I fuck you, or you fuck me? It don’t matter. I gotta feel your pussy, sir,” he pleaded.
I nodded against his chest before lifting again, taking him in my hand and guiding him inside me. “You can use your hands,” I mumbled, and he quickly gripped my ass cheeks as I rode him and rode him and rode him…