ARMAND
We were on the patio of our overwater bungalow. Well, I was lying on my back on the patio, ropes binding my arms to the sides of my body. Ella was on my face, riding the hell out of my tongue, moaning, and whimpering my name while I worked the strongest muscle in my body. The sun was high in the sky, the water was still, and we were both full of seafood and bourbon and wine. This woman, my sir, was everything to me, and at that very moment, I knew I would slay a million dragons for her.
She grabbed my locs, clutching them tightly as she stilled on my face, a long grunt rising from her belly and shooting out of her mouth. I kept licking, dipping my tongue inside her and lapping up all she had to offer. When she finally came down from her high, she slid from my face, moved over my chest, and landed square on my dick, grinding on it as she gripped my neck with her soft hand and kissed my wet face before sucking my tongue. As her grip on my neck tightened, she used her other hand to guide me inside her, making me croak, “Ohhhhh, sir! Ah! Damn!”
Her hand slid from my neck to my nipple, squeezing it as she rode me, and I hissed, “Fuck, sir! Shit!”
When she hopped up off me, I missed her pussy so much that I wanted to cry. Instead, I caught a glimpse of a view that rivaled the one surrounding us, her naked ass as she stepped inside the bungalow, quickly returning with a pink vibrator in hand.
“Damn, you brought your whole kit here, sir?”
“No, I had the butler purchase some things for me,” she answered.
“So, the butler knows what we over here doing…sir?”
“Anybody within a mile of us with half a sense of hearing knows what we’ve been doing, as loud as we both are.”
I smiled. “Facts. So…uhhhhh, what you gonna do with that vibrator, sir?”
She rolled her eyes. “It ain’t for you or your ass region, Armand. It’s for me.”
“Oh…” I still wasn’t sure what she was going to do with it, and when she squatted over me and slid back down on my dick, I stopped caring altogether. My eyes were closed and I was floating when I heard the buzzing of the vibrator, followed by a jerking movement from her. When I lifted my head, pressing my chin into my chest, I saw the most beautiful sight. She was bouncing up and down on my erection while holding the pink vibrator against her clit with her head thrown back. I watched her and felt her and felt her and watched her, witnessing the exact moment she hit her peak, her ride becoming sloppy and uncoordinated, her grip on the vibrator loosening until it was bumping against my dick while her walls shuddered around me, and the shit felt…good. So good, that I loudly moaned, “Oh, fuck!”
Then the vibrator was gone, and she was on her knees still riding me while squeezing both my nipples—hard.
“Sir…sir…sir…I…shit!!!!!!”
And that was it.
Game. Over.
“Sir, where you learn all this shit, like the vibrator thing? In therapy?” I asked.
“No. I’m just…experienced,” she answered.
“Me, too. Been with a lot of women, but no one like you.”
“There’s definitely only one me.”
We were in the bed, naked and fresh out the shower, and she was massaging my arms. “I have something I want to give you,” she told me.
“You do, sir? What?”
She kissed me before lifting from the bed and digging in one of her ten or so suitcases. Her back was to me when she said, “Close your eyes and sit up on the side of the bed.”
I did, waiting impatiently for whatever she was going to give me. I high-key hoped it was some more pussy. I couldn’t get enough of that.
I felt her climb into the bed with me, felt her soft lips meet my back and almost whimpered. She placed something cold around my neck and said, “Go look in the mirror.”
I stood, walking into the bathroom and observing myself in the huge mirror that hung over the double sink vanity. Behind me, I could see her approaching, and as she wrapped her arms around me, I reached up and touched the diamond Cuban link chain. It was fat as hell, heavy, and short, almost like a choker.
“I like it, sir. But why? You ain’t have to give me nothing. You already give me more than enough.”
She rested her head on my back and said, “You make me happy and I wanna keep you forever.”
“You got me forever, then. You make me happy, too.”
“I’m…this chain is my way of collaring you. It’s discreet, so no one else has to know what it means.” Her voice was soft, shaky.
I tried to turn to face her, but she squeezed her arms around me. “No. I want us to stay like this,” she said.
“Okay…collar me…I read about that. When a Dom collars a sub, it means they own them, right?” I queried.
“Yes.”
“So, if I accept this, I’m accepting that you own me, sir?”
“Y-yes.”
“Then you don’t need this chain. Sir, you owned me from the first moment you touched me.”
“Armand…turn around,” she whispered.
I did, my heart aching at the sight of tears flooding her pretty face. “Ella, sir…what’s wrong?”
Swiping at her nose, she whimpered, “I wanna get this right. I don’t want to hurt you or make you want to hurt yourself.”
“Why would you ever think you could hurt me?”
“Because…”