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*I like the idea of a basement with a playroom. Do you have that on your wish list that you keep texting Cookie? Add this shower to your list. Especially the accessories. - Darkness*
*“Youn, Mesye.”*
Camille counted the first impact of his hand on her ass in Creole. Darkness soothed the skin with a gentle caress as a light growl sounded in his throat. He shifted and caressed the other cheek before pulling his hand away and then slapped his palm against her skin.
*“De, Mesye.”*
The growl was more intense and there was just a light caress before his hand landed against her first cheek.
*“Twa, Mesye.”*
“How high can you count, *ti limyè*?”
“Only to ten, *Mesye*.”
“Then, ten it is,” he caressed her second cheek and placed a light kiss to her back just above her property tattoo, “Can you go that high?”
A soft moan escaped her before she answered, *“Wi, Mesye.”*
“Keep counting, *ti limyè.*”
*“Wi, Mesye.”*
Her response was breathy as his lips brushed over his name on her back. A soft whisper of praise was issued before he moved back a little bit. The impact of his hand on her ass cheek caused her to move forward slightly.
*“Kat, Mesye.”*
His dark hand gently caressed her pale cheek. As always, the contrast of their skin excited him. He liked it even more when the pale skin was red like it was now.
*“Senk, Mesye.”*
He squeezed his cock at the base before giving it a few quick strokes. The strokes on his cock matched the ones on her ass. He released his cock just before his palm struck her skin.
*“Sis, Mesye.”*
Camille had to adjust her stance as he caressed her tender skin again. Her feet shifted on the white tile. His hand moved down to her thigh.
“Spread your legs, *ti limyè*.”
*“Wi, Mesye,”* she said as she moved her feet further apart. Her foot touched the cold drain cover, and she recoiled slightly.
His fingers trailed up the inside of her thighs and brushed against her slit. She moaned and her hips moved back into his caress.
“So wet and needy,” he murmured as his other hand moved her hair off her neck. His lips brushed against her, and she closed her eyes. The sudden impact with his lips still against her skin took her by surprise.
*“Sèt, Mesye.”*
This time her breath came out very breathy. The caress was very light before his hand smacked against her ass again.
*“Uit, Mesye.”*
“Two more, and then…”
He left the possibilities open for her, but he knew what he wanted to do when her funishment was done.
*“Nèf, Mesye.”*
It came out as a light plea. They were both nearing their limit, but Darkness would not cut it short. No matter how badly he wanted to.
*“Dis, Mesye.”*
With the final spanking completed, he grabbed her hips and spun her around. Cupping her cheeks, he held her head as he attacked her mouth with his own. Moving his hands, he began to massage her shoulders and arms.
Pulling back slightly, his fingers continued to work her straining muscles, “Are you good?”
*“Wi, Mesye,”* Camille grinned at him.
He checked in with her frequently when they played. Especially if it was something that they had never done before. This was a first for them. Hopefully, it would not be the last time because he was rather enjoying this. It appeared that she was enjoying this as well.
“How soundproof is this room?” he asked as his fingers made their way up to her wrists.
“Very soundproof,” she replied as he massaged her wrists under the padded leather cuffs. Unable to help herself, her eyelids fell closed and her head tipped back as a soft sound of pleasure slipped past her lips.
“Are you good to stay there for a little while longer?” his lips caressed her throat as he kissed her.
“Oh, God, yes.”
He growled low in his throat, and his hands began to make their way back down her arms. After a quick massage on her shoulders, his hands moved down her body to caress her breasts. He trailed kisses down her body to suck her nipple into his mouth.
“Amos!”
Camille cried out loudly in frustration and desperation. Pleasure filled her body, but she was desperate for release. His dark chuckle told her that he knew this but was not ready to give her what she wanted yet.
Moving to the other breast, he flicked the nipple with his tongue. She tried to lift her legs to wrap them around his waist. Every time she lifted her feet, he grabbed her hips to keep her from jarring her shoulders.
“Stop it, *ti limyè*,” he warned as he sank to his knees. “You’re going to hurt yourself.”
“I … I need…”
“I know what you need,” he assured her.
He slid his hands between her legs and grabbed her hips from behind. Forcing her legs apart, Darkness lifted her and placed her legs on his shoulders. Grinning up at her, said her name and waited for her to look down at him.
“Grab the bar and don’t hold back. I want to hear you scream for me.”
He lifted her slightly to help her grab the bar. Once she was comfortable with her grip she nodded and told him that she was good. Adjusting her on his shoulders, he pulled her closer for her to ride his face.
She arched against his face as he swiped his tongue up her shaved pussy. Shifting his hands, he opened her slit and dipped his tongue inside her.
He moaned at the same time that she cried out. Darkness swirled his tongue around her clit. She panted out his name over and over.
“Put your foot on my shoulder.”
Moving her foot to his shoulder, Camille followed the command. This opened her even more for him to bury his face even further into her cunt. He drove his tongue in as far as he could and began to fuck her. She rocked her hips against his face and continued to cry out for him. Her juices were dripping down his chin as he sucked her clit into his mouth.
Her body was trembling when he moved his hand and slipped two fingers inside her. It did not take long for her walls to start milking his fingers as he pushed her to her first orgasm. As she came down and caught her breath, he grabbed the condom off the bench seat next to them.
Continuing to suck on her clit, he ripped open the package and rolled the condom on his throbbing cock. He stood up and guided her down onto his cock. Reaching up and releasing her wrists from the cuffs, he guided her arms around his neck.
“I love you,” he declared before kissing her and pushing her up against the shower wall.
Darkness braced his dark arms against the white tile. His arm brushed against the electronic control for the shower, and the water came on and began to heat. He thrust into her as steam filled the room.
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