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"Of course not,Master."
Words that instantly checkmated me, giving me an erection that was harder and more painful than anything I had experienced since Nikau had signed the contract.
I knew that if she put her lips around the head now, it would only take a few seconds and a few movements on her part for me to explode. But that was not going to happen.
I watched as she slid down my body, deftly unbuckled the belt, and finally sank to the pavement in front of me, her knees spread a little and her hands on her thighs.
Still, she looked at me stubbornly. As if she would not give up the reins voluntarily this time. My hand twitched, but I just closed it around my cock, letting it slide up and down a few times, watching Nika as I took over the task that usually fell to her.
"There are some women in there who would do anything to kneel before me and feel my cock in their throat," I said.
"But for these women, it wouldn't get hard."
Now that was a bold statement to make. And one I didn't want to challenge. I wasn't sure if it wasn't true. Fuck. What the hell had this woman done to me?
Instead of hitting her with the flat of my hand, I used my cock. Not even the pain coursing through my cock was enough to make the erection disappear. Nika had put a curse on me, because now my dick seemed to listen to her more than to me.
There was that amused grin again that made me want to use her mouth so long and hard that she forgot to smile.
She would think of me for the next few days whenever she used a muscle in her face. And of this very situation. That she had disobeyed my command and that I had forced her to obey.
I hit her again before grabbing her chin and coercing her to open her mouth. Then, without warning, I thrust down her throat until she choked.
Tears gathered in her eyes and mingled with the saliva running down her chin. Messy blow jobs. My favorite. I pulled back just a few seconds to let her cough and catch her breath before I was so deep in her mouth that her breathing was cut off.
The tightness of her mouth and throat wrapped around my cock like a second skin, throbbing and pulsing, radiating warmth. With each gag she mastered, the sensations that shot through my erection and into my entire body increased.
A moan escaped me as she gasped.
"The look in your eyes, my love. You don't really hate me. Secretly you love it when I use your mouth hard and recklessly. I bet you're wet. Not just wet, but so wet that I could easily fuck you. But I won't," I began. "Because you don't deserve it. My cock will stay in your mouth until I come. And then you'll wait right here while I take my time getting the car. Then we'll clean up the mess you've made when I get back."
I held her head still and began to pound her mouth. The gurgling and gagging that escaped her, the wet sounds that came with every movement, drove me mad. Nika's cheeks were flushed, her whole face showing reactions to my rough treatment. But she was still grinning, as much as she could, with my cock between her lips.
I reached into her hair with one hand to gain even more control over her head and watched as my cock slid down her throat, causing a slight bulge, before sliding back out of her mouth.
"Master, then, is it? So you think I've earned that title? I control you and keep you on the straight and narrow enough to be called such a name by you." Our eyes searched and found each other. "And what if I don't allow you to do that?"
We both knew that would not be the case. I wanted to tease her. To elicit an even more emotional response from her. But Nikau turned the tables and before I knew it, her tongue was pressing against my erection from below. She sucked me, and teased me in places that only she could find.
With a curse, I held onto her head as I felt the orgasm brewing inside me at the end of my spine. I came down her throat, pulling out only when I had regained my breath.
My cum, her spit and tears were smeared across her lips and mouth. A small work of art that would remain until I returned, pushed it onto her tongue with my finger and made sure she cleaned up the mess herself.
I pulled my trousers up and buckled my belt before looking around. Not a soul to be seen.
"You wait here." I headed for the car park with one last look at her disheveled hair, smudged face and still labored breathing.
I wouldn't take long because I didn't want anyone but me to see her in this state, but a few seconds of waiting would undoubtedly send the adrenaline rushing through her body one last time.
That was what I wanted.
Nikau
My forehead rested on the cool surface of the surfboard as the waves lapped gently around me. I deliberately ignored the fact that a surfboard was not meant to be a bed, although every now and then water would splash into my face or down my back. All I needed was a pillow to bury my head in and a blanket to pull up to my ears. Unfortunately, the water would become quite a problem as the fabric would soak up quickly and become quite heavy. So my plan to relax in the shallow water right on the shore had a few flaws, but I could not complain.
It wasn't until the beach filled up and the sun rose higher that I had to give up my surfboard and forcibly face the day, even though I didn't want to.
I forced my brain to keep sloshing around like the water. Never to hold on to a thought, and certainly not to move in a direction that held danger. Above me a scattered gull screeched, the leaves of the palm trees rustled and the scent of the breakfast set out near the pool drifted toward me.
