C4 Chapter Four

She fucked me with her mouth even faster than usual, her tongue twirling around the head of my cock, I feel the climax creeping even harder this time; the gulping noises were more arousing, and thought of how deep I had sunk in her mouth stupefies my senses

“ you dare not cum fireman,” she hisses between her lips, and I curse, even a fucking wood would react to her touch, How’s that possible, “What do you say when your mistress gives you an order?” She slaps my cock again

Yes, mistress! ” I climax with a deep groan exceeding my pulsating lips, this is one of the most intense sex experiences I have ever had since 7years of living a porn life.

I try to regulate my breath as I feel her lick my cum, Her warm lip sends a warm sensation up my body, and I wonder what mountain I had just climbed. I am damn sure it’s higher than Everest.

I take a peek at her through my slightly moist lashes, My vision was blurry but I could see this middle age lady smear my cum on her cinnamon boobs, lick her middle fingers, fuck her mouth with her fingers and I could see her rolling her eyes. She’s a fucking sex freak

She chokes slightly on a finger, and she smeared more saliva on her boobs, admires them a little then stares at me, “ I will pardon you for today fireman” she says smiling and my heart skip a beat, it doesn’t look genuine enough

“ stand up sign the contract over there I have somewhere to show you,” she says. My eye surveys her body, this is the woman I met hours back the dominant CEO, bossy badass lady, thirty seconds back she was a goddamn badass cock sucker, it should be added to her resumes. She deserves it

I stood up, a pile of paper was compiled on the desk and a pen just beside it. Is there a need reading through it?, all I know is I am getting paid at the end of the day, it’s better than stealing it anyway

I look just below it and I see a space specificallly printed for my signature, “ aren’t you going to read fireman” she says, well there’s nothing there to read it’s just going to be different fucking positions, maybe costume change , silly rules I wasn’t ready to see

I pair my orbs at her then at the sheet before me, “there’s nothing here other Than sex, isn’t it ? ” I ask, She smirks at me,

“ you still need to be informed about the rules, that why they are laid” she says in a formal tone

“ teach me along the way” I replied flipping the pages and writing my signature on all the pages I saw it was warranted, “ done sinclair” she arches a brow at me, I can’t Call her mistress all the time it’s just too formal we can be friends after all

“ we can be friends too Sinclair, fuck those sheets, we are going to be living in the same house after all, being formal can be a little bit boring” she nods in approval and I leap up like a six year old, things are getting better way too fast and damn I am exhausted already .

From all the tongue twirling, fingers rubbing and cock slapping, she begins to walk and I follow suit like a pet I had become, I wonder what she wants to show me, maybe it’s a closet of costumes, a whole room of money, no that’s impossible rich people are conservant with their wealthy, unlike people like me who get to lavish the little we get.

It shouldn’t be that way right?

The house is quite moderately compared to the structure from the outside, we move towards a door and she slowed her pace and I mentally tell myself , this is what she wants to show me, a room, the keys were still pricked in the key hole and she makes a quick turn unhinging the hinges before pushing the door slightly

The scent of well polished wood filled the air, she leans on the wall and turn the light switch and a wooden room comes boldly in view, it was totally different from the outside, it was like a different room entirely, I could see whips on the wall and a four pole bed just at the center

A spread eagle pole as well, wow she’s more than a sex freak, she’s addicted to crazy, “welcome to my world” she says her hands stretched out in the air, with a broad smile on her face, I bet it brings back memories, it looks more like a torture room

I wonder how many innocent men she had tortured in here, “ how many men have you tortured in here”

“ three so far, they couldn’t withstand crazy” she said, as she walked over to a whip on the wall , it was one of those leather whips I do see men use on their submissive, it has a soft texture, all this are for sexual tension.

“ have you used this fireman” she says, I hate that name, sex time is over, oh my helmet, I remove my helmet then drop it on the wooden shelf not too far from where I stood, at least she can make use of my real name now.

“ well Sinclair baby, I haven’t used it on myself, but others yes” I said teasingly, “ I am older than you” she sighs, wow she is dominant in every way, now I see reasons she didn’t remarry, and I bet her husband would have been a submissive as well.

“ sorry your majesty, but you are more sexy than a teenage babe” I say to her, I could see the smug smile dawdle on her face, and I think I have a upper hand now, knowing she gets Really flattered

“ you fucked me with you mouth, and damn baby, I climbed so high, I was so afraid to fall “ I say, she blushed even more, this time her eyes glued on the v line just below my torso, her eyes hungry and searching.