Page 18 of He Snatched My Soul
“That’s me.” I gave him a flirtatious smile.
“A pleasure, beautiful. Wah mi cya duh fi yuh?”
“Oh, I just wanted to know how everything is going? I noticed a few of the pleasure rooms hadn’t been worked on. Will they be completed by opening day?”
“Mi pramise, everything ago bi dun inna time.”
“That’s good to hear. Thank you. You and your men have done a great job.” I praised the work of the hotel.
As Winsome and I continued to talk and flirt back with each other, I could feel Jamian eyes burning a hole into both of us. I knew he wasn’t jealous, or so I thought. When he dismissed Winsome in the middle of us exchanging numbers and he inviting me out tomorrow to show me around, I knew Jamian was jealous for sure. I had only agreed to go to get under Jamian’s skin. Winsome seems like a nice guy, but I wasn’t looking to get into anything with anyone. I just wanted a little excitement in my life while enjoying my time here.
“That nigga could be one of those traffickers, and you skinning and grinning in his face.”
“Are you jealous?” I smirked.
“Never that,” he rebutted, but I could see the lie before he spoke it.
“Whatever. I’m going downstairs to check to see if the shipments of alcohol came in,” I told him and headed to the lower level.
After confirming that all the alcohol shipments had been delivered, I walked to the back and entered one of the naughty pleasure rooms. My mind was certainly piqued. I only saw them in porn movies. As soon as I walked inside, my body began to heat up. It was painted red and dimly lit. It absolutely gave an erotica feel that I was looking for. Slowly, I strolled around the room, admiring the many sex toys that lined the black shelves against the wall. From clitoral suckers to nipple clamps to the metal Enfettered Corner Suspension, I imagine all the sexual experiences one could endure with all the toys in here. I would love to try the corner suspension system myself, but I had no one to try it with. I could see a few activities I’d love to try and partake in. Naughty thoughts popped into my head, and Jamian's sexy ass plagued my brain. I started to feel a tingling sensation in my lower parts. The seat of my thong moistened as my nipples hardened, adding to the buildup I was feeling.
I ran my hand over the red leather straps hanging from the suspension. I closed my eyes and imagined Jamian’s naked, sweaty body hovering over me, fucking me hard as I begged him to stroke me deeper. Biting my lip, his fingers pinched my hard nipples, demanding that I cum on his dick. Just as I was set to let loose, the sound of my ringing phone caught my attention. Clearing my throat, I pulled my phone from my pocket and saw it was Ryan calling me. I rolled my eyes. Why was he calling me? There wasn’t anything for us to discuss. We were done. But I found myself still answering his call.
“What, Ryan?” I spoke snidely.
“Come on, sweetheart. Don’t be that way. I tried calling you last night to apologize, but you didn’t answer.”
“I was busy. Now, what do you want?” I got snippy.
“Busy doing what?”
“That’s none of—” My words trailed off as a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, and I jumped. I instantly knew it was Jamian from the scent of his cologne.
“She was busy getting that pussy ate and sucked on like a chicken bone,” Jamian whispered in my ear while pressing his dick against my ass. My eyes widened from the blunt words he spoke, hoping that Ryan didn’t hear him. Yeah, we weren’t together, but I still didn’t want him hearing me moaning and shit.
“What did you say, Modesty?” Ryan probed skeptically. I tried to push out of Jamian's embrace, but he pulled me back.
“Shit!” I hissed when I felt Jamian lips on the nape of my neck. His hand slipped between my legs, and he began rubbing my pussy through the fabric of my clothes. I swallowed hard, trying to get my mind together to stop him.
“Jamian, what are you doing? You have to stop. I’m on the phone,” I whispered.
“Well, you better make sure to be quiet because I’m about to make this pussy cum.” He pressed down hard on my clit, making me clench my thighs together.
The feeling of his hands on me while in this room did something to me. I couldn’t explain it. Nor could I answer Ryan calling out my name. I should have muted the phone or just hung up. The way this man had me feeling, I couldn’t do either.
“Ssss! Oh my God,” I whispered as wetness pooled at my center.
“Damn, this pussy hot, lil’ mama,” he muttered, then bit down on my exposed shoulder, speeding up the movement of his fingers. I said, “fuck it,” and dropped my phone to the floor, gripping his wrist while whispering for him not to stop.
Suddenly, Jamian picked me up and sat me down on the leather spanking bench. Not giving me a chance to protest, his lips crashed into mine, catching me off guard. When I felt his warm, wet tongue slip into my mouth, my body heated up, and I matched his energy. As we explored each other’s mouth, he pulled the top of my romper down, and my breasts spilled out. Shit was getting hot and heavy, and I was ready for the dick.
Jamian had ended up back between my legs as he continued strumming my pussy. I spread my legs apart, giving him more room to take me to ecstasy as we swapped spit. He released my lips, leaving me panting as he gazed down at me with nostrils flaring.
“You so fucking beautiful,” he slurred when he latched onto my left nipple, sucking hard. I hissed from the pain, but damn, did that shit feel good.
“Mmmm,” I moaned loudly, bucking my hips against his digits.
“Are you ready to cum?” he growled against my chest.
