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  “Fuck me, baby, fuck me!” She closed her eyes and hurled her screams to the sky.

  I set myself to congeal my kneeling to set the whole of the shimmering shaft to disappear between her full lips and then with a long stroke, the whole of the rod would slickly emerge to the neck of the bulging head, which would cling with a concise and concentric timing. And the quick and rhythmic tick, with which my ruler hit and switched it, was to the measure of the Swiss watches’ millisecond hand.

  She now hailed my powerful presence as my sheer strength of cadence would prove indestructible.

  “Oh baby…yuh gwan kill me…wid di daggerin’.”

  Her patois was becoming a beautiful banging to my eardrum, as if to persuade my hips to win the uphill battle. She was cumming. And I was determined to chase all of her frustrations away.

  She fully surrendered and it was a Jamaican jerk festival, as she came again and her legs began to shake and give way.

  But I wouldn’t let her off that easy.

  I was still drunk and not done.

  So, I quickly laid her on her back and kissed her face. Then I began to kiss and place my tongue on her chloë, as her hips begin to fix and grind against it—the whole of my tongue content for the moment to vibrate it.

  It re-invigorated her love’s elixir.

  “Oh, I could cum…again and again. You turnin’…me on again…”

  “Carpe diem, baby…seize the day!”

  I juggled and suckled her jiggling breasts, like jugs of water balloons at a carnival.

  I held onto one foot of her spread legs and kneeled faced forward into her to penetrate her again. And as her bended knee leveraged me, I smiled cunningly.

  Mine was the wild ride that she’d been dreaming of, as I sunk deeper into her. She received me to rock fittingly within her newly wettened delight. She began to wriggle her chloë in earnest—resolute to cum a third time tonight.

  I hulked to double my size and towered above her with full intention to insert my will upon her, as she encouraged my fortitude.

  And then she threw me with a wicked declaration.

  “Choke me!”

  Though I was caught off guard, I would fearlessly oblige. I began to do the unthinkable, but the experience was mildly sobering. She was possessed again to rely on her pain for pleasure, as I began to close my hands around her neck. The relapse caused her to fiend for the abusive aching, which moved to consume me. And for the first time ever, I began to move with a divided mind. I relinquished to this murky spirit, within this moment of weakness and choked away the growing schemes, corruption and deceit that had been suffocating me. The thickness of its unexpected gloom surrounded me on all sides and now came to me in the form of my Alice.

  It seemed that this place was bringing out the wilder side of everyone and even I’d fallen victim to its bewitching power.

  A dark side of me was threatening to take over, as I amped up my body’s rhythmic pounding to a full throttle. She became thoroughly engaged, as she gasped for air in her moaning and the muscle bounced again inside. Maddeningly, her body had created room within her womb to receive more of me, as she was loving this torture.

  The darkness overcame me, as my hips began to stir it up. And she was on the verge of fainting. I clenched my jaws tight, with hot air entering and exiting my flared nostrils; intent on poking to feed fuel and stoke the fire that lay deep within her belly. I was close to the edge and at risk of relinquishing to this sick and twisted turn of events. I needed something to reel the beast inside of me, back in. And I needed it quick, fast, and in a hurry.

  So, I began to think incredibly happy thoughts for the sake of both of us. I gazed into her hazel eyes, earnestly, and thought about the beach that we would both soon set foot on. I visualized the red and purple strokes of the Miami sunset that would soon set upon us and the smile that lit up my Alice's face and it seemed these images fed into her life force. She allowed me to have free reign and she began to let go of her pain again. She let go of a torture that was long overdue.

  I gathered my wits about me and slowly released my grip from her throat.

  “We don't want to end the night like this baby. You’re too beautiful for this...” I whispered into her ear. ”I want to bring you to a beautiful place. Let me show you the way.”

  I’d tamed the raging rapids of our angry spirits, as we both now relished the calm after the storm in a newfound relief and intimacy.

  There was a ceasefire and her body coaxed me further, coaching me to come closely. Privately and with an unspoken treaty, we began to grapple with the idea of making love.

  I kissed and caressed her softly; and blanketed her with a bliss of biblical proportions, as she was now yearning for the utter peace of my branded release.

  "Oh, Silk…” She moaned soulfully and then whispered with her forehead clenched. “Make love to me…"

  As I felt my love muscle engorge to the maximum level, I began again to stake my claim and take ownership of her beautiful body. We were for the moment united, as she was filled with love and I could see in her now warm and autumned eyes that I’d finally tapped past the mask and discovered the lover amongst her.

  I took the moment to inhale and exhale. To breathe the moment in and fill my spirit, with her tranquility as a fortifying mantra. And with tantric energies rising within me, I could feel my divine adrenaline surge from my soul through to the blood in my veins. All of my rotating chakras and coiled muscles grew fully stimulated and I could feel my body surrender to a controlled and calming passion. The full power and intensity of Max's love had drained and the soft and sensitive side of Silk's love had now taken my body hostage.

  She could sense this instant transformation, as my essence rose from my skin and the air became thickened with it.

  My whole spirit engulfed her. And I drove deeper, as our hips moved as one. Our lust binded our minds as one, in harmony with the essence that surrounded us. Our ecstasy binded our souls in harmony with the song of satisfaction that arose from our throats, as synchronized moans. The whole of our spirits morphed into one mind-bending trip, as it became an out of body experience.

  We were plugged into each other and the power of light now flowed within us. She became filled and together we’d entered a state of grace.

  “Oh, yes, baby!”

  I harvested a magical love within me that would quake and register to the upper limits of the Richter scale. And I disseminated its seismic energy within her folds. And it circulated and spread with every reverberated stroking.

  I rocked her to pieces as the waves of devotion would ebb and flow steadily along the long, forgotten beaches of her hedonism. I drove to the depths of her and into an ancient tunnel within her womb’s tomb; and simply burrowed and ran my love, from the welled walls to the relic roof of this hidden den. And bended to curl up and lovingly stroke the abode within it.

  She was drunk with my love and acceptance. And finally three sheets to the wind.

  Clear tears, yet to fall, formed into the sides of her pinched shut eyes.

  “I’m cummin’ baby…”

  Her voice trailed off as her toes began to curl at her body’s caving in and her spirit rumbled with the love that had overtaken her.

  I released all of my muscles to hug and hold her tightly and she dug her nails into the skin of my back. And her spray would bathe my legs as her mind, body, and soul convulsed with overwhelming pleasure. We plugged into a higher source together and our bodies became drenched with our love’s excess.

  And the dust had finally settled.

  “You’re beautiful, my thoroughbred!” I whispered with words whistling into her ear’s canal.

  I sweetly kissed her now-released tears, as she bit down on flashes of her lip’s flesh and folds. And I, with the power of my spirit, committed the ultimate act of love. I became one with HER essence as she was now abruptly drained of all her pain.

  “I don’t deserve you…” She proclaimed with all integrity.
/>   “You deserve even more than me…you deserve you, baby…you deserve your love…”

  I rolled over and scooped her up to lay upon me. She sobbed silently, with her whole body shivering against me. I kissed her forehead, as she began to breathe in and out to the rhythm of my heartbeat.

  “Thank you for catching me, Silk…” She sighed deeply. “I’ll give you anything…fly you anywhere for a private call…”

  “We’re gonna have a lot of fun together…” She murmured silently as the last of her tears hit my chest and I began to close my eyes to her sleep’s sweet melody.

  And I couldn’t help but to think in relief—two satisfied Alice’s down and one more to go.

  ♦ ♦ ♦

  “What time do we board?”

  “I think around five o’clock our time and we’ll get there nine o’clock Miami time.”

  My team and I’d been packed and ready to board the jet as we walked down the main hallway of the Dungeon.

  “Good…because we have some last minute rehearsals before Miami Vogue tomorrow. I still have to meet with a couple of the models for fitting and they have to rip the runway before the real thing.”

  “Last night was wild, wasn’t it? That had to be the wildest that I’ve ever seen Cloud9 get!”

  “Girl, it was like Pharaoh had pumped pheromones through the vents and air ducts or something.”

  “You never know with Pharaoh.”

  “Well, I for one don’t mind if she did pump something into me, because I had a great time. I finally got Pharaoh all to myself and got to taste those luscious lips of hers…”

  “Finally...”

  “It took long enough, don't you think?”

  “That was a long time coming.”

  “And after Cloud9, I hope we can hook-up so I can have a looong time cumming…”

  “You know, you are utterly mad, luv!”

  “Girl, you crazy.”

  “Looks like Sir Sheik and Flourish were having a great time too...” I yelled at Flourish, as she rounded the corner ahead of us.

  “Yeah, I saw that too!”

  ”Girl, you are too scandalous!”

  “Now, just hold your horses, Silk…”

  Flourish stopped in front of me, un-amused by the confrontation.

  “…I was rollin' last night, so half of me was high on E...”

  “And the other half was high on Sir Sheik.” Kendra retorted in jest as the others giggled.

  “It's cool. I mean we're all adults here...”

  Even though it did get under my skin, I casually shrugged it off in front of the team.

  “I mean, I don’t know why with Sir Sheik but…whatever curls your toes, Flourish…”

  “Hey! Different measures for different pleasures…” The Sheik obnoxiously jumped into the conversation, as she rounded the corner with Pharaoh.

  “I can’t help it if Flourish simply prefers me—I mean—-nobody satisfies like the one and only Sir Sheik!”

  The Sheik cocked her collar up with a smug bravado while Flourish blushed. It seemed that she held bragging rights and was now unabashedly flaunting it in front of Flourishes now flush face.

  “Flourish knows she wanted all of it. I own her and she cums only for me. Isn’t that right, Flourish?”

  The Sheik laughed, as Flourish started to tear and finally ran back down the hall in embarrassment.

  Everyone, including Pharaoh, shook their head in disgust and looked at Sir Sheik.

  “What? An eye for an eye and a dance for a dance…Isn’t that right, Silk?”

  I’d figured Sir Sheik to be an asshole with a grudge against me, but I’d yet to witness the Sheik behaving vindictively to her own friends—the same friends that’ve had her back for a long time. The very concept of it repulsed me and was the straw that broke the camel’s back.

  She’d finally rubbed me the wrong way.

  An overwhelming anger was rising through my veins and before I knew it, I’d rushed the Sheik with the unrelenting rage. I wrapped my hand around her throat and drove her backward into the wall behind her. I clenched and slid her up against the wall so that she could meet my eye level. Her feet began to dangle against the floor and for the first time I saw fear in Sir Sheik's blue and green eye. My whole core bulked, as she frantically clutched at my hand and struggled to gasp for air.

  Everyone seemed to be frozen in shock to the fact that I’d actually shut Sir Sheik up.

  I was sick of her shit and stood up to her in a way that nobody expected—not even myself. It took Suez and Pharaoh to peel me off of Sir Sheik, as she fell to the floor and gasped for air.

  With flaccid legs, she finally stood and leaned against the wall. She continued to struggle for breath as PrimaDonna now rounded the corner. And I was still being restrained by Pharaoh and Suez, as the Sheik slowly gathered herself up and straightened her collar.

  “What's going on here and why is Flourish crying?”

  The Sheik inhaled deeply and proceeded to dodge the questions by kissing PrimaDonna on the cheek.

  “Oh, it’s absolutely nothing my dear…just the excitement of going back to Miami is getting to everyone…”

  "Yeah, it's nothing!"

  I shook Pharaoh and Suez off me in frustration to walk in the same direction that Flourish had taken. I was losing it and I needed to find Flourish to begin to stabilize my karma before setting foot in Miami—the one place that I knew would return me to a sense of balance and poise.

  I heard her crying in the smoke and toke room that we’d all gathered in two days ago. And as I opened the door, my intention was to apologize. But as I saw her crying, I couldn’t help but feel nothing but anger that she would let one of her closest friends break her down and humiliate her.

  “Don’t cry, Flourish! Come on now, you’re not this weak!” I quickly became enraged with her fragility. “How could you sink this low and let her get away with it? Everything she said must’ve been true!”

  With a quickness, Flourish jumped up and unexpectedly slapped my face. And without restraint, I backed her up against the wall, as I seemed to be still flush with adrenaline and held both of her hands above her head to be locked and pinned against the wall. She began to cry again as the subtle sting of her strike rose to fill my cheek.

  “Silk! You don’t understand! I just needed to escape for the moment. I had been stressed and she offered me the pill to wind down a little and I didn’t know it would go as far as it did!”

  I softened my grip but refused to release her.

  “I'm sorry, Flourish…but she stripped you of your dignity and slighted me in the process…to allow her to have this power over you…It’s just not something that I expected to see from you.”

  “I’d already been stripped…” She began to soften and whisper. “It's something different about you…It’s intoxicating…you're different than all the other studs and even the other stallions…you see me and you know me. It's like I'm addicted to you and I hate it that all of these femmes have access to you.”

  She quickly began to regain internal fortitude, as she spoke to me.

  “I hate it that you even acknowledge them.” She slid one of her hands out of my grip and ran her hands over the lap of my polo shorts.

  “I miss you and I can't get you out of my mind! I’ve been craving you and it aches…”

  She bit my lower lip, as she’d unzipped my shorts and began to stroke between my legs. She licked and kissed the fold of my lip, as though it held the key to the release of her aching frustrations. And with my own disappointments and irritations, it became easy to yield to her sweet surrender—and yet I remained angry.

  I pinned her free hand again, as we kissed, and again she freed herself to sway my hands to pass under her free-flowing skirt and over the lace of her thong that held her throbbing mound.

  Her heat called out to me. And again I admitted defeat, amidst the bouts of our own echoed panting. I feverishly drove her thong aside and slithered my fingers insid
e her lake of eternal fire. The blazes had long-scorched the steel fortification of her raging inferno and had been long-calling for me to stoke the flames. My fingerprints would now become the evidence of my arrest, as they glided and skimmed with a singed quenching inside.

  My lips pinched vehemently and my tongue sucked long-hardened and groaning nipples, as she moaned me onwards to the aching that lived between her legs and now stirred for my penetration.

  “Power up!” She commanded between pants. “Oh, Silk! I missed you…Fuck me, Silk.”

  The rod began to fill and bulge. And I began to press upon her.

  I kissed her passionately, to silence her words, and hitched her leg around my waist, to thrust my richie deep inside. I finally released her other hand, as I’d needed both hands and all of my body’s strength to fortify me. The release of tension was almost too much for her body to bear, as I could feel her womb and body welcome me.

  “Oh, Silk!”

  The shaft engorged and filled her throbbing belly, as the head grew further inside to instigate her tender pulsating. I closed my eyes and flashes of PrimaDonna’s face had unpredictably and uncontrollably filled my conscience.

  I was now automated to gratify her body’s urges and began pushing for her to cum quickly. And she moaned in satisfaction, even though the rhythm was deep and punishing

  I lifted her up to straddle me and ushered her from our wall of torture to the nearby sofa. I’d thrown her down onto the couch carelessly, as her liquid lava ran from the whole of the rod to the bulge and swell of the ruler’s knob. A matching fluidity spread, like an apple jelly over bread, between her widened legs; urging me to re-fill her tank until her reservoir was full.

  I was drawing from my fury and yet leveling, with the stimulation of the image of PrimaDonna still flashing through my mind’s membrane. I feverishly stretched and broadened the glistening rod, as it had abruptly reached a long and broad maximum. I pinned the inside of her thigh against the purple leather cushions and pounced upon her pleading pussy, with an ample and daunting power and authority.