Page 31 of Mr. Blackwood

“Why not? Isn’t that what you do to me?”

“Is that what you think?”

“I do.”

“What do you want, baby?” he asked, slipping his hand into his shirt that I wore to fondle my breast.

“I want you to open up to me,” I stated.

He gripped my chin and kissed me slowly and passionately as he caressed my breast.

“Pick a word that is meaningful to you.”

I wasn’t sure where he was going with that, but I played along.

“Exclusive.” That was what I wanted from Jabari, an exclusive story, but he misinterpreted it. I wasn’t in a position to correct him, so I let him talk.

“I can see having that with you, but you would have to be willing to step into my world.”

My heartbeat sped up with anticipation, and I could feel the smile that was in my heart taking over my lips. “I’m willing to do that,” I stated, jumping at the opportunity.

“The woman I’m exclusive with must be willing to be there for me when I need her, break every rule except the ones I give, remove the limitations between us, and accept me with all my flaws.”

The man was damn near perfect. I couldn’t imagine what flaws he might have, and if there were any, they couldn’t have been insurmountable. “I’m willing.”

He removed me from his lap and rolled his chair back. I watched as he unlocked a drawer on his desk and removed a paper and a pen.

“I need you to read and sign this,” he stated, uncapping the pen and handing it to me.

I stared at the paper, confused, until I realized that it was an NDA to keep what happened between us private. There was even language in the NDA detailing that I could not use any encounters and activities we engaged in for a story. The loophole was that he didn’t say anything about things I may have learned about him in the progression of our relationship. I eagerly signed it, knowing I could find a way around it.

“Do I get a copy?”

“Sure. I’ll get it to you soon.”

He placed the paper and the pen back into the desk drawer and locked it. He took my hand and led me back to his bedroom. I had so many questions about the NDA and the need for one, but as he always did, Jabari found a way to distract me from the questions that clamored for attention in my brain.

He removed his shirt from my body and took a step back to admire me for several seconds. When he reached his hand out again, I took it, and he dragged his hands down my arms and locked our fingers together.

“I promise you that everything we share will be beautiful. If there is anything that you want to try, don’t be scared to ask. Alternatively, if there’s anything that you don’t like, I expect you to share that also. I’ll pay close attention to what you don’t say—the language your body speaks, to figure it out.”

He tipped my chin again and kissed me. Jabari slowly walked me backward until the backs of my thighs hit his mattress, and I was forced to sit down. He grabbed my ankles and spread my legs before he made space between them for himself.

We kissed again, and I could tell that he was in no rush to have sex with me. It wasn’t until I was spread out on his bed that he left my side and returned seconds later with handcuffs and feathers.

“What’s this about?”

“It’s about you submitting to me, entering my world, and giving me what I need to understand me. It’s about me taking our passion to the next level, a level where I introduce your body to the limits that you’ve probably never embraced before.”

“Will it be painful?”

“It wouldn’t be pleasurable without the pain, keeping it honest.”

I licked my lips as he locked my hands to the bedposts with the handcuffs. I giggled when he first dragged the feathers along my body until my skin became so sensitive that it transformed into a heightened pleasure I had never experienced.

“I need more, Jabari.”

“More of what, Camilla?”