A/N: Hello there loveeesss!!!! This chapter was so huge that I currently have it split into two chapters. I hope you all are enjoying the story of Amani and Gage as much as I am enjoying telling it. Those of you that are new here, Welcome, Hi, Nice to meet you. Yes, they are real.

To my die hards, I love you. Keep emailing me, you all bring me so much joy. You know that with a girl who loves deep penetration you are gonna get a lot of fucking but also some deep, deep, introspection and characters with a story to tell. Without further ado, let’s begin with a fuck.

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“Oooh fuuuuuuuck Gaaaaaage.” Amani moaned as she rode Gage’s dick in reverse cowgirl. After fucking her for most of the night, Gage had awoken Amani with a sensual massage that paid careful attention to her most sensitive areas with his mouth.

Once she was fully awake, he was relentless. Shoving his cock into her mouth and face fucking her as she moaned around his dick and gasped for air.

As he pumped in and out of Amani’s warm mouth, she bucked and fucked herself against two of his fingers.

Before either of them could come, Gage laid down and made Amani assume their current position.

They had started off with a slow grind. Gage’s legs were closed in between Amani’s. She leaned forward, belly flat over his legs, like wading out on a surfboard, as she moved her ass and hips up and down on his dick. Fucking herself, she pumped forward and back.

“That’s right baby.” Gage said and slapped Amani on the ass. From Gage’s view he could see Amani’s pussy opening wider each time she round down to the base of his dick. Gage watched as Amani’s juices not only coated his dick but began trailing down to his balls.

“Fuck you’re so wet, Amani.” Gage said as he rubbed Amani’s anus with his thumb. Amani moaned in response, continuing to fuck herself on his dick and trying to push his thumb into her ass.

Gage gave her what she wanted. “Uuuuhk.” Amani moaned as he pushed a little of his thumb into her ass. She tried to sit up and change the stroke so that he would go deeper into her and Gage pushed her back over his legs.

“When are you going to let me fuck this little hole?” Gage asked as he pushed deeper into her ass with his thumb.

Amani whimpered in pleasure, resuming her positioning and the slow languid strokes. Upppp, dooowwn, uuuuuup, doooown.

Amani’s moans got louder and so did Gage’s groans as the pleasure increased. He pulled her up into a sitting position and pinched her nipples while pulling her down on his cock.

He spread Amani wider. As she bounced down on his cock, he met her thrust for thrust, pushing his hips into her.

Arching her back over his body, Amani braced herself on the bed as she pushed into Gage. Gage grabbed her hips, fucking deeper into her pussy.

“Yes…Yess…Right there, Yes….” Amani moaned as Gage fucked her pussy hard.

She squeezed the hand on her nipple making it pinch her as she felt the beginning of her orgasm.

“Fuck….Fuck…Gage…I’m coming, fuck…fuuuucccccck.” She moaned. As she came Gage grunted and gripped her hips harder as his own orgasm released.

“Shit.” He said as Amani sat forward.

Giving her a quick kiss on the cheek, Gage pulled out of her and disposed of the condom. They both took a quick shower and then got back in bed.

It was 7am and although neither of them was ready for their night to end, Amani knew she would need to leave in a few hours or Celia would rally a search party.

As they caressed and kissed each other, not saying a word, Amani tried her best to dispel the wondered that this would be nice to have when she went back to Maryland.

This is a fling Amani, this is a fling! She told herself. Another part of her brain answered back, “Yea, but what if it wasn’t? Maybe they could be friends with benefits?”

Gage must have been having the same internal discussion because he interrupted her thoughts and said, “I know you said this was a one week, while we are on vacation thing, but I’m open to more.”

“Interesting.” Amani said noncommittally as she continued to stroke his back.

“I’ve been testing you all weekend and we are very sexually compatible.” Gage began.

“Testing me…really?” Amani said and rolled her eyes. She was very straight forward and hated when people played childish games.

“I like sex and relationships a certain way and I think you would enjoy it too. Have you ever heard of bdsm?” Gage questioned.

“I have.” Amani said thinking over what they had shared and what he could be getting at. Amani had all the time liked the idea of handcuffs in bed and getting spanked. She also had a toy collection at home but she didn’t think that’s what he meant.

Looking into his eyes, she sat up and asked, “What do you mean?”

“I would like to engage in an exclusive relationship with you. It will take time for us to learn each other and get fully comfortable but I would like to work toward a master/slave relationship.” Gage said.

“Slave? Chile.” Amani said getting off the bed.

“Amani!” Gage said her name sharply.

“Slave? I know you don’t mean what I think you mean sooo I need you to elaborate.” Amani said in a huff.

Before he could explain, she interrupted him and said, “Do you mean that I will have to ask you to do everything and wait on your beck and call like a servant?” She crossed her arms, pushing her naked breasts higher.

She did not like the idea of being completely subservient to anyone. Who was Gage to deserve that from her? They were just fucking! Yes she had a crush on him and ok, if she was dating him she would do things for him and take care of him, but giving him complete control of her life…?

She chewed her bottom lip as she continued to ponder. She held up her hand to stall Gage from talking as she began to pace and think.

Maybe she had jumped the gun a little with her abrupt reaction. The wondered of giving anyone control over her was a boundary. She was fiercely independent.

As she continued to pace and process what he said and what she knew, she knew she needed to analyze this logically, piece by piece like a science experiment and weigh the options. She also needed to apologize and hear what he had to say.

Taking a deep breath, she exhaled and said, “I apologize for my abrupt reaction. Please continue, I won’t interrupt again unless I have a question.”

“Ok.” Gage said with a nod.

“To answer your earlier question, I would have strict rules for my slave, yes.” Gage said getting off the bed and standing before her.

Placing her hand on his cock he continued, “I would tell my slave what she could eat and drink. She would follow a fitness regimen, carry herself a certain way in public, and wear the outfits I choose down to the polish on her nails and toes.”

He opened his legs wider as she distractedly began stroking his cock. “She would also be expected to keep things tidy but I will as well. I like things neat and in order at all times. She will never address other men in my company unless they are family or authority figures. Same goes for other men being allowed to touch her.”

Amani bit her lip and tried to concentrate on his words as she got turned on by his actions. She had just had Gage all night long and with a simple touch, she was on fire again. Damn, that dry spell!

As he slowly fucked himself into her hand he said, “Lastly, she would be allowed to continue to work if she so chooses but I will provide everything she needs.”

Tucking a strand of hair behind her ear and caressing her cheek he said, “There is no, no.”

He moved away then to sit on the bed. Legs spread and dick jutting to the sky.

Amani wet her lips as she tried to process and run back what he said in her mind. Her legs twitched with the need to get on her knees and put that delicious cock into her mouth.

Shit! Concentrate Amani! She wondered.

“So, (wets lips), you get to tell me what to do and how to do it and in turn, I can ask for anything?” Amani asked.

“Anything.” Gage responded.

Tilting her head to the side, they stared into each other’s eyes. That sounded simple enough, but she was not used to people delivering on any promises except limitedly in her professional career.

“I have been looking at the Lucid Air.” Amani tested, looking into his eyes in challenge.

“Dream or Touring?” Gage asked, stroking her cheek as she moved into his space.

“Dream.” Amani said stepping closer into his embrace.

“Done.” Gage said pulling her into a kiss. “As long as you are a good girl, you can have anything you ask for.”

He fucked her slowly then and when they both came together it was like the sealing of a deal.

Amani left Gage’s hotel room an hour later. Her pussy lips blissfully sore from all of the fucking but a lot on her mind.

As she drove to get her mother’s favorite breakfast and head to her home, she tried to process what Gage was offering.

Like anything she was interested in, she decided she would begin with some research.

She needed to know more about Bdsm if she was gonna do it correctly.

She also needed to know if this was something that she was really interested in. The idea of being that trusting and vulnerable with another person was kinda scary.

She liked the idea of fucking Gage. He was correct, their sexual chemistry could spark fires in Alaska.

However, as a self-supporting woman, it was difficult to get behind the idea of someone taking care of her and of her having to take care of someone else. She was all the time generous with her partners in relationships. Naturally she believed in doing for the people she cared about. The idea of being forced to comply tho…not so much. Would submitting to Gage cause her to lose herself. Would she be less of who she was by giving all to him? Could she trust Gage?

Gage had tested her this weekend and apparently, she had passed. She knew she could fuck but there must have been other qualities that he wondered were compatible with his lifestyle as well. Hmmm…she wondered. He had tested her but now she needed to test him. If she was gonna attempt to give herself to Gage completely, she needed to know that he was dependable and could take care of her.

As she parked in her mother’s driveway, she decided to send him a text.

Amani: I am thinking about your proposal.

Gage: I expected nothing less.

Amani: In order for me to think about doing this, I need to see that you are someone that I can depend on and trust.

Gage: Sounds reasonable.

Amani: When we get back to Maryland…we can try to do this on a trial basis. I think that will give us both and idea if this will truly work and allow me to get more comfortable with the situation.

Gage: How about we begin tomorrow night? It’s New Year’s Eve. They are having a party at the casino hotel where I am staying. We can discuss more at dinner.

Amani: Ok. See you then.

Gage: Wear red.

She smiled as she got out of the car and headed into her mother’s house. There was no time to begin like the present. Sink or swim.

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When Amani had arrived in the house that morning, Celia was in great spirits.

She munched on her breakfast as she chattered about her tv shows from the previous night.

“You know we need to be at church by noon for the luncheon.” Celia said around a bite of her omelette.

“Momma, do we have to go?” Amani said in exasperation. “You are eating now, there’s no way you are going to be hungry again by 12.”

“Girl!” Celia said and tsk her lips. “I’m making the potato salad. You know pastor loves my potato salad. And besides, you set up all those decorations. Now I know you got plans and won’t be there tomorrow tonight, the least you can do is show up at the luncheon with your mother.”

Amani rolled her eyes.

“Girl, don’t be cutting your eyes at me.” Celia said. Amani rolled her eyes again.

She really had no desire to go to a church luncheon. She knew it was not gonna begin on time and she had things to do before her date with Gage. She needed to discover something red to wear.

“Mom, I have plans today and I need to find an outfit to wear. I will pop in, say hello and drop you off.” Amani said standing her ground.

“Ok baby, I’m sure I can get a ride back with someone. I’m just so proud of my baby. Coming to see me. Ms. Independent. Thank you for bringing me breakfast.” Celia said as she got up to go get ready.

Amani rolled her eyes in exasperation. Her mother was a damn mess. A damn needy mess. A damn needy lonely mess.

Amani and her mother were like oil and water most of the time but she tried to show her some compassion. Celia had been married to her husband for 25 years before he passed. When her father John had passed, her mother said she lost her best friend. Amani could not imagine that. Loving someone so deeply that when they passed away, she was lost.

That was a Hard Pass and a part of why Amani was single.

With Amani being her only child, she was all Celia had left. She knew why her mother had the quirks she had, didn’t mean she had to like it. She would try to visit more and spend more time with her mother Amani wondered begrudgingly as she went to change.

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Amani’s plan was simple. She would drop her mother off, stay long enough to eat her plate and then make her excuses so that she could leave and go shopping for the dress. That was her plan.

After getting in line and making her plate, she sat down at the table closest to the door. Before getting in line, she had spoken to everyone and made sure her mother was well occupied with her friends.

Perfect Amani wondered. Internally rubbing her hands together in glee.

When she began eating her food, she nearly dropped her fork when she heard her name being called.

“Amani!” Desiree called and waved Amani over.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Amani wondered as she plastered a fake smile on her face.

She knew those shoulders. She had just gripped those damn shoulders. Fuck! Not the parents! Amani wondered with an internal grimace.

Standing next to Desiree with his own plate of food was none other than Amani’s fuck buddy and Desiree’s son, Gage.

Gage’s smile grew wider, more teasing as Amani stood before them.

“Your mother told me that you have to run after you leave here, but we really need your SUV to finish getting ready for the celebration.” Desiree began.

“Yes ma’am, I do, I…”Amani started but was cut off.

“Yes, yes young people stuff. My son here has graciously offered to be your taxi so that we can borrow your car. He doesn’t have anything to do anyway. You all are young and New Year’s is a day away, find something to do.” She said waving her hands dismissively after she patted her son on the cheek.

Joining the group and hooking her arm in her daughter’s, Celia said, “That was nice of him, wasn’t it Amani.”

“It was something.” Amani said continuing to fake smile. Gage smirked.

“Yall go on now.” Desiree said kissing her son’s cheek and then shooing them away so that she could talk to Celia.

As they walked back to her table, Amani said, “Manipulative, Cunning…”

“Opportunistic is the word I believe you are looking for.” Gage said with a laugh.

“Meh meh meh meh.” Amani said mocking him.

“Well at least you can help me pick out my outfit.” Amani said after a while.

“I planned on it.” Gage responded.

“So…training begins now?” Amani asked.

“Training begins now.” He said in response.

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When they arrived at the boutique, Amani excitedly tried to exit the car. She loved shopping. She especially loved being back in her hometown and loading up on Detroit gear. As she turned her body and put her hand on the door, Gage stayed her with a hand on her thigh.

He slowly, purposefully swung out of the driver’s seat and walked over to the passenger side of the car. Amani blushed at the gentlemanly gesture as he opened her door.

“Thank you.” Amani said, placing her hand in his and stepping out of the car.

“You are most welcome.” Gage said continuing to hold her hand possessively and walked side by side to the boutique.

Gage opened the door for her and Amani excitedly bounced from rack to rack.

Amani loved shopping but she was what she called an possible shopper. She did not hunt for an outfit. She looked over the racks with a keen eye. If a color, cut or pattern spoke to her, she investigated, otherwise she kept it moving and would go to another part of the store or another store entirely.

This boutique had lingerie and accessories on the left-hand side of the store and shoes and clothing on the right-hand side.

She went right and Gage sat on a bench as he watched her look over dress after dress.

Gage wanted red, Amani wondered as she bit her lip. So, she picked out a red one shoulder peek a boo dress that had a swoosh opening over her breasts and the sides of her stomach. It was midi length. She also picked out a dazzling white long sleeve floor length dress that had gold accents at the cuff and neck and was backless as well as a tight black mini dress with spaghetti straps.

She didn’t really need any heels but there were two that stood out to her that she just had to get. The first pair would go perfect with the red dress. There was a clear strap across the toes and the strap that wound up the legs was red ribbon that could be tied in a bow. The second was a pair of semi pointy black t strap high heels. She felt a pulse in her pussy looking at the black heels.

Perfect timing, she wondered. She had been looking for a pair of sexy t strap heels to pair with fishnet stockings and lingerie. She hadn’t had anyone to wear them for before, but now she did, she wondered with a smirk.

She had been so deep in wondered, that she did not notice that Gage had left his position on the bench.

As she started to walk to the lingerie section, he geared her toward the counter. He had a handful of items, reds, greens, purple and white.

They placed the items on the counter and waited as the cashier scanned and placed each item in boxes and then in a paper bag.

When she was finished, the cashier said, “653.17, is the total, will you be paying with cash or card today.”

“Card.” Amani said and began digging in her purse for her credit card.

Gage, chuckled and looked at Amani expectantly as she held her credit in her hand at her waist.

Arching his eyebrow, he folded his arms and continued to stare at her.

Amani put her card back into her wallet and stepped back out of his way.

Gage, smiled at the cashier politely and said, “653.17, you said?”

“Yes, sir.” She replied, dazzled by Gage’s smile.

Uh huh. Look and admire because that’s all you will ever be able to do. Amani wondered. Although she had been lightly chastised that wouldn’t stop her from correcting this woman and putting her in her place. Gage was hers.

Wait, was he hers?

I guess, he is, she wondered with a smile as Gage finished paying for the items and grabbed the two bags filled with her items.

He gave her a look to stay on the sidewalk as he placed her bags in the trunk of his car. He then opened her passenger door again, closed it once she got inside and then got in himself.

As they drove in silence, Amani clenched and unclenched her hands, processing her feelings.

“Thank you.” She said after a while.

Instead of answering, Gage grabbed and kiss her hand.

10 minutes later, Amani gasped in shock as Gage pulled in the driveway of her mother’s home.

“How…when…what?” Amani stuttered.

How the fuck did he know where her mother lived.

She didn’t ask a question, so Gage didn’t feel the need to answer one. “Go pack a bag. You’ll be staying with me for the next few days.”

“Bossy, Bossy.” Amani mocked. Something about the way he gave her orders made her pussy wet. In her professionally life she would damned if she let a man command her around but with Gage…mmph she wondered as she rubbed her thighs together and reached for the car door. With Gage, she was ready to devour him. He could command her to suck his dick in a crowded room and she would happily get on her knees for him.