Blackestnights by Cindy Jacks Page A

into my skin. One hand clutching the back of my head, he freed himself from his trousers and shoved his cock in my mouth.
    The salty taste of pre-cum coated my tongue. I tried to remember what he’d taught me about giving head. Covering my teeth with my lips, I took short breaths as he moved his shaft in and out of my mouth. At first, I struggled to keep up with the fast, deep rhythm of his thrusting, but little by little I could take him farther into my throat.
    His cock now slick enough to suck harder, I increased the pressure, proud of my improved technique. I relished giving him pleasure, a feeling of power rushing through me.
    The main restroom door opened and closed and I heard someone walking around. I froze, but Black caught the back of my head and forced me to continue the blowjob. Rendering me unable to control the pace, he shoved his cock farther down my throat than I could bear. I gagged, trying to contain the sound.
    Whoever had entered the bathroom washed his hands and left, but Black wouldn’t relinquish control. He continued to fuck my face, tilting me back so that I was off balance and powerless to resist. Placing my hands on his thighs, I struggled to remember the stop signal. As he gagged me with his cock again, I panicked a bit, shaking my head as best I could.
    “Stop it.” He slapped my cheek but he eased up on the depth of his penetration.
    I imagined him thrusting in and out of my pussy, slapping my face as he just had. My cunt pulsed, need claiming my core. Relaxing as best I could, I focused all my arousal on pleasing Black. The heady feeling of power over him returned and I sucked at his cock, greedy for his orgasm.
    After several more thrusts, he came without warning, his cream flooding my throat. Again I choked, unprepared for the rush of cum. He ceased thrusting, holding my head still. I gulped down his sweet juices, drawing in as much air as I could. Once his cock stopped contracting, he withdrew from my mouth. My eyes watered from the repeated gagging.
    Black helped me to my feet, offering a handkerchief. I took it and dabbed my eyes and lips. Arms wrapping around me, he pulled me into a warm embrace. I rested my head against his broad chest, his heartbeat soothing and hypnotic.
    One finger beneath my chin, Black tilted my head upward, his mouth passing over mine. Tongue darting between my lips, he seemed to savor the taste of his cum.
    As we parted, he murmured, “The inhibitions that kept you from doing as I commanded in the restaurant are the same fears that keep you from achieving your goals in life. You must learn to be fearless.”
    I furrowed my brow, unsure I bought into the parallel. “There are consequences to getting caught performing fellatio in public.”
    “Such as?”
    “I’m pretty sure it’s illegal.”
    “You really think the maître d’ would call the police and cause a big fuss at the restaurant?”
    “Okay, fine, but I’m sure they’d ask us to leave and never come back.”
    “And what’s so horrible about that?”
    “Well…” I felt a blush creep up my chest and to the roots of my hair. “They might be mean about it.”
    Cradling my face in his hands, he said, “Do you believe I’d allow anyone to treat you rudely?”
    Swallowing hard, I shook my head. Aside from his imposing physical size, Black’s dominant nature would never allow anyone to be cruel to me in his presence, of that I was sure.
    “I feel stupid.” I cast my gaze at the floor.
    “You shouldn’t. Little by little we’ll get rid of those inhibitions holding you back from doing what you want.” He kissed my cheek. “Go freshen up. We have shopping to do.”
    He escorted me out of the men’s room and I skittered through the ladies’ door, hoping no one saw me. Okay, so I had plenty of work to do on those inhibitions Black mentioned. My reflection in the mirror silenced my self-doubt.
    Mascara ringed my eyes and my lipstick had smeared. Dabbing at the smudges with Black’s