That Third Night, Selena Showed Who Was in Charge

I went back to Selena’s apartment two nights later, as if there were no other possible option. There was no confusion this time, no comfortable excuse of curiosity. What was driving me up the stairs was something simpler and harder to admit: I needed her. I’d spent forty-eight hours thinking about her, about her voice, about the way she’d looked at me when we said goodbye, as if she knew perfectly well I was going to come back. I was getting hard in the office just remembering her mouth, the edge of her teeth when she smiled.

The building was old, one of those places with a cage elevator and yellow light that flickered on every floor. I went up on foot. I wanted to arrive out of breath, with my pulse already racing before I rang the bell. I stopped in front of the door and took a deep breath. On the other side, soft music could be heard, something slow, almost a whisper.

Don’t come looking for answers. Come to obey.

I knocked once. She opened right away, as if she’d been waiting with her hand on the doorknob.

Selena was wearing a black lace set that was barely hinted at beneath an open robe, sheer stockings held up with garters, and a smile that was anything but innocent. The bra lifted her tits so much the lace looked ready to give way; the thong was a tiny strip sinking between her thighs. Her body was a perfect contradiction: soft curves, warm skin, and at the same time a firm presence, in command of every inch of the doorway. She held my gaze without saying a word for several endless seconds.

—No talking tonight —she said at last, leaning on the frame—. Tonight you’re going to get on your knees and suck everything I put in your mouth.

I went in without answering and closed the door behind me. The apartment smelled of vanilla and something darker, like leather. The music kept playing, low, setting a rhythm neither of us intended to follow. The script was already written, handed out, accepted. I knew my part.

I knelt in front of her on the rug, slowly, feeling my legs tremble a little. Selena looked down at me, chin raised, completely calm. There was no rush in her eyes. There was certainty.

—Good boy —she murmured, and the word ran down my back like a current that ended at the tip of my cock, already rock-hard against the fabric of my pants.

***

She slid her fingers through my hair, slowly at first, almost tenderly. Then she closed her fist and pulled, just enough to make me lift my face and look at her. The lamp’s light hit her from the side, leaving half her face in shadow. She was beautiful in a way that hurt.

—I want you to learn patience —she said—. You’re going to do exactly what I tell you, when I tell you. Understand?

—Yes —I answered, my voice rougher than I expected.

—Yes, what?

I hesitated for a second. She tightened her fist in my hair a little more.

—Yes, Selena.

—Better.

With her free hand she pulled her thong aside, without taking it off. She brought her hips closer to my face, slowly, and I understood what she wanted without her having to ask. Her pussy was shaved, wet, shining under the yellow light, the lips already swollen. But she didn’t let me. Every time I leaned in, she pulled back a millimeter, playing, measuring me, making me wait. She kept me a centimeter from her cunt and made me breathe her in without touching. The anticipation became unbearable. I, who had always been the one in control in my life, at my job, in every bed before, was there on my knees begging for permission she took pleasure in refusing.

—Ask me —she said.

—Please —I murmured.

—Clearer.

—Please, let me eat you out.

—Let you lick what?

—Your pussy. Please, Selena, let me lick your pussy.

Selena smiled, satisfied, and finally pressed my face against her. I licked her from bottom to top, slowly, tasting the flavor stick to my tongue. I parted her lips with the tip and went looking for her clit, slowly, in circles, until I felt her stomach tighten. When I tried to hurry, she pulled my hair back.

—Slowly, I said. No hands.

I buried my face in her again. I flattened my tongue over her clit again and again, my hands still at my sides because she hadn’t given me permission to use them. She held the back of my neck firmly, setting the pace, grinding herself against my mouth when it suited her and pushing me away when she wanted to make me suffer. I shoved my tongue inside as far as I could, curling it, pulling it back out to return to her clit, sucking it whole between my lips. She was soaking wet. My chin and throat were covered in her moisture.

—That’s it —she whispered through clenched teeth—. Slowly. No hands. Good boy. Suck me slowly; I want it to last.

I obeyed. Time stretched. The music changed songs and I was still there, surrendered, listening to her breathing grow deeper, feeling her fingers tense in my hair whenever something pleased her. When I found the exact rhythm, she started moving against my mouth, rubbing her pussy shamelessly across my face, getting me dirty up to my eyebrows. She came by squeezing my neck with both hands, stifling a long moan, clamping her thighs around my head. I didn’t stop until she yanked me away. There was nothing in the world outside that rug, that yellow light, and Selena’s voice guiding me.

***

She hauled me up before I could catch my breath, as if interrupting me on purpose. Her cheeks were flushed and her breathing was ragged, but she hadn’t lost a single gram of control.

—Up —she ordered.

I stood and she used the moment to rip my shirt off with a sharp tug, sending a couple of buttons skittering across the wooden floor. Then she unbuckled my belt, yanked my pants and boxers down in one motion, and left my cock exposed, so hard it hurt. She wrapped her open hand around it, squeezing the base, and shook it once, long and slow, looking me in the eyes.

—Look how hard you are —she said, savoring every word—. And I haven’t even touched you.

She shoved me against the wall. My back hitting the cold plaster made me growl. Selena pressed herself to me, body against body, and kissed me with a fury that left no room for argument. Her tongue, her teeth on my lip, her hands: one pinning my wrist to the wall, the other jerking me slowly, her palm tight, moving up and down the whole length.

I felt her desire pressing against mine, two bodies wrestling without moving from the spot, measuring each other in silence. For an instant my hips pushed forward, instinctive, as if there were still something in me that wanted to prove who was in charge. She laughed against my mouth, amused by the attempt, and squeezed my cock harder, almost enough to hurt.

—Seriously? —she murmured—. You still think you get to decide anything here? I tell you when you come and where.

I didn’t answer. I dropped my hips, surrendering, letting her handle me however she wanted. She loosened her grip, softened the kiss, and stroked my chest with her open palm, as if rewarding my surrender. Then she moved down slowly, biting my neck, my collarbone, one nipple. She crouched without breaking eye contact and took my cock into her mouth without preamble, all the way down, until I felt her throat close around the head.

I looked down at her, my hands pressed against the wall because I didn’t dare touch her. Selena sucked me with her eyes fixed on mine, easing off slowly to lick the tip, spitting on it and swallowing me whole again. She ran her tongue underneath me, licked my balls one by one, jerked me while she spoke to me in a thick, low voice.

—If you come before I tell you to, we’re not fucking —she warned, and sank down on me again.

I had to clench my jaw and dig my nails into my palms to hold out. She knew it and made it worse on purpose: she’d pull my cock out of her mouth only to let it smack against her cheek, looking up at me from below, her lips shining.

—I like that better —she said when she finally let go and stood up, her voice dense and low—. Now I want you to be the one who goes in. Slow at first. Then however you want.

The sentence hit me. It was the last place I thought we’d end up, and at the same time the only place everything had been driving toward since the first drink, two nights ago. Selena took my hand and led me to the long couch in the living room, without turning on any more lights.

***

She slipped her thong off from under the garters, leaving the rest on: bra lifted up, stockings, lace wet at the tops of her thighs. She settled onto her knees on the cushions, her chest pressed to the backrest and her spine arched toward me. Her round ass, open, and her swollen, shining pussy between her legs, still marked by my mouth. The robe had ended up somewhere along the way. She turned her head to look at me over her shoulder, and in that look there was an order and an invitation at the same time.

—Easy —she said, softening her tone a little—. Do it right. We’ve got all night.

I moved in carefully. I kissed the back of her neck, her shoulders, traced her spine with my lips until I felt her skin rise with gooseflesh. She smelled like vanilla and warm sweat. I bit one ass cheek, then the other, spread her ass open with both hands and ran my tongue over her pussy from behind, one long lick that drew a gasp from her. I took my time, because she had taught me patience and because suddenly I wanted to give it to her. I slid two fingers inside her and curled them, searching for the spot that made her breathe harder, listening to every change in her voice, attentive to every gesture that told me when to keep going and when to wait. With my thumb I stroked her clit in circles until I felt her soak my hand.

—Now —she murmured at last, her knuckles white from gripping the upholstery—. Put it in already.

I grabbed my cock, dragged it over her wet lips a couple of times, and entered her slowly, very slowly, as she’d asked. The heat, the pressure, the way her body welcomed me inch by inch tore a moan from me that I couldn’t hold back. I stayed still for a second when I was all the way inside, letting her adjust, letting myself adjust too to the intensity of it. She pushed her ass back to take the little that remained and let out a guttural moan.

—Don’t stop —she panted—. More. Fuck me.

I started moving. At first with a soft, steady rhythm, my hands on her hips, watching my cock go in and out of her, shining with her wetness. The room filled with the sound of our bodies hitting, skin against skin, her ragged breathing, my name said half-broken between clenched teeth. She held onto the backrest and pushed back, setting the beat, reminding me even like that, from behind, that she was still the one in charge.

—Harder —she asked, almost out of breath—. Fuck me harder, don’t be a coward.

And I obeyed. I drove into her with force, my hands firm on her waist, feeling her entire body tighten against me. Every slap of my hips against her ass sounded sharp in the empty living room. I grabbed her hair and pulled, the way she’d pulled me before, and arched her back until she was almost sitting on my cock, her breasts spilling out of the misadjusted bra. I took one breast in my free hand, pinched the nipple, and she moaned louder.

—Like that, exactly, don’t stop —she said—. Don’t you dare stop. Take it all the way in.

I shoved her back against the backrest and drove my cock into her to the hilt, ruthlessly, one hand on her neck holding her against the leather. I leaned over her back, kissed her sweat-covered shoulder blades, bit gently at the back of her neck, and whispered in her ear things I had never said out loud, filthy things about how tight she felt, about how I wanted to fuck her all night, about how I was going to fill her pussy with cum. She answered with hoarse moans, with stray words—yes, like that, more, there, don’t stop, fuck me, give me everything—losing for the first time all night a little of the control she so loved to exercise.

I slipped a hand underneath and found her clit with two fingers while I kept pounding her. I rubbed it to the rhythm of fucking her, feeling everything inside her contract around my cock. I wrapped her with my other arm, pulled her against my chest without stopping, and went with her until I felt her whole body tighten like a rope about to snap.

—I’m coming —she growled—. I’m coming, don’t stop, don’t stop, don’t sto…

When it hit, it came with a hoarse cry, arching, trembling in my arms, clamping down on my cock with spasms so strong they almost pulled me out. That image, that sound, the way her pussy strangled me was what finally dragged me over too.

—Inside —she panted, guessing me—. Come inside. Fill me.

I came seconds later, buried in her to the hilt, my hips pressed to her ass, feeling my load burst out in jets while her muscles still clenched me with every spasm. There were several long surges, one after the other, until I was emptied out, trembling over her back, my forehead resting between her shoulder blades.

***

We stayed like that for a long while, without separating, catching our breath. Skin stuck together, hearts beating out of sync, my cock still inside her, slowly softening. When I finally slid out, I felt a warm thread run down her thigh and she gave a low laugh without turning around, as if proud. Then we let ourselves fall sideways onto the couch, a knot of arms and legs, laughing softly at nothing in particular, at everything. I rested my head on her chest and she started stroking my hair with a tenderness that contrasted with everything before.

—You did good —she said, and I noticed the cruel smile from the doorway had turned into something else.

—You taught me —I answered.

Selena let out a soft laugh. Outside, the city was still awake, cars passing below, someone shouting in the street. Inside it was only us and the refrigerator’s hum. I felt emptied and complete at the same time, with none of the questions I’d climbed the stairs with.

—Are you coming back? —she asked, though she already knew the answer.

—I don’t know how I wouldn’t —I admitted.

She lifted my face with two fingers under my chin, just like at the beginning, and looked at me for a long time, as if measuring me one last time.

—Then that’s that —she said—. Now you’re mine.

I didn’t answer. There was no need. I closed my eyes with my cheek against her stomach, listening to her breathing steady, knowing with a new clarity that I didn’t want to get away from there. I had come looking for a drink and an excuse, and I was leaving transformed into something else: someone who, for the first time in a long time, had found a place where he didn’t have to hold anything up. Only let himself be carried. Only say yes.

Outside, dawn was beginning to break. Inside, Selena kept stroking my hair, and I was already thinking about the next night, the next order, the next time I would get on my knees.