CHAPTER 148: ONE LAST TIME

He stared into her lust-filled eyes while he debated in his mind.

He was obviously not one who loved to take orders, but obviously, he had a soft spot for her, so she was an exception.

"Okay." He said, his voice calm and steady. "But I’m in charge. " He added, his gaze stern.

"Okay." Mira squeaked, bouncing off the bed, excitement and mischief in her eyes.

I couldn’t help but sigh. This session was educational, turning me on and raising my fucking blood pressure.

From the way they looked at each other, it was obvious they weren’t going to let one person be in charge.

She was going to fight for power, and so was he. I couldn’t even think of what to refer to them as.

I released another sigh, deciding once again to focus on their actions and not their feelings.

He lay on his back, arms half spread to his sides as his eyes bored into hers.

With a wide smile, Mira went to the side of the bed, taking his right hand into hers.

He looked at her with furrowed eyebrows, but before he could react, she had cuffed his right hand to the railing, the same way he did with hers.

Gabe huffed as he tugged on the cuffs, hints of anger in his eyes as he stared at her.

"Thought I said I was in charge." He gritted in a very low voice.

"Well, actions speak louder than words, Love." Mira cooed as she walked to the other side of the bed. "If you want to be in charge, " She said softly, trailing the tips of her fingers from his head to his arm, going lower to his forearm. "You have to take charge."

In the blink of an eye, she had his second hand cuffed to the railing, mirroring his other hand, despite how much he had tried to resist. But sadly, fighting with one hand was nowhere the same as fighting with two.

"She really is something." Theo scoffed, while I smiled at the comment, whether it was a compliment or not.

If there was anything I had really appreciated in life, it was strong people, especially strong women. And Mira had just made the list.

"And I just did." She cooed, chuckling evilly as she sat beside him.

She turned to look at the various cameras that were positioned on different sides of the room, the corners of her lips rising.

"Welcome to my session, Everyone." She said calmly, turning back to Gabe, who had realized that staying put was way better than pulling on the cuffs.

"We’re going to give them a show worth their moneys, aren’t we, Gabe?" She asked Gabe, who scoffed at her words, rolling his eyes.

She chuckled. "We’ll see." She said easily, kissing his forehead softly. "Trust me." She said as she put the blindfold over his eyes.

"Wtf, Mira!" He barked, scaring the daylight out of me. "Blindfold? Really?!"

"Trust, Gabe. Is that really a difficult concept?" She taunted as she brought oil, lube and the feathery whip he had used close to where she stood.

Gabe didn’t reply her question. He sat still as if contemplating, but the increased rise and fall of his chest showed anticipation.

He was the kind of man who thrived on being in control, but somehow, the person he liked and was very much used to controlling was in charge now.

I could only imagine the thoughts that jumbled around in his mind.

Mira started by straddling him, hooked her hands behind his head and pulled him in for a kiss.

She kissed him deeply as her fingers felt every part of his chiseled chest, squeezing the parts she could.

Gabe kissed her back with the same tenacity, no longer holding back. He knew he wanted her as much as she wanted him, and all she wanted was to arrest his giant-sized ego by the horn, and truthfully, she was almost there because bro was falling really hard.

She ground her pussy against his strained cock, within his jeans, not that I thought he was going to mind.

Low grunts escaped his lips into their kiss, egging her on. He even went as far as bucking his hips into hers as the pressure increased.

She pulled away abruptly, stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then got off him.

He looked at her in confusion, probably wondering what he had done, but his worry settled when he saw her carry the oil bottle.

She spritzed a generous amount on his chest and shoulders, applying and massaging it slowly. Her eyes were trained on his skin, while his were trained on her face.

As she got to the lower part of his abdomen, she stopped her actions, holding his gaze as she palmed his cock again, squeezing.

Gabe growled as his chest heaved, staring at her. "Take it off already." He said through gritted teeth, earning a toothy grin from Mira.

"Yes, Sir." She squeaked, taking off the buttons. Her fingers fiddled with the buttons longer than necessary, causing Gabe to look extremely frustrated.

"Mira..." He drawled in a warning tone, but Mira paid him no heed. She carried on her actions without remorse, making sure her forearms leaned on his already strained cock as she delayed.

"I swear to God, Mira. When I...argh-" He groaned in relief as his trousers came undone in a second, leaving his cock to strain against the weak brief that looked like it was going to be ruined very soon.

"You were saying?" Mira asked in a very soft, seductive tone, daring him to continue his statement.

He huffed as he stared at her, definitely contemplating answering her or ignoring her.

"Nothing." He gruffed. "I said nothing." He said, as beads of sweat poured from his forehead.

"Good boy." She cooed, pecking his cheek softly. She leaned away, sitting by his side. Her small hands did what they could to tug the trousers off him, alongside his weak pair of briefs, freeing his impressive cock that looked exceptionally glad to be let out.

She tossed them to the ground, picking up her bottle of oil again, and began spritzing even more generous amounts on his hairy thighs, balls, and legs.

When she was done, she began massaging his legs up The higher she got, the slower she became.

Eventually, she was done with his limbs, save his cock and balls.

She spritzed some oil on the inner parts of her thighs and her ass, massaging them before him. Poor Gabe couldn’t do more than watch and clench his fist.

When she was done, she poured some oil on her hand and rubbed it on his balls that had become an incredibly tight sac.

Groans escaped his lips as she scratched and tickled it. He began bucking his hip again, wanting more, causing Mira to chuckle.

"As you wish, Gabe." She whispered. She picked the lube, uncapped it and poured a very generous amount on his cock that twitched happily against his abdomen.

Satisfied with the amount she’d poured, she capped it and threw it somewhere on the bed.

Gracefully, she straddled him, grinding the base of his cock and balls with her pussy. The oil she had lathered his body with earlier allowed her movements to be as slick as possible against hairy thighs.

"Fuck, Mira." Gabe groaned as his chest heaved even more. "Fuck me already." He groaned.

"Be patient, Gabe. Good things come to those who wait." Mira cooed, the sarcasm almost had me doubling over.

"Fuck me, Mira. Please." He pleaded earnestly.

"Awnn." She cooed, bringing their faces closer. "Only because you begged." With that, she raised her hips, lined his thick, lubricated cock at her entrance and sank his cock inside her depths in one fluid movement.

Gabe groaned louder than a pregnant woman during labour incessantly, because Mira didn’t stop. She bounced on his cock continuously, squeaks of ecstasy escaping her lips as well.

Gabe thrashed around like a madman, tugging on his cuffs as Mira rode his cock dedicatedly, tearing through all forms of opposition that were clearly against her agenda.

You know, to grab his ego and pride by their horns.

Gabe visibly fought the urge to cum, but with the way Mira was rocking her hips, he stood no chance, irrespective of how hard he fought.

In less than five minutes, he spilled his seeds into her womb, pumping harder and harder into her as he came, and not long after he started, she came as well, spilling her juices on his cock and thighs.

Slowly and slowly, they came down from their high. He leaned backwards on the post, while she leaned into his chest, exhausted.

"Uncuff me." He instructed after a while, earning a chuckle from her.

"You wish." She responded, sitting up.

"Mira.." He drawled, giving her a look as if asking her what she was up to.

"Gabriel. " She called right back and began rocking her hips again, causing the semi-ha