Kandiland

by T. L Smith

  “You’re leaving already.”

  She jumps at my voice. Her eyes look down to her watch then turn around to me. All she has on is her skirt and her bra.

  She’s pulling on her blouse as she fakes a smile. “I have guests at home. I need to go.”

  “Tonight then?”

  “I have to go to work right now, then I’m spending the night at home.”

  I want to argue with her.

  How long can I go without sex, without her?

  “I’ll take you to work.”

  Kandi’s head starts shaking fast. “My lift is here, thanks for—”

  “The sex,” I interrupt smirking at her. Standing, the sheet drops from my body, her eyes immediately fall to my cock, which was semi-hard but now is fucking hard as steel knowing full well she’s looking at it like it’s candy. She’s my choice of candy, that’s for sure. “If your eyes don’t move from my cock, Kandi, I’ll take you back to my bed.”

  They don’t, at first, but then slowly they lift to my face. Her cheeks are pink. “Goodbye, Huxley.”

  I grab her hand, stopping her from running to the door, but her eyes don’t look me in the eye. Tapping her nose, she smirks up at me then I lean down and kiss her. Stealing her breath before she runs out the door, and that’s exactly what she does the moment I let her arm go. Run.

  Pulling my phone to my ear I call Alfred, and he answers on the first ring. I often wonder if he sleeps.

  “The race, how did it go last night?” I left, thinking I was going to go back. I try to attend all the races. Money’s usually dealt with by Alfred, but the big buyers come to associate with me. The drivers come to be in my good graces, so I’ll let them come back again and again. So far, I only have one steady driver, Patrick. He’s good, but he owes me a lot of money. So I make him race to pay off his debt.

  “Sir, we have a problem. Patrick’s here, wanting to discuss his debt again.”

  Of course, he is. He comes often. He’s fucking annoying. If he wasn’t such a good driver, I’d have had him killed by now, and sold his body parts for the money he owes me. I know people in that area, and associating with them isn’t something I always like to do, unless necessary.

  “Get him out of there, and tell him to meet me at the track.”

  “Yes, sir.” Alfred does as I say.

  Changing clothes, I shoot Kandi one message before I leave. She should almost be at work by now. And I want back in that pussy already.

  Addicted.

  Yep, I’m addicted.

  If I could taste you right this minute, I would...

  The bubbles pop up, then disappear. I wait like a schoolkid eager for a text message, then decide better, shoving the phone in my pocket. As I climb into my car, it dings. Her name, which I’ve added into my phone under Kandiland, pops up.

  I have work, king.

  She’s playing with me, and I can’t help the twitch of my lip that comes along with it.

  And I’m your boss, so I require evidence of what you have on under your work shirt. Boss’ orders, of course.

  She replies almost instantly.

  Who said I’m wearing anything?

  She adds with a wink emoji. If I didn’t have to meet Patrick, I’d be tracking her down right this minute. Instead, I point the camera at my straining erection on my trousers and take a photo of me gripping it through them and send it to her. She replies instantly.

  That’s just.... unfair.

  A moment later comes a picture of cleavage, and I can clearly see she wasn’t lying. No bra on. Placing my phone down, I adjust myself and drive out to the racetrack. Patrick’s standing by one of my cars, the one he races. He doesn’t have the money for a car of his own, so he uses mine and fixes it when needed if he has problems racing. His eyes are downcast when I walk up to him, and it takes him a moment to look up at me.

  “Talk, Patrick, you’re interrupting something of interest to me.”

  He looks up, his hands at his side scrunched up, nervous. “Sir, this needs to come to an end... and soon. My debt’s almost paid in full. Over a year I’ve raced for you.”

  He scratches on my last nerve. More so than anyone else. I’m not really sure why, but for some reason, I can’t stand to be around Patrick.

  “The debt is paid when I declare it’s fucking paid. This is what happens when you steal from me.”

  There’s no arguing with that fact. He knows the consequences could have been worse, way fucking worse. Some people are just too money hungry to see the truth. That they should work for their own fucking money like I have. Not once have I earned money I didn’t deserve. Each and every business I’ve built from the ground up. Ground. Up.

  “Could you at least give me a date? How many more races?”

  “By my calculations, you should be paid with interest in three more races, Patrick. Until then, I better not hear this coming from your mouth again. I’m getting very fucking tired of your whining.”

  He nods his head.

  Turning, I walk away and look back to my phone to see a set of perfect cleavage on my phone’s screen.

  I can’t wait to fuck those flawless tits.

  Chapter 15

  Kandi

  Huxley taps my nose again, and it’s not a “you’re a cute kid” type of tap. It’s accompanied by his dirty words. “I want to fuck those tits.” He kisses me, and when it takes me longer than necessary to open my eyes, he taps my nose. I’m afraid to say it, but it’s almost sweet. Huxley isn’t sweet. So I’m not really sure how to describe him accurately.

  “I’m working,” I say breathlessly as he steps away, leaving me panting on the desk. I left his house this morning and came to work. About five minutes before I was due to go home, he strutted in through the door. His icy gray eyes penetrated me, and then his lips were on me, his hands on my breasts before he pulled back and ruined the moment by telling me he was planning to “fuck my tits.”

  “You’re about to finish.”

  This is true. I can’t really lie to him, he’s the one who set my hours in the first place.

  “I am.”

  He smirks, and I fucking love it. He doesn’t share them often, the way his lip kicks up like he’s trying to fight it but can’t. So he just gives in and doesn’t really know what to do.

  “Well, wouldn’t it be ever so kind of you to service me before you leave?”

  Shock spills from my eyes. They go large, and my mouth forms a thin line. “Umm... service you?” Shaking my head, I continue, “Find one of your other women to do that.”

  Here it comes, that smirk and it twitches.

  “I... like it when you’re feisty.”

  I’m not even going to argue anymore. Grabbing my purse and putting my things inside it, I go to walk past him. His hand circles around my waist, stopping me from going any further. He turns, so we’re eye to eye. Granted I’m shorter, but I still watch, waiting for what he has to say.

  “No other woman, just you, Kandiland.”

  My nose scrunches at his words.

  Huxley’s grip tightens then releases me. “Tomorrow you’re mine. Goodnight, Kandi.” He steps away from me.

  Letting out a breath I didn’t realize I was holding, I step away from him and straight to my car. Stacey’s smiling, her eyes glistening with excitement as I get in.

  “You didn’t come home last night.” She doesn’t say it in an accusing manner, she says it with excitement. Not answering her, she carries on. “I want to move here. You’re right, it’s perfect. Everyone’s so friendly.”

  “It’s not that perfect.”

  She nudges me, so I look toward her. She’s trying to watch me as well as drive.

  “Is it not perfect because a certain man is making you feel things?”

  My head hits the headrest. “It’s not that, we don’t feel things per se. It’s more like when he touches me I can’t see anything but him.”

  “You’re telling me you feel nothing for him? Unless he’s touching you?”<
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  Yes, no. God. I don’t even know. “He makes me angry when he isn’t touching me.”

  “So, let me get this straight, when he is touching you, you don’t feel angry. You feel...” she looks out to the road as we pull up to my small house, “... things.” I shrug, getting out of the car. “You make no sense, Kandi, but I’m going to tell you how I see things.”

  “Please don’t,” I reply, taking the steps to the front door.

  Henry’s cooking in the kitchen. He offers me a small wave and turns back to what he’s doing.

  “You’re kind of lost right now. No man’s ever made you feel things apart from your deceased husband. This is all new, you aren’t used to it. You’ve been with one man for so long. Stop fighting and play with it.” She winks, and Henry comes walking out.

  “I’m playing with it, that’s what I did last night.”

  Stacey belly laughs, and Henry hands us our food.

  “She told you she wants to follow you to this small-ass town?” he asks sitting beside me. I only have one three-seater couch. This place is small.

  Stacey rolls her eyes. “Of course, she knows, I told her straight away.” She says it like he should already know. He probably should, considering she does tell me everything. Even too many details regarding their sex life.

  “Plus, did you hear? She’s fucking her boss now.” Gasping is something I would do if I cared that Henry knew. But I don’t, she would have told him later anyway. She shares everything with him, and so do I.

  “Your mother called as well, she wants you to call her.”

  Sinking into the seat, I groan. I love her, I really do, but we clash. Our family says it’s because we are too much alike. Kissing Henry then Stacey, I grab my plate and go straight to my room. Mother answers straight away when I call.

  “You’ve been avoiding me,” are the first words that leave her mouth. True, I haven’t wanted to speak to her for a few weeks. But now I’m calling, why can’t she be happy?

  “Hello to you, too, Mother.”

  “Don’t Mother me, try calling me at least once a week. Sometimes it’s nice to hear from the only person you love.”

  My fork freezes at my mouth. The chicken’s going to go cold because now I feel guilty.

  “I’m sorry, everything’s been crazy. I promise to start calling more.” I hear her huff into the phone.

  “Just tell me, are you doing better?” I’ve been up and down, she knows this. I never really noticed how worried she was, but I hear it now in her voice.

  “I am, I promise. I’m even seeing someone.”

  “Oh my God, that’s so good to hear. I’ve been so worried. Now tell me everything about him.”

  I only said it to make her feel better.

  What Huxley and I are doing isn’t anything serious.

  “Can we talk next week? I’m about to get ready for bed. I need a shower, Mom.”

  “Fine,” she grunts through the phone. “I love you, and please smile tomorrow for me.”

  She used to ask that of me when I was little, if I was sad, or not feeling well. She would ask me to smile for her. It would instantly make me feel better.

  “Love you, Mom, and I will call next week.” We say our goodbyes, and I lie back in my bed. I need to shower. Desperately. I smell him on me, all over me. I don’t want that, to have him suffocating me. He doesn’t need to be in my head before I fall asleep. I agreed to this thing we have going on.

  Sex. I like sex, and I like sex with him. I just hope feelings stay out of it. As much as possible, at least. Picking up my phone, I see my mom sent me a picture of herself blowing me a kiss. Scrolling through, another message pops up. Huxley. I laughed today, despite myself when he was messaging me.

  I want you the whole day and night, be ready.

  He doesn’t give me an option, and it kind of irritates me. My fingers type furiously as my bedroom door opens, and Stacey’s standing there with a smile on her face.

  “We’re going to head to the next town over tomorrow. Explore some more.” Her words shock me.

  “He spoke to you.” Her eyes look down with a smile still on her face. “Don’t even bother lying.”

  “He may have booked Henry and me into a hotel, and we couldn’t say no. Just remember, no anal on the first date.” She winks, walking back out and shutting the door.

  That’s low, now I’m going to say no.

  Using my friends, that’s a new blow. Throwing my phone on the bed, I go to the shower, stripping down. I feel like I’m taking his smell off of me with each layer. My body hits the warm water, and I drop down so I’m sitting under the spraying water. I sit there until my skin’s red and raw. The water ends up going cold. Begrudgingly, I get out to see my phone on my bed flashing brightly. Three text messages and they’re all from Huxley. Sitting on the edge of my bed I open them, one by one.

  No, that doesn’t work for me. Do I have to come over right now and change your mind?

  The next message is shorter.

  I take that as a yes.

  Then one more, I check the time. How long was I in the shower for—thirty minutes.

  I’m out front, come out before I come in.

  My hands clench the towel hugging my body as I go to my window. I see his car parked out front, and he’s leaning on the side of it with his hands in his pockets as he looks up to the door. Taking a deep breath, I manage to pull myself together enough to walk out the door. Stacey looks over her shoulder at me, but straight back to the television as I sneak out the front door closing it behind me. Stopping on my porch, I look down to him. He’s watching me.

  “Are you always this demanding?” I ask him.

  His eyes roam me. “No.”

  “Lies,” I say back to him.

  He walks toward me, his feet hitting the steps as he takes them and coming to stand in front of me, towering over me. I look up to him, as his hand snakes up and runs along the edge of my towel above my breasts.

  “What is a lie, really? One’s version of the truth. Or another’s.”

  “A lie is a lie. It’s the opposite of the truth. Don’t try to skate around it.”

  His hand drops, and he looks up to me. Those gray eyes plunge something into me.

  “I see why you ignored me, but for thirty minutes?” I pull the towel up gripping it tight. He notices but doesn’t say anything.

  “I had to remove you.”

  His lip twitches. “Maybe I should put myself back all over you.”

  I take a step back, shaking my head.

  “Tomorrow. I want you all day, don’t say no again.” He makes me feel like a schoolgirl who wants to disobey. I so badly want to defy him.

  “And what if I did say no?” I tease him.

  His hands come up. They remove both of my hands which are holding my towel, so they drop to my sides, pinning the towel to my body. He opens it, exposing me to him. He watches me as one hand skirts between my breasts, enticing goose bumps to trickle all over my skin. He squeezes my left nipple, bringing it to a firm peak then continues to do so with my right.

  I should push him away, tell him he doesn’t have the right to touch me until his hand starts dropping. He cups my sex. His finger slides in between my folds and he smirks as my breath thickens and my arms almost move, then I remember the towel. The one that’s still covering my backside.

  His finger teases my entrance, my body wants to move toward him. Let him take it. It’s building and the cold night air tickles at my sensitive breasts. He leans forward, and at first I think he’s going to kiss me, but his tongue darts out, tasting my lips before he moves fast to my neck.

  “It would be an awful shame to not have me...” His finger pumps more. Harder. “Buried in here.” Then he removes his fingers. Steps back and smiles as he walks to his car. He leaves me panting on my porch as I watch him go. My body screaming to get off, and him not wanting to oblige. He’s teasing me, making sure I go with him tomorrow.

  He won.

  Chapte
r 16

  Kandi

  Stacey and Henry left before I got up, but not without a cheeky note left on the counter as I get my morning coffee. She saw what happened, and she’s teasing me about it. She wants me to go with him, have fun with him. I plan to, which surprises me. Today’s a new day to try new things. Keep my heart locked, and so it doesn’t shatter and play whatever games Huxley’s playing, because let’s face it, that man knows what to do with his hands, his tongue, his cock. Basically, he’s as gifted as anyone I know.

  As I’m waiting out front of my cottage, he pulls up. He’s dressed in more casual attire. His dark jeans fit him perfectly with his white shirt that sits tight on his body and shows all the peaks and valleys of his muscles. He’s perfection. I feel almost unworthy to look at him, let alone to have him in the manner he wants me. He’s one of those people girls see and have to have a second look. I know I did. He’s made of dreams. Pity he’s a damn asshole.

  “I’m glad to see I didn’t have to come in and get you.”

  I bounce down the steps with my coffee travel mug in hand, determined to make this day great and not let anything get in the way. “Good morning to you, too,” I say while smiling and getting into the car as he holds the door open for me. He may be a man-whore, but he has manners. I’ll give him that. He shuts the door, giving me an odd look before he walks around to the driver’s seat, getting in.

  “What’s the plan today? You plan to lock me up in your secret room? Only come in to feed and fuck me? Or are we being normal people and going out?”

  He pulls the car out. “I’m not normal. I’m starting to question if you are either. But I do like the sound of a secret room. Maybe I’ll have one installed for when you back talk and piss me off, I can come and fuck you so you’ll learn some manners.”