Cuffed By A Kingpin

by Heiress

  “I’m guessing that was a compliment so thank you,” she threw over her shoulder, elbowing me in my stomach so I could move. Of course I didn’t budge. “I was on the dance team at my high school and I won the solo at nationals. I was going to college for it but I changed my mind.”

  “What you change ya’ mind for?” I asked curiously. This was the first real conversation we had since we met.

  “My dad thinks-I mean he thought that being a dancer wasn’t a real career. That I should go for business or journalism. So, because of that, when I enroll into college, I will choose one and just do that,” she shrugged. I could tell in her voice that she didn’t want to do that.

  “But if that’s not what you want to do then why you gone do it?”

  “Because my daddy wanted me too,” she replied in an obvious type of tone.

  “Not that you give a shit about my opinion but I think you should go for dancing. You gone have money out the ass so you technically don’t even need a degree or a real job. But since you want to go to college, you should go for what you want which is dancing. You workin’ wit’ some talent and it will all go to waste if you go for anything else. That’s just my opinion though.”

  She fell silent for a minute. I guess she wasn’t expecting me to give my two scents. She probably thought I cared, but I didn’t. I just was fed up with us bickering like cats and fucking dogs all day. We could at least be civil and have a decent conversation.

  Placing the spatula down on the counter, she turned around to face me. For a minute, she just looked up at me into my eyes. She didn’t say a word and neither did I. Her breathing pattern became slow and steady and I watched her eyes travel down to my lips. She wanted to kiss me and I knew it. I wasn’t going to make the first move though. If she wanted it then she was gone have to come get it.

  “You got sumthin’ to say, Lil’ Momma? Sumthin’ you want to do?” I asked already knowing the answer. She didn’t even respond. Being brave, she lifted up on her tippy toes and pecked my lips a few times. She seemed nervous so I grabbed the back of her neck and went in deeper. I sucked on her sweet tongue and soft lips. It was unbelievable that we were making out yet again, when we couldn’t stand each other. Our sexual attraction towards each other was undeniable though. The more I kissed her the more I wanted to fuck.

  Grabbing her by her ass, I picked her up and placed her on the counter. We were attacking each other’s mouths like animals. Reaching down to the elastic of her shorts, I ripped them off eager to feel her. Releasing the beast from my boxers, I placed it at the opening of her dripping wet center. She was so wet that she was sitting in a puddle of her own juices. This made me want to feel her even more.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned in my mouth with our tongues still entangled. I tried pushing myself inside but it was damn near impossible. For one, she was a virgin and then on top of that she kept tensing up her muscles make it harder for me to enter. She was so tight that it was like I was trying to fit a sausage in a damn cheerio.

  “Damn, Lil’ Momma. Loosen the fuck up,” I mumbled not breaking our kiss.

  “I can’t help it. It hurts,” she whined, pushing herself from me but I kept pulling her back closer.

  “Stop fuckin’ cryin’ and take it!” I barked in frustration. I wasn’t necessarily frustrated with her. I wanted the pussy so bad that it was pissing me off that a nigga couldn’t fit. It was like once I got a feel of her, I needed to be inside her. I needed to fuck like my heart needed to beat. This shit was crazy. I had never felt like this before.

  “Don’t talk to me like that,” she snapped finally breaking our kiss.

  “You the one wanted the dick and now you cryin’ like you can’t take it. Stop actin’ like a baby and toughen up. We got to fuck anyways so we might as well get this shit out the way.”

  She looked at me as if I had grown two heads after what I just said. Before she could go off on me, my front door burst open. In walked in Snoop and Missy. I could care less about what they just walked in but I knew Cali was embarrassed.

  “Uhh…we can come back later if y’all need some time,” Missy offered up, grinning.

  “Hell nah. Yo’ ass can come back later. I want to watch. Gone head finish bro,” Snoop dumb ass added. I couldn’t help but laugh. Looking back at Cali, she was not pleased with the situation.

  “You know what…never mind.” She kissed her lips, pushing me away from her. Grabbing a kitchen towel, she hopped down and wrapped it around her. “You can finish cooking that shit yourself,” she threw over her shoulder, walking away to the bedroom.

  “Don’t be mad at me because you can’t take this dick. Ol’ young ass,” I mumbled that last part more so to myself.

  “Compton, why you got to be such an ass hole?” Missy slapped me on my arm. She walked over to the stove to get the eggs off the skillet before they burned.

  “I ain’t even do nuthin’. She came on to me, but when it came down to fuckin’ she wants to cry about it hurting. Like what the fuck?” I quizzed rhetorically.

  “Bro you such a fuckin’ nigga. You know damn well that girl a virgin. I know you ain’t had one of those before, but you can’t just be ramming your shit in her. You got to be on your Usher Nice and Slow shit,” Snoop schooled me.

  “Nah. I ain’t wit’ that slow shit. You already know I fuck. I don’t make love. No dimmed lights, slow music and no cuddling afterwards. Shit just ain’t me.”

  “Well you need to make it you,” Missy said, sitting next to me on the bar stool. “She is a virgin, Compton. An nineteen-year-old virgin at that. You have to do things different for her. You need to try foreplay. Eat her pussy, suck her toes or lick food off her ass I don’t know. Do something other than just fuckin her. I know that’s not you. but be someone other than Compton for a night. It’s only one night bro. A night you may forget but she will remember it forever.”

  I have been in love before but when Monique and I had sex it was always rough and to the point. We didn’t do all that extra shit because it wasn’t needed. We fucked. I hadn’t even eaten her pussy before. I ain’t never did that to any bitch. “Man- sis either she gone take it how I give it to her or we gone have to turkey base her ass,” I joked.

  Missy and Snoop both burst out laughing. “C, you a fuckin’ fool for that one. You need to go apologize to that girl before she don’t show up tomorrow,” Snoop said.

  “That wouldn’t be such a terrible thing,” I responded coldly. I did feel a little fucked up but this was me. I was a rude nigga who just didn’t give a fuck. If I were to change, it damn sure wasn’t happening overnight.

  “So, Missy where you takin’, Cali?” I was curious on where they were going.

  “Wouldn’t you like to know?” She grinned deviously. I knew she was gone have Cali up to no good. Not even answering my question, she walked to the back in search of Cali.

  “Bro I’m just gone meet you at the spot. It’s gone take me a minute to get ready.”

  “No doubt. Just don’t be late nigga. This shit gone be epic as fuck for your fake bachelor’s party,” he joked, cheesing. He had something up his sleeve and I knew it was gone be some shit. Shaking my head, I walked back to my room to find Missy and Cali on my bed laughing about something. They quickly shut up when I walked in.

  “Nah. Don’t be all quiet now. Fuck y’all in here giggling about?” They both just looked at me without answering. I guess Cali called herself giving me the silent treatment. Like I gave a fuck. “Since y’all want to be all mute. Get the fuck out and go be quiet somewhere else. I need to get dressed.”

  “You act like Cali hasn’t already seen what you working with,” Missy grimaced.

  “Yeah, she has, but you haven’t so get ya’ ass out. She can’t handle this shit anyway so her eyes shouldn’t be blessed to see it,” I quipped, chuckling to myself. I was starting to think I got aroused by pissing Cali off. Not staying to hear what smart shit she had to say, I walked in the bathroom to take a shower. When I got out, Cali and M
issy were gone. Walking into my closet, I pulled out my denim Balenciaga jeans, a white tee and a pair of black timberlands. I got dressed and then put on my ice before grabbing my keys to leave.

  It took me about an hour to get to the penthouse and when I entered, it was lit as fuck. Snoop was already in VIP with more hoes than I could count on both hands. When I got to VIP, we turned up like no other. I mean I couldn’t even stand at the end of the night. We took about six bitches back to my crib in Compton and fucked every last one of them. It wasn’t shit new. Snoop and I fucked bitches together countless of times. This was the life that I loved. I wasn’t given it up for nobody. Nothing is better than pussy, except new pussy.

  CHAPTER 8

  CALIANA: BACHELORETTE

  The sight of Compton’s face was irritating my life so I decided to just leave. I left and went to Missy’s house to get ready. I wore leather burgundy leggings and a colorful Versace jacket with no bra. It was Missy’s doing. She wanted to take me out for my pretend bachelorette party. She invited some of her friends to go to some club. She said she had something planned and I was afraid to know what is was. I have grown to know that Missy is wild and crazy. No telling what she had up her sleeve.

  “Okay so now that we are all together,” Missy started with a huge smile spread across her face. She had started her pre-gaming at the house, so she was half drunk already. “Girls this is my new boo, Cali. New boo these are my bitches, Denise, Nakia and Robin,” she introduced us and I shyly waved. I wasn’t shy, but I didn’t want to be too friendly with people I didn’t know. You never know people’s motives.

  “So y’all ready to turn the hell up or what?” Missy asked, sticking out her tongue in a teasing manner.

  “I’m ready! I can’t wait to do this crazy shit. I know them dares gone be fun!” Missy’s friend Nakia responded. She was the pretty big boned girl out the group. Her light skin, deep dimples and curvy body was enough to make a straight girl go gay.

  “What dares?” I quizzed. I knew Missy had some crazy shit up her sleeve.

  “Girl you in for some fun tonight. Every time one of us get married we all go out and do dares. We read them from a list. Whoever does the most dares without chickening out, wins,” Denise informed me. She was a brown skin beauty with thick thighs and even thicker lips.

  “Missy please don’t have me out here doing God knows what. I’m too young for this. Plus, if, Compton’s crazy ass catches me being up to no good he will-,”

  “Girl fuck, Compton!” Robin blurted, cutting me off. She was the quiet one. She did nothing but mug me the entire time and I had no idea why. “He can go jump off a fucking cliff and die for all I care.”

  “You just mad because you tooted it and he booted it,” Missy revealed. I knew it had to be something on why she kept giving me nasty looks. If she only knew how much I hated that man then she would feel much better I’m sure. “Next time don’t be so quick to give it up, hoe.” She laughed.

  Robin just flipped her the bird and rolled her eyes. She was definitely salty. “Well I guess I’ll participate. I need to get my mind off some things so I’m down. What do we do first?” Today was humiliating with the incident that happen with me and Compton. I don’t know what I was thinking allowing my lady parts to speak for me. I’m the one who led him on not knowing what I was getting into. Then again, he was rude about it. The night we actually do it is going to be a night to remember. In the worst way.

  “Okay so this time were going to use this app I found. We have to shake the phone and it tells us how many shots to take and of what. That’s first,” Missy said, shaking the phone. “Damn. We each have to do six shots of tequila.”

  All five of us looked at each other like we didn’t want to do it. I know I didn’t. At the same time, I was trying to have enough fun and drink as much liquor as I could before Compton gets me pregnant. So, I planned on doing whatever it took to wake up with a hangover. “Well let’s start drinking.” I grinned.

  “Yasss! That’s what I’m talking about! Let’s get Liiiiiiiiit!” Missy shouted with her hands in the air. Grabbing my hand, she pulled me with her as we exited the car. We walked to the door of the Luna Club and I could hear the long line of people smack their lips.

  “Hey, Bone,” Missy greeted the black, buff and handsome bouncer. “This here is, Cali, Compton’s fiancé. I was wondering if you had a special booth in there for us.”

  The man looked me over nodding his head in approval. If I was him, I would appreciate the way I was looking too. “You know, Compton the homie so I got you. Take these wrist bands and pick which ever booth you want. Your girl looks a little young though,” he said eyeing me. “Do I need to ask for ID?”

  “Nope. She’s legal,” Missy lied winking her eye at him. He just shook his head and smirked. Unhooking the rope, he let us by. “Thanks Bone!” she threw over her shoulder before entering the club. You could barely see anything with the dim lights and foggy smoke in the air. The smell of liquor, weed and ass food filled the air. I tried not to slip and fall on the slippery floors.

  “Let’s get this booth. We got a good view up here!” Missy shouted over the incredibly loud music. Once we entered the VIP section, we order or shots and got right to the partying. By the forth shot, I was completely drunk. I didn’t back down though. I took all six back and enjoyed the feeling of having fun. I never got to do much partying with my father always hovering over me. We did crazy dares and it was literally the most fun I had ever had in all my nineteen years of living.

  “Let’s go dance.” Missy didn’t even wait for me to answer her. She just grabbed my hand and forced me to the dance floor. The sound of R. Kelly’s smooth voice echoed throughout my ears as he sung about a woman’s cookie. I got in front of Missy and began to wind my hips from side to side. She held on to my waist like we were an actual couple. I didn’t care too much because I was feeling the music and the liquor had been kicked in.

  “Get it, Cali boo! Twerk that ass!” Missy encouraged before slapping me on my cheeks. I could feel someone pull her away from me but before I could turn around, someone was behind me. Wrapping his hand around my neck, he pulled me closer to his huge frame.

  “Get that shit, momma,” his deep voice whispered in my ear. I don’t know who he was but his voice alone had my juices flowing. The way he held onto my neck in such a demanding way was intriguing. Doing as he said, I backed my ass into his hard dick and twerked on it. Swirling my hips in a circle, I allowed him to get a good feel on my backside.

  “Damn you are making me brick up. Keep throwing it back like that.” Sliding his hand down, the front of my leggings, he is rubbing them up my thighs to my most prized possession. Not giving a damn who saw us, I didn’t budge when he started rubbing on my clit.

  “Mmmmm,” I moaned, grinding into his fingers. I couldn’t believe I was letting a stranger feel me up in a club full of people. The liquor really had me gone.

  “Damn you juice’n. Come to the back with me,” he said in my ear, pulling me away from the crowd. He grabbed my hand and pulled me through the crowd to somewhere that was more ducked off. It was a hallway where I saw a lot of couple making out and damn near fucking. Throwing my back into the wall forcefully, he stared down at me. I could now see the strangers face. He was very good looking. He was a deep chocolate that stood at 6 foot even with a cocky buff build. His hooded dark brown eyes, wide nose and black lips completed his features. He looked to be so dangerous and something told me to get away, but his eyes was piercing to mine. I was paralyzed.

  “What’s your name?” As if I shouldn’t have asked him that before he basically fingered fucked me in the middle of the dance floor.

  “Damien,” he simply replied. Before I could even get a word in, he crashed his lips into mine and began kissing me sloppily. I don’t know why but Compton crossed my mind. The entire time he kissed me, I was thinking how Compton was a better kisser. When he touched me, I thought how Compton’s touch made me feel hot all over. When he gr
abbed my face in his hands, I thought about how Compton would rather grab my ass.

  “Why am I thinking about him?” I thought to myself

  Just when the stranger I know now as Damien was about take things further, I was abruptly pulled away by my arm. “Cali what the hell are you doing? You are drunk and underage. You can’t just leave-,” her words trailed off when she took a double take at Damien. Her facial expression revealed pure hatred. “You dirty son of a bitch. You got some damn nerve! Compton is gone whoop your ass when he finds out what you just did,” she barked at him.

  Damien let out a devilish laugh that mad my skin crawl in fear. “It wouldn’t be the first time. Tell that nigga to keep his bitches on a tighter leash,” he shot back, mugging Missy. He glanced over at me and flashed me a smile. This man just had to be fine. “Till next time, Cali,” he offered up before walking away.

  “Byyyyyye sexy,” I sang, waving.

  Missy and her friends all stared at me as if I had just committed murder. “Do you know who that was?” Robin asked with bucked eyes. “Compton gone beat your ass after he kill all of us.”

  “She doesn’t know who he is so chill out. Go pull the car around. We’re leaving, now!” Missy ordered her friends. Before leaving, they all smiled at me deviously as if they knew something that I didn’t.

  “What did I doooo, Missy? What was sooo bad? So what if I kissed a random man. Compton shouldn’t care,” I slurred, blinking my eyes like a crazy person. My vision was starting to get blurred and I was slowly losing my balance.

  “It’s not what you did, Cali. It’s who you did it with,” she said, holding me up. “You lucky I actually like you and don’t want you to die. We’re going to keep this little secret between us. Okay?”

  “Fiiiiiiiiine, mom.” I laughed. I was tore up from the floor up. Whenever you started seeing double, you knew you drank too much. Missy didn’t even respond to me. She just rolled her eyes and yanked me by my arm, leading me out of the club. As soon as the fresh cool air hit my skin, I leaned over and emptied my stomach. Maybe this wasn’t the grandest idea to get my drunk before my wedding. I doubt I was even going to wake up in the morning.