Cuffed By A Kingpin

by Heiress

  “Just…just go slow. Okay?” she mumbled against my lips not wanting to pull away. She held onto to me tight around my neck as if she never wanted to let go. I could feel how nervous she was because her body shook against mine. I guess all that bravery she had that one day in the kitchen disappeared.

  “I’m blessed lil’ momma, so it’s gone hurt. Just relax. I’m gone take care of you,” I assured her still not breaking our kiss. Pulling her thong to the side, I placed my dick at her opening. Pushing her down slowly, I inserted myself inside her. She had the warmest, tightest pussy I had ever felt in my life. Even with only the tip in, I felt like I was about to explode.

  “AHHHHHHH,” she yelled out in a sharp pain, biting down on my bottom lip. That biting and scratching shit turned me on. “Ohhh. Compton,” she moaned in a faint voice. “It hurts.”

  “Take it baby. Take this dick for Daddy,” I demanded, ignoring her cry. I pushed her down further so that I was now fully inside of her. All ten inches of pipe was deep and even though it pained her, she took it like a G. She felt like every bit of heaven. “Fuuck, Lil’ Momma. Ya’ shit chokin’ my dick,” I groaned in her ear as I thrusted upward into her dripping wet pussy. She was leaking. Her juices alone could have created the ocean we were in.

  “Shit stupid wet. Damn.”

  “Mmmmm. Compton,” she moaned softly. I don’t know what it was about when she moaned my name, but it was driving me crazy. I could barely hold my nut in. I had one hand on the back of her head and the other had a handful of her ass. I was trying not to go so hard but she was feeling too good. A nigga toes was curling because of the impact her pussy had on me.

  “Cooompton,” she moaned again, scratching the back of my neck. Her lips were pressed against my ear and I could hear her heavy breathing. Her moist walls began to squeeze me tighter and I couldn’t take it no more. With her moaning my name, biting my ear, scratching me and the pussy being so good. I couldn’t hold it no more. “Ummm. Oh God. Compton!” she cried out.

  “Shit! Stop moaning my fuckin’ name like that before I-,” I couldn’t even get the words out before I was releasing my nut deep inside her love tunnel. We weren’t fucking for all of ten minutes and I came. “Bruh. Like what the fuck,” I mumbled to myself. This had never happened before.

  “Did I do something wrong? Do you want to-,” she was saying.

  “Nah. The pussy was just too good, I couldn’t control myself,” I laughed out loud. I started walking back to the villa and once I entered, I shut the double doors behind me.

  “Maybe we can try again tomorrow,” she suggested. I did a double take at her because I couldn’t believe she let that come out her mouth.

  “Tomorrow?” I quizzed, throwing her on the bed. “You got me fucked up. I’m redeeming myself tonight.” Grabbing my phone, I hooked it up to the Beats pill on the dresser. Future’s song Rich Sex started to bump through the speakers.

  “Really, Compton? Is this your way of being romantic?” she asked, snickering.

  “Nah. This my way of saying, I’m ‘bout to fuck ya’ life up,” I shot back, getting in the bed and snatching her underwear off. I stared down at her freshly waxed pussy and grinned. I had never eaten a bitch out before but my mouth watered just looking at how good it looked. I was too ready to dive in.

  “You ready to go half on a baby,” I smirked, positioning myself in between her legs. She giggled when I bit her inner thigh.

  “I’m ready,” she innocently replied. With that being said, I dove my head so far up her pussy, you would have thought it was ground hog day. I swear it tasted like pineapple juice. It was sweet and I actually enjoyed doing this shit. I fucked her pussy with my tongue and with my dick. She adjusted to me after round two. We were going at it all night until the sun came up. We may not have been really married but I was warming up to Cali. I guess my uncle was right.

  CHAPTER 10

  CALI: LET’S CHILL…LET’S SETTLE DOWN

  With my phone in my hand, I tilted it sideways so I could get Compton in the camera. I was on my snapchat and he was knocked out on the bed. I put the dog filter on and snapped. In the middle of me talking shit, he woke up and tried to snatch it out my hand.

  “Man- you play too fucking much. Ol’ childish ass.” He chuckled, still reaching for my phone. He pulled me down with him and snuggled his nose in the crock of my neck, tickling me.

  “Stooop, Compton,” I giggled, slapping his hand away. “Let me post it first. You looked so cute sleeping.” I stood up from the bed so I could press send without him taking my phone away.

  “Hell nah, don’t post that. You prolly got me looking gay as hell in that damn dog filter. I know you used that one. Y’all love that damn dog filter,” he replied, getting out of bed. I watched him slip on his black Gucci flip flops. He came up behind me and wrapped his hands around my waist. “This shit dope as fuck.

  We glanced out the tall glass windows that was overlooking our private pool and smiled. The ocean was right behind that and everything about this view was beautiful. I was amazed at how rich Dubai looked. The sand was the color of gold, the sky was diamond blue and the grass was money green. I’m sure just living in a place like this made people feel like millionaires.

  Looking over my shoulder, I lifted my head up to look at Compton. He was looking good in just a t shirt and some basketball shorts.

  “What you looking at lil’ Momma?” he asked, turning me around and picking me up. My legs found their way around his waist and he cupped my booty. It was sitting bare in a pair of black cheerleading shorts that read Jamaica on it. Compton had bought them for me.

  “I’m just looking at your sexy self,” I complimented, kissing his lips.

  “You don’t look so bad either in this Dubai light,” he shot back, kissing me deeper. It could have been so easy to have sex with him since I didn’t have on no panties. That had to wait though. I was still sore from last night.

  “Let’s go get some ice cream and cake or something. I got a sweet tooth,” I suggested.

  “You such a fucking child, Cali.” He chuckled, placing me down on my feet. “Get ya’ shoes on and let’s go,” he ordered, popping me hard on the ass before walking away.

  “Owwwww!” I whined, rubbing my sore booty. I walked over to the closet and put on the matching black Gucci flops. Once Compton had his money, we left out the house. We decided to walk since we were in an area where they had a lot of food areas. We found an ice cream spot and got us some well needed sweets. When we left, we just walked around and talked for a little bit. Just to talk.

  While we were walking, I smiled at all the little girl’s with their mother’s. It was bittersweet because I knew I would never be able to have that. I hoped one day that I’ll be able to give back to the girl’s who didn’t have a big sister or mother. It would mean so much to me to be able to do something like that.

  “So, I have a question,” I started licking my ice scream cone. “If you had to be any super hero in the world, who would you be?” I asked. I didn’t want to get too serious. I was tired of the normal get to know you questions we had been doing lately. It was boring.

  “This shit childish, but I’m gone answer it to amused ya’ little ass.” He chuckled, thinking. “Hands down, Dead pool,” he answered and I glanced up at him as if he were crazy.

  “Wait, what? Compton, Dead pool is not a-,”

  “That’s my answer and I’m sticking to it. Next question. Lakers or Warriors?” he asked, quickly changing the subject.

  “I’m not big on sports. So I’m going to go with the Warriors,” I answered, winging it.

  “You just asking for a divorce,” he contributed with a straight. “If you don’t know nothing else, know that Kobe will forever be that nigga,” he told me.

  “Got it,” I replied, giggling. “Would you rather have a wife that stays home and cooks or a working woman?”

  “That’s easy. My woman needs to be in the house at all times not doing shit. All I want her ass t
o do is wait for me to get home. Simple as that,” he replied.

  “Oh see, uh huh you tripping. I can’t be a stay at home wife or momma. I need to be out in the world. My daddy kept me cooped up in the house for nineteen years and I’m not doing that again. I rather have my own too. Who’s to say you leave me and I don’t have nothing to fall back on but cooking classes and cleaning supplies.”

  Compton burst into a fit of laughter at my response. I didn’t know I was that funny. “You funny for that one. But that’s actually a good thing. If I don’t teach ya’ nothing else, I’m gone teach you how to ride a dick and grind. That’s a good thing that you want to have ya’ own shit. You got to look out for you no matter what. I like that.” He grinned.

  Here we were having another moment

  “Aigh’t check this. What you tryna’ be when you grow up?” he quizzed.

  “Well, I want to be a dancer or own my own studio and be an instructor. But like I told you before-,”

  “Don’t give me that, daddy shit again. No offense but he gone and you still here. You got to start living for you,” he told me, glancing over at me while we continued to walk around. “I’ll make ya’ ass a deal. If you go to school for that dancing shit, I’ll do anything you want,” he offered.

  “Really? Anything?” I quizzed, surprised.

  “Yea, lil’ momma. Anything. But it can’t be on no gay shit. It got to be fit for a G like me,” he rhymed, trying to sound like a rapper.

  “Okay. Deal,” I stopped walking and held my hand out and we shook on it. “So how many kids do you want? I know I’m only having one but how many do you want?”

  “Not to reminisce on past shit but before my split with, Mo’, I wanted five kids. Four boys and one girl. The girl being the youngest.”

  “That’s a decent amount. I thought you was going to say one or two. What about names? Have you thought about that?”

  “Nah, we ain’t get that far. You got some names in mind?” he asked me.

  I glanced up to the sky and hummed with my hand on my chin. “I think if I have a girl, I want her name to be KiMona. I think that is a cute name,” I answered.

  “That’s actually pretty straight. I don’t want no junior because I feel like my son gone try and live up to my name. He gone try to be like me and I want him to be better than me. It got to be some dope shit tho’ like Harlem or Justice. Them names go hard.”

  “Not bad, not bad. I think-,” I paused, hearing the beat of Omarion’s new song Distance. “Mi love dis song. Di distance between fi wi bodies,” I sang, popping my ass to the beat.

  “Oh, shit. Let me get behind this,” Compton said, making his way behind me. He grabbed ahold of my hips and moved with me. I twerked on him and moved my bodies in ways that Janet Jackson couldn’t even do. “Ayyye. Get that shit lil’ momma,” Compton encouraged me.

  I had let the music take over me and I was now in my own little world. I didn’t even care that people stopped and were now looking at us. People had their phones out and I could see the flashes. Some people even joined in with us and next thing I know, it was a mini party I had started.

  “Damn, they are enjoying the show. Y’all better give up the cash to see this ass,” he yelled out and I nearly choked. Laughing with my hand over my mouth, I grabbed his arm and pulled him along. The people around us applauded me as we walked away.

  “If you would have kept shaking that ass like that, I was gone put all my babies up in that. Matter of fact,” he started, scooping me up in his arms. I giggled, wrapping my arms around his neck.

  “Let’s get back to that.” He took off running and next thing I know, my back was up against the door of the house, having sex. I had a feeling I was going to be sore this entire trip.

  CHAPTER 11

  CALIANA: IF IT ISN’T LOVE…

  1 year later…

  Sitting on the toilet with a cup underneath, I peed in it for the fourth time today. Momma Banks had been making me take a pregnancy test every hour and I was drained. Literally. I thought that by the first two negative tests she would get the point, but no. She had every excuse on why it was wrong. First it was because I didn’t eat. Then it was because I wasn’t well rested. Then there was the I needed to drink more water excuse. And now it’s me not being excited enough.

  “Well? What does it say girl?” Momma Banks asked behind the closed bathroom door.

  Opening it up slowly, I handed her the cup with the stick inside of it. “I’m sure it says the exact same thing it said the other three times I peed on it,” I smartly responded.

  “You know if you wasn’t my new daughter in law, I would snatch that tongue out your smart-ass mouth,” she replied serious as a heart attack. She removed the stick from the cup and red the results. Sighing in disappointed, she through it in the trash. “I thought you said you and my son been fucking like rabbits?”

  “We are, Momma Banks. We have sex so much that I can still feel him inside of me.” When I said that, her face turned up in disgust. “I’m just being honest.”

  “A little too honest, Cali.” She sat down on the bed next to me and combed her brown bob style haircut to one side. “I’m sorry if I’m being overbearing about this but,” she paused, exhaling in frustration. “I have had five miscarriages after I gave birth to Compton. I wanted more children, more than I wanted to breath air. So, when he grew up, I begged him to give me a grand baby but you know Compton. He ain’t into all that shit,” she mimicked him, chuckling. “That’s when you came into our lives. This was my one guaranteed chance to get a grandchild and I’m just so worried that it won’t happen. Selfish of me huh?”

  I wanted to say hell yeah, it’s selfish of you. But I didn’t. I saw the look on her face when she was talking about her situation. No woman should have to endure that type of pain. Losing one baby is enough but four. It pained me to even listen to her talk about it. “No, it’s not selfish. I’m actually honored that you have so much faith in my fallopian tubes and uterus,” I joked, trying to lighten up her mood. When she laughed, I knew I had done my job.

  “Well I’m starting to think either you aren’t fertile enough or my son’s soldiers don’t march.” We both laughed out loud when she said that. Just then I heard the floor creek and I turned my head to the bedroom door.

  “Gone wit’ that bullshit, ma. You know damn well my soldiers be marching like a mutha’ fucka’,” Compton shot back, leaning against the door frame. I couldn’t help but smile when I saw him. Our trip to Dubai last year was a trip to remember. Surprisingly we didn’t fight, argue or even say anything slick to each other while we were out there. In fact, we got along just like newlyweds should have.

  We went dining in the most popular restaurants. We visited all of the amusement parks and did crazy adventurous stuff. He took me shopping in the most expensive name brand stores and never complained about me taking too long to shop. If we weren’t doing those things, we were having sex. Sex in the morning, afternoon, evening and night. Not only that but we were enjoying ourselves so much that we stayed and extra week. I was beginning to really like Compton.

  “If that’s true, then why the hell Cali ain’t pregnant yet? Riddle me that Mr. Marching nuts,” she sassed. I loved Momma Banks’ sense of humor.

  “I don’t even know. I been bustin’ her shit wide open since we said I do. I think they just stuck up in there or sumthin’.” Compton flopped down on the bed on top of me and wrapped me in his arms.

  “Compton! Get your heavy self-off of me!” I yelled, slapping him playfully on his arms.

  “Say it in that Jamaican shit. I’m starting to like it,” he whispered in my ear seductively. He had found a way to get in between my legs. I instantly became turned on which I felt bad for, because Momma Banks was still in the room.

  “Get yuh heavy self offa mi,” I repeated in my native tongue. For some reason, he had a change of heart about me talking in

  Patois. He was infatuated with it now. I thought it was kind of cute.


  “Awe! Y’all are too damn adorable. I knew this was going to be a-,” Momma Banks was saying but Compton quickly interjected.

  “Slow ya’ roll, Ma. We ain’t on that type of tip. We just came to a mutual agreement, that it’s better to just get along. We stuck with each other so we might as well be cool. We not a couple or anything like that. We going half on a baby. Nothin’ more. Nothin’ less,” Compton cleared up.

  I wouldn’t be true to myself if I didn’t feel some type of way about what he just said. It was like every chance he got, he made our relationship very clear. Which was that we weren’t in one. To me it was almost as if he was trying to convince himself of that, rather than other people.

  Momma Banks shifted her eyes to me and she read my facial expression. Though I had not talked to her about how I felt about Compton, I’m sure she caught on. “No need to lie to me son. I believe you.” She grinned, walking towards the door. “I’m going to leave and let y’all continue trying to make me a baby. Child try standing on your head on something after he cums. Maybe they just not swimming all the way up there,” she suggested with a smile. Compton and I didn’t even respond. He was too busy shaking his head while I was snickering up under him.

  “I know you have become accustom to being in between my legs but can you move. You really are heavy, Compton.” I attempted to move him off me again, but he still didn’t move.

  “You right, Lil’ Momma. I’m accustomed to my pussy.” He bit down on his lip while moving his large hands up my thighs. Once he reached what he was yearning for, he brushed his fingers across the slit. I was already wet but now I was drenched. It was like every time Compton touched me, my body surrendered to him and did whatever he asked without even asking.

  “So, this is your pussy now? I could have sworn it was mine,” I replied just above a whisper.

  “Nah baby. You got the game all fucked up. I’m the first that’s been in it. I wrote my name all over this pussy. It’s mine,” he responded still massaging my clit with his digits. Since Momma Banks had me peeing all damn day, I wasn’t wearing any underwear. Compton had full access and he took advantage of that. I could hear him unbuckling his jeans and I knew what time it was. Baby making time.