Cuffed By A Kingpin

by Heiress

  “Tell me that it’s mine,” he ordered, placing his mushroom size head at the opening of my vagina. He kept teasing me by sticking the tip in and then taking it back out. When he yanked himself out of me, he would rub my juices all over his head and then enter me again. This drove me absolutely crazy. “I know you fuckin’ heard me, Cali,” he cursed, biting down on my shoulder just enough to cause both pleasure and pain. “Tell me that it’s mine.”

  Tucking my bottom lip in between my teeth, I let out a low moan as I arched my back. “Ahhhhh. It’s yours, Compton,” I answered, grabbing his rock hard and shaft and pushing him inside of me. I wanted all of him. I couldn’t take the teasing.

  “Damn right it’s mine. I can’t get enough of this tight ass pussy. I mean God daaamn!” he groaned. He shoved himself forcibly in and out of me as if he had a goal. With every stroke, I moaned his name in pleasure. That was a weakness for him. He loved for me to cry his name.

  “Shiiiit. I love it when you take Daddy’s dick. Fucck!” Grabbing the outside of my thighs, he wrapped them around his waist and dove in deeper. I could feel him poking at my stomach. Compton fulfilled every sexual need that I had. He was the best I ever had even though I had no one to compare him to. His dick game was just that good. Our bodies became one, the night he took my virginity. And every time after that, I belonged more and more to him.

  “Compton! Ohhh. God. I’m clooose. I’m soooo close. Ahhhh!” I moaned, digging my nails into his back. I could feel my entire body begin to tingle and I knew I was about to have my orgasm.

  “Fuck you tellin’ me for? Let that shit go, Cali. Cum for me.” Seconds after those words left his mouth, I was blessing him with my love juices. The impact was so strong that I couldn’t control the shaking of my legs.

  “Fucck. Fucck. Here it comes. Catch it baby.” Holding onto my thighs tight, he shot his warm load inside of me. It was like a volcano erupting into my tunnel. Without warning, he pulled himself out of me and flipped me upward. I was now in a handstand position.

  “Compton, what are you doing?”

  “You heard what, Ma. My shit need to swim upstream faster. Now stay ya’ ass just like that. I got to take a shower.” He slapped me on my ass almost making me fall. He got out of the bed and went into the bathroom. Shortly after, I heard the shower come on. I planned on staying in this position until he got out. That would give his sperm enough time to find its way to where it needed to me.

  When I heard my phone ringing next to me, I struggled to keep my balance as I reached for it. Once I grabbed it, I answered right away. “Hello?”

  “Bitch why you sound all out of breath and shit? What you over there doing?” Missy asked.

  “Oddly as it may sound. I’m in the bed standing on my head. What you-,” I was about to say but she cut me off.

  “Huh? Why in the hell are you doing a handstand? What kind of freaky shit my bro got your young as into?” she questioned, laughing into the phone.

  “Girl it’s not even him. I took like four tests today and they all came back negative. So Momma Banks thought it would be a good idea if I stood on my head after Compton came in me. She said that maybe his soldiers needed a little more help finding their way. I know it’s crazy, but obviously, we’re desperate.”

  “Just give it time, Cali. We know your fertile and we know, Compton’s special sauce works. They say when you’re trying to have a baby, it doesn’t happen. Maybe y’all need to stop trying. It will happen on it’s on, Cali boo,” she assured me. Missy was really good at giving me advice. She was really like the big sister I always wanted.

  “I think you’re right. Plus, I’m still young so I have time to have a baby. It’s just that I’m feeling a little pressured. Momma Banks wants-,” I was saying until Missy cut me off once again.

  “No offense but don’t worry about Momma B. She ain’t the one who got to carry the baby for nine months. She don’t have to go through the emotional roller-coaster you do while being pregnant either. I know she may be bossy and you don’t want to hurt her feelings, but you better tell her to chill. Shiiid. Got you out here busting it wide open day in and day out. You not the fuck master three thousand,” she kidded, chuckling.

  That last part was actually funny. Although I enjoyed having sex with Compton, I did feel like a sex slave. “Well you tell her that because I’m not. She’s too excited about this baby that hasn’t even came in this earth yet. I’m not about to be the one who shut down her dreams.”

  “Well I have no problem telling her for you. But I had a reason on why I called. I wanted to know if you talk to Compton about how you feel yet?”

  Glancing over at the bathroom door, I made sure the water was still running. I didn’t want Compton to hear my conversation. “No I haven’t and I don’t think I will. He’s not going to feel the same about me Missy, and I’m too young to be going through heartbreak from my husband. Who I’m supposed to be having a baby by. Talk about emotional rollercoaster.” I rolled my eyes.

  "It doesn’t matter if he doesn’t feel the same way. To be honest, you and I both don’t know that he doesn’t feel the same way. He could. But you will never know that If you don’t talk to him about it. He deserves to know that you think your falling in love with him.”

  “Missy I’m nineteen. I probably don’t even know what love means,” I doubted.

  “Girl bye. If you think it’s love, then it’s love. Look I’m on my way over there. Compton and Snoop about to go make some runs so we have time to talk and chill. Have our movie night set up,” she told me.

  “If it’s left up to Compton, I’m probably still going to be in a handstand when you get here,” I joked.

  “That nigga is a trip. Lay your ass down. I’m on my way. Bye.” She ended the call.

  Just then Compton came out of the bathroom. When I looked over at him, he was completely naked dripping wet. I had seen him nude a bunch of times, but his body never got old to me. This man was a God in my eyes. Lusting over his features, I lost my balance and fell off the bed.

  “Damn, Cali. Watch what the fuck your doin’. My baby could be in there cooking right now,” Compton snapped at me, helping me up off the floor.

  “Well if you and your mom didn’t have me acting like some test monkey, then I would be more careful,” I shot back, moving past him. He grabbed me by my wrist and yanked me back into him. His wet body was pressed up against mine.

  “Don’t charge it to ma’s heart. She just really wants this,” he explained with sympathy in his eyes. I opened my mouth to say something but then I closed it back again. I decided not to say what I wanted to say.

  “Any who. When can I expect you home hubby?” I asked using air quotes.

  “Don’t wait up for me, wifey,” he answered, hooking my chin and kissing my lips. He stepped away from me and went into his closet to get dressed. I was still standing there with my mouth ajar and my eyes clothes. How did I go from hating this man’s guts to thinking I may be in love with him? Sometimes I would just ask myself if it isn’t love then why do I feel this way.

  CHAPTER 12

  COMPTON: LOVE DON’T LIVE HERE

  Running an Empire wasn’t easy. Every five seconds Snoop was calling me with some bullshit. If it wasn’t a nigga trying to steal from me then they were using my product without consent. If it wasn’t that, they were fucking my bitches at the club which was explained to be unacceptable. Or, they going around running their mouth about shit they had no business talking about. It was mostly the young niggas without training that were fucking up. I know they were still learning, but God Damn. This shit ain’t rocket science.

  “We need some new niggas,” I through over my shoulder at Snoop as we left out of the warehouse.

  “New niggas my ass. They just need more training and discipline. If you weren’t too busy playing house wit’ lil’ sis then you would know that. Sprung ass,” he retorted, shoving me in the arm as he walked passed me.

  “Sprung?” I quizzed with my face frown
ed up. “Nigga miss me wit’ that shit. You know damn well I’m not sprung. That word doesn’t even sound right comin’ out my mouth.” Ever since I came back from Dubai, everybody and they momma seems to think I was head over heels for Cali. It may have seemed that way, but I was just trying to keep the peace between us. I mean I enjoyed our time together, but that was about it. This was an agreement and that’s all it will ever be between us.

  “If you not sprung then why we ain’t been to the club wit’ me? Why every time I call, sis answer the phone. You never used to let bitches answer your phone. On top of that, you done checked your phone like ten times since we got here. Who text or call you waiting on bruh?” he asked, grinning from ear to ear.

  I started to say something, but there was nothing to say. I couldn’t even come up with a good enough lie. I had checked my phone and I was checking for Cali. I had become so accustomed to her texting and calling me all the time that it was weird when she didn’t text me. When shit like this happens, I be thinking the worst.

  “See. Yo’ black ass can’t even lie.” I broke out into a laughter. “The pussy that good huh, bro?”

  “Don’t worry about how good my pussy is. Just know that you ain’t gone ever find out. Fuck boy,” I shot back, pushing him out the way so I could get into my whip. “Callin’ me sprung. Fuck outta’ here.” I got into my car and chucked up the deuces from out of my window.

  “It must be dinner time! Gone head and get home before wifey throw yo’ shit out on the lawn. Playin’ house ass nigga!” Snoop yelled out to me, laughing as I reversed out of the lot. I just flipped him the bird and kept it moving. That nigga had jokes for days. I was about to call Cali, but Monique’s name flashed across my screen. I knew damn well I should have ignored it, but my dumb ass just had to answer.

  “Speak,” I answered keeping it short.

  “So, you actually went through with it! You got married! How could you Compton!” she screamed into the phone. I could hear her sniffling, so I knew she was crying. Still till this day I couldn’t stand to hear or see Monique cry. I hated hurting her feelings, but she chose this shit. I knew her call was coming, but I had plans on dodging it but that wasn’t possible with Monique. She had patience like no other and she was persistent as hell.

  “Mo’ just move on from us. You gone always be in a nigga’s heart, but at the same time you broke my shit. You need to mature and own up to the shit you did. Stop worrying about what the fuck I got going on.” Monique played the victim all the time. She blames me on why she cheated, but that shit was far from my fault.

  “But, Compton-,” she was saying but I killed the line. I wasn’t about to keep explaining myself. I was a grown as man I didn’t have to answer to nobody. Especially to Monique’s un loyal ass.

  After driving for about and half an hour, I finally made it to my old man’s hide out spot. It was a little condo he kept out in LA for when he needed some time away from ma dukes. On the outside looking in they had the perfect marriage. But no marriage was perfect. I parked my car in the back of the building and then made my way to the twelfth floor. When I got to his floor, I could smell the scent of fresh Cuban cigars. When he brought out the big boys, that mean some shit was going down.

  “Ayo! Old man where you at!” I called out upon entering his spot. He had it decked out in all black everything. The tall ceilings, black hardwood floors and the European furniture set the tone for dopeness.

  “I’m in the kitchen. O’l loud ass,” he answered back.

  When I rounded the corner, he was sitting at the bar drinking some cognac and smoking his Cuban. “Shit done got real huh? What you do now?”

  “I ain’t did nothing. This ain’t about me and your mother. It’s about, Cali,” he revealed, pouring me a shot of yak. When he said Cali’s name, my antennas went up immediately. I was all ears.

  “What you mean it’s about, Cali? What about her? She good? Do I need to strap up? I knew something had to happen when she ain’t hit me up. She be always callin’ and texin’ a nigga. I’m just gone swing by and-,” I was saying all in one breath until my old man started laughing. “Fuck you laughing for? Ain’t shit funny.” I mugged him.

  He just kept laughing like fucking Elmo. “I knew you was starting to like her. Ol’ care bear ass. Gone head and admit it,” he pestered.

  “Smacking my lips, I took the shot he poured and walked away. First Snoop and now his ass. “You bullshittin’. I’m out.” I headed towards the door.

  “Calm your sensitive ass down. See that girl got you all in your feelings. I was just joking. I got some real shit to tell you though.” He took a seat on his leather sectional and placed his glass on the table.

  “Be fa’ real this time man-,” I said, walking over to where he was and taking as eat.

  “The word is out,” he simply responded.

  “What word?”

  “About, Cali and her pops. Somehow some nigga in Jamaican snitched about his death and they know his land is up for grabs. They don’t know about us or the marriage, but word gets around fast. I’m gone ask you this question and you be real wit’ me son,” he paused, glancing over to me. “You told anybody about the agreement?”

  “Nah. Snoop and Missy the only ones. And you know they ain’t spillin’ shit,” I honestly replied.

  He looked at me as if he didn’t believe me at first. I assured him once again that I ain’t told nobody shit. “Well they gone find out that y’all married and they may fall back out of respect. But if they find out this was an agreement, then not only are they gone come for her, they gone come for her guns blazing. Now I got word that it’s a dude out here workin’ for them Jamaican niggas. He out here fishin’ for answers so put your men on. Let em’ know to stay alert. We can’t let that shit get out.”

  “I’m on it.” For some reason the thought of Cali being in danger angered me. I had the urge to kill for her if shit got to that point. It almost seemed like I did care about her, but I didn’t want to. I couldn’t fall for another bitch again. Not in this lifetime.

  “So is my daughter in law pregnant yet? You know Big momma said she had a dream about sharks.”

  “The fuck that ‘spose to mean?”

  “It means that somebody pregnant nigga. With twins.”

  Making a fist with my right hand, I held it up to my mouth and chuckled. “Y’all got to chill wit’ these damn myths. Big Momma drink too much any damn way. You can’t believe shit she be sayin,” I waved him off.

  “Your mother had the same dream. And you know her dreams be ‘bout true as hell. That’s a blessing if it is so,” he opined.

  “Let you tell it. Two babies at one time? Sounds like a fuckin’ nightmare. Twins don’t even run in our family.” My phone started vibrating in my pocket so I pulled it out. I don’t know why but a smile crept across my face when I saw that it was Cali texting me. Swiping across my iPhone 7, I read what she sent me.

  WIFEY: I won’t be home tonight. Missy wants me to meet her boyfriend since he’s in town. If it gets too late, I will just stay the night with her. I left you something in the kitchen. Hope you enjoy.

  Cheesing extra hard like a damn high school kid, I swiped across the screen with my reply.

  ME: So, no pussy?

  She replied almost instantly.

  WIFEY: lol wooooow is that all you think about??

  ME: Your pussy is all I think about

  WIFEY: I thought it was your pussy ….

  “Oh shit. Lil’ Momma too slick wit’ the mouth. Hell nah,” I said out loud to myself. I was about to text her back but she beat me to it.

  WIFEY: But to answer your question. No. Missy thinks that we’re forcing it. Maybe we should give the baby making session a rest for a while. She thinks that it should happen naturally.

  “The fuck?” I quizzed rereading her message. “Hell nah bruh. She got me fucked up,” I snapped at my phone as if I was really talking to her. I could feel my old man’s eyes on me but I didn’t look up. I was too occupied
with replying to Cali.

  ME: Tell Missy to mind her own damn business. Bring ya ass home tonight or I’m coming over there. I’m getting some pussy tonight. Talkin’ bout let shit happen naturally. Fucking is natural.

  Pushing send, I stuffed my phone back in my pocket. When I looked up my old man was staring back at me. “What?”

  “Really son? You just had a full-blown text session blushing like some teenage boy and you asking me what? Get your sprung ass out my crib.” He laughed.

  “Y’all gone get enough of talkin’ that hot shit. Lil’ Momma a cool bitch wit’ some bomb ass pussy. That’s it,” I explained, standing to my feet.

  “Yeah, whatever son. This reminds me of when you were back in high school crushing on Mo’. Y’all would text and be on the phone all day. She would come over twenty-four-,” my old man was reminiscing, but I had to stop him before he went too far.

  “Man- don’t nobody want to hear about that bitch. Fuck her!” I roared allowing myself to get pissed off. Every time I thought about how in love I was with Monique, I got angry. Just the thought of how I gave her everything and all the shit I did for her and she fucked me over. Till this day that pain still resides.

  “Son you need to let that shit go. I ain’t saying she was right, but you were living foul too. You couldn’t expect her to not dip out on you,” he reasoned.

  “Why the fuck not? She was my bitch! Regardless if I fucked every hoe in Compton, she ain’t have no damn right to fuck around on me. It would have been easy to get over it if it was some random nigga, but we talkin’ about Black. One of my closest boys. We grew up together. Both they asses broke the code. So yeah I’m still holdin’ on to that shit because it was fucked up. Everybody and they momma knew how much I loved that damn girl,” I lashed out in emotion.

  This happened every time Monique was brought up. I couldn’t stand her ass yet I couldn’t let her go for shit. “Then how the fuck are you gone move on with Cali? The way your actin’ right now is a repeat of you and Mo’. You are falling for her son. Stop fighting it and just let Mo’ go and move on.”