Desirae pulled the basement door open and looked down. The staircase, which was wooden and rather narrow, seemed to lead down into a dark abyss of sorts. Desirae wasn’t usually the kind of chick who would purposely go exploring basements. But there was something that piqued her curiosity about D’Mann’s basement. Seeing as she’d now seen every other part of the house, including the few bedrooms and bathroom upstairs, she wondered what D’Mann had done with the basement. She wondered if it would be as nice as the other two levels of the house.
After feeling around on the wall for the light switch, Desirae watched as the basement lit up. Slowly and cautiously, looking back every few seconds, she made her way down the steps. Once she’d gotten to the bottom, she stood in place for a moment and took in the room. Much of the basement was a large, open room. In the middle sat a few couches, which were centered around a glass coffee table. In one corner of the room was a bar set up, albeit on a miniature scale. On the other side of the room was two doors. One door was open, allowing Desirae to see that inside of it was a bathroom. The other door, however, was closed. Desirae stepped off of the last step and made her way across the room. Just as she’d gotten halfway to the other side, she stopped. She’d seen a counter located underneath the basement steps On top of the counter was a money counting machine, telling her that D’Mann and Makim had been standing there at some point in time. She walked over to the area and saw that there was a new square of carpet a couple of feet out from the bottom of the counter. She put her hand over her mouth, realizing that this must have been the place where Makim had been standing when he pulled the knife on D’Mann.
Desirae shook her head, getting an eerie feeling. To her knowledge, she’d never stood in the same place as a person who had been killed. She stepped around the area lightly, making her way back over to the unopened door. When she pulled the door open, she found another room. This room, while small in size at only about nine feet by eight, was not as well done as the other rooms. In fact, it looked like a leftover room from when D’Mann had moved into the house that he’d simply never done anything with.
Desirae stepped inside of the room and found the light switch to the left on the wall. Once the room lit up, she could have screamed. Her heartbeat jumped as she tried to make sense of what she was seeing. Quickly, she slapped her hand over her mouth. There, in the middle of the floor, was what looked like blood splatter on the concrete. While the other clearly-cleaned-up area of the basement made sense, as it was right next to the money counting machine, this wasn’t so clear. In fact, Desirae found herself confused as she stepped forward. She tried to figure out what could have happened down in this basement to where there would be two separate areas that needed to be cleaned up from blood. Furthermore, she began to wonder what D’Mann would be doing having anyone come into this cold, concrete room. In fact, it looked as if there had never been anything in the room.
As Desirae stepped toward the middle of the room, her forehead ran into some sort of rope hanging from the ceiling. Upon taking a closer look, she realized what kind of rope this was before her eyes. To her, it looked like the perfect kind of setup that someone could use to hang or strangle somebody. She had never been so nervous in her life. What had begun as a lovely afternoon and evening with D’Mann suddenly turned into a scary night. Part of her was starting to regret ever coming over to D’Mann’s place. He seemed just a little bit too casual when it came to defending himself against Makim. Getting rid of his body and car seemed rather easy for someone who supposedly had never killed anyone before. In fact, the more Desirae thought about it, D’Mann’s smoothness of getting rid of a body and vehicle at the last minute was starting to alarm her.
As Desirae stepped further into the room, looking at the cold concrete to see if it told stories of what could have possibly happened in this room, she heard the front door upstairs open and shut. Her eyes opened wide. She couldn’t believe that D’Mann would be back so soon. He’d said that he would be gone for at least thirty minutes, and Desirae thought that would wind up being more.
Quickly, Desirae stepped out of the room, turned the light off and closed the door. Above her head, she could hear D’Mann climbing the stairs to the second floor. There was no doubt in Desirae’s mind that he was going up there to look for her. In a matter of seconds, upon discovering that she wasn’t in bed, Desirae could hear D’Mann calling her name. She rushed for the steps and hurried up them, hearing D’Mann’s footsteps coming back downstairs from the second floor of the house.
Just as Desirae was stepping out of the basement and pushing the door closed, D’Mann walked into the small walkway between the kitchen and the bathroom. Desirae was startled when she turned to find him there, standing over her and looking dead into her eyes. She smiled. “Here I am,” she said.
D’Mann looked at the door, very seriously. His eyes looked at Desirae as she tried to casually close the basement door. “What are you doin?” he asked, forcing himself to smile.
“Nothin’,” Desirae answered. “I was just lookin’ around since I ain’t get to see the basement like I seen the rest of the house.”
D’Mann nodded. “Hmm, hmm,” he said. “Did you like the basement?”
Desirae felt as if that was a strange question to ask. “I mean, it was nice,” she answered. “I like that you got a little bar setup going on down there. That was cute as shit.”
D’Mann nodded, still wondering what Desirae was doing going down into the basement. “What were you really lookin’ for?” he asked Desirae. “Keep it real with me, Desirae. Why was you goin’ down in a nigga’s basement?”
Instantly, Desirae became nervous. The palms of her hands itched and perspired. “I swear,” she said, trying to sound as innocent as possible as the last thing she needed was for D’Mann to think that she’d seen what was in the spare room off to the side. “I got up and came downstairs to get my phone and shit,” she said. “I was walkin’ into the kitchen, noticin’ how much I like what you’ve done with this place. I simply was wonderin’ what the basement looked like since you never really took me down there.” She playfully pushed his shoulder. “That’s all,” she added. “I just wanted to see it.”
“Did you see it?” D’Mann asked, his eyes coming across as very cold to Desirae.
Desirae stepped back. “I mean, yeah,” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “I just saw the main room, I guess you would call it. And I saw the bathroom. I really just stopped at the bottom of the steps and looked around is all. It ain’t all that big of a basement. I mean, you can see it from the bottom of the steps, D’Mann. You know?”
D’Mann smiled and nodded, glancing away. “Yeah,” he said. “You can. Did you wanna go back down there?”
Desirae looked at the door and shook her head. “Not really,” she answered. “I mean, did you wanna go down there?”
“Not unless you did,” D’Mann said. “I was just askin’. You wanna watch another movie? I got halfway over to my nigga’s house, and he gon’ come callin’ me and tellin’ me that his chick did this or said that and now the two of them are goin’ at it. I told that nigga to not even worry about it, and that I would just come through tomorrow and get with him then. I had to hurry up and get back over here to my baby.”
Desirae tried to contain herself as D’Mann leaned forward and kissed her softly. It amazed her how much her perception of him had changed. At first, he seemed like the kind of guy one would see living next door and who had nothing going on but the rent. Now, however, after seeing that strange rope contraption hanging from the ceiling down in the spare room in the basement, she was starting to have second thoughts. She was no detective – not in the least bit. However, she tended to stick with her gut when it was telling her something. Now, at this very moment, she hated that she was ignoring her gut feelings. Something was really setting off her woman’s tuition, telling her that she needed to leave because something was just not right with how D’Mann was looking at her.
Gently, D’
Mann placed his hand around Desirae’s lower back and pulled her toward the dining room. He guided her toward the living room, smiling as he felt his groin press against her ass as she moved. “If you want, we can smoke again,” D’Mann said, suggestively. “I can roll one up and we can smoke again and shit. Watch another movie.” He shrugged. “You know.”
Desirae nodded, not wanting to disagree. She now saw this house as a totally different kind of place. As D’Mann rolled up the second blunt of the night, Desirae looked around. Now that she thought more thoroughly about things, she noticed that D’Mann’s house was just a little too perfect. Her eyes then shifted over to the front door, as she noticed something about it that she hadn’t seen when she came over the first time, or when she walked through the door earlier that evening: it had the kind of lock where one would need a key to get out as well as to get inside. There was no lock on the actual doorknob itself. This alone made Desirae feel kind of nervous.
“You okay over there?” D’Mann asked. “You over there lookin’ like you nervous and shit. What you got on your mind?
Desirae shrugged, pulling her legs up onto the couch. “Nothin’,” she said, shaking her head. “I was just surprised that you came back so soon. When I heard that front door open, with what happened over here, I was so nervous. Almost hid again until I realized it was you.”
D’Mann chuckled. “Oh, chill out,” he said, smiling. “I told you that you’ll be safe with me. A nigga ain’t gon’ let nothin’ happen to you, okay? Just relax.”
D’Mann finished rolling the blunt then handed it to Desirae. As Desirae took the first hit of the blunt, several questions rolled through D’Mann’s mind. He not only wondered about Desirae’s true intentions for going down into the basement but also what she’d seen when she’d gone down there. If he thought for one second that she’d slip down into the basement when he stepped out for a trip that was only supposed to be thirty minutes, he would have never left her in his house alone. His mind would now have to wonder, for the rest of the night, if she’d gone down there and had seen the very thing he didn’t want her to see. There were some areas of his house that he just did not consider for company, and one of those areas was the basement.
D’Mann turned on another movie then turned down the lights. He couldn’t help but notice Desirae’s silence. Before he’d left, she couldn’t stop talking to him about this and that. Now, she seemed as if she were on edge about something. And D’Mann wanted to find out what it was that was on Desirae’s mind.
“Wassup with you?” D’Mann asked. “Since I got back, you been actin’ funny.”
“Naw,” Desirae said, pulling her eyes away from the television and shaking her head. “I’m just sore as shit from the dick before you left. My pussy almost hurts from that shit you did to me up there, nigga.”
D’Mann laughed, feeling confident in his ability to please just about any woman. He put his arm around Desirae then let it slide down to where his hand could grip her ass. “I know you like that dick,” he said. “And like a nigga told you before he left, I prolly ain’t done with that pussy. Wait till I start to feel this weed again. You gon’ see my dick rise up again and get up in that pussy again.”
Desirae forced herself to giggle. At first, D’Mann had enough swag to make her panties wet from just talking to her. Now there was just something that was too suspicious about him. She really didn’t want to have sex again, but she knew that if she refused, he would definitely know she’d seen what she’d seen down in the basement. Once Desirae was high from the weed, as was D’Mann, he reached over and dimmed the living room lights. He smiled at Desirae, the look on his face telling her what was on his mind.
“A nigga wanna see that ass clap again,” D’Mann said. “Why don’t you get outta them clothes so a nigga can see that ass.”
Desirae smiled, her eyes empty compared to what they had been earlier. She stood up, took her clothes off until she stood naked in front of D’Mann. At this point, she would do anything he asked as long as she knew that she could get out of the house safely. Her plan was to let him fall asleep first so she could figure out what she was going to do – if she was going to do anything.
Desirae looked at D’Mann as he motioned for her to turn around. As soon as she did, her ass cheeks stung from how hard he slapped them. “Make that shit clap for a nigga, damn!” he said, clearly feeling good from the weed. “Why you playin’ with a nigga?”
Desirae smiled, knowing that she needed to use her charm and her body so that she could be smart about this situation. If D’Mann was like any other man that she’d known in her life, she knew that she’d simply need to keep him happy and satisfied. Desirae dropped to her knees, bent over and arched her back. She looked back into D’Mann’s sexy but cold eyes. “Like this?” she asked as she moved her hips as fast as she could, causing her ass to practically give the room a clapping ovation.
“Fuck,” D’Mann said, clearly hypnotized by her ass. “Your ass is almost too good to be real. I done met chicks who went and got ass shots, and they don’t even look this good. I’m tellin’ you.”
Desirae smiled and continued moving so that her ass would clap at a steady rhythm. Several seconds later, D’Mann had placed the blunt down into an ashtray. He dropped to his knees on the floor and pressed his face into Desirae’s ass. She moaned. Even though she was uncomfortable and unsure about what D’Mann really had going on in his house, she couldn’t deny that his tongue felt good in that way. The more she moaned, the harder he slurped. Eventually, he lowered his head, holding her ass cheeks apart with his hands, and licked her pussy from the back. Desirae placed her head down on the floor, on the soft cream-colored carpet.
D’Mann groaned. “Damn, this pussy taste good,” he said. “Put that shit in my face. Go ahead, put it in a nigga’s face.”
Desirae pushed back onto D’Mann’s face, being a little more forceful than she might normally be. Fascinated with Desirae’s anatomy, D’Mann turned over onto his back and slid under Desirae. He slapped her ass, telling her to lean up and ride his face.
Desirae did as she was told and grinded her pussy into D’Mann’s face. He moaned as if he were starving for more. His tongue swirled around so quickly that Desirae could feel his spit flickering off of his tongue and onto the insides of her legs. She giggled a little bit, but wasn’t able to really enjoy it. Her senses were too alert after what she’d seen in the basement.
“Ride my face!” D’Mann ordered, slapping Desirae’s ass as hard as he could. “Ride a nigga face so he can get up in this wet pussy. Shit this shit taste good.”
Desirae moaned, faking her expressions, as she grinded as hard as she could into D’Mann’s face. Even for her, considering some of the men in her past that would do anything to get into her pants, sitting on a man’s face was unusual. She felt in power in this position, while feeling helpless to leave D’Mann’s house even if her life depended on it. Every so often, her eyes would glance over at the door, and she’d think about how even if she wanted to get up and run in the middle of the night, she’d need to find his keys first. Therefore, she would have to take the risk of making too much noise.
“Damn, nigga,” Desirae said, upping her game. “You can eat some pussy.” She laughed, in a frolicking way. “That tongue feel good. You gettin’ this pussy wet as fuck! Shit!”
D’Mann snickered, knowing that Desirae was only a little tense because she missed him so much. He pulled out from underneath her and rose up onto his knees. “I gotta get in this pussy again,” he said. “This shit is too good. A nigga gotta get up in it, I swear.”
Desirae listened as D’Mann undid his belt and pants then slid them down his thighs. Before she knew it, D’Mann had gripped her hips with all of his energy and was pushing his way inside of her. For the next thirty minutes, Desirae had to see the pleasure she was receiving for what it was and try to not let her fears get in the way. This time, D’Mann had flipped her over several times, doing some positions twice and poundi
ng her unmercifully. He did short strokes, long strokes, and plenty of grinding before finally unloading inside of her. When he finished, he backed away and leaned back on the couch.
“Shit!” D’Mann exclaimed. “That pussy got a nigga seein’ stars and shit.” He wiped beads of sweat away from his face. Desirae, feeling somewhat vulnerable and even more sore than she’d felt the first time they’d done it, sat back up on the couch. D’Mann looked at her. “You heard from that nigga yet to see if he gon’ be droppin’ them kids back over at your mama house tomorrow and shit?” he asked.
Desirae shook her head. “Naw,” she said. “I checked my phone when you left, try’na see if he was gon’ text me or not. I told you how that nigga can be though.”
“Prolly ain’t even thinkin’ shit about you, is he?” he asked.
“Exactly,” Desirae said. “I’mma just go home tomorrow and be there in case he drop James and Titan off. I do think that the weather is prolly gon’ be bad tomorrow, so I guess I betta just play it safe and be there.”
D’Mann nodded, saying that he understood completely.
Chapter 12
Around 1 o’clock that night, Desirae lay in bed next to D’Mann with her eyes closed. He snored heavily – the snore of a man who had just had a couple of orgasms. When Desirae lifted her head up and looked at his chest going up and down, she knew that he was knocked out cold.
“D’Mann?” she said, softly, trying to see if he would wake up. “D’Mann?” she said again.
There was absolutely no reaction from D’Mann, letting Desirae know that if she was even thinking of making a run for it, she’d better get up now. She had no plan for how she would get home, but getting out of D’Mann’s house would work just fine at this point. What she’d seen down in the basement had really creeped her out.
“I’m goin’ to the bathroom,” Desirae said out loud, covering herself in case D’Mann just happened to wake up enough to hear her say something or make a move. She slipped out of bed, pressing the balls of her feet into the hardwood floor as softly as she could as she made her way to the door. She looked back into the bedroom. Even though the second floor of the house was rather dark, she could still see D’Mann’s bulky body. His chest rose and fell as he was in a deep sleep.
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