“Is something wrong?” she asked as the bartender handed her a glass of clear liquid.
“No, ma’am, nothing is wrong. In fact, everything is right. Are you going back on again?”
“Why, you got a request?”
King looked at her and then back at the table where Kareem and Tiana were sitting. He was actually speechless. His mind was blank. Nothing witty was coming to his mind to say to her.
Sloan laughed and patted his hand. “Geez, why so serious, your majesty?”
“I like when you call me that.” King said as he grabbed the two Coronas and the glass of Sangria. “This might sound like a line, but I can help your music career. I have a studio, and I also hold events around Charlotte, Atlanta and Miami. I got a show in a couple of weeks, how would you like to open for me? Is this your band?”
Sloan studied him for a moment. She was about to laugh, because she wasn’t sure if he was joking or being serious. “A studio, huh? What kind of show do you have?” she asked as she sipped her drink.
King extended his arm to her. “Hey, can you bring those drinks to that table over there?” He said and slid a crisp big face to the bartender.
The bartender nodded to King.
Sloan looked King over again. She had to admit, she was enjoying her word dance with this man. He was enigmatic, funny, and seemed to have himself together, at first glance. But Slaon knew that first impressions can sometimes be misleading. She had learned that lesson the hard way with her last relationship.
“Kareem, Tiana, this is —”
“The girl that can blow!” Tiana said. “Sit down girl, sit down.” Tiana patted the seat of the chair next to her.
Sloan took the seat, and Tiana hugged her.
“Babe stop, you gonna scare her off, damn. Hey, I’m Kareem, and yo, you got a set …” Kareem paused as he looked over Sloan’s full bust. He cleared his throat. “A set of pipes on you. Whoo, yeah, King need to get you on his team.” Kareem said as the waitress placed the drinks on the table. “Yeah, you know he got a big show coming up in couple of weeks, some pretty big names will be there.”
Sloan looked at King, who was sipping on his drink and using his phone.
King handed her his phone with a web page pulled up for her. Sloan searched the site and scanned the Gettys photos of King with Keyshia Cole, Anthony Hamilton, J-Cole and other celebrities. Some of the females were really hanging on to him. King’s handsome face stared at her from the small screen. She looked up and met his eyes, cleared her throat, and handed the phone back to him.
“So, are you from Charlotte?” Tiana asked Sloan.
“No, I’m from Jersey.”
“That’s what’s up. Well, girl you sure can blow. If I could sing like that, you’d never get me to shut up.” Tiana said and laughed.
“So, you never said whether you had another set or not.” King said to Sloan as an old Xscape song came on.
Tiana grabbed Kareem’s hand and pulled him up. “I love this song, come dance with me.”
“Girl, you know I don’t dance to that shit.”
“Come on Kareem, it’s just a dance… please.”
“Nah, nah, I’m going to get me a drink.” Kareem said, and pulled his hand away from Tiana.
King shook his head as Kareem walked towards the bar where the cute server was picking up drinks. Kareem was far from faithful, and had a wandering eye, but that Tiana never argued with him about it. Her argument was always about saving his life and his soul, so that he could be there for their two children. Every female King ever had around him had always loved Tiana, and some were even still friends with her. Tiana could be a handful, but she had truly been loyal to Kareem, and sometimes King wished that Kareem would treat her a little better.
King was shocked when Sloan grabbed Tiana’s hand.
“Come on girl, I’ll dance with you. This my joint too.” Sloan smiled and winked at King as she walked Tiana out onto the dance floor.
King just sat back and admired Sloan’s dance moves. She was sexy without being slutty, and she and Tiana had all eyes on them as they danced and enjoyed themselves. King couldn’t help but to smile. The evening was a success and he couldn’t wait to get to know Sloan.
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Deshawn hated this fucking place with these stuck up ass niggas, but he would sit in the pits of hell to hear Sloan sing. He sat at his usual table on the second floor, staring down at her as she talked to some slick looking nigga. This one was different from the other shirts that frequented the club; he had an edge about him. As he took a sip of his cheap cognac, he searched his memory for the dude’s face. He took his phone out, zoomed in on the young gentleman and snapped a picture. The face of every man she’d talked to since they had broken up was saved in his camera. Being a police detective, he had access to anyone and everyone’s lives. It would only take him a few minutes to find out all he needed to know about this one.
Sloan was a smart girl, and he thought by now that she would understand that she wasn’t going no damn where, until he felt like letting her go. His cell phone rang and Janet’s face showed on the screen. He placed it back in his pocket. He had been married to Janet for five years. She owned a successful boutique in the South Park area of Charlotte, and two in Atlanta. She was the perfect wife, great for his image, supportive, financially stable, and when they were out together, they were seen as an attractive couple.
Deshawn loved the life he had with Janet, but he didn’t really love her. Making love was more of a duty than a pleasure for him when it came to her. She was sexy as hell, and she had a body that would make a dude cream just by watching her walk away, but she had no idea how to use her assets in bed. Deshawn never hesitated when he had the opportunity to beat down a chick in bed. He had kept one or two on the side the entire time he had been married to Janet. That was, until he met Sloan.
She had put a spell on him that made him put the other side chicks down. For the first time, Jasmine actually had competition on the other level. Not only was Sloan a beast in the bed, she was smart, educated, and she had Deshawn under a spell. He had taken so many chances with her. Using vacation time to take her out of town on trips, and spending money he didn’t have, buying her studio time. If Deshawn had a free moment, he wanted it occupied by Sloan.
Deshawn watched Sloan dance with the unknown man. She would pay for letting another man put his hands on her. The last time he had actually seen and touched her was the night she broke up with him at Carolina Sundries. She had been quiet through their dinner, barely looking at him. When she finally made eye contact with him, he knew something was up.
“What’s up, beautiful? You been quiet all night,” Deshawn had said to her, attempting to take her hand. Sloan pulled her hand away from him and sat back in the chair.
“Don’t touch me, Deshawn, especially with that hand,” Sloan said, crossing her arms. “I mean, isn’t that the hand you are supposed to keep your wedding ring on?”
Deshawn felt the air in the room grow thicker, and his pulse began to quicken. He started to speak, but Sloan held her hand up. “No, no, please spare me whatever fantastic lie you have to tell me. I don’t even care.” She stood and grabbed her purse.
As she turned to leave, she stopped, reached in her purse, and threw two twenty dollar bills on the table. “I pay my own way. I would never take money from another woman’s house. Please don’t call me, just forget you ever knew me. I know I will be forgetting you.” Sloan turned and walked toward the door.
Deshawn wanted to run after her, but his legs felt like they had cement blocks tied to them. Days later, he had attempted to contact her. He stopped by her job, sent roses begging for forgiveness, and had lost his mind in the process. She finally answered his call, but only to tell him that if he did not leave her alone, she would go to the police chief and file harassment charges against him.
A new song came on, bringing Deshawn out of his reverie. He almost jumped out of his seat when Sloan put her arms around
the guy’s neck and slow danced with him to Jaheim’s “Anything.” That was their song. She was taking this shit too far.
In his mind, her threatening him was out of hurt. She just needed time to cool down, and then they could be together again. In the meantime, he would watch her and keep her safe from these trifling niggas trying to talk to her. She needed him, and soon she would realize it.
Chapter 8
Imani sighed as she slid the card in the hotel room door. The green light beeped and she pushed the handle to let herself in. After she pulled her suitcase inside and placed the door key on the table, she walked into the bathroom. The four-hour trip was grueling, but Imani had actually made it in three, and without being pulled over. She hated that she had to travel so far, but she knew spending time with him would be well worth it.
“Damn, I got to pee.” She sat down on the toilet and began checking her text messages and emails.
When she was finished in the bathroom, she made sure that the door was secure and opened her suitcase. The lavender colored lingerie that she had bought on the shopping spree last weekend with Khristian and Yogi immediately caught her eye.
Imani grabbed her shower gel and lotion, and headed for the shower. While the water ran, she pulled her long dark hair up into a ponytail, and looked at herself in the mirror. “Yeah, you a bad bitch.” Imani said and winked at her reflection.
She stepped into the shower and allowed the hot water to flow over her. As she washed herself, her stomach growled. She was starving, but she knew that she would go somewhere special after she had pleased her man. Imani placed the sponge between her legs and rubbed her lips gently.
“Whoo girl, slow down. Save it for your babe.” Imani rinsed herself off and grabbed the large white terrycloth robe that was on the hook by the shower.
“This is going to be a weekend he will not forget any time soon.” Imani said as she began to apply her apple lotion to her legs.
Imani hummed to herself as she prepared for her night of lovemaking. After she was properly oiled, she put on the lavender corset and ruffle skirt set. The lace embroidered bust area had her girls sitting up beautifully. Imani lit the last candle and spritzed the air with her perfume. She walked over to the mirror and checked herself one last time before she heard the latch on the door move.
“Show time,” she whispered and positioned herself in the middle of the large king size bed.
“Babe, you here?” a man said as he entered the room.
“Yes, I’m in the bed.” She heard his footsteps and laid back.
“Hey Daddy,” Imani said, smiling seductively.
“Well damn, you are beautiful.”
Imani kneeled on the bed and reached for him. He dropped his bags and kissed her deeply, sucking lightly on her tongue. He slid the strap of the corset down and licked her collarbone.
Imani moaned as his warm mouth found her hard nipple and teased it with his tongue.
“Oh Carlton, damn babe. Umm… I been thinking about this all damn week.”
Carlton slid the zipper of the corset down, freeing her other breast and exposing her navel ring. He licked her left breast while spreading Imani’s legs wider. She bit her bottom lip.
“You want me to taste that pussy, don’t you?”
“Y-yes, taste my pussy.” Imani said.
“Your pussy? That ain’t your pussy is it? It’s mine. Now you gonna have to be punished for that.” Carlton said, rubbing his thumb inside Imani’s moist walls. She moaned. “You better not cum, you little bitch. Hold it or you won’t get what you really want.”
“Please let me cum. I’m sorry, this is your pussy. It’s yours! Please, I can’t hold it, Daddy!”
“No, no you better hold it.”
Carlton smiled as he watched Imani’s face. She had tears forming in the corners of her eyes, and her hands were wrapped around the sheets. His dick stood at attention as he slowly slid his thumb out of her hot cavern and licked it.
“Don’t you move.” Carlton said as he slid off the bed.
He pulled his shirt over his head and unbuckled his belt. Then he took off his pants and boxers. Imani watched as he walked around the bed, looking at her. Her legs were spread wide and her nipples were hard and pointing towards the ceiling. Her pussy was throbbing and begging for Carlton’s touch.
Carlton stood at the foot of the bed and began stroking his thick dick and squeezing his balls. Imani’s mouth began to water; she wanted to feel his thick pole slide down her throat. Carlton was more than twice her age, but the man had a body on him. His muscular thighs and hips were the source of his ability to make her body shiver and explode.
Imani moaned remembered how he had made her body respond the first time they were intimate.
Yogi and Khristian had gone to the store and she was downstairs with Carlton playing pool. Ever since she was sixteen, she’d had a crush on him. She had intentionally worn a short skirt, and tight shirt to show off her legs and breasts. Her mind traveled back to how she had placed one leg on the pool table, exposing her lower lips to him as she pretended to get ready for her shot.
“Five ball in corner pocket,” she had said to him. Before she could touch the ball with the cue stick, Carlton had slid inside her from behind. She remembered how he made her bite down on a pillow as he carried her around the room while thrusting inside of her.
That was a year ago, and she had enjoyed every moment that she had spent with him. Her desire for him outweighed any guilt she may have felt in the beginning for sleeping with her best friend’s father. Sometimes, when Ms Yogi was around, she felt a little awkward, but Carlton had made it into such a game, that it actually felt more exciting now.
“Turn over.” Carlton commanded.
Imani turned over and raised her ass in the air. She felt a sharp sting. “I didn’t tell you to get on your knees, you little slut! Crawl to me.”
Imani obeyed him and crawled to the edge of the bed. Carlton slid his rock hard member across her soft full lips. She moaned, as she looked up at Carlton. He nodded to her, giving her permission to taste him. Her full lips encircled the tip of his rod. Carlton’s head dropped back as her mouth began to slide up and down his thickness.
“Yeah, yeah, that’s it babe!” Carlton pushed her back on the bed. His dick was shiny from her beautiful mouth massage. “Put that ass up in the air for me, sexy.”
Imani quickly flipped over on all fours and spread her legs. She felt the tip of his dick dip inside her cavern, teasing her walls. Carlton loved her plump ass; he smacked the left cheek and watched it ripple. He separated her cheeks and watched his dick moving in and out of her hot box. Imani grabbed the sheets; Carlton’s low grunts were driving her over the edge with each thrust.
“Oh Daddy, it feels so good.” Imani loved the way he felt inside her. She tightened and released her muscles with each thrust, causing her cream to cover his dick.
Carlton began to pound her as he listened to her breathe and gasp when he hit his favorite spots inside of her. She bounced up and down on his rod as she pulled her nipples.
Carlton closed his eyes and enjoyed the ride.
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Sloan walked briskly down the dock. For some reason, she was mindful of how loud her heels sounded on the wood. The lake air caressed her face, which would’ve been fine, if she had not just spent an hour flat ironing her hair. King had offered to pick her up, but she decided it would be best to meet him. She had only known him a short time, and this was their official first date. Although they had spoken over the phone, met a couple of times at King’s studio, and Skyped each other in the last week, she still wasn’t comfortable with him knowing where she lived. History had taught her against giving out that type of information too early.
“Miss Deveaux, welcome to the Lake Noria. My name is Phillip, and I will be your host this afternoon”, a short white gentleman with snow white hair said to her and extended his arm.
Sloan smiled. She took his hand and stepped up on the bo
at. She could smell the scent of his after-shave as the breeze continued to gently blow. Phillip chatted politely about the menu and the weather. Sloan loved his Australian accent. He was quite the charmer, and he made her laugh with his little quips about taking her around the world if King did not behave the way he should.
King stood as they approached the table. He smiled at her and kissed her cheek.
“You look, umph you’re wearing that dress, and the shoe game is on point.” King said, walking around Sloan.
She pushed him playfully and shook her head. “If that was a compliment, thank you.” Sloan said as Phillip pulled her chair out for her. “You should take notes from Phillip on how to speak to a lady.” Sloan winked at Phillip.
King laughed. “What, you fell for that crap Phillip spews? Please, he was thinking the same thing I said to you.”
“Yeah, but he had a lot more tact. Take notes.” Sloan said.
Phillip kissed her hand and nodded to King.
“You a dirty old man, Philip.” King said laughing.
“Yes, sir, I am.”
Sloan’s mouth fell open and the three of them laughed. “I will have Edward bring out your wine.”
Phillip walked down the steps. Sloan turned to King, who was studying her face. She was beautiful, smart, talented, and had class; the polar opposite of the women he usually dated.
“So how was your evening?” King said as he sat down.
“It was good, I got a lot of writing done, worked out, and then wrote some more. How about you?”
“Just another day, nothing major. Took care of some things, then I just relaxed. So tell me some more about you. Do you have brothers or sisters?”
“No, I don’t have any siblings. It is just me.” Sloan said, sipping the white wine that the petite Hispanic server had poured for her. “I’m an only child. I guess I was more than enough for my folks!”
“Is that right? So how long you been singing?”
“For as long as I can remember having a voice. I used to sing to anything that I heard, country, opera, rock, R&B. Whatever had a melody or beat, I would sing to it.”
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