by Tiana Laveen
CHAPTER FIVE
Several days later…
Xenia swiveled in her desk chair and glanced up at the ceiling, rolling her fingertips over her right temple.
Damn it, I’m going to be late. I was supposed to have been out of here fifteen minutes ago.
She peered at the clock on her laptop, grabbed her purse from the drawer, and quickly made her exit, waving at the radio staff as she turned into a blur of frenzied movement. When the elevator doors opened, she stepped inside, eager to get to her meeting over on 125th Street. She sighed with relief that the elevator was empty, elated no one else was on there to slow her down. When the doors opened for her exit, a man dressed in a silky black button-down shirt with a matching tapered suit jacket and pants stood before her. In one hand he held a single red rose, and on the other hand an all-too-familiar, diamond-studded platinum wedding band.
“What are you doing here?” She smiled as she stepped out of the enclosure. Saint placed his hand against her heart and pushed her back inside, causing her to gasp as the elevator doors closed behind them. “Saint, stop playing! I have an important meeting. What are you doing?” He removed his dark sunglasses from his eyes and placed them atop his head.
“When you gonna let me smash again, little homie? You’ve been neglecting me. I’m not takin’ this shit anymore.” Removing the shades from his head, he casually slid his phone out of his pocket and streamed “Something New” from Wiz Khalifa.
“What?!” She tried frantically to reach around the tall man and press the elevator buttons to get her back down to the first floor to no avail. Saint pinned her against a corner, his expensive cologne intoxicating her, his soft hair caressing her face as he layered her neck with urgent kisses.
“Going up … time to get fucked…”
“Saint, please! Come on, this meeting is important. There’s an…” She threw her head back with a moan when he hit that spot. Sucking on her neck, he ran his hands all over her blouse, turning her nipples into tight buds. “There’s an investor … we need to… Oh God, please … please don’t do this…” she said weakly. He dropped to his knees, and she started to panic when the elevator numbers went back down, as if someone was pushing them, but the doors never opened.
He’s doing this … he is controlling the elevator!
“Saint…” Pushing her pants and panties down, treating them as a mere inconvenience, he exposed her garden. She sighed as the elevator jostled, then let out a gasp when his long, wet tongue landed on her nature, drawing immediate moisture.
“Mmmmm, you taste so good, baby…” He wrapped his hand around her thigh, keeping her steady as the elevator moved back up. Their muted reflections showed on the mirrored walls. When she looked down, all she saw was the man’s head buried between her thighs, his black hair with the gorgeous silver stripe coiffed to perfection. The rose lay on the floor by his side, forgotten, for his attention was fixed on her other flower. “You’re so wet… You want me inside you, don’t you, baby?”
“Yes!” She hissed between clenched teeth, hating how he was her uncontrollable weakness.
“You’ve got to let me taste that candy first … cum in my mouth, baby. No dick till I taste that pussy drip.”
In a panic, she tamped down her climax, but as she ran her fingers roughly through his hair, he wouldn’t let up. He slid his finger inside her while working his tongue over her clit in soft, fast licks. Her moans echoed in the small enclosure, and she hated him for it, certain someone would hear what was happening.
“Saint… shit!” he drew her into his mouth and sucked, then flicked his tongue all over her pussy in perfect strokes. Her body caved in, the sensation simply too much.
Oh no… please, no…
Suddenly things got blurry, her heart raced, and the world melted…
She came undone. Darkness prevailed.
She wasn’t sure how long she was out…
Saint stood before her, his shirt unbuttoned exposing his angel wing tattoo with her and the children’s names. His long, thick dick poked out from his black boxer shorts and his pants puddled around his ankles.
“How long was I out?”
“About two minutes…” She glanced angrily at the elevator numbers. They were going up again.
“How are you doing that?! Has the door opened? I could kill you!” All he did was laugh in an easygoing way as he pushed his weight against her, not a care in the world. His eyes looked blank, dark, as if he were possessed… Her heart started to race again.
“Saint, I’ve been talking about this meeting with you for over a week. You know this was important to me! We’ve just had sex last night, talking about you’re being neglected. Where?! You are a nympho and it’s out of hand.”
“You knew I was a satyriasist before you married me, ain’t shit changed. The point is, you were supposed to give me some pussy this morning. You promised, then went back on your word,” he stated angrily, his finger in her face.
“Krishna was in the house. You had to get up early and take him to the airport!”
“So what! I was up plenty early to tap that ass, but you ignored me.”
“You’re so self-absorbed sometimes. Anyway.” She glanced at her watch. “If I leave now, I can—Ahhh!” Before she knew what was happening, he drove his cock deep inside her, stifling her protests with a harsh kiss. His pelvis bumped hard and quick between her legs as he dragged her up and down the wall with harsh thrusts. The man had come to take her down, destroy her resolve. Wrapping her thighs around his waist, he kept on, not missing a stroke. His guttural groans echoed around her and his need took her breath away.
“Who the fuck do you think you’re playin’ with, huh?!” he barked, his brows furrowed. She looked at him listlessly as the elevator made its way back down. Pressing his lips against hers, so passionate and rough, he grabbed a fistful of her curly mane, making her ache so good. “I know about the goddamn meeting. I didn’t forget it. I had it rescheduled for later in the day.” Her eyes rolled as a wave radiated from her pelvis, making her body tremble against his as her orgasm ruined her. “It’s at 3:00 p.m. now… This was more important. I need you, had to have it. This is what you get!” he chastised, turning her on impossibly more. “Don’t deny me again.”
“Deny you? I can’t screw all damn day, Saint! I have a job and responsibilities. You’re crazy!”
“So do I. I’ve got PTSD after that Zoo bullshit. He stole your desire for me.”
“I’m sorry about that but you can’t just come up here like some caveman, Saint! People are waiting to get on the elevator and you just don’t care. Look at me!” She gripped him by the chin, her nails digging into his flesh as a mixture of anger and lust consumed her. Her chest grew suddenly heavy when she caught the yearning and possessiveness in his ever-changing eyes.
“I’ve never told you ‘no’ when you wanted some dick.” He shook her grip away. “So when I say open your legs, baby, you say how wide!” She screamed when he lunged harder, rocking her to her core. His crude words made her cum all over again, shake against his hard, muscular flesh. Saint yelled out as he trembled, releasing his warm cream inside of her in exacting, mean jabs. Suddenly, he dropped her back down onto her feet, and took a step back from her. His eyes hooded and a slight smirk creased his face. “Hurry and get your pants back up. You’ve got company.” She quickly did as he instructed, but was still dazed and confused. Her pussy throbbed from his delicious intrusion. His chest heaved harshly up and down, his lips ajar as he quickly rebuttoned his shirt, put his dick back in his pants and zipped them up. Leaning down, he picked up the rose and handed it to her before turning his back on her. The elevator jostled, and came to a stop. When the doors opened, there was a large crowd of people, a maintenance worker and security guard looking as confused as she was certain she did. Saint stepped out of the elevator, not looking back at her. But as people marched onto the silo with her, he called out,
“I love the fuck outta you, Xenia. Don’t ever fo
rget it…”
Hassani’s eyes strained in the darkness. It was more difficult than ever to sleep. Strange noises had caused him to rise, and this had been happening for weeks. Mama said it was the house settling; the changing weather from summer to fall could also do such a thing. On a swallow, he turned on his basketball shaped nightstand light, placed his feet onto the bedroom rug, then stood. Sliding his dresser drawer open, he pulled out a magazine, “Maxim”, and flipped to his favorite bikini model. Sliding back into the bed, he sheepishly placed the mag down and pushed down his pajama pants with both hands, exposing himself. Quickly pulling up the soft, warm covers, he placed one hand on his penis and with the other, held onto the magazine, imagining all the things he’d do to Ms. Sabrina…
She likes the beach…
He imagined her jogging towards him, sand kicking up from each step she took. Her large breasts jiggled up and down, arms out and a wide smile on her pretty brown face. His heart rate quickened as he neared his release. He’d discovered the joys of self-pleasure two years prior and found it almost impossible to stop as of late. He did it whenever he could grab a private moment, relishing the alone time more than anyone could ever know. He was shocked to discover a few months earlier that it no longer was just a ‘good feeling’; he was now able to ejaculate.
He found the sensation almost addictive … couldn’t wait to get home from school and have a go at himself. He stayed in his room as much as possible, often angry when family interruptions arrived, such as when Mama called him down to dinner, or Dad wanted to look over his homework and nitpick his answers. Or even when Dakarai was doing something stupid, like tossing dried prunes into the neighbor’s yard, and wanted him involved in some way. His bed began to shake as he drew closer to the rapturous feelings that had eluded him, panting and sweating. Ms. Sabrina was showing him a hell of an imaginary good time.
“What chew doin’?” Hassani screamed as Dakari burst into the room, forcing his bedroom door to bounce against the wall.
“Get out!”
He was met with a sinister laugh, the kind only his nine-year-old pain-in-the-ass brother could administer. The little monster’s long, black, wavy hair formed a cape around his head, and his light eyes narrowed over a wicked grin.
“I heard your headboard banging against the wall.” Dakarai made fast steps towards him, ignoring his protests. Green-sock-covered feet smacked against the floor like some ugly little gremlin gunning for the darkened floor space under his bed. Hassani quickly hid the magazine under the sheets with a shove of his hand. With a devilish grin, his little brother snapped the covers back and saw the big-busted, chocolate-skinned diva, her long, dark hair flowing against an ass that could rival a beach ball.
Pop.
“Haaaaaa!” Dakarai pointed an accusatory finger in his face, his long, pink tongue jetting out of his mouth like a serpent sampling the sweet air. “You in here touchin’ your wiener!”
“No, I’m not!”
“Yes, you are. You playin’ wit’ yourself!” Dakarai’s face turned as red as a tomato as he cackled, his mouth wide open, exposing one of his missing teeth. “Uggghhhhh! You nasty!”
“Shhhh!” Hassani looked at his bedroom door, still wide open. “Keep yo’ damn voice down! You gonna wake up Mama and Dad, and then I’d have to beat yo’ ass!”
“Like you beat yo’ meat?” The little demon cackled again. Hassani started to reach out and snatch the pint-size bastard up by his colorful train-printed collar, but paused when he heard heavy footsteps approach.
“Yo, you two are supposed to be asleep. What’s going on in here?” Dad stood by the bedroom door, rubbing tired eyes and yawning. His robe hung open, exposing a tattooed chest and baggy, blue cotton pajama pants hung below his waist.
Oh shit…
Dakarai, being the jerk that he was, proudly paraded up to their father like some wind-up marching band soldier and lifted his chin to tattle like a rattle on cattle.
“Daddy, Hassani was playin’ wit’—”
“I was lookin’ at a magazine, and I was masturbating, all right?!” He shook with embarrassment, his muscles doing a strange involuntary dance. His face heated in a millisecond as he turned away, clutching his own fingers like one last bid to everlasting salvation. Pressing his eyes shut, he tried to get the damn things to not water, make him look like a wuss, but it was no use. When he opened them again, he turned to Dakarai with a tear streaming down his face. Much to his surprise, his brother didn’t crack another joke.
“All right,” Dad said in a somber tone as he stared deeply into his soul. “Day-Day, go on back to your room and go to sleep, okay?”
Dakarai nodded and walked out. His gaze averted, Hassani heard his dad close the door and walk towards him softly, his feet barely hitting the ground. He could feel the man’s energy. Light. Airy. Caring. Daddy sat on the bed beside him, but Hassani couldn’t bear to look him in the eye, so he kept his head down, hiding within himself. Then he felt his father’s gentle touch on his chin, making him look at him anyway. A tear fell, and then another.
“What are you crying about?” Dad asked, running a hand over his shoulder. “It’s all right.”
“You’re not mad?”
“Why would I be mad, Hassani?” he asked, brows furrowed. “Masturbation is natural.” Daddy shrugged. “Neither I nor your mother have ever conveyed to you that you should be ashamed of your body and how it functions, and besides, you were doing it in the privacy of your own room, so that’s fine. Anyway, I’m going to talk to Dakarai again about knocking on your door before entering. He forgets sometimes, but I will let him know that there will be consequences if he keeps it up.”
“Thank you,” Hassani mumbled, avoiding eye contact.
“I’ve been very open with you about these things. But that’s not what’s troubling you, is it? We’ve got an open relationship about sex. This is something else, right?” Hassani nodded, but the embarrassment wouldn’t cease. “Dakarai coming in here made you feel self-conscious, right?”
“Yes…”
“You want to talk about anything? I can just leave if you prefer. It’s up to you, little man.” He pointed towards the door, letting him know he’d vanish without a trace if that was his desire.
Hassani sat there for a minute, his brain in a fog.
“Dad, I … I can cum.”
“You can ejaculate? You have semen?”
Hassani nodded. “First saw it over the summer … few months ago, I guess.” He still could barely look the man in the eye, so he didn’t. He looked directly past him instead, trying to focus on anything and everything other than Dad’s golden stare.
His father sighed and looked around the bedroom as if trying to remember where he’d laid a book. Rubbing his thighs, he bunched the fabric of his pajama pants as he worked through whatever was weaving in his mind.
“All right,” he finally said, turning back to him. “I didn’t know that.” Dad looked concerned, but not worried. “You’re twelve now, you’ve started puberty, so it makes sense. I’m just surprised you didn’t tell me. Your mother and I already knew that you had begun puberty. We’ve discussed it with you. Your voice has begun to change, amongst other things. Look, Hassani, your body is going through a lot of changes right now, okay? You’re starting the first phase of becoming a man. I’ve called you ‘little man’ all of your life, but one day, that will be a true statement. You’re maturing, physically, psychologically, and emotionally, all of this comes along with the territory.”
Heart racing but feeling a little better, Hassani nodded once again. As if sensing his need, Dad kept talking. “Is there anything else on your mind?”
“Yeah, I kissed a girl.” Daddy’s brow rose. “See, there’s … a girl at school. I like ’er. I like her more than all the other ones.”
“Mmmm hmm. Tell me more.” Dad crossed his arms and looked at him, a slight smile on his face as he listened intently.
“I was walking her out of the school and uh
, I just leaned in and kissed her.”
“Was she okay with that?” Hassani nodded.
“Yeah, I didn’t put my tongue in ’er mouth or nothin’ like that … no French kissing. Just like a regular kiss, you know? I like her, Dad. Like … I think about her all the time. Best part is that she likes me, too.”
“I see.” Daddy’s teeth sank into his lower lip, his eyes wide. “What’s her name?”
“Asia. She’s real smart … and pretty, too. She’s like the prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.” Hassani tried to squelch his grin, but it crept out and spread like a virus.
“Is that so?” Dad’s voice was deep, soothing, but he didn’t miss the tilted smile on the man’s face. He looked into the man’s eyes and found the courage to let his true feelings be known. “Asia seems to have captured your attention. I’ve seen you have more crushes than I can count over the years. I do admit though, you speak of this one a bit differently.”
“I do, because she’s different. I’ve never met nobody like her before. Dad, she wins like all these science awards and stuff.” His chest filled with pride as if her accomplishments were now his. He could almost see Asia in the room with them, as if she were a fly listening in. “But she’s at my school ’cause she can draw. Her drawings look real. She’s almost as good as Angel. But…” He hung his head, holding on to courage. Meeting Dad’s gaze once more, he let loose. “People make fun of her.”
“Why is that? Sounds like she is a great catch.”
“Well, see, wait a minute. Let me start from the beginning. Last week, Angel came up to the school to pick me up, remember?”
“Yeah, I remember. I gave him permission to get you and take you out to eat.” Hassani nodded.
“Yes, and well, he almost got into a fight.”
Dad rolled his eyes and slapped his knee as if he were so over it. “What’s new?! I told Angel to stop—”
“No, Dad, you don’t understand. See, Angel knows I like Asia, but some kids were makin’ fun of her and he thought that was jacked up. She has … she has autism, Dad. Like, Asperger’s, I guess they call it.” Hassani looked into his father’s eyes, still trying to find that courage that comforted him along the way. Dad looked rather baffled, or maybe simply unreadable. What should he make of it? The man didn’t blink, didn’t look upset or proud. He just looked at him as if he needed the words repeated. After a few more moments of silence wove their way between them, it became evident that Dad didn’t approve. His father was never at a loss for words; in fact, he often prayed the man would shut up and leave him alone. He was certain Dad was getting ready to say the girl was disabled, and maybe he should find someone else, but instead, a fresh smile appeared on his face, his eyes thoughtful but gleaming, as if Hassani had just given him a really interesting bit of information.
