by Kenya Wright
But still, so much shit existed between Domingo, Rasheed, and me. I’d hung out in the hospital and stressed out in the lobby every time one of them was shot or injured. I’d prayed in the chapel, each time. I’d cried in the darkness, each time. I’d thanked God that they recovered, each time.
For the births of their sons and daughters, I was there. For the birthdays and funerals, weddings and divorces, I was there. Half the time, I lived through them, remaining a bachelor, but happy to get a view of domestic life every now and then.
Rasheed’s murder scoreboard flashed in my head. He’d kept count up until his death. Even bringing it up when he walked into the club to meet with Domingo and me. They’d added large numbers in our years, but their beef had increased their kill count. Domingo had bragged how he was finally getting close to mine.
Rasheed: 42
Domingo: 58
Noah: 65
But now, I found the score board stupid. Who needed to brag about numbers, anymore, when we’d already won the game? We had the power. The money. The property. The police stuffed deep into our pockets. We even had a few judges and politicians. But still, Domingo and Rasheed beefed and remained unhappy, and neither could really say how the war began in the first place.
Well, at least something good came out of this. She’s got good pussy. I’m going to have some fun with her.
I almost wanted to drag out killing Domingo to keep her in my loft longer. There was no way she would stay at her own will. We were two different people. She didn’t have the stomach for my life and I probably wouldn’t have the stomach for hers.
She’d want me to get out of selling drugs and guns. She’d want me to do something less dangerous. Never. No one will change me.
I glanced at her sleeping form. The image of her racing down my hallway with a dildo in her hand like a sword triggered a grin.
No one can change her either.
Crusher rounded the corner and pulled into the back of my nightclub, while singing Part of Your World. It might have been the most frightening rendition of a mermaid I’d ever heard of. No matter how loud Crusher hit the notes, Mary Jane remained asleep, stirring a little bit as I carried her into the club, up the stairs, and directly to my bedroom.
“Boss?” Crusher stood in my bedroom’s doorway. “Do you want me to watch her?”
“No.” I lay Mary Jane on my bed.
“But she’s in here.” Crusher pointed his finger at my bed.
“I’m aware of that.”
“But this is your bedroom.”
“Yes, she’s in here.” I shrugged. “I want a close eye on her. What eye is better than mine?”
“I could get Fuji to watch her, if—”
I growled, “No one watches her, but me.”
Crusher widened his eyes in shock and it wasn’t a pleasant sight. Wonder didn’t compliment his scary face, it only darkened it more.
“What?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“Nothing.”
“You have something to say?”
His cracked lips attempted a smile. Again, that didn’t compliment him either. The poor guy was just born with a monstrous face. One of his eyes was higher than the other, just slightly, but enough to freak others out. His head was bigger than average, too.
He’d always towered over us, even in kindergarten. By third grade, he had little biceps that scared the shit out of everyone on the playground. No one played with him, but me. I never understood why they were terrified. He had chin stubble in middle school. A full beard by high school. Freshmen year, he’d already stood over six feet and his voice vibrated dark and deep.
Humans judged people by looks and because Crusher didn’t have the right ones, they treated him like a monster—his family, teachers, and every girl he crushed on. They screamed and ran away. They persecuted him before he spoke a word. Before he could say hello, our parents thought he’d be a bad influence. Our teachers labeled him as the class bully before he stepped through the door.
They treated him like a monster, so that was what he became.
But I knew the truth—Crusher was a freaking romantic and big Disney musical fiend. He had three stuffed dwarfs that he slept with and if he couldn’t find them, he wouldn’t go to sleep. But he loved romantic comedies and had dragged me to the theater with him on restless nights. He’d also experienced the worst thing a child could ever deal with, but he’d dealt with it. . .in his way. Better yet, maybe the world hadn’t made him a monster. Maybe that day at Disney World had done it.
What the fuck am I thinking about that day for? Jesus. My head is all over the place. I need to meditate more. Shit.
I looked at the big guy. “What are you smiling about?”
Crusher swooned. “You want her in your bed.”
“Take the smile off of your fucking face and bunk in the other room. I want you close to me just in case something goes off. Make sure at least five men are downstairs and ten outside.”
Crusher frowned. “Spend the night? But my dwarfs?”
“They’re in the bedroom. Fuji grabbed them from your place.”
The dwarves weren’t a secret. Everyone knew he slept with them. And frankly, what man would tease Crusher and think they would continue to breathe?
“Okay.” He nodded, but kept that smile on his face as he started to sing, Can You Feel the Love Tonight.
Jesus!
Chapter 10
Mary Jane
A man with halitosis goes to a doctor and says,
“My dear doctor, see how my uvula has descended?”
When the guy opens his mouth, the doctor turns away and says,
“It’s not that your uvula has descended; the problem is that your anus has ascended.”
–Philogelos (The Laughter Lover)
On the ride back to Noah’s loft, I had the oddest dream.
In a black and white world, Noah and I rode in his limo. He held my phone in his hand as my ex, Harrold, continued to send threats repeatedly. Every second, the phone buzzed, another threat appeared on the screen and Noah’s face grew angrier.
“Don’t kill him,” I begged. “Maybe just break his fingers or something.”
“You’re turning into a little mafia wife.”
“Not funny.”
Laughing, he stuck my phone in his pocket and pierced me with his eyes. “Pull your dress up and open your legs. I’ve got other ways to hurt him.”
My breath caught in my throat. “Is that an order?”
“So, you need another lesson?” He moved away from me and I instantly hated it. Reaching under my seat he pulled out a tiny white box containing hand cuffs. “Raise your hands above your head. And yes, that is an order.”
“What?”
Instead of growling or barking the order again at me, he licked his lips and whispered, “Please.”
I couldn’t help but oblige. I’d watched a house full of armed men fear him. I’d seen women grab their children and race away, because he walked into their vicinity. I’d confirmed that he was, in fact, a beast. And now, he gazed at me with desire pooling in his eyes and whispering, “Please.”
So, I did. I raised my hands in the air and let him handcuff me to a tiny pole behind the seat.
“You handcuff people back here, often?” I asked.
“Are you sure you want the answer to that question?”
Sighing, I shook my head. “No. I guess not.”
He took out another set of cuffs, spread my legs and inch-by-inch, nudged my dress to the center of my thighs. My body grew aroused immediately—everything woke up. My arousal dripped from my folds down to my thighs. So creamy. I got so wet for him. Every inch of my flesh throbbed. I really wanted him to pull out his cock, like he’d done earlier. No logic reigned in my head.
I craved him. Desired and yearned for him to be inside of me hard and out of control. I had to have him all over me, rubbing and bucking, stroking and fucking me raw.
Then he lowered himself to the flo
or, dropping to his knees. Slowly, he slipped his fingertips along my ankles and one-by-one, handcuffed them to hooks installed on the limo floor.
“Are you scared?” he asked.
“Not yet. What are you going to do?”
“I’m going to do naughty things to your pussy and mind. I just haven’t decided which one I’m going to start fucking first.” With both of my ankles and wrists cuffed, he stayed on the floor, guided my dress up to my hips, and exposed all of me. There was nothing left hidden from him. My sex tingled in anticipation.
He blew and warmth coasted across my flesh.
I moaned, “Please.”
“Please, what?”
“Please, lick my pussy?”
In a blur, he parted my wet lips with his fingers and circled over and over around my clit. Grunting like a thirsty man, he lapped at my center, licking and drinking between my thighs. So nasty, he emptied me.
“Oh, shit.” I rocked my hips. Out of control. Teetering over the edge. I was already close to coming and he hadn’t even been down there long.
“Fuck.” My low moans came between panted breaths. “Yes. Yes. Yes.”
I was no longer happy that my hands and legs were cuffed. I wanted to touch his cock and ram it into me. I yearned to grab the back of his head and hump the shit out of his tongue. I needed my hands to return the favor—jacking his big length off rapidly and paying undivided attention to the tip.
The limo parked. The driver’s side slammed.
And all I cared about was gyrating my center to that magical tongue. I’d forgotten where we were going or why. All I wanted was this burning pleasure to endure forever. Never cease.
“Noah,” I moaned.
“Yes.” He kissed those wet lips. “Say my name again.”
I panted. “Noah.”
“I’m going to have you saying that all night and in the morning, too.” He raised his hands to my breasts and yanked the top down, tearing the sides. My breasts spilled out, bouncing and bobbing around his face.
“Ripe fucking fruit.” He dove for them with his mouth dripping with my arousal. His blue eyes no longer were ice cold. They flushed with lust. He looked like an old, dirty man who had stumbled onto a porno set filming an orgy of lesbians. Wetting my breasts, he licked my plump mounds, sucking on my nipples like a goddamned grown ass baby. Suckling and milking them.
“Oh, fuck, Noah!”
A knock came from the window. The person waited and knocked again.
Noah groaned in pure agony, probably pissed he didn’t have his cock deep inside of me.
Crusher’s hoarse voice sounded. “Boss, we got him.”
Who? What? Where are we? Oh, fuck. Wait a minute. He’s talking about Harrold.
“Noah, let’s just go.” I shook my head, regretting that my hands and ankles were restrained. “Harrold is bluffing. Probably. Just—”
“No.” Noah took off his jacket and laid it across my chest, hiding my breasts. “Harrold came right on time.” He moved between my legs, as if shielding my pussy. “Open the door, Crusher, and throw him in.”
“What?” the handcuffs clinked as I tried to free my hands. “Are you crazy?”
“Trust me, Mary Jane.” He placed his fingers between my thighs and toyed with my throbbing bud. “Remember what I told you? You’re safe with me.”
“But—”
The door opened and a scared shitless Harrold was shoved in. Bruises covered his bottom lip and right eye. He rolled onto the limo’s floor, almost hitting Noah’s feet. I tried to focus on what was happening, but Noah continued playing with my pussy, pushing two fingers in and out, driving me crazy.
Oh, fuck. I can’t concentrate. Shit.
I had no idea what was going through Noah’s mind. Had he lost all sense?
“Sit down over there, Harrold.” Noah shut the door with his free hand, keeping Crusher outside of the limo. For some unknown reason, Crusher began singing musicals.
What the hell? Is that. . .A Whole New World?
I didn’t care anymore, because Noah’s other hand began to work my pussy. Oh, God the things he did to my clit had to be illegal in most countries. Rubbing and caressing. Flickering and then, twisting my bud tenderly.
Moans ripped from my throat.
“Oh, my God.” Harrold’s bottom lip quivered. “Who are you, people?”
Finger fucking me, Noah remained on his knees and between my legs. I couldn’t fucking believe it. Had he lost all sense of decency? Even worse, regardless of my handcuffs, I didn’t want to stop him. His hands carnal. Desire boiled over every inch of me. I wanted his cock and it might’ve been wrong and crazy, but I didn’t care who saw him fucking me. Not Harrold. Not Crusher. Not anyone.
He’d been right before. I didn’t have to be afraid around him. What could any man do around Noah, but watch and wish they were him? No one would touch me, no matter if I was naked or clothed. No one would tell others. I got the feeling that Noah expected privacy and silent mouths.
Noah didn’t bother turning Harrold’s way. His eyes lingered on me while he continued driving me crazy. Wet sloshing sounds carried throughout the vehicle. Even my ex stared my way, and I could’ve sworn, longing pooled in his eyes.
“Harrold, I see why you’ve been texting her today.” Noah pulled away his jacket and exposed my lovely breasts. “I’m sure you’re hurting. I don’t know what I would do if I couldn’t touch these lovely nipples again.” His tongue stroked one and I shuddered.
“W-what is going on?” Harrold stuttered.
I was ashamed to say it, but like a horn ball, I rocked into Noah’s hand, crazy for that pleasured release. What the fuck had gone wrong with me? Some thug, I just met, massaged me all the way down to my core while my ex watched, like an envious bastard from the other side of the limo, and all I could do was focus on the orgasm rising within me.
Outside of the limo, Crusher continued listening to a few other songs similar to ones I sang when I was a kid.
Is that from Little Mermaid? No way.
Noah showed no signs of embarrassment and his ice-cold, blue gaze never wavered from my face. “You miss her? Don’t you, Harrold?”
“Please, let me go,” Harrold cried. “I can’t watch this.”
“I couldn’t either, if I was you.” Noah moved his hand away and backed up a little, exposing my wet, creamy pussy to Harrold. “This is the problem. I’d planned on killing you, because of that threat that you sent to her phone.”
Harrold shrieked.
“And then. . .well. . .you must know how annoying she is. She made that cute face that she always makes and I got all worried that killing you was a bad idea or something.”
“Yes.” Harrold bobbed his head over and over. “Very bad idea.”
“But I want to hurt you.” Noah traced my wet folds with his index finger. I wanted him to touch me more, as I raised my bottom in the air to meet him, but he persisted in teasing me. “What’s fucked up about all of this, Harrold, is that you took a picture she produced for you, because she cared for you, and when you didn’t get your way, you decide to use it against her.”
Noah moved his hands away and kissed both of my thighs very slowly. “Breaking your legs or punching your face wouldn’t have been enough. And she’s restricted me from killing you. However, there are always other ways to hurt you.”
“I-I learned my l-lesson.” Harrold tried not to look at my breasts or between my legs, but in the end, he couldn’t help it.
“No, Harrold. The lesson is just beginning.” Noah leaned down and licked my sex.
I erupted into uncontrollable moans. “Oh, Noah.”
“I don’t want to watch this,” Harrold cried. “Oh, please. No.”
My ex covered his eyes and opened them again, because he was too perverted to blind himself from my pussy.
“Have you ever made her moan like this?” Noah forced his tongue inside of me and I howled over and over, riding the fuck out of his wet tongue.
No
ah pulled back, licked his lips, and whispered, “Goddamn, you’re delicious.”
I raised my bottom up from the seat, trying to rub up against something. “Please. Please.”
“What do you want, sweetie?”
“Anything,” I moaned. “Your cock. Your fingers. Your tongue.”
“Okay,” Noah whispered. “First, you have to do something for me. Look at Harrold and talk shit to him.”
“What the fuck?” I blinked.
Noah returned to my pussy, burying his face into my folds, and pumping me with his tongue.
Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God. What do I do? Look at Harrold or something. Oh, God. Say something. Oh, God. Fuck.
Pleasure almost blinded my view, but I turned to my ex anyway, to keep Noah from ever stopping. Just so he would keep that tongue doing more than my ex’s dick had ever done.
Tears spilled out of Harrold’s eyes. It was fucked up, but that turned me on. He mouthed the word, whore and I didn’t feel bad for him anymore.
You’re lucky I’m close to coming or I would beat the shit out of you. That’s okay. Like Noah said, there’s other ways to hurt someone.
“You’ll never get this pussy again, Harrold.” I gyrated into Noah’s face. A fucking gangster. The top dog in the yard. A man that people ran from. And here I was grinding my creamy center all over his mouth and chin like a queen. It didn’t matter that my wrists and ankles were handcuffed, I owned Noah.
“No.” Harrold covered his ears. “No.”
“You want this pussy?” I wiggled my breasts. “You miss it?”
Giving up, Harrold fisted his hands in his laps. Which made me see his leg and realize that he had a hard-on that he could do nothing about.
