by Silk Smooth
I stood at the top of the stairs and watched as Honey went into his office and closed the door. He was on his cell phone, but I couldn’t hear a word he was saying. All I heard was laughter, and I was slightly taken aback that he hadn’t come to see what was up with me first. He knew I had been here for the past few days by myself. I thought he was in California, but according to Chyna, he wasn’t. Plus, I had only spoken to him twice in the past three days. Honey had always made it his business to call me three or four times a day. Something was definitely up.
Trying to show him some respect, I knocked on the door before entering his office. When I walked in, he was still on his cell phone, but he put his finger on his lips as a gesture for me to be quiet. I sat on the couch and crossed my legs. As I waited for him to end his business call, I checked him out in his baggy jeans and red, V-neck T-shirt that hugged his muscles. The tats on his strong arms were on display, and the color red went well with his smooth, dark chocolate complexion. The trimmed hair on his chin made him look sexy as fuck! My pussy already started to do a little dance for him, but before that bitch got too excited, I had to find out what was up with him and the pregnant chick.
Whoever Honey was talking to must’ve been working his nerves, because he kept sighing and raising his brows. His locs had grown past his shoulders, but he had them pulled back into a ponytail. Seeing that I was getting impatient with his phone call, he finally put it to an end.
“Get at me a li’l later about that shit,” he said to the caller. “Until then, hold it down and don’t let that nigga out of your sight.”
Honey nodded, and a few seconds later, he laid his cell phone on the desk.
“Sorry about that,” he said. “I had to take care of a problem that was brewing.”
“No problem, but I have a little problem that’s brewin’, too. Maybe you can help me resolve my issue as quickly as possible.”
Honey got up and came over to where I was. He bent down to give me a peck on the lips then he pulled me up from the couch so he could sit down and I could sit on his lap.
“Let’s hear it,” he said. “Tell me about this problem you have.”
I looked him in the eyes, just so I could see if he would lie to me when I started to question him. “Where were you yesterday?” I asked.
His eyes remained connected with mine and didn’t shift. “I was in California until early afternoon. I came here to take care of some business, but as you can see, it took me awhile to handle some things. I couldn’t get here until now.”
“You know I don’t really get into all that shit you and Mama got goin’ on behind closed doors, but I have a feelin’ that this business you talkin’ about ain’t got nothin’ to do with her. Am I wrong?”
This time, Honey’s eyes shifted to the right then back at me. “You’re right, but we don’t need to get into this right now, do we? I haven’t seen you in several days and I thought we could hang out tonight at the club. A friend of mine is having a party, so do you feel like going or what?”
“I’m not sure yet, because here’s the deal. Chyna saw you with a pregnant bitch yesterday. Are you goin’ to tell me what’s up with that, or do I need to make some phone calls and find out who this chick is myself?”
Honey licked his lips and slowed his hands as they rubbed my thighs. “Her name is Shay. She’s six months pregnant, but I don’t know if the baby is mine or not. She say it is, but I know she been fucking with a lot of niggas who live on her block. All I did yesterday was meet up with her to see what was up.”
I got off Honey’s lap and walked away. Shania wasn’t even a year old yet, and there he was, already making more babies. We had been trying to do this relationship thing for quite some time. I at least thought Honey would be smart enough to use condoms when he was out there fucking with these bitches, and if Shay had been with other niggas, why go up in that shit raw?
“I have so much that I could say to you right now, but I’m not goin’ there with you,” I said. “Since you decided to stroll up in here this mornin’, I take it that you spent the night with her.”
“I stayed at Maurice’s crib, waiting on a drop to come. I was only with Shay for about an hour, if that.”
I glared at Honey, then walked to the door and opened it. He wasn’t about to get me to act a goddamn fool about this pregnant bitch, or about him not coming home and not calling me. My gut already told me something wasn’t adding up, and I never trusted shit he said, especially not when I trusted my instincts more.
Thing is, situations like these were hard. Whenever you had a nigga who you knew loved you, who protected you, and who took care of your financial needs, this shit was difficult to walk away from. I couldn’t always trip off everything that didn’t add up, and, sometimes, I had to take Honey’s word for shit, even though I didn’t want to. I often found myself trying to pick and choose my battles with him. I didn’t know if the child was his or not, so until I knew for sure, this wasn’t a battle I was willing to have with him. I did take issue with the nigga going up in hoes without a condom on, but my solution to that problem was simple. If he didn’t want to use one with them, he would have to use one with me.
Seething with anger that I had learned to hide very well, I went into the kitchen to get something to drink. I opened the fridge, and when I reached for the orange juice, I felt Honey standing behind me, pressing his dick against my ass. He planted a trail of soft kisses along my neck and wrapped his arms around my waist.
“I know you’re upset with me, ma, but you ain’t got no reason to be mad. Do you think my dick would really be this hard right now, if it was sitting pretty in another pussy all night? Come on, baby, you know better than that, don’t you?”
I turned around to face Honey. His jeans were already unzipped, and I could see his hard dick stretching the fabric of his briefs, trying to escape. I reached down and carefully pulled his dick out so I could see it. I examined it first, making sure there was no leftover glaze to be seen. There wasn’t, so I wrapped my hand around his meat and squeezed it.
Honey thought I was massaging it, until I added more pressure and locked his shit with a tight grip. His face twisted and he bit down on his lip.
“Fuck,” he shouted and squeezed my wrist. As he pinched my skin, it caused me to grip his dick harder. “Let it go! Now!”
I held a smirk on my face and dealt with the pain of him pinching my wrist. In no way did it cause me more harm that what I was doing to him.
“The next time you stick this muthafucka in another bitch, wrap yo’ shit up, nigga. If you give me any goddamn diseases, I swear I’m gon’ cut this shit off and flush it down the damn toilet. Got it?”
By now, Honey was squeezing his eyes together, trying to pull away from me. When I let go of his dick, his eyes shot open. He held his dick and rubbed it. “Ahhhhh,” he said, looking relieved.
As he soothed the pain with his hands, I inched away from him, then broke out running. I knew he was coming after me, I just wasn’t sure if that was a good or bad thing.
By the time I reached the third step, Honey had caught up with me. He grabbed my ankle, but I kicked my feet, trying to keep him at a distance.
“Yo’ ass ain’t going nowhere,” he said. “Come here!”
He yanked me down one step, but I swung my feet and karate kicked him right in the chin. That caused him to release my ankle, so I flew up a few more stairs before he grabbed my silk robe from the back, tearing it off me. This time, he grabbed both of my ankles, and I went crashing down at the top of the stairs. My knees burned from the carpet, and as I lay on my stomach, Honey stood over me. He removed his black leather belt that barely held up his sagging jeans. Making me pay for what I’d done to him, he slapped my ass with the belt real hard, causing it to sting.
“Ouch,” I yelled out and covered my ass with my hand.
“You should have known better than to do some shit like that,” he said. “Now that ass gon’ have to pay, and you gon’ need to put some fo
r-real healing on my dick.”
I tried to crawl away, but Honey dropped to his knees and straddled my back so I couldn’t move.
“Get up,” I strained to say. “You’re too heavy.”
“So. And I’m not getting up until you tell me you’re sorry and that you love me.”
I pursed my lips and dealt with the pain of Honey being on my back. He started to pounce on me, and when my back started to hurt more, I grunted out loudly.
“Say it,” he said.
Still getting nothing out of me but grunts, he jumped up and quickly removed his jeans. Of course I wanted him to fuck me, but I continued to play hard to get. As I crawled a few inches away, he slapped my ass with the belt again.
“Would you stop that shit?” I said, frowning. “That damn belt hurts.”
“You think I don’t know that? It’s supposed to hurt. Now you see how I felt. It’s healing time, ma, so put up and shut up.”
Honey pulled me back to the top of the stairs, and as he kneeled on the third step, he lifted me off my stomach and on my knees.
“Hike that ass in the air,” he said. “I haven’t tasted your pussy in several days, and I’m real hungry.”
I bent far over, exposing my shaved, pretty slit to him. My clit poked through my slit, and as Honey balanced himself on the steps, he massaged my ass cheeks then pulled them far apart. I felt his fingers dip inside of me. He flickered them in a come here motion, and I could hear my pussy getting ready to clown. My head slumped and I shut my eyes.
“You wet enough,” Honey said. “But I don’t know if you want my dick first or my tongue action. Which one?”
Both were very satisfying, so either way, he couldn’t go wrong. All I did was reach back and pull my right ass cheek further away from the left.
“It don’t matter, baby. Just get in there, please.”
Honey pulled out his fingers, bringing along a healthy amount of my juices that slowly trickled down my legs. I felt his thick tongue circle my clit, and then he slithered that sucker so far up in me that I started to rock my body against his face.
“Yo . . . you gon’ make me cum,” I said, curling my toes and squeezing my fist. His tongue flicked faster. “Daaamn, Honey, why you doin’ this shit?”
His mouth was filled with good pussy, so he couldn’t answer me. I rocked faster, but as I neared an orgasm, Honey released his tongue and filled me with his dick. I had already reneged on the deal with the condom, but I promised myself that this would be the last time he would enter me without it.
For the next several minutes, our bodies rocked perfectly together, even while in the awkward position that we were in on the steps. Honey turned me out, and he was so deep inside of me that his balls slapped my ass with a sweet kiss behind each thrust. I could barely catch my breath because of the fast pace, and the sweat from his forehead started to drip on me. My pussy was taking a severe beating, but I loved every single bit of it.
As I neared an orgasm, I told Honey what he wanted to hear. “I . . . I’m sorry for squeezin’ this good dick, baby, and you know I loooove yo’ black ass. Me and this pussy love the fuck out of you, and we hooked on you like a mutha!”
Honey gripped my hips and tightened his muscular ass as he released his excitement inside of me. He didn’t dare move, but I did. I threw my ass back to him so fast that I almost made him fall back on the steps. So weak in the moment, he stumbled backward, but held on to the rail to catch himself from falling.
“You are determined to kill me, ain’t you?” he said. This time, he slapped my ass with his hand and eased his limp, wet dick out of me. “Ahhhh, what a relief. You did good, ma, real good.”
I turned around and sat on the top stair, facing him. “So did you, and even though I’m not mad at you anymore, would you please do me a favor?”
Honey moved forward to kiss me. “Anything. Right about now, you can ask me for anything.”
“Would you please start usin’ condoms from now on when we have sex? I know that dick of yours is nasty and I don’t want no parts of it without a condom.”
By the look in Honey’s narrowed eyes, something told me to run. I did, but this time, he caught up with me in our bed. He fell on top of me, swearing up and down that he would never use a condom with me.
“Take it or leave it, the choice is yours,” he said. “And just so you know, I do be using condoms when I go do my thing. With Shay, the condom came off. That’s why I’m not sure about the baby.”
“I don’t believe you, but as long as you’re out doin’ your so-called thing, I hope you’re good with me doin’ my thing too. I just want to be sure, because it’s not fair for you to do you, yet you got a problem with me doin’ me.”
Honey washed the smirk off his face and got serious. “You are doing you by being with me and only me. I don’t want you with no one else, Karrine, and I mean that shit. You ain’t got to get down like I do, and the truth is, I don’t get down with as many bitches as I used to. I’m not saying that I’ve stopped cold turkey, but it ain’t nothing like what it used to be. Give a nigga a little credit. I’m trying to be down with only you, and in due time I will.”
See, this was my fault because I gave the okay for the open relationship bullshit. And even though the relationship was open, my legs remained closed to every nigga, with the exception of Honey. He had this shit under control, and I didn’t like it one bit. I knew that things had to change because no nigga should ever be allowed to have this much control.
After Honey’s dick finally settled down, he left to go to Maurice’s party. I told him that I didn’t want to go, but after sitting around at home doing nothing, I decided to put on some clothes and check out of here.
Before I left, I called Mama to check on Shania. Mama didn’t answer the phone, so I left a message, telling her to call me back.
On my way to the club, I rocked some silver ankle leggings that looked painted on my light skin. My peep-toe metallic high heels sparkled with glitter, and the sleeveless jacket I wore was cut right underneath my breasts, revealing my bare midriff. I put on my new MAC lashes, and added shine to my short hair that had grown a bit and now swooped across my forehead. My sweet Nicki Minaj perfume was killing it, and so was I.
I couldn’t wait to have some fun tonight, and I hadn’t been to a club since Chyna, Simone, and me had gotten into trouble. I wanted to call them to see if they wanted to go out with me, but I knew that was a bad move. We’d all been staying out of trouble, and there was something about when we got together that gave us a need to show our asses. Our little meetings at Applebee’s on Fridays were enough, and that was our opportunity to give each other the scoop about what had been going on in our lives.
From the outside, I could tell the club was already thick with a bunch of bitches and niggas. Since the line outside of the door was wrapped around the building, I parked my car in a lot where they charged twenty dollars. I tossed back a few swigs of Patrón and smoked some Kush before getting out of the car. Alcohol always helped me get my sexy on, and with a slightly blurred vision, I swished my hips from side to side, making my way to the door.
“Daaaang, that bitch fine,” one nigga said as he nudged his friends, telling them to turn around. I just kept it moving, listening to the whistles, while another dude yelled for me to “come here.”
Having a little clout, I saw one of Honey’s boys working the front door. At first, he didn’t recognize me, but when I mentioned Honey he snapped his finger.
“Yeah, I know who you are now. Come on. You can gon’ ahead and go in there.”
Hoes in line started hating. They were rolling their eyes and whispering about the bad bitch I was. Again, I didn’t trip. What I learned from being in the club was that you had to keep your mouth clamped shut, or else you could find yourself getting fucked up by a gang of bitches that you didn’t even know.
I stepped inside and was hit with loud hip-hop music that blasted throughout the joint. Spinning colorful lights hung from above,
and there were plenty of partygoers getting it in on the hardwood dance floor. TVs were mounted on the wall, displaying images of certain people in the club so you could see who was there. It was muggy and hot as hell. After being there for five minutes, I started to sweat. I looked around for Honey, but already knew that he and his crew got down VIP style, so I looked around to find it.
As I sashayed through the crowd, I saw stairs that led to the upper level. Many people were up there looking down, and when I spotted Honey’s barber, I figured he was somewhere up there. My heel touched the bottom stair, but a bouncer with a thick neck and deep voice stopped me.
“You can’t go up there,” he said with his arms folded, blocking me.
“I’m a guest for the party, and I was invited by Honey.”
The bouncer looked me over, then moved aside to let me go up the burgundy-carpeted stairs. As my heels sunk into the plush carpet, I could hear much laughter and several dudes beefing about a basketball game. The music was just as loud upstairs, and the first person I saw was Honey. He was sitting at a square booth, surrounded by several bitches, while two niggas sat nearby. One light-bright bitch was twirling her fingers through his locs, and as my eyes shifted underneath the table, where I could see Honey’s hand on her upper thigh. Everyone at the table was all smiles, and there were plenty of bottles of alcohol and Kush on the table.
From a distance, I watched. I watched Honey’s hand creep slowly up the chick’s thigh, but she crossed her legs so his hand couldn’t go further. They smiled at each other, and when I saw her move closer to kiss him, I strutted forward.
