Black Pearl: a BBW, BWWM, Alpha Male romance

by Tiffany Patterson

  “Nikola.” Devyn moaned as she began to work her hips on his cock.

  Needing to feel more of her, Nikola reached down and ripped her panties off her. At Devyn’s gasp he told her he would buy her more. He probably owed her a few hundred dollars’ worth of underwear considering all the panties he tore off her, anxious to get inside her. He reached down and began stroking her clit and Devyn clutched his shoulders tightly. Inserting one finger, then two, Nikola worked her pussy over, getting her good and ready for his cock. Devyn moved her hips and ground her pussy on his fingers.

  “That’s it baby. Work my pussy for me.” He let his thumb massage her clit as he sucked on her nipple. Within seconds he felt her thighs tremble and her muscles clench as her orgasm rocked through her. He removed his fingers and put them to her lips.

  “Clean them,” he commanded.

  She opened her mouth and licked and sucked all her juices off his fingers. Nikola removed his fingers from her mouth and replaced them with his tongue. He kissed her with the all passion he’d been unable to release over the last week. As he kissed her, he felt Devyn’s hands slide down to unbuckle his belt and pants. He lifted his hips to help her move his pants down, and his thick erection sprang outward. Devyn’s hand moved to stroke his length. She backed off his hips and went to her knees.

  “I want to taste you.”

  She dipped her head and circled his cock with her mouth. Nikola threw his head back onto the couch as soon as her warm breath made contact with his erection. He let his hand reach for the back of her head and guided her as she bobbed up and down on his cock. He felt her reach to massage his heavy sacks and he let out a curse. She licked him from stem to the tip and he knew he was close. He wanted to cum inside her.

  Pulling her up off his cock, he guided her to straddle his waist. “I need to come inside you.”

  He said before positioning his cock at her entrance and pushing up as she sank down on him. They both let out a loud groan. Nikola gripped her waist tightly as Devyn began to ride him with abandon. He sat back on the couch and watched her as her breasts bounced up and down, with her eyes closed and mouth parted in silent a scream. He missed that look of passion for the last week. He began pumping meeting her stroke for stroke. Devyn squeezed her pussy muscles and his eruption was automatic.

  “Devyn… fuck!”

  “Nikola!” She screamed as her orgasm hit her. She jerked and shivered as she came. Finally spent, she collapsed onto his shoulder to catch her breath. Nikola stroked her damp back in a soothing motion. A few minutes later she sat up.

  “Welcome back,” she said around a vibrant smile.

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “It’s good to be back.” He pressed a kiss to her lips.

  “I didn’t know you were an Evanescence fan,” he said referring to the music that played. Devyn looked up as if she just realized the music was still on.

  “Yup. Fallen is one of my favorite albums.”

  “Mine too,” he said standing up with her still impaled on him and legs wrapped around his waist.

  “Let’s take a shower.”

  That night, they ate the roasted chicken and vegetables Devyn was preparing for his return the next day.

  Nikola told her about the business meetings he had been in and new deals he was considering. She told him about her week and hiking with Mercedes. Nikola agreed to a double date with her friend Mercedes and her latest boyfriend. He knew Devyn had another performance this weekend, and he agreed to going out to an early dinner beforehand. He looked forward to meeting her best friend.

  * * * *

  “Your girl is hot!” Mercedes whispered leaning across the table to Nikola. He smiled.

  “I know.” Devyn was on stage performing to Celia Cruz’s La Negra Tiene Tumbao again. Nikola thought back to the first time he saw her perform this very same act. That was more than two months ago and he never got tired of seeing her perform. Although she only performed two or three times a month, she would often practice a new song or routine for him. He even attended one of her practices, but Mercedes had been away on business. They had dinner earlier in the evening at a Thai restaurant. There, Nikola met Mercedes and her boyfriend Quince, who seemed nice, but quiet. Devyn told him on the drive over that Mercedes wasn’t really into him anymore and she’d probably move on soon, so not to get used to him.

  “You know she’s been through a lot of bullshit right?” Mercedes asked bluntly.

  Nikola raised an eyebrow and nodded. “I do.”

  He knew she was referring to Devyn’s ex. Devyn still hadn’t told him the whole story about her ex, but from what he gathered, he wasn’t a good guy at all.

  “Then you know she doesn’t need any more bullshit.”

  He pinned her with an unflinching stare. “I know that too.”

  He understood her meaning. She was warning him against hurting her friend.

  “Good. Just so we’re clear.” Mercedes stood and smiled at him before heading back to get ready for her performance, leaving Nikola alone at the table. Quince said he had to be up early in the morning and parted with them after dinner. Mercedes didn’t seem to care all that much. Nikola focused on the rest of Devyn’s performance, stomping and clapping with the rest of the audience when she gave them a bow and blew a kiss before exiting the stage.

  “What’d you think?” Devyn came from backstage a few minutes later, dressed in a long black silk robe.

  “You were wonderful as usual,” he gushed, pulling her onto his lap and kissing her.

  “Mercedes is next. I wanted to watch her with you. She’s phenomenal,” she said excitedly, draping an arm around his shoulders and nestling into his embrace.

  A minute later Mistress Coco came out and announced Mercedes to the stage. Mercedes emerged behind two large white feathers, one held in each hand. The opening words of Nina Simone’s Feeling Good began to play and Mercedes fanned her feathers. She glided across the stage and strutted to the music, discarding first the feathers, then the long shimmery dress. The song was a short one, so her performance was rather short, but nonetheless great. Devyn sat up and whistled and clapped louder than anyone. Nikola laughed at her excitement.

  “Didn’t I tell you she was great?!” She exclaimed.

  Nikola looked at her, admiring the fact that although he’d just seen her best friend, damn near naked she wasn’t concerned or insecure. She was supportive. He hugged her tighter.

  “She was good, but you’re still my favorite performer,” Devyn giggled as he placed feather light kisses on her neck. She moved out of his hold and stood.

  “I’m going to go change and be back in a few.” As she walked away, Nikola stared at her back. Damn, I love her. That singular thought washed over him. The realization sank in and he slumped back in his chair at the power of his realization. He was in love with Devyn Williams. The woman he desired from afar for nearly three years had stolen his heart. And he wasn’t all that sure he cared to have it back. Nikola dated many women in the past and he’d been involved in some serious relationships. He even believed he was in love with a few women, but he never felt anything like this. Devyn’s happiness had become as important to him as his own. She was his first thought in the morning and his last thought before he fell asleep. After two months of dating, he couldn’t comfortably sleep in his own bed unless she was there with him. He was in love and he was happy with this knowledge.

  Nikola decided to wait on telling Devyn the magnitude of his feelings for her. He didn’t want to scare her off. He suspected she might be fearful of any serious commitment due to her asshole ex, but Nikola wasn’t going anywhere. He stood to stretch his legs as he waited, and walked over to the bar. On his way back he saw a medium sized dark haired man speaking with Mistress Coco. Nikola would have minded his business, but the man mentioned Black Pearl and he had Nikola’s full attention.

  “She’s a beauty and only to have been dancing for a year. She’s would be a great addition to our group.”

  “S
he is one of a kind.” Nikola overheard Mistress Coco say.

  “Would you be able to introduce us? I would love to ask her about her plans for the future.”

  Nikola’s fists tightened at his sides. He looked at the man. He had long dark hair that was slicked back, a worn leather jacket and jeans. Besides the informal wear, something about the man’s face told Nikola not to trust him. If Nikola had learned anything from his father it had been to trust his instincts. This lesson had only been reinforced throughout his military career. He’d gotten his team out of some pretty harrowing situations because of listening to his instincts. So when his instincts told him not to trust this man who was talking about the woman Nikola loved, he went with those instincts. Waiting for Mistress Coco to walk away, Nikola approached the man.

  Without any preamble he laid it out. “She’s not interested,” he said sternly.

  “I’m sorry? Who–?” Nikola cut him off.

  “Black Pearl. Whatever you want with her – she is not interested. Don’t bother her.”

  “And you’re her manager?”

  Nikola stepped closer. “Who I am doesn’t matter. She’s not interested in whatever you want with her.” Nikola saw the man attempt to counter, and stepped even closer.

  “Black Pearl is mine. Don’t contact her. Leave her alone,” Nikola looked the man square in the eye. “Or you’ll regret it.”

  The man wisely chose to step back his face contorting to resignation.

  “Hey, man I don’t want any problems. I’ll leave her alone,” he said raising his hands in surrender, before turning and walking away. Nikola eyed the man as he walked out of the door. A few minutes later when Devyn showed up, he grabbed her hand and dragged her out of the club. He needed to get home and inside of her.

  Chapter 23

  Devyn entered Nikola’s condo after getting off work. Devyn finally conceded and chose to ride with Nikola to the office most mornings. She was practically living with him, only spending one night or so a week at her apartment. Ordinarily Nikola would wait for her or vice versa, and drive back to his place. Tonight, Nikola had a late meeting with a few clients, so he told her not to expect him until late.

  Devyn decided to use her time to wash and style her hair and then check her personal emails. Devyn sat at the large vanity Nikola purchased for her to use. She thought back on the conversation that caused him to buy the vanity. One day after she spent the night at his place, he asked her if she had cut her hair. Devyn had washed her hair and decided to let it air dry.

  Confused at his question, she asked why he thought she’d cut her hair. He noted the length difference and Devyn began laughing. She realized he wasn’t familiar with Afro-textured hair. That was the beginning of Devyn explaining terms like “shrinkage,” the need for regular deep conditioning, and why she needed to sleep on a satin pillowcase or scarf. After that conversation, Devyn returned to Nikola’s condo a few days later to find a large vanity set stocked with all her haircare needs. She smiled and shook her head at the memory.

  Pulling out her iPad, Devyn turned it on to check her personal emails. Today, had been an extremely busy day at the office, and she worked straight through lunch, which is when she usually checked her personal email account. Opening her email she saw a few emails from her mother and sister. One showed off her three-year-old nephew, Isaiah, at soccer practice. The ache in her heart grew at how much she missed her family. Devyn made a mental note to schedule a visit with them soon. She wondered if Nikola would be interested in going with her. He often asked about them, and even spoke to both over the phone and some Skype conversations.

  Scrolling down she saw an email from an address she didn’t recognize. Thinking it was spam that somehow got through her filter, she went to delete it, but something stopped her. The email address ‘ThomasMan23’ made her pause. She knew even before she opened it this email was from Marcus. With the last name Thomas and the number 23—his old college basketball number, she knew he created a new email address to contact her since she blocked all his others avenues of contacting her via the phone or internet. Opening the email, a knot formed in the pit of her stomach as she read the short message:

  You really want to talk to me.

  The cryptic message caused Devyn’s heart rate to speed up. She didn’t want to look any further, fearing what she would see, but knowing she needed to see the rest. Hesitantly, Devyn scrolled down the email and immediately gasped, bringing her hand to cover her mouth.

  Tears formed in Devyn’s eyes as she stared at a picture of her, on her knees performing fellatio on Marcus.

  The picture looked like a screenshot of a video, which Devyn knew she never consented to. Her hands began to shake as she continued to stare at the picture. She recognized the threat for what it was. Marcus was threatening to release this picture, or video, or whoever knows how many videos he had of her in their most private moments. Tears ran down her face. She knew she couldn’t get him to release these pictures or put them online.

  As a burlesque dancer she understood she willingly consented to having her body on display for her audience she performed for. But these pictures were different. She did not consent to having her private moments with a man she thought loved her, put on display for the world to see. Bile rose in her throat and she ran to the bathroom emptying the contents of her stomach into the toilet. Sitting on the tiled floor, she wondered what Marcus wanted. Why was he doing this to her? They hadn’t even been together for a year and a half. She knew there was only one person who could give her those answers. For a brief moment she considered telling Nikola but her shame and embarrassment stopped her. She would handle this on her own.

  With shaky fingers, Devyn hit the unblock button for Marcus’ number and pressed call.

  “I see you got my message.” Devyn closed her eyes and pressed her hand to her stomach willing herself not to vomit again at the sound of his voice. He truly disgusted her.

  “What do you want?” She said in a voice just above a whisper.

  “That’s all I get? ‘What do I want?’” What did he expect?

  His actions and the pleasure she heard in his voice let her know he was enjoying causing her pain. She shook her head at her naiveté in ever thinking he was a good person.

  “Marcus, please don’t do this,” she begged trying to reason with him, but knew it was futile. Hearing herself beg him caused another wave of bile to rise, but she pushed it down.

  “Oh now it’s ‘Marcus please don’t do this.’ What happened to ‘leave me alone Marcus’? Huh? Where did tough-girl-Devyn go? She’s not so big and bad now, right?” He laughed getting off on the pain he was causing her.

  “You think your rich boyfriend’s gonna stick by you with your pussy on display for the world? Just think of the shame it would bring to his perfect little life. He’ll drop you quicker than you can say the word ‘whore.’” Devyn’s legs went weak and she fell down on the bed.

  She knew Nikola couldn’t afford to have his name associated with such a scandal as having his girlfriend’s sexual escapades going viral. She knew if that happened, Nikola’s world would be turned upside down, as well as hers.

  “What do you want?”

  “Leave him.” Marcus said on a sneer.

  “What?”

  “Don’t play with me, Devyn. I said, leave him. Tell Mr. White Boy you’re done with him and his time playing on the wrong side of the tracks is over.”

  “Why? If this is about the security jo–.”

  “Fuck that job! That fucker caused me not only to lose that job, but no one else will hire me! And it was because of you! You thought you could leave me and get with some rich white boy and I would be okay with that? Nah. Fuck that!” Marcus’ voice rose to a yell by the end of his tirade.

  “Marcus, we’ve been over for almost two years. You barely even wanted me. Why do you care who I’m with?” Devyn was completely confused as to why Marcus would even care that she moved on and was happy. He cheated on her. Multiple tim
es. Throughout their relationship he ridiculed her to the point she wasn’t even sure he liked her most of the time.

  “It’s about loyalty!” He shouted. “You weren’t loyal to me and now you’re going to pay for it! Get rid of him by the end of the week. If you don’t, you will see all the videos of you with your legs spread wide for the internet and everyone to see. I might even sell them to one of the guys to get a video deal. I’m betting I could make a lot of money for exposing Nikola Collins’ girlfriend for the whore she is. You have until the end of the week and I will be watching.” He hung up.

  Devyn sat on the edge of the bed, her whole body trembling, and tears running down her face. The thought of leaving Nikola filled her with a pain she never experienced before. The idea of no longer waking up in Nikola’s arms filled her with dread. She placed her hand over her chest and massaged where her heart already began to ache. She knew she couldn’t allow those videos to be released. It might not ruin Nikola but it would bring shame to his company and family, and hers as well. The thought of her mother or sister finding one of those videos online sickened her even more. Closing her eyes tightly she knew what she had to do. She would comply with Marcus’ demands. She would leave Nikola.

  Chapter 24

  Devyn was avoiding him. Nikola could feel it. The other night when he got home and saw a note from her telling him she wasn’t feeling well, so she went home to sleep it off, he knew something wasn’t right. He called Devyn and instead of answering or calling him back, she sent him a text, saying she was okay, just under the weather and didn’t want to pass whatever it was onto him.

  He thought it was a reasonable gesture, but a nagging feeling told him it was something deeper. The past two days had been more of the same, with Devyn canceling date plans and opting to stay at her apartment for one reason or another. She turned down a lunch date with him, saying she was swamped and had to work through lunch.