King and I 2: A Royal Love Affair

by Mz. Lady P

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  I knocked back a shot of Patron as I sat across from my father. I didn’t have him tied up or anything. There was no time for all of that I wanted to get right to the bullshit. This was personal for me so I sent Legs and Santana home. Rika and Na-Na had been blowing up their phones.

  “You have two minutes to tell me why the fuck you have been robbing me and why you hanging with a motherfucker like Don Gianni?” I flamed up a blunt and took a long, hard pull before blowing smoke in his face.

  “Son, I got in over my head in gambling and drug debts to the Gianni family. Before you and I reunited I used to sell and hold the product for his son, Luca. I had no idea you were fucking that man’s wife. When he found out we were kin he started extorting me, but before I could ever give him any money you had killed him. I thought I was off the hook with the debt, but Gianni showed up, demanding that I pay them. That’s the reason why I was going and getting money from your workers. At the same time he was overly interested in Siyah, almost to the point where it seemed like he was in love with her. I had no idea he thought Princess was Luca’s. I’m sorry son, I’ll do whatever I can to make things right. All I need is a second chance to show you that I’m worthy of being in your life.” I stared at him long and hard as tears rolled down his face. I found the shit to be quite amusing and at the same time sad. The part that was even sadder was the fact that I was sad. At this moment I should feel such hurt, anger, and resentment towards this man, but inside I’m still the little boy who longs for the father who was never there.

  “For a moment I thought that you had changed and really had gotten your shit together. I was a fool to ever think that a dope fiend motherfucker like you could ever be anything but that. Not to mention a mutherfucking snake. I’ve went above and beyond for you these last couple of months. There was nothing you wanted for or needed. You would rather cross you flesh and blood in order to pay a debt to some niggas I could kill on sight. Taking my money is one thing. As a matter of fact it wasn’t shit because I made everything you took in a matter of minutes. It’s not about the money it’s the principle of it all. The thing that fucks me up and has me in my feelings is the fact that you put Siyah and Princess’s life in danger. That’s my fucking wife and daughter! You sent them nigga’s to my home, all because of a fucking drug and gambling debt! I came here with the intentions of putting a bullet in you, but you aren’t even worth it. I don’t want to go through life with that on my conscious.” I watched as he scratched at his arm and I knew then the nigga was back on drugs. I wasn’t surprised though. Drug addiction makes people sell their souls to the devil. The only thing about that is the devil himself is sitting across from me.” I threw him some dope across the table and a syringe.

  “I’m so fucked up, son. I need help. I promise you after this I’m going to check myself into a rehab. It’s just that I have this monkey on my back and this shit ain’t nice when you’re trying to kick the habit.” I flamed up another blunt and watched as he filled the syringe with the drugs he had liquified.

  “I don’t care one way or another.” He found a vein and injected the drugs in his arm.

  “Since I’m getting ready to really get my life together I think it’s only right I tell you that your mother isn’t dead. I just said that because the bitch left me and got her life together. I didn’t have her in my life and I didn’t want her to have you either.”

  “What the fuck you say?” I jumped up and went towards him at the same time he began to convulse and white foam started to come out of his mouth. The rat poison I put in the drugs were killing his ass. I looked at this nigga in disbelief as he died from the lethal combination I had given him. I was supposed to feel a sense of relief, but shit had gotten even further out of hand. I didn’t know what the fuck to think. Now I had to sit up and think about whether my mother was really dead or not. Then again I don’t even give a fuck anymore. I’m washing my hands with the entire situation. I’d much rather focus on getting this fucking bread and making sure Siyah and Princess are straight.

  Chapter 13- Siyah

  I had been lying in bed at our condo, staring at the ceiling for hours. Princess was sleeping like an angel in her bassinette. From time to time I found myself rolling over and staring at her intensely. I had been trying my best to block the thoughts that had consumed my mind. Seeing Luca’s father in the flesh made my mind drift to a memory that I had long ago repressed. I closed my eyes and the scene played before me as if it was just happening.

  Flashback

  “You’re such a beautiful woman. I’ve never seen a black woman as beautiful as you. My son is one lucky man.”Don Gianni said, as he moved strands of hair from my face.

  “Thank you.” I said as I tried to move around him, but he continued to block my path. I became very uneasy and uncomfortable. He had a dark look in his eyes and I didn’t like it.

  “How much for one night of passion with me?” My eyes bulged out of my head as he grabbed my hand and placed it on his erect penis. I jumped back and damn near fell trying to get away from.

  “I’m not for sale and in case you forgot I’m married to you son. For the sake of his heart I won’t tell him about your little proposition. Don’t ever in your fucking life disrespect me again.” I pushed past him and at the same time I locked eyes with Mrs. Gianni. She looked at me with such disgust, as if I was the one coming onto her husband. I made it back to my seat at the dinner table and sat down next to Luca. It was our first Thanksgiving as a married couple and he insisted we spend the holidays with his parents. I was all for it until I didn’t receive a warm welcome from his family. However, I sucked it up and stayed out of respect for him. Towards the end of the dinner I began to feel very light-headed and woozy. It was to the point where I felt like I was going to pass out, so I went and laid down in the guest bedroom we were sleeping in. I didn’t even know I had passed out until I woke up to the sound of heavy grunting and the feeling of someone on top of me jolted me from my sleep. My vision was blurry, but I was able to make out Don Gianni’s face. I couldn’t move at all, but I was totally aware of what was happening to me. I turned my head to the side to avoid his sweat, which was falling into my eyes. I became sick to my stomach when I noticed Luca’s Mom watch her husband rape me. I drifted back to sleep and when I woke up I was fully clothed like nothing had ever happened. However, the feeling of my sore pussy let me know what I feared the most. I lay in bed and cried because I didn’t have the courage to tell Luca that his father had raped me. At the same time I wondered did it really happen or was it all a figment of my imagination. To this day I’m not sure of what happened.

  “Siyah!” The sound of King calling my name loudly brought me out of my thoughts. I looked up and watched as he stumbled and fell onto the bed.

  “What King? Why are you yelling like that?”

  “I’ve been calling your ass for a minute or so. What the fuck got your head so gone?”

  “Nothing, I was just thinking about some things, that’s all.”

  “Thinking about things like what?” I looked in his eyes and I could tell that he was drunk and high as hell.

  “I’d rather not talk about it.”

  “Well, since you don’t want to talk about what the fuck it is that got you staring off into space let’s talk about why Don Gianni says that you have the sweetest pussy in the world. Before I murked his bitch ass he told me that. Is there anything that I should know?” My eyes widened as King spoke. My feelings were hurt a little because a part of me felt like he was thinking that I was the type of girl that would have sex with her father-in-law. For a short minute I felt like I needed to say something, but then I remembered my life before him was none of his business. Just like his life before me was none of my business.

  “No Kingston, there is nothing that you should know.” I watched as he took Princess out of her bassinet and walked out of the room with her. He came back without her so I knew he had put her in her room. He hated that we spent all that money
to decorate her room and she never sleeps in there. I just like for her to be so close to me. I’ve been on edge since Vita kidnapped her.

  Kingston walked over to the bed and yanked the covers off of me. I jumped when he roughly pulled me down to the edge of the bed.

  “Take this shit off!” He roared at the same time he ripped my thongs off. I wasn’t really in the mood for sex, but the submissiveness in me feeds off of his domination. There’s something in the power of his voice when he commands me to ride his dick or squirt when he wants me to. My body reacts to him in ways that I can’t explain.

  “Spread your legs as far as they can go.” I opened my legs spread eagle and he stood and gazed at my pussy. He stroked his beard as if he was in deep thought. I sat staring at him in anticipation, ready to see what he was about to do to me.

  “It’s been a minute since you entertained me. Let me see you play with my pussy and make that shit nasty.” Kingston dropped his drawers and walked over and sat down in his throne that’s in the bedroom. He flamed up a blunt and began to stroke his dick as he continued to stare at me. I reached over in the night stand and grabbed my hot pink wand massager. It had seven speeds and it was no joke on my clit. I set it on three which was my desired speed. Anything higher would have me convulsing from the massive orgasm that it would give me. I wanted it to make me cum, but also wanted my nigga’s dick to make me cum. Sex toys are okay, but it ain’t nothing like have the real deal up inside you.

  I bit my bottom lip as I placed the massager on my clit. I closed my eyes trying to concentrate on hitting the right places so that I could make it rain for King.

  “Open your eyes! You’re supposed to make eye contact with your king at all times. I stared at King as he stroked his dick and I glided the wand back and forth over my clit. Moments later I could feel myself getting ready to cum.

  “I’m about to cum King!” I moaned out in pleasure. He stood to his feet and moved closer to the bed. He removed the wand from my hand and buried his face inside my pussy. His tongue was now flicking back and forth over my clit. The feeling of his beard tickling my shaved pussy made me squirm. I could feel my orgasm at its peak so I grabbed his bald head and began to grind into his mouth. My legs started to shake as I came. I started trying my best to wiggle out of his grasp, but he gripped my legs so tight that I couldn’t move at all.

  “Ahhhhhhhh! I can’t take it anymore King!” I was shaking so badly from the attack of his tongue on my pussy. I felt like I was having an outer body experience. I looked down at King and he was staring at me. It was like he was eating my pussy to prove a point. He stood up and all of my juices were leaking from his beard. I sat up on my knees and walked over to him. I tongue kissed him with so much passion. At the same time I rubbed my hand through his soaked beard. I was ready for the dick now. I reached down and I began to stroke his dick slowly.

  “Turn around!” He roared. As soon as I turned my back to him he roughly pushed me forward. I arched my back perfectly so that my ass was at the same level of his dick. The feeling of liquid falling down the crack of my ass made me tense up because I knew what he was about to do. I felt his thumb invade my asshole. As he rubbed his dick up and down my pussy. I grabbed the pillow and bit into it as I felt him begin to slowly insert his dick into my ass. Most women don’t like this part of sex. Neither did I until I met King. There’s something about the way he turns the pain into pleasure. The intensity of him invading my tightest hole sent me to places of ecstasy I never thought possible. As he worked his way inside of me the pain was slowly subsiding and the pleasure began to take over. He gripped my waist and began to go in. The assault he was doing on my asshole had a bitch crying tears of pain and pleasure. An orgasm from anal sex is far greater than the one you get from vaginal sex. At least in my opinion anyway.

  “You love it when I fuck this asshole don’t you?”

  “Yassssss King, I love it. I love you baby!!! I grabbed my wand massager from off the bed and placed it on my clit. I was getting twice the pleasure so I came twice as hard.

  “I love you, too.” He pulled out of my ass, and inserted his dick into my pussy. He wrapped his hand around my neck and began to choke me as he fucked the shit out of me. I was slightly being deprived of oxygen due to the pressure he was applying so I breathed through my nose and not my mouth. Moments later he came full force and hard as ever. His hand was still wrapped around my neck as he emptied all of his seeds in me. He fell on my back and I forcibly removed his hand. He was breathing hard as hell in my ear. King forgets just how big he is over me and he was crushing the shit out of me.

  “King baby get up. You’re heavy!!”

  “Make that the last time you lie to me about any nigga that says anything in reference to my pussy. That ain’t a good look, ma. Now tell me the truth, did you fuck that nigga Gianni?”

  “I’m not lying to you King, I never fucked him.” He pulled up his boxers and walked out of the room. I pulled my knees up to my chest and blew out a sigh of frustration. There was something definitely wrong with this nigga. King had to be suffering from some type of mental condition. This nigga goes from zero to one thousand real quick. We just had the most mind blowing orgasmic sex ever, and right after he nuts he goes back into crazy nigga mode. I’ve been trying my best to pick his brain because something is going on with him that’s making him act all crazy with me. I’ll never let him know, but he scares me. I find myself jumping from time to time when he speaks to me or reaches out to touch me. I’ve been trying my best to fall back and just let things get better on their own, but I can’t keep doing that. I’m his Queen and I’m supposed to be the one who makes shit fall into place when it seems as if things are broken in his life. What type of woman would I be if I sat back and let my nigga go through anything alone? I stay in my lane and let King run everything the way he sees fit, but at this point I have to step in and see what the fuck is going on. I don’t like the way I’m feeling and I definitely don’t like how he handles me in certain situations.

  I got up from bed and I went to find King. He was sitting out on the balcony smoking a kush blunt and drinking straight from a Patron bottle. That’s another thing, I’ve never seen him drink this much since I met him, so I know something is going on. I exhaled and stood in front of him. I was still completely naked. He set the Patron bottle down and pulled me closer to him. He laid his head on my stomach and at the same time I rubbed his head with my hands. It was then I felt the need to tell him about what Luca’s father had done to me.

  “I think him and his Luca’s mother did something to me. I came to and he was on top of me. I never said anything to anyone because I wasn’t sure that it actually happened, but him coming here brought all the memories back. I’m sorry I didn’t say anything. I just felt like it was before our time so it shouldn’t matter. Please forgive me. I didn’t lie to you.”

  “I killed that nigga tonight.”

  “I kind of figured that you would.”

  “No Siyah, you don’t understand. I killed that motherfucker for mentioning how sweet your pussy is. I had intentions on murking his ass anyway, but that shit he said about you sent me over the edge. The thought of any nigga touching or violating you makes me crazy, ma. This ain’t me, I don’t get in my feelings over no woman, but there’s something about you that makes me want to murk everybody.”

  “You don’t have to worry about that, I love you King and it’s all about you. Lately, you’ve been so distant and angry. You can’t continue to walk around with all this pent-up stress and anger inside of you. You’re scaring me Kingston because I want to help you, but you won’t let me in. I just want to be the queen you need me to be. What can I do to make it all better? How can I make you a better man than you already are?

  “That’s real. I appreciate the fact that you want to make me a better man. However, there’s nothing you can do. I killed my father tonight because he crossed me and put you and Princess life in danger. He also told me my mother was alive and that he
lied because she decided to get her life together and leave him. So since he couldn’t have her neither could I. So, babe there’s nothing you can do to fix how fucked up I am mentally. All I ask is that you never give up on a nigga.” He kissed me on the stomach and walked away from me and back into the house. I stood there speechless, unable to breathe a word. My baby was in a mental battle with himself. How could I possibly take away the pain of him killing his father and learning that his mother was indeed alive? That’s enough to make a motherfucker be committed to a nut house. I needed to be my baby’s family. All he had was me and Princess. All of a sudden a bright idea popped in my head. I rushed back in the house and King was lying in bed with Princess on his chest. Maybe I can’t make it better, but there’s something about the power that Princess has over her daddy. She calms the beast inside of him.

  “I’m ready to be your wife. Do you still want to go to Vegas and get married?” I asked, as I climbed in bed beside of him.

  “Of course I do. Book the whole team flights out tomorrow night. I need a vacation anyway. King reached over and kissed me on the forehead and I was in complete bliss. The morning wasn’t coming fast enough. I couldn’t wait to call my bitches and tell them we’re going to Vegas.

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  “I thought you said you were going to wait before you got married. Now all of a sudden we’re hopping on planes and shit at the spur of the moment?” Rika questioned as we stood in line at Midway Airport waiting to go through the security checkpoint.

  “He had been asking me to do it but I kept telling him no. That was until he told me some shit last night that fucked me up in the head. I can’t tell you right now, but when we make it out to Vegas I promise to let you in on all of this tea.” I trusted Rika with some of my deepest and darkest secrets so I knew she would never tell anything that I told her in confidence. At the same time I could look in her eyes and tell she wasn’t really feeling this idea about me jumping up and getting married.