In an instance, he was balls deep inside of me. My breasts rasped against his face as my pussy muscles squeezed his shaft. We were beyond intelligible words. We were even beyond one word syllables. I could hardly believe I was having sex with this gorgeous man.
For a minute, I felt like we were sparring each other. Instead of punches and kicks, we used tenderness and love to overpower the other. I had heard MMA fighters would go into a state of euphoria during an intense fight. Time would slow down and the world would disappear accept for their opponent. I didn’t know if that was what I was experiencing but it sounded pretty damn close.
I was vocal enough for both of us. Hell, I was screaming enough for an entire orgy. Soon, I didn’t even hear anything. A haze of sexual desire clouded my vision and hearing. My body undulated like a bow being fired by an expert marksman. My breasts bounced as we swayed to a steady beat in this erotic coupling.
Whenever Jason would try to take control, I would stop him. I didn’t want him to do anything. It was his turn to relax. I only allowed his hands to stroke my hips and my tits.
In a way, I felt like an MMA fighter grappling with an opponent on the ground. My soft touch was getting through his hard defenses. When no man could defeat him, I had rendered him helpless through my love. We were both drowning in this sea of primal pleasure.
I pumped my body on top of him over and over again. I lost count of how many times my slit enveloped his cock down to his balls. I lost track of time and space. We might as well have been fucking for a life time. But it didn’t matter.
The only thing important was that Jason and was happy.
In the end, the young man erupted in an intensity that matched his uppercut from earlier. He reached up and clutched my body against his. He buried his face in my cleavage as if I was soft pillow. His hands gripped my shoulders and pinned my body around his crotch. His manhood let loose a flood of volcanic come in vertical spurts. It splashed into my insides like waves against the beachside. I never wanted him to stop. I never wanted our passion to end.
But we were only human and it had to end. Eventually, Jason’s heavy spurts slowed down to a trickle. His body shook as the aftershocks of his orgasm spread throughout his body. My body quivered as I collapsed in arms which held me tightly.
That’s when I noticed that I was crying. I was sobbing like a little girl. The intensity of out encounter was too much for me to bear.
Jason stroked my head and planted soft kisses on my forehead. With a finger, he dried my tears. I wrapped my arms around him and gave into his embrace. I could sense that I had gone to that special place that he had only visited before with Karen.
My last memory was of us lying in bed side to side. My legs were draped over his toned legs. My head was pillowed against his strong chest. I was happy that I had helped ease the pain from the loss of his previous lover. He was a beautiful, thoughtful man who deserved nothing less. I wanted him to forget about his loss even if it was for one night. Yet, I knew our lives would be forever interwoven.
With sleep soon taking over both of us, Jason leaned into kiss me and whisper words of endearment. “So that’s what it feels to get knocked out. It feels… painless.”
I knew this was the beginning of a new beginning for us. “No more pain… no more pain for the both of us.”
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She didn’t bother elaborating and instead went straight to business. “Betty, you’ve made the reservations for my upcoming anniversary this coming week, correct?”
“Yes, I reserved a table for you and your husband,” I answered, barely following her train of thought. I typically helped Adele with some of her personal arrangements. I didn’t mind it since it was easy work and more interesting than regular paperwork. “It’s an eight o’clock reservation at the Chez Pierre.”
“I’m sure they can pull up another chair for our chair on short notice,” she added, making me even more confused. It seemed like she expected me to tag along on her anniversary. “Betty, how much do you make in a year?”
“About thirty-two thousand… before taxes,” I answered, panicking over her line of questioning. It wasn’t much considering that I worked at wealthy financial company. There was so much money moving in and out of the business that I wished some of it came my way. However, I was happy to be have a job and keep a roof over my head. In fact, I preferred to keep it that way if the alternate was putting my belongings in a box. “Is this about the raise I talked about with Carla in the break room? I wasn’t serious about that at all. I was just making conversation-”
“No, Betty,” Adele said, shaking her head. “I want to make you an offer in exchange for your cooperation. I’d like to offer a year’s worth of your salary for a small amount of your time. In fact, just one night during my anniversary.”
“An offer?” I gasped. My boss had just dangled a fortune before me as if it were pocket change. “You’ll pay me a year’s salary for one night at your anniversary?”
“Yes, you’ll need to dress your best when you accompany us for the duration of our anniversary,” she explained. “However, we’ll pay for everything and provide you with transportation.”
“What kind of work is it?” I asked, interested in the windfall of cash. “Would I need to be with you all night?”
With what seemed to be embarrassment, Adele looked away. “Yes, we would require you to be with us… for the entire night.”
This sounded like the easiest job she had ever assigned to me. “I’d be happy to work for you over the weekend, Adele!”
I could swear I saw Adele blush when she spoke. “It’s not for me. It’s for my husband.”
“Your husband? You mean Jason?”
My boss struggled to find the right words. “My husband… he’s always wanted to be with a black woman.”
“I-I don’t follow,” I replied, completely losing the plot. I didn’t know what being a black woman had to do with anything, especially for their anniversary. “What do you mean by ‘be with a black woman,’ Adele?”
“He wants to have sex with you,” she continued, regaining her composure. “We’ve experimented many times before with other people. However, this came up after he met you. During out anniversary, I want you to have sex with him.”
I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “Y-your husband wants to have sex with me?”
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“Ben Attell?” Tom replied. “Everyone is always asking about him. He used to be a small time fighter that was going to go big time in the UFC.”
“So what happened? Why is he still here and not some big shot on television?”
“Don’t know,” he admitted sheepishly. “Apparently, he ran afoul of The Purity and had to call it quits. We like to respect Ben’s privacy so we don’t ask too personal questions.”
I raised an eyebrow. “The Purity?”
“Right, you’re new around town,” Tom said with a sigh. “The Purity is a hate group from around here. I guess you can tell what type of people those sons of bitches hate.”
The apartment felt less and less like a steal. “Just my luck…”
“Their bastards spread here like the plague. This white supremacy group deals in everything from drugs to racketeering. You can tell who they are from their tattoos. Not someone you want to get on the bad side of. A week ago, they beat a black man into a coma just for looking at them.”
That sounded so appalling. “Well… at least the people working here seem nice.”
“Just stay safe out there, Barb. I know you live in a part of town where a patrol car is as rare as a unicorn. Don’t be afraid to ask one of us for
a ride home. The Purity likes to walk the streets and target people in broad daylight just to show everybody they can.”
That sounded eerily similar to the people who had attacked me earlier. “T-Thanks for the offer. So what did they do to Ben?”
“Nobody knows the details but Ben got on the bad side of one of the Purity’s leaders,” Tom continued. “He was supposed to be signed on for the big MMA promotional leagues but the Purity used their influence to torpedo the deal. Shame too since he was undefeated around the local circuit with almost all of the wins coming from knockouts. That kid’s a damn good fighter and a good man at heart.”
That didn’t sound like the pushy bouncer I knew. “Really?”
“I know he can be gruff at times but he cares about this place and the staff,” Tom replied. “We helped him get through his mother’s death and he’s been thankful for us ever since. It’s still too bad the kid couldn’t leave this place with the gifts he has. I would’ve loved to see him fight on the big screen at some Pay-Per-View MMA event. I guess if we’re lucky enough, we’ll see him bash some drunken heads one day.”
The revelation softened my opinion of Ben. Perhaps I was too rash in judging him over our brief time together. “That would be entertaining.”
With the light beer in hand, I returned to the table that had placed the order. They were a pair of two men who had been sitting at this table for hours before placing an order. I didn’t get a good look at their faces because one of them wore a hood and the other wore a baseball cap. “There you go. Tell me if you need anything else.”
They didn’t answer me. I was about to turn and help some other tables when I heard them whisper to each other. “That’s her. She’s the one shoved him against the car.”
That’s when I notice tattoos of skulls and various numbers under their sleeves. One of them spoke to me in a commanding voice. “You stay here if you want this to be quick and painless.”
I walked backwards away from them in terror. I saw a dozen men standing up from their tables and approaching me. As they encircled me, I immediately knew that they were members of the Purity. I looked to Tom who saw that I was in trouble. He gestured to someone in the distance.
I got a better look at one of the men. It was the one I had accidently smashed into a car. His was face was bandaged but I could see the pure malice in his eyes. He was here for revenge.
He was here to kill me.
The man lunged at me and grabbed my shoulder. He hadn’t recovered from his injuries as I easily slipped through his hands and fell backwards. I screamed as my head hit the side of a pillar. Pain shot through my head as I started to see double. That’s when people noticed all the commotion and began panicking and yelling. With my vision blurring, I saw the man pull out a knife from his pocket. I feared that my life was over there and then.
Soon, I saw a burst of grey sweep in front of me. Before I knew it, one of my attackers had fallen to the floor with an expression of abject pain on his face. A towering man stood before as a living barrier before my assailants.
It was Ben.
One after another, the two men attacked Ben in unison. However, the bouncer easily dodged their ineffectual punches and counter by elbowing one in the stomach and delivering a kick to the leg of the other. With casual ease, he threw both of them to the side. They landed with loud thud next to a table before whimpering in agony.
Another man attacked Ben but his attacks were easily deflected. The bouncer grabbed the man’s wrist and put his leg behind his attacker. With one fluid sweeping motion, he sent the man crashing head first onto the floor. Another swift punch was all it took for Ben to knock him out for good.
That was all it took for the rest of the men to scatter. However, the bandaged man remained behind to stare at us. He lifted his fists up and began to engage Ben. I could sense there was some history between these two men. Brandishing a knife, the bandaged man had the advantage against the unarmed bouncer.
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When he uncovered my eyes, I gasped in shock.
There was a small table with lit candlestick on it. A brand new bottle of wine stood next to it. There were two plates near a gourmet cheese wheel that just begged to be cut and eaten.
I raised an eyebrow at the romantic setup. “You had this with you all this time?”
Frank shrugged. “I have to keep some things on hand in case we have an important client stop by. You like it?”
It was certainly a nice way to end the New Year. “I love it. Where’d you keep the table?”
“I borrowed it from the break room. I’m sure we’ll make better use of it.”
The lawyer turned on a nearby television which showed the ball drop. It was more for the audio than the actual visuals. We drank sweet wine and ate mellow cheese as if we were some couple vacationing in Paris. It felt straight out of some cheesy romance movie on Netflix.
Soon, it became time to begin the New Year. Standing up from the table, we began to countdown in unison.
“Five.”
“Four.”
“Three.”
“Two.”
“One.”
Frank leaned and whispered into my ear. “Happy New Year, Jean.”
With that, we kissed. I didn’t know who initiated it but I don’t think either of us wanted to end it anytime soon. I felt he did it because he wanted to give me a New Year’s kiss. I did it because I was falling in love with him.
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The earrings were so beautiful. I hastily cleaned the condensation off a mirror to see how I looked. I loved to look at myself try on something new and see Jake smiling over my shoulder. I’d like to say I was not a vain woman but, dammit, I loved a nice piece of jewelry.
That’s when I turned to embrace Jake. I missed him so damn much. While his breath was still, I heard his heart thunder against my ear. I felt his arms wrap around me and complete our embrace. I didn’t know how much time we had left but I would make the most of it.
We had to take the next step.
Jake picked me up into his arms before taking me out of the bathroom. He headed towards the bed and gently placed me on it. I felt as light as a doll in his strong arms. The foreplay session was over as he took charge.
The linen bed sheets felt soft as much as his skin felt hard. The pillows had a soft, satiny feel to them. Thankfully, the bed didn’t seem to creak from our movements. Hopefully, we wouldn’t be overheard.
Table of Contents
Contents
Title copy
DDJ FRONT CATALOG AND MAILING LIST
Painkiller
DDJ BACK CATALOG AND MAILING LIST copy
BASE DJ Author
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