by Miss KP
When we pulled up to the star studded event in downtown Manhattan and hit the red carpet, cameras started flashing left and right. “Who are you wearing,” was the question of the night. Thank God I was in to fashion because if I would’ve pronounced my designers name wrong, Javier would’ve been so embarrassed. This night was important to my man, so I wanted to make sure I didn’t ruin it for him. I felt so special playing wifey.
Once we got inside, security ushered us to the VIP balcony that was for the elite only. There were so many groupies trying to make their way through the rope, I could’ve swatted them away like flies at a picnic.
“Naomi…Naomi!” someone called out.
I couldn’t believe someone was calling out my alias. It was Cornell Willis. Javier immediately frowned when he came over to say hello. By it being so crowded Cornell couldn’t tell Javier and I were together as we made our way to our table.
“What’s up young lady? I’m still waiting for my dinner date,” Cornell said. “Oh, my bad, I didn’t know you were here with somebody,” Cornell added, once Javier placed his hand around my waist to show I was taken.
“Damn, Denie, didn’t he used to fuck wit’ Lisa,” Javier stated.
“Denie, huh? I thought your name was Naomi?” Cornell asked. He looked confused.
“Look, this is my man and I don’t believe I know you. Come on babe let’s go,” I said, trying to dodge the bullet. I didn’t want Javier to think I was some type of groupie.
We hadn’t even gotten two feet away before Javier pulled me toward him.
“So, what’s up wit’ you and that nigga Cornell, Denie?”
“What? I don’t know him like that.”
“Why you lyin’? You told me that yo’ name was Naomi at first. Did you forgot about that shit?”
I did forget, but there was no way I was gonna get caught up like that.
“Babe, he tried to talk to me one time and I wasn’t having it because I knew he was fucking with Lisa. Yes, I told him my name was Naomi, but when I found out who he was the shit never went any further. Trust me, we never fucked around and that’s all that matters. Let’s enjoy our night. It’s really not worth us ruining our evening.”
Javier stared at me for a few moments, then finally softened his stance. “You’re right sweetheart.” He gave me kiss on the cheek, but somehow I had a feeling that this conversation wasn’t over.
An hour later, the music was blazing and the bottles were popping all over the place. I made small talk with the ladies that were at our table while Javier handled business in between getting his drink on and partying. We were having such a good time. My glass didn’t stay empty for two seconds before it kept getting filled back up. One of the executives’ wives named Chasity was more my speed. She was a cute girl and young like me, so every time a down south rap song came on, we would stand up and start dancing with each other. We were both drunk, but she was being a little friskier than I wanted. I wasn’t down with the girl thing, so I kept backing up. I shot Javier a look, but couldn’t read his facial expression. He either enjoyed the view, or was trying to play it off to get on the music execs good graces.
“You having a good time?” Chasity asked, getting a little closer to me.
“Yes, but I’m drunk as hell.”
“Me too. What are y’all doing later?”
“Girl, we’re going home. Javier ain’t the type to hang out.”
“Well, if you want, y’all are welcome to come over to our house. We have a mansion over in Alpine, New Jersey with lots of rooms.”
“Oh, well umm…let me talk to Javier and I’ll let you know.”
“Put my number in your phone, and call me when y’all get to the car to let me know what’s up,” Chasity added.
“Okay.”
I grabbed my phone and put her number in with no intentions on calling her. She must’ve thought just because I was being friendly with her that I was willing to share my man. I knew what that meant. Chasity and her husband must’ve been swingers. For the rest of the night as Javier handled business, I saw Chasity’s husband, Blake, looking at me like I was a medium rare steak. This was probably something they did on a regular basis, but they weren’t about to get me caught up.
Once the party was over and I got up to leave, my legs immediately collapsed. I was done. Javier even had to carry me to the valet because I was so twisted. He tried to play it cool, but I knew he was embarrassed. Javier barely said a word to me while we waited for our car, but once the car came and we pulled off, all hell broke loose.
“Yo’, what the hell was that about? What, are you gay or somethin’?” Javier asked.
“Don’t you dare go there with me after I just humiliated myself. You lucky I didn’t smack the shit out of that girl and shut that entire VIP section down. That your boy’s wife. She was coming on to me!”
“Well, from where I was sittin’ it looked like your drunk-ass liked it.”
“I may be drunk, but I’m not gay. Your friends are the fucking swingers. Why did they think it was okay to come at me like that?”
“Look at how you were dancin’ on the chick, Denie,” Javier responded.
“I was just having fun. All I was trying to do was fit in with your friends while you talked about your business venture. Is that a crime? I was trying to have my man’s back, but I see that you don’t appreciate that shit!”
Our argument lasted until we got home, but eventually I started to feel bad because my words were beginning to sting. I knew that if I didn’t shut up, Javier would send my ass back to D.C. so I tried to play nice. I even tried to get him to forgive me once we walked inside the loft, but Javier wasn’t having it. He just ignored me.
“Please don’t give me the silent treatment, baby. I’m sorry,” I pleaded.
“Denie, go sleep that alcohol off,” Javier finally said. He threw his car key down, then went to take off his shoes.
“But I’m not drunk anymore. I’m not even tipsy. I just want to make love to my man.” When I walked up to him and tried to kiss his lips, he turned away.
“I’m good, Denie.”
“I’m sorry, Javier. What do you want from me?”
“The truth. I’m startin’ to wonder what type of chick you really are. First the NBA nigga was all in yo’ face, then you start bumpin’ and grindin’ wit’ Blake’s wife. Who are you? Tell me the truth, have you ever been wit’ a girl before?”
I was offended. “Hell no.”
“You ever had a ménage a trois?”
“No,” I said shaking my head.
“Would you have one if I asked you to?”
My eyebrows wrinkled. “What?”
“You heard me. Would you have a threesome if I asked you to?” Javier questioned again.
“Is that what it’s gonna take for you to trust me and love me again?”
“I’m not gonna stop lovin’ you just like that. But seriously would you do that for me?”
I paused for a few seconds. I needed him to trust me. “I would do anything to make you happy.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
Deep inside I prayed that I wouldn’t have to make good on that agreement.
Chapter 18 Denie
Tonight was the night I dreaded since I told Javier two weeks ago that I would do anything to make him happy. Keeping my word I’d agreed to a ménage a trois. Even though I was a pleaser in the bedroom, I’d never experienced three people in bed at one time, so I was nervous as hell. It was gonna take a whole lot of drinks and a couple of E pills to get me through this sexual experience. However, despite my apprehension, there was no turning back now. It was all or nothing.
Going to a boutique called The Pleasure Chest earlier that day, I left out the kinky store with three shopping bags and five hundred dollars worth of candles, lingerie, vibrators, lubricate and several other toys to assist in our eventful night.
After my day in the city, I relaxed by soaking in the Jacuzzi and sippe
d a glass of Reisling to get my mind right. I couldn’t help but wonder who the mystery chick was going to be. Was it Chasity, or some bitch he was fucking with behind my back? My mind was all over the place when my phone rung a few minutes later. It was Javier.
“Hello.”
“Hey, babe. You ready for tonight?”
“As ready as I’m going to be,” I responded in a dry tone.
“What’s wrong? Are you havin’ second thoughts?”
I didn’t want him to be disappointed, so my first instinct was to lie. “No, but I’m definitely gonna need an E pill or something. I’m not good with sharing, so seeing you with someone else is gonna fuck with me.”
“All you need to know is that I belong to you.”
“I know, but all this is new for me.”
“Well, when it’s too much for you just let me know and we can stop, okay?” He sounded so sincere.
I let out a huge sigh. “Alright.”
“We’ll be there around 10.”
“Babe, it’s 9:15.”
“I know, so get ready because I’m ready to be inside of you. I want you to have the candles lit, and I also want you blindfolded. You cool wit’ that?”
“Yeah.”
“You know where the E at right?” Javier inquired.
“Yes.”
“Cool. See you in a little bit,” he said, then hung up.
“Love you, too,” I said, putting my phone down.
Getting out of the water, I dried myself off before putting on some of my Almond Cookie Body Lotion by Carol’s Daughter. I then remove hot rollers that gave me big, sexy hair and sprayed on some body glitter. After deciding on a sexy, red thong set, I swallowed the Ecstasy along with three shots of Ciroc, and took a huge deep breath. It was almost showtime.
****
“Baby, I’m home!” Javier yelled forty minutes later. “We got company. You ready?”
He always knew how to make me feel better. By the sound of his voice, he obviously wanted me to be comfortable and I loved him for that.
“Yeah!” I yelled back.
I’d set the mood with all the candles and rose petals leading to the bedroom, so you could tell Javier was impressed.
“Damn, baby you really did it up,” he said, looking around the room. He then looked at me. “Wow, I don’t know if I can share you lookin’ all good like that.”
“Can I take off the blindfold now?”
“No, not yet.”
“Well, are you gonna tell me who you brought home?” I questioned. The suspense was killing me.
“Just lay back and enjoy our night. No more questions.”
He started to kiss me on my neck first and as he worked his way down my body the flood gates opened. I was so wet. Maybe it was the drinks or the E pills, or maybe it was just the anticipation of me wanting this night to be over with all at the same time. Javier’s soft kisses were tender as he worked my thong off with his teeth. Next, he sucked my toes, which instantly turned me on, but I couldn’t help but wonder if my silver mirrored minx toenails would still be intact when he was done. As Javier worked his way back up my leg, he got lost in my pussy and flicked his tongue against my clit with just enough pressure that made me want to just cum all in his mouth. As he slurped and sucked my juices, I moaned wanting more.
“You like that baby?”
“I love it. I love you, Javier. I love you.”
“I love you, too,” he replied.
“Make love to me baby.”
“We’ll get to that.”
After Javier used the furry handcuffs I’d bought to restrain me to the bed, something told me that the girl was up next. As I prepared for her soft gentle touch, all of a sudden things got rough. Instead of the girl making her move, Javier shoved his dick inside of me with a forceful thrust, which wasn’t his style.
“Ouch, baby that hurts,” I said. It felt like my pussy was on fire as he continued to fuck me at a rapid pace. “Javier, you’re hurting me!” I wailed.
At the moment, I started to wonder if this was a good idea. Is he that fucking excited, I thought to myself.
When Javier didn’t respond, I tried to take it and act as if I was enjoying myself, but couldn’t. The shit was hurting way too bad.
“Turn over,” he said in a demanding tone.
Even though it was hard for me to maneuver with the handcuffs on, I was able to turn my body onto my stomach. Once I placed myself in the doggy position, he didn’t waste time entering me from behind. Then all of a sudden I felt a tongue flicker across my clit again. Realizing that the girl had finally decided to join the party, the threesome had officially begun. However, before I could even react to the woman’s actions Javier started stroking me really hard again. I was in a world of pain as he once again rammed his tool with powerful strokes.
“Javier, don’t do it so hard!” I commanded. When he took his dick out, and tried to insert it in my ass, I really went off. “No! Stop!”
“But you said anything for me,” Javier replied.
“I know, but not there, please not there,” I whined like a two year old girl.
“Bitch, shut the fuck up!” another voice belted.
My anxiety level suddenly began to increase. “T-Roc, is that you?”
He removed my blindfold. “Yeah, now shut the fuck up and let me in this ass before you make my dick go soft.”
“Oh my God, Javier what’s going on?” I asked frantically.
Instead of answering, I couldn’t believe Javier was eating me out and jerking his dick while T-Roc entered my ass. I screamed to the top of my lungs in pain as T-Roc pounded in my ass with an excruciating force. Each time he pushed his thick shaft inside, it felt like my insides were about to rip apart.
“No…please…stop!” I begged.
I couldn’t believe what was happening. It was like being with Lisa in the warehouse all over again. Never in a million years did I think Javier was referring to another man, when he mentioned the word, ménage a trois. T-Roc at that. Javier had certainly crossed the line.
Moments later, T-Roc’s body began to shiver, which told me he was releasing himself inside of me. It was the most degrading thing I’d ever experienced in my life.
“Man ole girl got some good ass,” T-Roc joked. I could tell he was pulling up his pants.
“Yo’ why you do that shit man? Hell, I ain’t even fucked her in her ass yet,” I heard Javier say.
“Don’t be mad because I got to it first,” T-Roc boasted. “Thanks for the treat, Denie. You lovebirds enjoy the rest of your night.”
Turning my body over, I watched as they gave each other a pound.
“I’ll hit you tomorrow,” T-Roc said.
As T-Roc left the room, I broke out into an uncontrollable sob.
“What’s wrong, Denie?” Javier had the nerve to ask me.
“Take this shit off me now!” I screamed. After he removed the cuffs, I turned over on my back and continued to weep.
It took all the strength that I had not to try and kill the man that I’d fallen in love with. My body was in so much pain, but my heart hurt ten times more than that. When Javier came toward me, I cringed.
“Why are you all tense? Don’t get your panties all in a bunch.”
As I cried silently I was so mad at myself for not listening to Marisol and Rich. I ignored him as he asked me shit over and over like I had something to say.
“Man, I wish I could hear what was goin’ on in that head of yours. Shit, I guess you’re pissed off at me, huh? But I know you wanted it though.”
“Are you serious? You know how much I hate him. I can’t believe you let him do that shit to me.”
“Look, you agreed to this. Don’t try and make me out to be the bad guy. You know you liked him fuckin’ you. Look at how freaky your ass was dancin’ at the party.”
“Who are you? I thought you loved me,” I said in disbelief.
“Shit, I had to make you think that in order to get the revenge I needed
on your precious parents. What was the likelihood of me fuckin’ wit’ Rich’s daughter? The muthafucka who killed my sister. Shit just works out sometimes, just the way you need it too. It was fate that we saw Rich in the mall that day,” he said with a huge smile.
“So, you let a man violate me just to get back at my father. You’re a piece of shit, Javier!” I screamed.
“Oh, you think that was bad, wait to you see what I really have in store for you. See, there was a method to my madness. Even though you got some good pussy, I had to be careful to make sure my plan worked. After a couple of months, I think my mission has been accomplished.”
I had no idea what he was talking about.
“Why Javier, how could you?”
“Easy. The passion in yo’ father’s eyes told me that nigga loved you, so I knew at that point I had to get back at his punk-ass through you…the person he probably loves the most. Finally, he’ll get the payback he deserves. He has no idea what he did! Jade was all I had out here.”
Fuck you and Jade. I thought to myself. He was getting so hyped, I decided not to go back and forth with him any longer. He didn’t deserve a response. It was obvious that Javier didn’t love me, and now I knew what I had to do.
Chapter 19 Marisol
“Who the hell is ringing my phone this early in the morning,” I said irritated.
Taking off my Juicy Couture Eye Mask, I reached for my phone off the nightstand to see who had the audacity to wake me up from such a deep slumber. I didn’t even bother to look at the caller ID.
“Hello.”
“You have a collect call from, Lorenzo Sanchez, an inmate at…”
Not feeling like listening to the recording, I pressed 0 to accept the call. Why the hell was Renzo calling me at seven a.m. L.A. time? He knew damn well the main reason why I had Maria living with me was because I wasn’t a morning person. Usually I didn’t get out of bed until at least twelve unless there was something to do that usually revolved around money. I didn’t even know inmates could call that early. But knowing Renzo, he probably already had several guards on his payroll. As much money as I placed in his commissary, he had enough to hire a few folks.
