by Mercy B
“Ummmmmmmmm.”
“Feels good?” Her mind began to wander, stumbling upon an imaginary fortress with only her and Rafeeq. He’d come to her in her time of need with a slight smirk on his face as he licked his lips. The same lips that she’d imagined were on hers less than two minutes prior.
“Yes.” She nodded her head ferociously.
“You want daddy to make it feel even better?” His voice was laced with sex, making her pussy drip into the chair that was beneath her. Hampsher could feel the wetness beneath her ass cheeks and knew that she was insanely aroused.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, daddy.”
The difference between this world and the real was that Hampsher obliged and wasn’t opposed to letting the insignificant little submissive voice that was in the back of her head speak out. In that world, Rafeeq was ruler and controlled every aspect, every square foot. He was master—her master.
“Move your hand.” He closed in on Hampsher before smacking her hand from her breast. Getting down to his knees, Rafeeq replaced it with his mouth, covering her breast and suckling it between his lips.
“Uhhhhhhh.”
Hampsher’s body shuttered, and her eyes closed.
“Open your eyes,” Rafeeq demanded.
No hesitation.
No resistance.
No words.
Hampsher opened her eyes and stared down at Rafeeq while she simultaneously felt the tips of his finger graze the opening of her pussy before resting on her clit. Slightly and for a split second, she allowed her eyes to shut. Before Rafeeq was able to chastise her, they’d opened again.
“This what you want?” Backward and then forward, Rafeeq flicked his fingers and inflated her sensitive bulb.
Nodding, Hampsher opened even more for him, “Yes.”
Rafeeq switched breasts while speaking. He latched onto her right nipple and slightly bit down. At the same time, he began rotating his finger in circles and applying the perfect amount of pressure. Hampsher was seconds from both climbing from the chair she was in and cumming something awful.
“You gone cum for a nigga?” Rafeeq questioned, removing his hand and replacing it with the same lips that had been pleasuring her breasts.
“Ummmmmm.” A deep grunt exited Hampsher’s throat as she gave into the urge to close her eyes and digest the gratification that she was being fed.
Rafeeq puckered his lips and suckled her clit between them, slurping and using the tip of his tongue to graze it so effortlessly. The fingers that were replaced were being shoved into her pussy, upturned and demanded every ounce of nut that her body could manufacture.
“Raaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” Hampsher’s chest heaved as her shoulders slumped, and her soul evacuated her frame. Floating above her, it administered the unearthing of her from a bird’s eye view. Sparks flew. Ocean waves collided with the shore. Thunder danced across the sky, and war was raged.
Hampsher fought to remove the orgasmic inducing being from the folds of her womanhood but was unsuccessful as Rafeeq ejected his fingers from her pussy and used his hands to pry her legs open again.
“Ummmmmmmm!”
Hampsher convulsed in the chair, sliding down and gripping the small shards of hair on Rafeeq’s head and part of his scalp. She simply needed something to grab, something to hold that would relieve her of the mounted pressure that was releasing itself without any signs of halting soon.
“Shiiii…” She was incapable of full sentences or words.
Her toes locked and cramped in pain from their position. The veins in her face protruded, and her limbs stiffened. It wasn’t until Rafeeq removed his head from between her legs that she was able to begin to relax. Opening her eyes, she stared down at the bearded and chocolate young man with his face covered in her overflow. It was the sexiest shit she’d seen in her lifetime. Though she thought it to be impossible, the sight of him in the state he was in caused her pussy to tingle again and began preparing itself for an orgasm. Rafeeq was so unfair. He didn’t sport a straight face, and neither did he sport a smirk. He had a full on smile on his face as he watched Hampsher unfold while taking peeks at her contracting pussy.
“It’s about to happen again,” he advised her as he studied the crevice that he enjoyed having access to.
Placing two fingers to the heartbeat that had begun as a result of her orgasm, he followed the rhythm. Hampsher’s hands automatically flew toward his wrist to halt his movement, but he grabbed them with his free one and continued to bring her unspeakable satisfaction. There was no preparing for the second wave that crashed onto the shore and caused a tsunami to rise above Hampsher’s expectations. She flooded Rafeeq’s hands and arms, cumming as she had never before.
“What the f—” Hampsher questioned.
“A squirter.” Rafeeq marveled over his handy work, revealing something new and so fucking arousing about his counterpart. Biting his lip, he brushed his hand from side to side and watched her juices pour.
“Shit.” Hampsher opened her eyes and noticed she was still inside of her room alone besides the violin and few pieces that were sprawled across it.
Her raging heart assured her that she was among the living. Glaring between her legs, she witnessed the thudding of her clit as it caved and rose over and over. Yet, there were no signs of the tsunami that she’d experienced in the lucrative fantasy that involved him.
Traces of sunshine peered through the blinds as Hampsher stood from the chair that she’d been seated in. Stretching her limbs, she straightened the kinks that had formed during her morning session of stringing both her violin and her pussy.
In the nude, Hampsher drew closer to her window before lifting it slightly and sticking her head out. Her breasts were cuffed underneath her arms, so she wasn’t exposed to the public. Just as her eye landed on the small bakery, the light popped on.
The smell of fresh bread ignited her senses. The rising of the sun filled her with passion. The sight of her cat family clawing at the window across the street snatched away her short-lived pleasure and replaced it with frustration. For an entire week, she’d been baiting them over. She figured they’d know exactly where she’d migrated to at that point, but they were still showing up at her old unit where she no longer lived.
Rafeeq’s knowledge and accessibility was disgusting to Hampsher. There was no way that she could sleep comfortably knowing that someone knew where she lived or even possessed the ability to disturb her peace any time that they were ready to. The night that she returned from her job that involved Crimson, it was to one of the four units that she owned on the same block. Hampsher had watched him throughout her apartment the morning he woke, heard the call he’d gotten from his father thanks to surveillance, and witnessed his impromptu exit.
“Kitty!” Hampsher yelled across the street, happy that no one was out yet. The last thing she wanted was to draw attention to herself. At the sound of her voice, the three cats twirled their necks and peered in her direction. Without hesitation, they scattered and began their journey across the street. With everyone going a different route, they all made it over at a different time.
“How many times am I going to have to tell you guys that I don’t live there anymore? We’re here now.” Hampsher fussed as she let the cats into her home and headed for the kitchen.
She prepared their meals and heated their milk to accompany their soft diet. Once they were settled, Hampsher’s agenda was next for tackling. The first task in mind was cleaning her hands and getting herself washed up.
“You guys will be just fine. I’m going to handle my business, and I’ll see you all later.”
Hampsher knew the family of three would disappear before she reappeared, especially that morning. She needed a shower and to shampoo her hair. The usual few minutes she had in the bathroom would be extended by at least thirty. Tapping her bare feet against the cold floor, she maneuvered toward the room she’d be spending the next forty-five minutes in. The firs
t task was relieving her bladder.
The night fell just as Hampsher would have it. With Chinese takeout on the floor and a book in hand, she enjoyed the comfort of her own skin. Again, she was as bare as the day she’d been born. Her nipples protruded as she stumbled upon an intense sex scene that caused the fine hairs on her arms and neck to stand tall.
The African-American thriller that she was reading had the nerve to portray the antagonist as a bonafide dick slinger, one who retrieved most of his information from women involved with the men he was due to kill. Hampsher had chosen the book by going out on a limb and deciding to step outside of her normal. She studied human behavior, philosophy, history, and other genres that hadn’t included fiction. But on her way out of the bookstore earlier in the week, she’d picked up the book because it was 75 percent off along with three others. They’d all been a part of Hampsher’s massive haul. With so much on her mind, she needed an escape, and books were where she sought refuge.
The window of her apartment was slightly ajar to allow the breeze to flow through and allowing her to visualize the happenings on her street through hearing them. The sound of beating on a door conquered her attention as a familiar voice rang out. Stunned in position, Hampsher swallowed the thick beads of rice that she had hardly chewed before placing the spoon she’d used instead of the chopsticks onto the empty napkin beside her.
“Hampsher!” he yelled out for a third time and began beating again.
Rising from the Indian-style position she’d been seated in, Hampsher drew closer to the window and folded the thick blind in the center. Her suspicions were confirmed as she scanned the oversized body of a well-built man who seemed to exercise just as well as he fucked. He was draped in a white shirt and denim bottoms. His feet were supported by a fancy pair of white sneakers. Even from hundreds of feet away, Hampsher could see the sparkles of his jewels. Without a doubt, she knew that he’d either been somewhere or made plans to go somewhere. Either way, she wasn’t interested.
In silence, Rafeeq continued to knock at the door, hoping that she would appear, but she wouldn’t that night and not on any other night. It was the exact reason she’d vacated the apartment to start. It wasn’t just the thought of Rafeeq being able to keep tabs on her, but the fact that anyone had the drop on her was repulsive. A life of secrecy was one she preferred and keeping him at her side would be the beginning of her demise.
With one hand propped on her hip, she continued staring at Rafeeq as he came to the realization that she wasn’t in the apartment. He rushed to the sidewalk before halting to take a look around. The splitting of Hampsher’s nerves pursued as she watched him glare across the street and into the window she was standing in. Unable to move, she held her position until she watched his head shake and him take a step forward.
Rafeeq was visibly tired of her bullshit. It was apparent. The exhaustion with her disappearing acts was written all over his handsome face. Hampsher wanted to feel an ounce of remorse, but she wouldn’t allow it. After all, she’d warned him. Involved with her was not something that he needed and vice versa.
“Where’s my baby?” Rafeeq questioned the second Reign opened the door and granted him access to her home.
“She’s sleeping. And I thought that you came here for me?” Stretching her arms, she welcomed her brother for a hug.
“I did.”
Cupping her body, Rafeeq lifted her into the air and swung her around as if they were kids. Per usual, Reign’s giggles soothed his soul. She played like she hated that he still pulled the move, but Rafeeq knew that she secretly enjoyed it. Two spins and a kiss on the forehead later, Reign was back on the ground.
“You’re getting too old and too big to play so much.” She slapped his shoulder.
“And you’re too old to be jealous. I’m not going to bother them right now because I know my young nigga will want to slide out with us, but I’m spending the night, and they’re sleeping with me.”
Of course, there was a room reserved for Rafeeq, though he rarely slept over. However, some nights, like that one, he wanted more time and privacy with his nephew. Since Reign had a daughter in the picture, she’d made the duo a trio.
“Be my guest. The little one will have you up all night long.”
“I’ve lost sleep for less significant shit. You ready to slide?”
“I am.” Reign nodded, leading the way out of the door.
The two were headed to Reign’s favorite little dining spot off in Time Square. Havana Central was where she spent every Thursday alone since she’d been living in New York. However, since having the baby, she was stuck in the house. And though it was Tuesday and against her regimen, she was excited to tag along with Rafeeq to catch a breather.
Rafeeq parted the door for Reign and allowed her to take her precious time getting inside of the vehicle before climbing in behind her and instructing his driver to deliver them to the location they both had in mind. Under the flashy lights of Time Square and in the midst of the crowd goers that walked the streets of the inner city, Rafeeq unwound with a few thoughts heavy on his mind.
The most potent was the fact that he’d missed the opportunity to have Hampsher join him and Reign for dinner. That was the plan, but much like every other day since he’d known her, she had managed to slip through the cracks of his fingers. As he drove away from her apartment, he knew that the chasing he’d done would come to a halt. Rafeeq couldn’t recall a time in history where he’d been so pressed about a piece of pussy, but he also understood that it was beyond the box.
There was something more magnetic about their connection that continued pulling him backward. However, he was no fool, and the thought of running behind a bitch was repulsive. There were thousands willing to break their neck for him if he required it. Hampsher’s rebellious spirit was intriguing at first, but it was everything but. In fact, it had drawn frustration from Rafeeq on more than one occasion, and that night was no different.
“So what happened? I thought I was only being the third wheel tonight.” Reign settled into her seat after they’d reached the restaurant.
The atmosphere was delightful, especially with the live band and attentive wait staff. Rafeeq had visited on many occasions when in town but usually attempted to leave his sister to her lonesome and grant the wish of privacy on Thursdays. But it was a Tuesday, and after having a baby a bit over a week ago, he knew she could use the hour or two out of the house.
“That was the plan, but… to be frank, fuck ole girl.” Rafeeq shrugged and popped open the menu that sat before him.
“Wow. That was fast. What happened there?” Scrunching her nose and lifting her cheeks, Reign questioned the sudden displeasure in Rafeeq’s voice.
“I’m trying, sis. Some shit I never do, and she’s leaving a nigga out here to rot.”
“Rafeeq, there has to be a reason. I’m sure she’s just afraid. Everyone isn’t like mom and I, and the aggressive approach to life that you and our father take may be a bit much for her.” Reign reasoned with him.
“She’s the reason. She won’t allow herself to live. She won’t allow any attachments. In my opinion, she’s suffering from abandonment issues, but that ain’t got shit to do with me. I’m trying to lock her down, but she won’t slow the fuck down.”
“Because she’s scared. Jumping into something so fast can be intimidating for some.”
“This woman goes to the extremes.”
“How so?”
“Whenever we spend a night together, she slips out before I can open my eyes. And to make matters worse, it frustrates me because I can’t hear her little sneaky ass. My life depends on my alertness and ability to react on a whim. I don’t be hearing shit.”
“And that frustrates you, huh? A woman pulling the same move that you pull every time you have company over? You call your doorman to come scoop them up while you disappear in your bedroom or bathroom and leave the poor girls clueless. But now that the tables have turned, it’s an issue?”
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p; “That’s not the point.” Rafeeq hadn’t considered his identical treatment of other women. The way he discarded their feelings was awful. Since he felt as if he was receiving the same treatment, he’d gotten his draws in a bunch.
“It is my point. She’s doing to you what you’ve done to others for years now. What’s the problem? Don’t you like things that way?”
“You’re not helping.”
“I’m not supposed to, Heavy. My job is to help you see our side of things. I’m a woman first. Besides, I think you really like her, and it is comical… seeing you sweat over someone finally. I haven’t met her, but I think I may like this one. She’s not laying down and rolling over because you say so. She has her own terms. Her own will.”
“Reign, you’re completely useless tonight, love. I’m sorry to break it to you.” Rafeeq sighed, reclining until his back reached the chair behind him.
“Or at least that is just how you feel right now. It will make sense later. Tell me, did she decline your date offer tonight?”
“Nah, I didn’t get the chance to ask her out. She wasn’t home.”
“So why is it fuck her all of a sudden because she wasn’t home?”
“There’s more to it, baby girl. I can assure you, she knew I was at her door. There’s a part of me that felt her watching me. I’m not certain of her whereabouts nor can I confirm that she was inside, but she was close. Shit is weird. I could feel her presence.”
Rubbing his hand down his face, Rafeeq tried ridding himself of the feelings stirring up at the thought of Hampsher avoiding him. As it slid down toward his chin, and his vision was awarded again, he was surprised to see the smirk that Reign had on her face.
“You know… Mom avoided Dad for a while, but even from behind bars, he was able to reach her. There’s nothing but air and opportunity, so you have no excuse. I can see that this is someone you’re really interested in. She’s just got some issues with her. Reminds me of when my husband and I met. I was literally married, Heavy.
