by Tiana Laveen
She grimaced and rolled her eyes, then closed and locked her door.
“Fine.” She walked past him to the elevators. She could feel his stare on her, but she didn’t dare look back. Nope. She was looking up and toward the future. She refused to drown and be belly up with the fishes. Besides, this wasn’t exactly over. If he said the wrong damn thing, she would try her luck elsewhere. She wasn’t about to beg any damn body to treat her right. Her sister would roll over in her grave if she did that. I’ve earned everything I have! If Terrell got out of line, pushed his luck, so be it. There were plenty of other law firms who she was certain would love to have her, and though she’d miss making partner, at least she’d still have her dignity. She planned to go out with a bang…
I walked into my man’s place, my mouth all set for sushi, fried rice and tempura veggies. Instead, I walked into a hedonistic wonderland… a playground for two…
Yasmine’s bag slipped from her fingertips when her eyes landed on a huge swing hanging from the ceiling in the hallway. The ropes seemed to be sturdy black and red twine.
“Niiix!” she called out, locking the door behind her and removing her coat. He’d told her to come right up, but where was he? She placed her coat in the hallway closet, then made her way into the kitchen expecting to see him there but he wasn’t. A bottle of champagne was chilling on ice in a silver bucket on the counter… just like he’d promised. She plucked the bottle out.
Perrier Jouet Belle Epoque, 2004. She placed it back down, careful to not topple the two cava flutes next to the bucket.
“Nix, baby! I’m here,” she called out once again as she toed off her shoes. She picked up her heels and went to place them by the front door. When she turned around, she noticed the sconce lights, which were always on in the hall, were now dimmed, and the hallway was hauntingly dark.
“Hey, sweet little Nymph. Take off your fucking clothes and put your heels back on,” came his deep, raspy voice through the speakers, touching her soul and making her turn into melted butter. She started undoing her plum button-down blouse and soon she was naked, with her black four-inch heels back on. Goosebumps covered her flesh.
She cracked a smile when ‘Slow Motion’ by Juvenile began to play. She began to dance and snap her fingers to the beat. Suddenly, the entire place went black. The music stopped, and she was barely able to see her own hand in front of her face. Was it a power outage?
“Ugh…” She gasped when a hard, masculine body pressed against her. Teeth dragged along the edge of her ear and the distinct scent of leather and cigar smoke permeated the air. The lights flashed, then a spinning red light came on, all across the space. She wondered if she should look behind her, but then thought better of it.
Silk’s ‘There’s a Meeting in My Bedroom’ began to play then. Nixon picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder, then positioned her on the swing in the hallway, placing her fingers around the handles. Now she was able to get a good look at the son of a bitch.
Her pussy throbbed and pulsed at the sight of the fine specimen. Nix’s hair was combed to perfection and a wicked desire gleamed in his eyes. Clad in black leather biker pants, his huge erection thrust out of a diamond shaped cutout at the crotch. He was barefoot and bare-chested, his pecs covered in silky black hair and a long silver chain with a Satyr pendant glinting in the strobing crimson light. She cupped her left breast and gave it a squeeze as her pussy creamed.
“Yeah… that’s good. Suck your titty.”
She brought it up to her lips and sucked the nipple slow and easy. He drew so close she could see her reflection in his eyes… then startled when he touched her pussy and slipped his finger inside, pumping at the same leisurely rhythm.
He gripped her at the nape with his free hand and reeled her in for a kiss. He tasted of mint and wine… Then, he pulled back and gave her a gentle nudge. Their worlds collided and retreated from each other as she began to sway back and forth on the swing. Coming and going. Every time she rocked towards him, he went deeper within her with his digit. She could smell his distinct natural aroma blending in with his signature cologne that she loved. He left out of sight for a moment and returned with some odd contraption in his grip.
“This, my dear, is a little gift from me to you. It’s a special prize for my sex princess.” He winked at her and held the clear and black plastic gadget up. “It’s a pussy pump.” One end was a clear cup, attached to a hose. The other end featured a black squeezable bulb. He unceremoniously opened her legs and placed the cup against her pussy, then began to pump, and pump. And pump.
“Shit…” She hissed and pressed her eyes closed as he worked her like some toy and her pussy lips and clit swelled. Just when she was certain she couldn’t stand it anymore, he removed the thing and discarded it. He ran a finger along her puffy pussy lips, opened them up, and laughed, in a flirty sort of way.
“I definitely approve… You already had a gorgeous pussy; now, it’s red and ready for me.” She shuddered from his touch and words, the sensation magnified like never before. “Do you know how bad I want you, baby?” His voice boomed, as if he had a microphone attached to him, but it was just her acute senses working overtime. “Do you know how much I want to fuck you tonight?! Fuck you so good that you forget who you are and have to tap the hell out?” His lips curled in a crooked grin.
Her voice caught in her throat… but only for a moment.
“I can’t wait, baby. I want to feel you…”
His gorgeous eyes hooded and his head cocked to the side as if he were sizing her up. She kept swinging ever so slowly until he yanked one side of the swing, forcing her to veer hard to the right. She looked up at the ceiling and saw it appeared secure, harnessed to a large hook. When she met eyes with him once again, he practically pounced on her, one knee between her thighs, weighing down the swing seat. He licked up and down her neck, then left a trail of urgent kisses. She wanted to feel him so deep inside her… she wanted it in the worst way. Needed it! Her very soul was screaming as he toyed with her, teased her. “Nixon, come on!”
She gnashed her teeth, for her Nymph body was hot and wet, ready for his entry. She was falling apart on the inside. Her life had been a rollercoaster, a tumultuous episode of betrayal and unwanted surprises that had sent her down an angry spiral…
“I know what you need. When you need it. And how you need it,” he barked, his nostrils flared. Dropping low, down her body, he crossed his arms around her back, drew her in, and flicked his long, hot tongue against her pussy. She sighed with delight as he burrowed his face against her nature, nothing but shiny black locks of hair in her sight. He flicked and twirled his tongue against her distended love, guzzling her juices while they poured from her like a river. “You taste like love… smell like desire. Mmmm… you’ve got such delicious pussy, baby!”
She held on to the straps as he caressed and devoured her, his mouth the key to her undoing. She shuddered, exploding, a gushing from her pussy proving her complete loss of control.
“Oh, fuck!” She writhed about as her pussy squirted, her orgasm showing no signs of letting up. Instead of him pulling away from her as she burst like a water balloon, he went even harder, lapping up her spurting saps and destroying the little that remained of her control. She had another orgasm, then another, her body completely drained, wracked with delight, but her mind was on full alert.
Getting to his feet, he placed her ankles in restraints, going about his task methodically – a man with a plan. His chin glistened with her juices, and he swiped his tongue along his lower lip, tasting her once more before taking a step back.
He reached into a black leather pouch strapped along his waist and pulled out a little black device, which he stretched and rolled along his dick until it hit about the mid-point of his shaft. It looked like it was made of latex, and was covered in little prickles and bumps.
Then, without warning, he gripped his cock and entered her, breaching her fortress.
“Oh, shit! OH GOD!”
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Darkness and beauty swam in his eyes as he stared at her, each thrust more demanding than the last. She could barely catch her breath, barely hold on to her sanity as the sensations of his thumb stimulating her clit, his dick to the hilt inside her, thrusting at rapid speed, and the ring he’d placed on it threatened to drive her out of her mind.
“That’s right… take it… FEEL IT. Swollen, red little pussy… wet, pretty hole of my horny Nymph. You belong to me. Every strand of hair on your head is mine, the curve of your lips, your big, soft ass, the bottoms of your feet and the bend of your knees and elbows are all owned by Saint Nix. It’s Christmas, baby… and I’m pretty sure, before this is all over, I’m going to snow…”
She sighed and arched, the sensations vibrating through her body, sending her into overdrive. She powered through it, gyrating her hips against him, needing more and more of what he delivered. Their moans and exhales chased one another, and the looks of pure ecstasy in his eyes sent her over the edge. She came once again, and he grabbed her by the neck and layered her collarbone with kisses.
“Nix!!! Yes! Fuck me, baby!”
He twisted his hips from left to right, back and forth, moving like he was born to fuck. Resting his forehead against hers, he gripped her shoulder to hold her steady. His prisoner. The swing moved back and forth like a pendulum, faster and faster it swayed, the dizzying red lights and the sounds of Natasha Moseley’s ‘Anything’ taking her under their spell.
“I’m gonna cum, baby!” He grunted, and they peaked at the same time. Her body shivered as he flooded her walls, jerking violently, banging his body into hers with ruthless abandon until he was spent…
Breathing hard, they rested against one another, forehead to forehead, eyes closed… in their own strange world filled with black leather, red lights, twine ropes, metal hooks, and a love connection out of this damn world…
Nixon leaned forward on the bar counter that was now littered with empty glasses, some his and others his colleagues’. In the distance stood his fiancée, wearing a black cape of sorts, paired with a formfitting black bodysuit and thigh high boots. She reminded him of a fucking cat… and he loved every piece of her. He turned away and puffed once on his cigar before resting it on the ashtray.
Oh, what a night… It had been long and he was beginning to feel a buzz. Thankfully, several of his friends were there, as well as his brother, Leo, who’d already agreed to drive him back home once the festivities were through.
This was one of the many parties they’d planned, in celebration of the upcoming wedding between a Satyr and his hardheaded Nymph. He spotted Goldie slinking about in a red bodycon dress and matching red heels. She was being an amazing hostess, ensuring everyone had what they needed. Her hair was pulled taut in a bun, showcasing her pretty face. In fact, the bulk of Yasmine’s friends, who came from all walks of life, were almost as striking as she was. He’d met quite a few of them. Some wore their natural tresses; others wore 30-inch weaves.
Some were skinny as rails, others were short with killer smiles. A few were elegant BBWs that could wear the shit out of a form fitting skirt and had bountiful confidence galore. He loved that she hung around so many different types of women that were definitely on her level. Still, Yasmine held the trophy. Of course, he was biased, but he loved that. It proved that Yasmine wasn’t insecure and didn’t mind hanging out, befriending, and being close to other beautiful women who she regarded as sisters. As if reading his mind, Goldie made eye contact with him at that moment. She made her way over, a glass of red wine in hand, and rested her hand along his shoulder.
“Hey, Nixon. Can I talk to you for a minute?” she stated in his ear.
“Of course.”
“It’s too loud in here. Let’s step out.” He nodded, slipped off his bar stool, and tapped Tex on the back.
“I’ll be right back.” They exited the tavern and stood on the sidewalk.
“Damn, it’s cold out here! Brrrr!” Goldie laughed as she ran her hands up and down her arms. “I’ll make it quick.” He removed his blazer and wrapped it around her shoulders. “Ohhh, thank you!”
“You’re welcome. Can’t have the maid of honor out here freezing her ass off. We need you there for the big day.” They both laughed at that. “So, what’s up?”
“I’m not going to ask you directly, and you don’t even have to answer, but I’m letting you know that I know.”
“You know what?”
She looked at him for a spell, brow arched and lips pursed.
“That you, shall we say, had words with Camden and he scurried away like some damn mouse being chased by a big ass cat. You’re that cat.” He mustered a blank stare. “That’s what I expected from you.” She laughed, the sound light and airy. “Silence. Yasmine said that’s what you do. Typical man…” she quipped. “Anyway, the reason why I’m telling you this is because I want you to know that Yasmine didn’t tell you the entire story about what happened when she met with her boss, Terrell, after Camden quit.”
He swallowed. What the hell was his woman keeping from him?
“What do you mean, she didn’t tell me the entire story?” He threw up his hands. “She said it went fine. He apologized profusely and stated that Camden’s father, when he was alive, had done him a huge favor. He didn’t want to get into all the details, but apparently, he never would’ve made it through law school without that money, since he came from humble beginnings. This is why he convinced the firm to not take action against Camden, but was hoping the guy would simply resign after Yasmine brought those allegations to light.”
He searched his memory for the details of Yasmine’s explanation. “She said he made a convincing argument and believed him when he claimed he had no idea about some of the shit Camden had been wrapped up in until she showed proof. After he found all that out, he’d asked Camden to leave but the fucker refused, stating that they had a contract and if Terrell reneged, he would cause trouble. Terrell wanted to get Camden removed some way, but his hands were tied. That’s the story. Yasmine said they made an amends at the end, though she still doesn’t fully trust him. Is what she told me not true?”
“Well.” She grimaced. “It’s true, Nixon, everything she said, but what she didn’t let you know is that Terrell told her that Camden had initially said he was concerned for his own safety. That someone he refused to name had threatened his life and it just wasn’t worth him staying there. Then, I guess as he thought about it, he believed Terrell had something to do with it… that he and Yasmine were in cahoots. So they got into it. Badly. That’s the part she left out.” She shrugged. “And before you even ask, Nixon, Yasmine didn’t tell you because she realized that you were the person Camden was talking about. You were the reason things had changed. In her favor, of course. She didn’t want you to be involved anymore, but things got a little messy.”
“What do you mean got a little messy?”
“Terrell had to file a protection order. Camden had made some threats.”
“Damn it!” Nix inhaled hard. The cool breeze felt like ice in his very soul, but that was nothing compared to his rage.
“It’s handled, okay?” Goldie placed her hand on his shoulder.
“Why are you telling me this? Why are you telling me what Yasmine should have told me?! She should’ve never kept this from me.” He started to walk back into the bar.
“Nixon, wait! Don’t go charging in there without hearing me out.” He forced himself to stop. “You weren’t exactly honest, either. It’s understandable as to why you didn’t tell Yasmine about what you did, but let’s be real. You put the fear of God in the man. Bravo, but don’t act like you kept it 100. Anyway, you have no idea how she appreciated you for what you did. Nobody, except her father, has ever put their own career, hell, their life on the line like that for her! She wished you hadn’t, Nixon, but she was so, so, grateful you did! She came to me crying, and do you know why?”
“Why?”
“A tiny part of her was afraid of
how much she loved you, Nixon.” Damn. He could relate. “She was afraid something bad would happen, like the other shoe dropping, something awful that would ruin everything. She couldn’t lose you, especially due to a damn fool like Camden! You know she’s a secure woman. She can hold her own, but she told me you have a past, as we all do,” The woman placed her hand against her heart, clearly overwrought. “And a little part of her was afraid that one day, you might grow bored of her.” He looked away. “Nix, don’t take it hard.”
“How could she think something like that?”
“Because she’s human. Because she met someone so incredible, so exciting and full of life, that she thanks God for you on a daily basis.” The woman smiled sadly. “Nixon, Yasmine and I have had some challenging relationships in the past, to put it mildly. She’s been hurt, more than once. She’s also had some good relationships, but those were few and far in between. When Yasmine is in love, she is all in. Yasmine loves really hard. She also tries to be everything to everybody sometimes, and that’s just not possible.” She threw up her hands.
“These are private discussions that us women have amongst ourselves,” she continued. “Just a room full of friends, drinking, discussing love and life.” He nodded in understanding. “She told us what a beautiful person you were – not just the physical, Nix, but the mental, and your heart! She looked at her engagement ring and said, ‘I hate to say this, a woman like me, but if I lost my man, I just don’t know what I would do… He’s incredible.’ She never believed in twin flames, twin souls, whatever the hell all that shit is, until she met you. I have never heard her talk about a guy like that, and I’ve known Yasmine most of our lives.”
“The same things she wants, I want too, Goldie. I want to travel all over the world with this woman. Spend the rest of my life with her. She’s my best friend. She’s the only person I can be myself with, with no concern about judgement. No, I wasn’t always eager to settle down. I had my reasons. But when Yasmine came onto the scene, that all changed. Sometimes, you just have to meet the right one, ya know?” She smiled. “And I am doubly lucky because not only is my woman mind-blowing, so is her family and she obviously has amazing friends, too!” He reached for her and gave her a big hug.
