Don’t pull out. Stay buried.
My eyes roll back. Greedy as fuck, I play with fate until the last second. My hands fumble to her waist to lift her up. My engorged cock pops free to erupt. Streams of thick, white, hot cum cut through the air to coat the front of Chione’s ass and back.
“Thank you. Thank you,” she repeats weakly.
“No, don’t try to move.”
I can’t have her falling on her face. Hell, I even have a bit of trouble moving when I stand. Not wanting to have to make more than one trip, I decide to pick Chione up to carry her with me to the main bedroom. Placing her in a chair, I collect a soapy rag to clean her up. I know the warm water on her swollen pussy feels like heaven right now. Quickly, I wipe down, toss the rag in the corner, pick her up, and head for the bed.
“Hey, eat first,” I order as I hand her some food.
Half awake, she does as I say, but barely.
“Too much?” I question sheepishly.
Chione cuts her eyes at me. “Like it was your last night on earth,” she huffs.
Chewing, I feel a bit of fear. “I promise every time won’t be like this.”
“If you want my ass to last, I hope not.” She smirks.
I nod. “So, I shouldn’t wake you up in a few hours?”
Her answer is a roll of her eyes before she closes them. It takes no time for her breathing to deepen.
9
SHAHID
I won’t admit to anyone, but my ass was out like a light once I climbed into bed next to Chione. Funny how I asked about round two. However, the lure of deep sleep was much more appealing. So much so that even my dreams are filled with Chione. Touching her body, feeling the warmth of her mouth surrounding my dick is more than enough to cause me to seek the comfort of my sleep than the light of day.
“Mmmm…”
The slip, the slob of her mouth, and the back of her throat—I swear I’m going to…
The cold air hitting my dick socks me out of the claws of what I thought was fantasy. Not wanting to lose the dream, I crack an eye. The bed dips. Something wet and warm touches my cock.
“Chione,” I gasp at the feel of her lowering her body to impale herself on my dick.
Instantly, I grasp her hips to aid her upwards movement.
“I wanted to know if I could still ride.”
From the moan she pulls from me, I think it’s a yes. The lack of an arm has taken nothing away from her skills. Her strong thighs grip the sides of my body while she over compensates for the loss of balance. Palm flat on my chest, she pauses to swivel her hips. I don’t care that she’s taking it slow. I’m just happy to be back in it so soon.
In a daze, I watch the love of my life. It’s something about this position. Or maybe it’s the fact that Chione desires me so much, enjoyed me so much that she couldn’t wait to feel me inside of her again. Having her in command creates a need in me that I didn’t even know I had. I’m the man, the leader, and King that everyone looks to, takes from, and expects all from. Very rarely am I seen as just a man, which is the main reason why I swap places with Chadli. However, from the expression on Chione’s face, I can tell that a man is all she sees and needs. She’s not about pleasing me, but her selfish ass is riding me because she’s out to get hers.
Strong sensations cause my stomach to go taut and sink. My eyes roll back in my head as I grind to meet her downward motions to create a tighter seal. Our moans pepper the air. In no rush, I let her choose our path to ecstasy.
“I wanna feel it again. How do—”
“The spot is towards the front and up, so lean a bit, scoot your hips until you feel… Ah, I think you found it.” I sigh.
“God, that’s sooooo fuckin’ good,” she groans.
“This will make it feel even better. Grind your clit on me. That’s it, baby. Use me. Make your pussy happy.”
I take advantage of her exposed ass. Shifting a bit to the side to reach around and behind her ass, I coat my fingers with her cunt juice. Feeling my dick ease out to cram its way back in is one helluva mental visual. Leaning up, I suck hard on her nipple. It’s the last straw. Holding her tight to my chest, I place my feet flat. Pounding her triple time, I tip her headfirst over the cliff of bliss.
Pressing her firmly down, I don’t want to miss a quiver of her orgasm. Sensing she was almost done I start up to give her one more before I join her at the blessed end.
CHIONE
"Your home?" I say in awe.
"One of our homes," Shahid stresses.
"You mean the property of your country?"
Leaning over, Shahid whispers into my ear. "It’s ours. I have made my own investments." Pausing, he locks eyes with me. "I believe you suggested that to me," he whispers as he taps a finger to his lips.
My eyes widen. Yes, I did mention him having his own instead of depending on his title. At the time, I was messing with him, you know? I think I asked him a 'what if 'scenario with him being overthrown or something. He said the answer standard, that would never happen. I pushed back with a wisecrack and ended with a kinda, crazy shit happens every day. In the changing climate of politics, you better have your own well to drink from.
Well, I was joking. He took my words to heart. This was some deep well. I tell you.
"I thought you said seven floors," I point out, only counting four.
"There are three sub-terrain levels, housing staff quarters, pool, sauna, bowling alley, squash court, and other useless shit the previous owner put in to flex on the others around."
Our car drives through the streets of the famed Belgravia Square until we stop in front of an impressive apartment style-home. The sun brightens the white concrete stones, which really makes the black ironwork of the lamp above the door and positioned at the large windows which bow out to create railings for the balconies on the upper floors.
I'm grateful for the seconds Shahid takes to walk around to my side door so I can get my shit together. Face right, head high, it feels like red carpet time. He seems to not notice or care to notice the pulling back of curtains in homes to see who was walking to up to the front door. A resident or two came outside to inspect something to rubberneck in our direction.
"Sire." Bowing at the waist, a tall male with piercing eyes opens the door.
"Jul," stepping to the side to ensure the man acknowledges Chione. "You're Mistress Chione."
The man straightens. Nothing moves in his face as he regards me. "A pleasure. The home has been lacking for so long." He bows while backing out of the doorway.
My friend, my lover, my girlfriend, never did I consider mistress. No, Your Mistress. That extra word carries the weight of a much deeper meaning. The pristine white continues inside the stunning home. I want to touch the wall to figure out what the wall treatment is made of. However, I can feel the eyes of Jul and the staff on me. Not wooden floors, but expensive tiles of neutral earth colors of different patterns back up the different rooms. Stepping from the foyer to the right, sunshine illuminates a large room. Glancing upward, I marvel at the curve crown molding lining the ceiling.
"Shahid!"
A deep frown creases my face at the sound of the very familiar voice. I turn just in time to see Shahid kiss and embrace Dr. O. His father is not far behind. I want to ask why is she here? The woman lives in London. If his dad wanted to be up her ass, can't he do it over at her place? I mean I thought after leaving the suite, I would get a break from seeing her. Yet, she's gone from the hotel to this house?
"Dr. O," I chime in. "I didn't think to see you here too."
The woman gives Shahid a sly look. "Well, I—”
"She's staying with us to be close to you."
Dr. O smiles as if she's revealed that he's come to her rescue. Fuck that shit. I gotta know what the hell is really going on. Like now, he's holding her hand, giving her an open smile. Nah, boo. I ain't buying what Shahid said before.
"Speaking of which, um, did everything turn out okay?" She smirks.
Hold up? Did this woman just ask if everything is all good after fuckin’ each other? She knew about that, too? Why would he tell her what he was planning? Yeah, she is my doctor, but us bumping uglies is none of her damn business.
"Actually, I want you to check her out," announces Shahid as he waves me over. "You did a lot of walking yesterday. I want to make sure your wobbling has nothing to do with your foot," he teases.
Stealing a kiss to take the words I was fixing my mouth to say, he motions for his dad to follow him out of the room.
SHAHID
I've just bought myself a good thirty or maybe forty minutes. Entering a small sitting room down the hall, I close the door after my father comes inside.
"Do I have a problem?" I ask, trying to use my stolen moment wisely.
"I would say yes. The cook was right to call Yassine about his worries. I hope you reward the man."
"He was already going to be a part of Chione's private household. He's just proving his worth," I replied absentmindedly.
Shrugging, father waves me off. "You had to know this was going to happen. You have four women upstairs. You think they'll just roll over after you brought Chione here?" He scoffs. "Shit, there's seven more in your palace," he adds.
"I've been preparing them for this day," I stress.
"Bullshit! You've been fooling yourself, Shahid. Why the hell do you think I could never make it with—”
"Because you weren't willing to rock the boat to get to your destiny," I snap, cutting him off.
"Ah, the wisdom of the young and ruthless." He smirks. "When your course involves others, you can't chart it so easily, son. Everyone won't bend the knee."
"Then it doesn't matter to me because without a head, I don't give a fuck if they bow or not ‘cause they are no longer a threat." I smile wickedly.
For the first time, my father leans back in amazement. For the first time, I give him a glimpse of an expression that must have him believing he's seeing a ghost.
"Do you see?"
"Yes, I see very clearly and I understand," he remarks with an odd look in his eyes. I understand that a few have underestimated you by picking the wrong side," he admits.
I tilt my head. "And you, Father, don't tell me you've made that mistake."
His eyes never waver from my own. "Never have I ever. My questioning was only to get you to test your logic for its soundness. No, son, I know your greatness. Now, that I can see it visibly and you are ready to display it to the world, I'll gladly stand behind you," he finishes with a bow of his head.
I nod. I can't explain the amount of pride I'm feeling at this moment. At last, he is giving it all to me.
"A bit of advice, though. Tell her before it's no longer an option," is the last thing he says before strolling past me to leave me to my thoughts.
I tug at my hair in frustration. I want to laugh to keep from screaming. I've come so far. We've come so far from playing games to finding her, and dealing with all her shit. Hell, I finally got the pussy just yesterday after two years. Now, he's advising me to tell Chione that I have ten women that consider me their lover with two of them campaigning like a motherfucker to be my wives.
Thirty days of raunchy, continuous sex by day and making soul-binding by night was the plan. With each day that passes I would fortify the web, trapping her to me, making Chione crave my touch to the point that I was all she would see. Yeah, there would be sticker shock. I know, but in all, her love for me would be strong. Instead, I'm hoping that I've accomplished the same thing in a different way and less time by being there for her. You may call it manipulating. I say it's what happens in 95% of all relationships. What the fuck you think is going on when one person creates a narrative that leaves out that they are lazy as hell, don't want kids, want to still run the streets, oh and is lying about how much money they actually make to get the other person to fall in love?
Although I know Yas is awaiting my call, I forgo it. Chione is too damn fresh in my mind to stay away for too long. Along the way to the elevator, I stop to get the undercurrent of the house from certain staff comfortable enough to spill the tea. By the time I reach Chione and my floor, I know I have a fuckin’ problem on my hand.
"Did you know it was here?"
Chione's excitement is what I need to get me out of my head. I can't stop the beaming smile that spreads on my face.
"Do you like it?"
I can drown in her dark eyes at the moment as she gazes up at me.
"You’re kidding, right? Look at it!" she demands.
"Move out the way, and I can," I tease.
Mocking embarrassment, she sways out of the way to put the prosthetic arm on full display.
"It came last night. You'll have to wait for the fitting and programming to be able to use it, but you can try it out by pressing these buttons," explains Ma as she points to a small control panel nestled in the velvety case.
For the next thirty minutes, I listen to ohs and ahs over every move, grip, and bend of the arm.
"Was the checkup, okay?"
"There's a tiny blister forming that needs to be monitored, but other than that, you’re fine." Ma shrugs.
"Dinner?"
"Not tonight, and I think Father wants your attention." I wink.
I laugh at what she grumbles under her breath as she leaves the room.
"Have you hit that?"
My lost ass is glancing around the room to figure out what object Chione might be referring to.
"Don't be dumb," she snaps. "You and the old boy into sharing?"
For a second, I stare at Chione as if she's crazy. "Hell no!" I growl.
"So, what's the story? There is a story," she presses.
With so much shit going on, I need to unpack some of it. "Forgive me if the idea of fuckin’ my mother makes me sick to the stomach," I mumble.
"You’re a liar," she hisses. "You're not mixed," she stresses as she examines me from head to toe.
Ignoring her rude remark, I give her the story she's demanding to hear.
"Her parents emigrated from Nigeria to England when she was in her later teens. They met while in college. It's common for us to do a kind of a tour while we study abroad to see how the world works outside of our bubble. Anyway, they dated, fell for each other, and she got pregnant. They played house for a while, but ma was a realist to know it wasn't going to work out. He took me because I was born first."
By the time I finish, Chione is ready to believe I wasn't lying.
"Now, he wants back in," she comments with a shake of her head.
"So, he says. I mean I don't think he ever stopped loving her."
Narrowing her eyes, I know what’s coming next. "If that's true then why didn't they make it?"
I crack my lips to speak and then close it. The noose is slipping. Chione pins me with her dark gaze, waiting for me to step into the trap.
"It was over thirty years ago," I state, trying to skate around the question.
"That's not an answer. What was it that fucked things up between them? Why is he trying now?"
Fuck, Chione! Why the hell can she see what others seem to overlook? Her mind is like a goddamn steel trap with moving, razor-sharp gears that break down shit to connect the dots.
Not blinking, I don’t sugar coat the truth. "They came from different worlds, and my father was too weak to change things to make it livable for them as a couple. Made up an excuse by picking fights to the point that my ma finally told him to kiss her ass and get the hell down the road, and he did ‘cause it was the easy way out. Now, I'm hoping you don’t try and make the same mistakes like my fuckin’ idiot father did. "
CHIONE
Draped in his tailored black jacket and slacks, Shahid is almost enough to make me throw caution to the wind and fall face first into this fantasy he's working overtime to create. My body yells from me not to press things as I scan his handsome face.
"Is it common knowledge that your mama is black?"
"My father told his father
on his death bed, but beyond that, no."
"I bet that did the old man in." I sneer.
"It hurt my grandfather that he was robbed of knowing Chadli. Pride is what the old man felt. That knowledge gave him an extra week of life because he was determined to rework his affairs to include Chadli. He didn't want my brother to think he didn't want to know him. It had been our father's mistake, not his."
The amount of anguish in his tone punches me in the gut.
"You know about him, though, right?"
He shakes his head while casting his gazes outside.
"I was a mean little shit as a kid. I was mean to my grandma all because it bothered me that I didn't have a mother. Where the hell was she? I didn't want a fuckin’ substitute. My father snatched me up real quick one day to tell me what had happened. He didn't sugar coat it either. He told me what he had done and why. He told me that my hate should be for him, not her. He showed me a picture of her. I couldn't keep it. I didn't know I had a brother until the day he told my grandfather. Shocked the shit out of me. Pissed me off too, because he had robbed me of yet another person all in the name of duty."
"But you got a chance, right?"
Wait? Why the fuck am I trying to soothe him? I can't get so caught up that I don't focus on me. If I didn't learn anything from his story, I got the bit where his mama was smart enough to make sure she looked out for herself. I'm sure it hurt like hell to split up the pair.I couldn't do something like that if a baby came out of all of this. In any case, Dr. O is doing great all by herself.
Licking my lips, I transition the topic back to me.
"Registration for classes…" I add when Shahid turns his odd eye back on me. He's peeking through the words I'm speaking to find the motive behind them. "They are opening soon, so how is my schooling going to work if we're still together?"
Jesus, why did I have to add the “if” to it all? The way his face twists and darkens has me mapping out an escape route.
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