Power of the Pen

by Xyla Turner

“I’m a fan of his work, yes. As I told you on the night we met, I dabble in some BDSM, but not all aspects.”

  “What aspects?” she asked with more than curiosity in her voice, but intrigue.

  “Have you tried it?” I asked.

  “No, not really.”

  I continued to hold her on me.

  “Well, I like the bondage aspect, but in moderation. Tying up my partner, but no gagging. I like the discipline part: I’ve used canes, belts, hands, and floggers. I’m less into the sadistic part. I don’t get off from inflicting pain, but I do get off by seeing that my partner enjoys being spanked or disciplined, the submissive aspect.”

  I raised an eyebrow. “Oh, yeah?” She made a humming noise and continued, “So you like women crawling around on the floor being pulled by their hair?” She asked with a raised eyebrow.

  “Seeing a woman crawl with that ass on display, yes. Treating a woman like a dog, not so much.”

  Her eyebrows went up.

  “What?”

  “Well, Z. Hays, writes about that.” She said pointedly.

  “Okay, you are a blogger, and you clearly don’t like everything you read. I may not be down with every aspect of his writing, but I do enjoy him as an author. He really is a good writer.”

  “What are you his spokesperson?” She asked sarcastically.

  “No, but I do enjoy his work.” I grabbed her by the neck. “Love, you got to give honor where honor is due.”

  She willingly came down towards me as her lips were inches away from mine. “Is that the army talking?”

  “No.”

  “Hmm, well he is a good writer.” She conceded.

  I smiled and took her lips as she wrapped her hands around my neck to deepen the kiss. The woman was unraveling me and now she just admitted that I, I mean, Z. Hays was a good writer. Life, all of a sudden, seemed good. It was then I decided not to tell her. She just wouldn’t know. She couldn’t. I wanted her for me, but I know that her knowing who I really am would be the end.

  “Love,” I moaned as she sucked on my neck.

  Running my hands through her hair, I pulled it so I could take over. She was one that needed to be tamed or she would try to tame you. Her eyes were low again as she licked her lips.

  BOOM, BOOM, BOOM

  Someone was banging on the door.

  I looked at her to see if there was something I should know, but she raised her eyebrows and went to get off of me. I moved her so she was sitting on the couch. If someone was knocking like that, I was the only one answering the door. She followed, being hardheaded.

  A raised fist was high in the air, mid-knock, when I opened it.

  “Yes?” I looked at the short woman that I met a couple of weeks ago. She had called her Gab.

  She looked at me and blushed a little like she wasn’t expecting me. “Oh,” she said.

  “What do you want?” Lauren snapped, standing next to me.

  “We need to talk.” She peered at Lauren.

  “We most certainly do not,” Lauren said as she tried to close the door, but I wouldn’t let her.

  She looked at me as if to say move.

  “We can catch up later,” I said.

  “No, Zach, Gabrielle and I have nothing to discuss.” She enunciated every word.

  Oh, this was a girl fight. I turned towards the woman in the door and said, “Are you going to be able to work this out like adults or will you need a mediator? I’ve broken up enough female fights already.”

  “What?” Gab gasped at his comment.

  “Will there be a physical altercation?” Zach asked again.

  “No,” she exclaimed. “I just need to talk to Lauren and explain. She’s my friend.”

  After assessing the women who looked very remorseful, I turned and backed Lauren in the corner, near the crowded coat rack and whispered, “Love, I’ll see you later tonight, okay. Let’s do dinner at my place. I’m cooking. It’ll be simple, but delicious.” She softened and nodded, so I continued. “Talk to your friend. You only come across real friends once in a blue moon, and life is too short for stupid shit.”

  I kissed her as she wrapped her arms around my neck. Sucking on her tongue, her bottom lip and jaw line. “See you later,” I whispered in her ear and turned to leave, opening the door, so the short one could go in.

  She took advantage of the opportunity, and when I looked back, she was closing the door as I started Lola.

  Well, my job was done in that regard.

  Chapter 8

  Lauren:

  Zach thought he was slick, leaving the door open so Gab could come in. And then his little parting comments… Gab was someone I had considered a real friend, but I wasn’t sure if that was because of the years or what.

  “Listen, Lauren, we really need to talk.” Gab closed the door.

  “I really don’t have anything to say to you.” I raised an eyebrow and folded my arms over my chest.

  “Fine, but I have something to say to you.” She dropped her bag. “We’ve been friends too long for something like this to come between us. I value your friendship, and I’m not okay with things being like this.”

  “Gab, you don’t seem to understand that you’re questioning me about the turn of events with Sheree put all of that on the line. You should know me better than you seem to, but you don’t, and that makes me think you don’t really value our friendship.”

  “What? I do. I swear it, hon. I just don’t do well with being in the middle of people’s stuff. I try to take people at face value, so when Sheree came over my house, crying about how you humiliated her, I just took what she said. It didn’t even occur to me that she was exaggerating or making any of it up.” She pleaded. “I’m telling you, I just wanted you guys to mend fences, but then she started talking so badly about you that I couldn’t believe it.”

  I shook my head, “So, now you believe me?”

  “It wasn’t that I didn’t believe you. I just see her for the hater she is. I didn’t see it before, and it was never that I didn’t believe you. I just didn’t know how to reconcile between the two. That woman is hateful and mean.” Gab made a face.

  “You have no idea.” I shook my head.

  “At one point, I had to remind her that I was on the plus size as well.” Gab shook her head. ”She tried to play it off like ‘oh, that’s because you are short.’ I didn’t really get it fully, but she started to sound more hateful and bitter and I don’t need that in my life.”

  “Yeah, girl. I hear you. I didn’t know either, until she started doing sly shit and masking it like it was me that was crazy.” I was shaking my head. “I don’t like to think of people that way, but a hater is a hater.”

  “Yeah, I’m sorry girl. I know I need to not just listen to people when they tell me stuff, but I didn’t think she was worth losing my best friend over. I just met her.”

  “I know, which is what made me mad. Gab, you should know me better than that. I don’t really do petty shit, not like that.”

  “Lauren, you can be dramatic.” Gab gave me the side eye.

  “Right, but when have you ever seen me get physical?” I countered.

  “Never,” She looked puzzled. “What do you mean, you guys got physical?”

  “Ohhh, she didn’t tell you the whole story?”

  Of course, she didn’t share how she was about to get pummeled in that restaurant. After sharing the entire sordid affair with Gab, we went out to lunch. I was feeling better that life seemed to be getting back on track, somewhat. I had at least one friend again and a possible sex partner. I was still in amazement that we had unprotected sex. I didn’t share all of that with Gab but told her that he and I were not together, but had fooled around a few times. She inquired about my secretary, whose post I had not reviewed yet, and my blog. I tried to catch up on her hottie from a couple of weeks ago, but she was tight-lipped about that. All I got was “they were having fun”. That was good news; he was still in the picture.

  Gab had a te
ndency to self-sabotage her relationships. I did too, but it’s easier to see others’ flaws than my own. That was maybe why we were such good friends, sabotaging relationships before they even started. Gab was a good girl and didn’t sleep around. I, on the other hand, would sleep with those I wanted to sleep with, using protection always, except with Zach. This man was throwing me off my game.

  I’d need to do something about that.

  ******

  Around 6:00 PM, Zach texted me.

  Zach: Be ready in 15 min

  Me: Why?

  Zach: I’m picking you up

  Me: For what

  Zach: Dinner at my place

  Me: Zach, you were serious

  Zach: Fuck yeah, get ready

  Dammit.

  As promised, within 15 minutes, he was ringing my doorbell. I was not ready because 15 minutes was not long enough to get in the shower, get dressed and make sure I was presentable. I answered the door in a towel which caused a groan from Zach. He was standing in there with a large box that had a picture of a table on it.

  “You’re not ready,” He stated the obvious.

  “No. Fifteen minutes is not long enough to do anything. What is that?”

  “It’s a table, for when we eat over here.”

  “O-kay.” I commented, then turned to go finish getting dressed.

  Zach closed the door and caught my arm, effectively pulling me back towards him. “How long do you need?” His eyes were hooded.

  “Just fifteen more minutes.”

  “Fine. I’m staying out here to assemble the table and get the chairs out of the car. If I don’t, I’ll be forced to make you my dinner, seeing you stand there in that robe.” He bent down to rub our noses against one another.

  “Okay,” I sighed.

  These were the times he could be really sweet and sexy, which would temporarily override the bossy, dominant sides that made me mad.

  After quickly dressing, I went to find him. The table was up with four new chairs around them covered with red padding in the seats. Everything was wood, so he must have had the chairs assembled at the store because there was no way he did all of that in twenty minutes.

  I found him in the hallway, where he stood leaning against the wall and looking down at his boots. The brand was not evident, but I could tell they were expensive. He looked like he was pondering on the wonders of the world or something immense.

  “Is everything alright?” I asked him.

  “Yeah, you ready?” He looked at me and smiled.

  WOW! The man had beautiful teeth.

  “Yeah, I’m ready. Thanks so much for the table.”

  “Not a problem. Come on.” He replied and grabbed my hand.

  We drove the short distance to his place and when we arrived; the food had already been cooked but was sitting in the oven with the temperatures on warm. He made baked barbecue wings, cabbage, and baked beans. It smelled delicious, so my hope was that it tasted equally as good.

  Zach had set the table, had wine and glasses along with a fork, knife, and spoon assembled in a cloth napkin. He went all out for this dinner, as he must have cooked when he came home.

  “This is nice,” I said.

  “Thanks. Sit down and eat.” He commanded.

  As I was about to broach the subject of his bossiness, I put some of the cabbage in my mouth. My God, it was delicious. A moan escaped my mouth.

  “You like that?” He smirked.

  “Yes, what did you put in it?”

  “Sorry, can’t reveal my sources.”

  “Hmm, we’ll see about that.” I smirked back and took another bite.

  When we finished eating, he cleared the table, while I turned on the news to see if there was anything relevant that I needed to know in regards to my blog. After finishing in the kitchen, Zach joined me and we simply sat and watched. He didn’t try anything and neither did I. After the news program went off, he took the remote and turned the television off.

  “Let’s go.” He stood up and held out his hand.

  I grabbed it and followed him as he climbed the stairs to his bedroom. Everything looked the same with the ribbons, handcuffs and all that in place.

  “Have you been with anyone after me?” I blurted, not really sure why.

  Zach sat on the bed and pulled me between his legs so I was facing him.

  “No, love, just you.” He smiled at me.

  This made me feel somewhat special, but I tried not to read too much into his admission.

  As I unbuttoned his shirt, he said, “No, I have another plan for you. Do a strip tease for me. Do something that will turn me on so much, I’ll take off each article of clothing.”

  I erupted in laughter at the request because I loved to dance, but I’d never done something like this before.

  “Are you serious?” I chuckled nervously.

  “Deadly,” He said with no humor, communicating that he meant business. Zach hit a button on the remote and soft music seeped through the speakers.

  Okay.

  Slowly, I began to take off my shirt while staring him in the eyes. Those hooded orbs were telling me all sorts of stories and guaranteeing that I would be screaming his name tonight. This turned me on more, and shit, if he had a pole, I would not have minded twirling around that thing for him. My jeans were snug because my size 18 ass would have it no other way. I unbuttoned them and pulled down one side at a time while jerking my hips to the opposite side. He grabbed at his hard cock and began to rub up and down, causing his jeans to bunch up and his mouth to slightly part.

  Once I was out of my jeans, I methodically moved them with my left leg, while unclipping my bra from the front. I had double D’s, so instead of one snap, there were three. My areolas peeked through, so I slowly lifted my arms and let my breast pop out gradually. Zach's eyes flashed with lust as he watched my breast glide out of the lacy materials.

  My eyes stayed on him the entire time as I swayed my hips back and forth to the crooning of Do You like This by Rome. Once the bra was off, I held it in front of him with the tip of my finger. He groaned and ripped off his shirt, right before he went for his pants button. My pink, lace panties were still in place, as I wanted him to take them off or rip them off. Dropping the bra in his lap, I bit my bottom lip and squeezed my breasts together. They were so big and soft, I dipped my head down to lick my taut nipple. A low growl escaped from Zach as he was now squeezing his cock, rather hard, through his jeans.

  “Come here.” He gritted out.

  Instead of obeying him, I turned around so my back was facing him, spreading my arms on his dresser and bending over seductively. Twirling my hips in slow, methodic rhythms to the music, I turned my head towards him and put one finger in my mouth, and then proceeded to slide that same hand down towards my center and insert it in my panties. There was no warning, except the springs squeaking from movement on the bed, that he was about to slap my ass.

  “Ahhh,” I yelped, then pushed my ass out for him to do it again, as fire rushed through my veins.

  My body was hot, and I was horny as hell for him, but more importantly, I wanted him to do that again. What was happening to me? This was exactly the type of stuff that I detested. I was under his spell and it was confirmed, when I turned and moaned, “Do it again.”

  As promised, he delivered the smack and I almost came with my finger moving over on my sensitive clit.

  “Come here,” He growled again.

  And yet again, I did not listen, but let out a low moan as I rubbed my finger across my wet lips. This time, Zach did not spank my ass, he picked me up and turned me over on the side of his bed with my behind bared to him. Barely catching my breath, after he flipped me over like I was thin or petite, I spread my arms the length of the bed and stretched so he knew he could have it.

  Have me.

  Damn.

  As D’Angelo’s How Does it Feel played in the background, I decided to let it go. Let go of my issues, let go of my beliefs of what I thought I w
anted from sex and the control I usually exhibited in the bedroom. It was a snap decision that I was open to whatever he had in store. It was not clear whether that was trust or just my being tired of carrying all the baggage- issues with my dad dying and men in my life. I’ve never settled down, never wanted to be tied down to anything: a house, a job, nor a man. But in that moment, I was open and Zach must have known it.

  He slowly slid my panties off, and then caressed each globe with his warm hand.

  SMACK.

  He delivered one to my right cheek.

  SMACK.

  He delivered one to my left cheek, causing me to moan.

  Then I felt something warm touch them where he smacked. Slightly turning my head, I saw that he was kissing each brown globe with searing heat in his eyes. Zach flipped me over, so my back was on the bed and the front of my naked body was bared to him.

  “You are so beautiful, love.” He climbed over me with both his knees on the bed as he straddled me with nothing on, displaying his long, smooth cock.

  He was hard and ready and I was wet and willing. He leaned down with both hands next to my head and whispered, “You are beautiful, love.”

  I didn’t know what to say to this, so I smiled. Then he tenderly kissed me, not like a man starved, not like a temporary lover, but like the way a man would kiss his woman.

  What?

  During the kiss, he pulled one of my legs up and began to slide his hard cock against my clit. My body hummed with anticipation of what was coming next. I moaned my yearning for him as he continued to caress my lips and my clit. He pulled away and grabbed one of the condoms on the bed. As he proceeded to put it on, I pinched my nipples as an enticement for him to start; to lose it and just take me. He very nonchalantly, lifted my leg up to slowly enter me as he put his weight on me to give me the longest kiss I have ever had. He rocked in me nice and slow, allowing me to adjust to his size. He slid in and out, going further and further. My arms were wrapped under his pits so I could meet him. Between the song, our hot and heavy kisses, and our horizontal slow dance that we were doing, I screamed my release as he made love to me.

  Zach wasn’t frantic or hurried; he was methodically making sweet love to me, almost to the point where I didn’t know how to act.