by Koko Brown
I move back, and she sits up following me. The white sheet falls to her lap revealing the pale pink chemise that accentuates her full breasts. I lick my lips, eager to taste her skin.
“Off.” She tugs at my white Henley, and I chuckle.
“You’re so cute when you’re bossy.”
“I’m not bossy. I’m horny,” she counters.
“Well, we can’t have that, can we?” I ask. I grit my teeth as she helps me out of the shirt and tosses it behind us. She presses her hands against my chest. The sight of her brown skin against my olive is the picture of beauty. No woman could ever be a better fit for me. I’m overcome by the rightness
“Come here.” I wrap my hand around her neck and pull her lithe frame toward me. She tilts her head. I part her lips with my tongue and feast on the exquisite taste that is Athena Douglas. She moans, and I swallowed down the sound of feminine satisfaction. We surfaced for air like deep sea divers who’ve be under too long. Her chest heaves, and I focus in on the hard buds poking through the silk of her nightgown. He cup a mound and suck her nipple through the material. Her back arches and she buries her fingers in my dark curls.
“Alfie,” she rasps.
“Mmmmhmm,” I agrees, sucking harder as I massaged its twin. I bite down on the dime sized peak. She gasps, trembling as he continue to combine pleasure with small bursts of pain. I pinch, and tug, listening to the sound of her breathing. Those broken breaths are music to my ears. She is mine to please. I release her with a pop.
“I think you’re wearing too much clothing.”
I peel the sheet away, like a man unwrapping his present, grip the hem of her gown, and work it up her body. She’s smooth skin, small curves, and softness in the moonlight streaming through the windows. I pitch the garment over my shoulder and climb onto the bed, straddling her as she lay on her back. I begin to worship her with my mouth. I nibble my way down her graceful neck to the valley of her breasts, tracing the path with the tip of my tongue. I lick around the supple swells.
“Alfie?”
“Tell me what you want, Princess.”
“Your mouth on me.”
“Where?” I smile against her sternum. It’s a game we like to play. Despite out time together she retains a bit of her soft-spoken nature in the bedroom. It’s endearing. That innocence is sexier than any practiced response I’ve had over the years.
“On my breast.”
“Like this?” I press her breasts together and suck one and then the other into my mouth.
“Oh, Lord. Yes.”
I flick the peaks, circling and sucking before I released them and nip my way down her belly. Her muscles tense and he trace the bikini area above her neatly trimmed triangle of dark hair.
“Stop teasing,” she whines.
“Say it.”
“I want you to eat my pussy, Fie.”
I dive in, latching onto her clit like a man starving. She bucks, and grips my hair, coming off the bed as she spread her legs wider and works her hips. I pinned her down with my arms and eat her like a four-course dinner. I lap at her pearl with my tongue alternating between flicks and sucks. She chants my name, and I thrust my tongue inside. She clamps down on me and stiffens, shaking as she comes. I take her in, relishing the taste of her on. She’s gone limp against the sheets, breathing hard as I pull away and kiss her belly before I stretch out beside her and capture her mouth, sharing her delectable taste.
“No you’re overdressed,” She whispers as she recovers.
“I can fix that.” I swing my legs over the edge, and stand, removing my jeans as fast as my aches will let. She watches me with large hungry orbs that have my cock twitching. Rock hard, and leaking pre-come, my head is swollen, purple, and ready to be inside her. I stroke my length, and she licks her lips. “See something you like, Princess?”
She nods, crooking her finger. Amused, I walk toward her. She pushes my hand away, grips my base and takes me into her warm, welcoming mouth. She swallows me down until I tap the back of her throat. She flexes her muscles, hollowing her cheeks and bobbing her head. My eyes roll into the back of my head.
“You’re so good at this, baby.” Her wrist rotates as she hits the perfect rhythm. Goosebumps break out over his flesh, and he thrust into her mouth. She hums, and the vibration travels through my entire body. I grip her braid and tug hard.
“Only place I’m coming is inside you. It’s been too long.”
She scrambles back onto the bed, opens her legs, and spread her lips the way I like. The sight of her glistening pink parts earn a grunt of admiration.
“You have such a pretty pussy baby.” I trail a finger through her wetness and circle her clit.“You ready for me?” he whispered
“So ready, Alfie.”
I kneel on the bed between her shapely stems and nudge her entrance. Her walls mold around me and I pushed deep, torturing us both with the slow entrance. She contracts her muscles, and I growled.
“More, baby?” I fed her all I have and paused to marvel at the snug fit, and the love sparkling for me in the depths of her amber orbs. He don’t deserve what she gives me. Not her body and especially not her heart, but I took it, and I’ll keep it close until I take my last breath. “Grab on to the headboard. I’m about to make up for lost time.” She wraps her fingers around the heavy metal, and he retreat and drive home. I grip her hips as we grind together, as close as two people can manage to be. It’s still not enough. She’s a fever burning me up from the inside out.
“Give me your legs baby.”
I adjust, throwing her legs over my shoulder and gripping her under her knees as I go deeper.
“Oh, yes. There. Right there.”
Her muscles began to contract, and my spine tingles in response. Sweat runs down my body in rivulets. Tiny sparks shot off as my nerve endings caught fire.
“So close.”
“Come for me, Princess.”
She cries out, letting go. I groan, gritting my teeth as I pump, through her orgasm before I release everything I have built up into her. Exhausted, I collapse onto my side, still encased in my own personal paradise.
Hands grip my arms like manacles, and I’m yanked from my bed and sleep. Startled, I jerk away, roaring as I throw elbows and kick wildly to break free. I land a stomach hit to one of my assailants. I go on auto pilot as I blink, trying to focus on the threat and neutralize it. Athena releases a blood-curdling scream. I spared a glance back and find her clutching the white bedsheet to her chest. A blow lands to my jaw, snapping my head to the right. Fueled with rage, I hold up my fist, and find myself and square off against the army of men surrounding me with Porter Douglas at the helm.
I stilled and accept my fate. I always knew this day would come eventually when I started the affair with Athena. I won’t be a coward and risk having her hurt now. I stand at attention, fists at my side. I met the penetrating gaze of the dark-skinned man whose lips are curled up with disgust.
“You’re not even worthy to kiss the ground she walks on, and yet you go behind my back and soil her?” Porter beats his chest with his fist. “Lie to me. Make a fool of me? After all, I’ve done for you?”
“I love her.”
“Love?” Porter barks. “Love is a foolish fleeting emotion. You should’ve known better. You knew I would never approve of this. That’s why you never brought it to me.” He glares at Athena. “You’ve ruined the best enforcer I have. Now you’ll see what happens when I’m crossed. My own child plotting against me.”
Athena sobs. “This has nothing to do with you. I love him. I want to spend the rest of my life with him.”
“That will never happen. But he can spend the last fleeting moments of his with you.” Metal glints in the light. Three pops sound. Slugs hit him me like a rapid combo delivered by fists to my gut. I double over, biting my tongue to keep from crying out. The only thing keeping me on my feet are my pride and the men gripping my arms. Athena’s screams echo in my ears.
“No! What are yo
u doing?”
“Showing what happens to those who double cross me,” Porter drawls.
The sadistic smirk that lines his face infuses me with more strength. I’ll die standing.
“Express my displeasure,” Porter says.
Blows come at me from every direction. My skin splits. Blood flies and exhaustion sets in quickly due to blood loss. I sag as my life’s blood flows freely. My limbs are too heavy to manage, and I drop to my knees before I struggle to regain my feet.
“Please stop this. If you kill him, I’ll never forgive you,” Athena screeches.
“You have a choice. His life for your vow to never have any contact with him again.”
“Done.”
The words effectively rip my heart out. I force my head up to meet Porter’s gaze. One day I’ll repay him for this when he least expects it. My days of working for someone else are over. How quickly he turned his back on me. Next time, I’ll build my own empire. Porter walks over and delivers a blow to the temple that turns off the lights
Athena
The funny thing about being the daughter of a King Pin is that eventually, you are as much a prisoner as the people who serve beneath them. I’ve always known my father was a dangerous man. His money was made from the misery, addictions, and blood of others. Once I hit a certain age, there had been no turning a blind eye to those simple truths. Seeing it unleashed first hand, however, changed the way I viewed him. A prisoner in a pretty cage, my choices were stripped away by a man on a power trip and new circumstances.
“Mom, Are you ready?”
I smile down at the curly chestnut haired miracle holding my hand. My baby boy keeps me going and performing this farce of a relationship with my father. Kieron Douglas doesn’t know the type of man his Papa is. Not yet, and I have no intention of bursting his baby bubble any sooner than need be. So we’re attending family dinners and outings where I curb my discontent. Refusing was a moot point. My father has no problem forcing me to do what he thinks is best. That night with Alfie changed our relationship dynamic for the worst, and no amount of time has ever healed the wound.
I try to have as little involvement with Porter Douglas as possible. I moved out of the high-rise apartment he once paid for into something less extravagant and stopped accepting his money, other than what I store away for Kieron. I grew a circle of friends of my own choosing. I keep my past and present separated as much as I can, but it’s still not enough for my liking. The little dating I’d attempted to do always ended with relationships that failed to launch.
I can’t stand the men my father approves of. Hell, I don’t even want to be associated with them let alone begin a relationship. The ones I truly liked, he deemed unworthy. Afraid to risk their lives, I let them down easy. Until I stopped trying altogether. Maybe it was better this way. No one ever made me feel the way he had. We hadn’t begun our relationship on a whim. It’d come to pass after six painful months of denial, avoidance, and heated glances.
I always found, Alfie attractive. He arrived on the scene when I was just twenty and feeling my hormones full blast. A school girl crush ensued. I mean, not only was he broad shouldered with dark hair and sapphire blue eyes, he had a thick British accent.
Over time the crush dissipated. He became a trusted companion, sexy as hell, but clearly friend zoned. Then later he morphed something else entirely. The elevator chimes and I shake myself from my musings as we walk out of the lobby to the parking structure with our carry-on luggage trailing behind us. Today was the start of a weekend off fun I’d like to refer to as hell on earth. For three days I get to make nice with the man I’d come to see as the devil, while we pretended to be the perfect family out and about on the streets of Boston.
“Where are we going this weekend, Mom?”
“I have no clue, Kier. This is all your Papa’s plan.”
“I love him.”
“And he loves you,” I say gratefully when we reached our car, and I can busy myself with loading up.
I pull out of the parking lot and I join the after-work traffic. I flip on some R&B and get in the defensive driver zone. We pull up to the gate, and I enter in my code and drive through. Paranoia is the mother of invention. Of course, in my father’s case, it’s a necessary precaution. He’s made a lot of enemies over the years. It’s impossible not to when you remain in power for so long. Envy sours the most kind-hearted person, and the men he deals with have stones where their hearts should be.
Every day I wake up half expecting to hear he’s gone. My stomach gurgles. As much as he upsets me, I don’t want him dead. He’s the only parent I have. My mother died of cancer when I was five, and it’s been just the two of us ever since. It twists me up inside having things remain unsettled, but there’s no undoing the damage he’s done to me or my son.
My boy is getting to the age where he needs his father more than ever, and I’ll be damned if he follows in the footsteps of Porter Douglas. That way lies only pain, misery, loneliness and violence. The power he wields overshadows every other aspect of his life. There’s no room for anything else. I won’t have that for Kier. I park my car in the round in front of the mansion and unlock the door. The front door opens, and my father appears. At sixty-five he still makes an impressive figure with broad shoulders, a muscular physique, and a strong chiseled jaw. His deep set blackish brown eyes twinkle with mirth and the smile that curved his lips transform him from formidable to warm.
“My babies are here.”
“Hi, Dad.”
“Papa.” Kier takes off, climbing the stairs as he hugs the only father-figure he’s known tight. And who’s fault is that? His. I ignore the shrewish voice and make my ascent. He pulls me into the family hug, and I tense.
“I didn’t want to let you unpack the car. We’ll be spending the weekend in Nantucket.
“What’s the special occasion?” I ask.
“Just need some time away with the ones who mean the most to me.”
The sentimental route isn’t like him. I frown. “Dad?”
“The older a man gets, the more he realizes his mistakes in life, Athena. I want to have a genuine conversation that’s long overdue. But not here in the house. There’s too many memories embedded into the walls. It isn’t the right place.”
My heart beats a little faster. Is the elephant in the room finally going to be acknowledged? I narrow my eyes. “Dad is everything alright?” Something moves behind his eyes.
He smiles, but there’s an intense sadness to it. “I’m fine, baby girl. Just need some time with my family.”
My stomach clenches. He’s lying. A black town car pulls up behind my forest green SUV.
“I had Ryan pull the car around. He’ll drive us to the airstrip, and we’ll take the personal jet.”
There was something I didn’t like about this, but I couldn’t put my finger on it. I hang back as we walk down the stairs.
“What about your things, Dad?”
“Already packed, my dear. If you hand Ryan the keys. He’ll take care of the rest.”
I smile up at Ryan as I hand him my key chain and follow the man in my life into the black town car. Kier is glued to his Papa’s side as I sit on the opposite side of the car from them. Their dark heads are bowed as they look at something on my father’s phone. Kier is golden brown, like coffee with a few dashes of cream. His dark hair is curly like his fathers and mine. His face is still round, but I can see the strong jawline coming in as the baby fat melts off. His full lips are identical to the ones I see in the mirror, but those startling blue orbs are all his father’s. I close my head and lean it against the cool glass of the window and allow myself to remember the man who stole my heart and ruined me for anyone after.
Past
I stepped out of the building into the light, tilted my head back and inhale the sweet ear. My head is crammed full of images of tiny pills of all shapes, sizes, and colors. I knew going into Pharmaceuticals wasn’t going to be a cakewalk, but the amount of information
coming at us could be staggering. We had one more exam, and then we’d start Thanksgiving break. I needed that downtime like a thirsty man in the desert needed water. I walk down the stairs and freeze when I spot Alfie.
“Fie?”
“He’s fine. I’m a precaution. Things are tense lately.”
I nod my head in understanding and fall into step beside him as he leads me away from the school. When I see him, it’s serious. As head of my father’s security detail, he’s usually directing my care, not personally involving himself, until recently. I’ve spent more time with him in the past few months than I have any other person, and it’s starting to make me want things I shouldn’t. I bite my lip as I study him from beneath lowered lids and step closer to shield myself from the cold wind whipping around us, tugging on the ends of my hair and trying to penetrate my thick red wool coat.
“Where are we headed to today, Princess?” From anyone else, it would be condescending. On his lips, it’s an endearment.
“Anywhere not school related.”
“Don’t you have an exam coming up?” His husky voice touches nerves inside me that make my stomach muscles jerk and tighten.
I groan. “Please don’t remind me, Alfie.”
Silence falls.
“I think I know a place.”
He steers me toward the parking lot. Always alert, his gaze scans the area and he keeps me a few steps behind him. Not because he thinks I’m inferior because he wants to meet whatever threat that might occur first. His dedication does funny things to my insides. The close quarters we’ve been in have made things personal. I know how he likes his coffee, how to make his favorite English breakfast, just like home as he’d say, and a dozen other facts few would know. There are days he’s the last face I see before I go to sleep and when I stumble to the kitchen for coffee first thing in the morning.