Power

by Kenya Wright

  “You rang, my lord?” She placed her hands on her hips and zipped my way.

  When she neared, I grabbed for her waist and she whizzed back.

  “No,” she said, staying out of my reach. “Where were you?”

  I attempted a joke, even though we both knew it was true. “I was off doing some gangster shit.”

  “Wow.” She raised her hands and glided back some more. “Have you figured out when I’m going to be able to leave?”

  Never. I hope Fuji brought all of your belongings here.

  “No.” I gritted my teeth, not liking that I had to lie to her. “Taking care of Domingo will require some more time.”

  “Hmmm. How much time?” She twisted her lips to the side.

  I drank in her sexy frame. “It could be a week or more.”

  Forever, sweetie.

  A long sigh left her while she slowly spun around on the board. “I missed my class today and yesterday. I can’t miss anymore. Will you let me go to class? I promise I won’t—”

  “Yes, I trust you. Take Fuji with you. He’s already your goddamned bodyguard, anyway.”

  Stunned, she mumbled, “You trust me?”

  “Yes.”

  I did. However, even if she did go to the police, which I knew she wouldn’t, the cops would do nothing. The police commissioner had demanded that I get rid of both Domingo and Rasheed. I’d compromised with him agreeing to take out one only. Now they both were gone and the cops would be off my back, as well as the mayor. Mary Jane was no longer a liability, just more of a goddamned addiction.

  “So let’s discuss this friend that went to get your bag,” I said.

  She glided back to me. “Yes.”

  “Who was it?” I raised my eyebrows.

  “None of your business.”

  “I bet it was Fuji.”

  “I don’t gamble. So, have fun with that bet.”

  “Come here.” I licked my lips and this time when she came close, there was no escape. I had her in my arms, although she still stood on the Segway board. I consumed her. Tasted and drank. My cock got erect with each tangle of our tongues and sucking of our lips. I leaned away and whispered, “You’re taking away my men, one by one. Are you trying to take over my empire?”

  She batted her eyes at me. “Baby, it’s already taken.” She beat at her chest. “I run these streets.”

  A dark groan left my lips. “Turn around, but stay on that board.”

  She quirked her eyebrows, but obliged.

  Glancing over my shoulder, I made sure no one else was outside or looking out the windows. They were scared enough to give us privacy. If I heard that anyone spotted a private moment of mine, they’d die. I yanked her shorts down. With that big ass, it wiggled a little—soft cheeks so brown. I spanked them, just because that was what they were made for.

  “Really?” She shrieked, but didn’t glide away from me.

  “Really.” Unzipping my pants, I took out my hard cock. “Why don’t you show me how much control you have on that board. Make it go back and forth on my cock, like a good girl.”

  She glanced over her shoulder and pouted. “And what will I get?”

  “What do you want?”

  She looked away as if nervous to ask. “Whenever you have time. . .I know you’re busy, and—”

  “Just tell me what you want. . .MJ.”

  She shook her head. “Only my men call me MJ. For now, you can call me Queen Mary.”

  Her men? Jesus.

  I gave her a half bow. “What do you want, Queen Mary.”

  “I just want to go somewhere fun with you. If I’m going to be here for a week, I may need a break from your apartment. I get restless.” She glided back and her ass pressed into my cock. “You don’t have to. I mean. . .I know it sounds silly, especially with all the things that you’re going through.”

  She had me. Even if I didn’t want to take her out, I would have. I loved the idea. Relished in the fact that I could show her off. Tell people that she was mine.

  “You want a date?” I quirked my eyebrows.

  “Umm. . .Maybe a tiny one.”

  “Okay.” I thrust my cock into that lovely pussy, right out in the open of my back parking lot. Never had I done anything like it.

  “Noah, baby what are you doing?” She placed her hands behind her and set them on my stomach, balancing back on me. She rocked her feet, which rocked her pussy on my cock and it was the most glorious sensation I’d ever experienced.

  “Oh, Noah, baby. Someone might see.”

  “Trust me. They’ll look away, if they get a tiny view.”

  “But—”

  I beat it up. There was no other word that could describe what I did to her on that board. I abused the pussy like it had done me wrong. Violated me in some way. Hammering and grunting. My orgasm rose in my cock ready to flood her and paint that ass white with hot liquid.

  “Oh, baby,” I whispered. When I came close to coming, she jumped off my cock and the board.

  “No!” I growled.

  “Shh.” She lowered to the ground. My cock jutted out in front of her. I was so unbearably close. She yanked off her shirt, placed it under her knees, and pulled out her breasts, nipples hard in front of me.

  Oh, God. What is she doing now?

  “Come all over me,” she begged.

  I whimpered. “Please, don’t let this be another one of your jokes. I can’t deal with you not being serious right now.”

  With an opened mouth and the sweetest look on her face, she whispered over and over, “Come on me, Noah.”

  She stuck her long pink tongue out like she wanted me to drop a load right there. Right in the center and let it drizzle hot down her throat. “Come all over these titties, too. Wet me, Noah.”

  “Fuck. I’m going to keep you.”

  Instead of waiting for me, she jacked off the tip, spitting all over it and stroking over the rim faster and faster. “Oh, yes, baby. Keep me all to yourself.”

  I hoped she really wanted it as my body went crazy and on fire. “Grab those titties for me.”

  She released me and I took over, working my cock. I wanted to spill all over her. Clumps of white come on her breasts, nipples, and face. She cupped each breast in her hands and bounced them up and down like she was juggling huge melons. The whole time, she flicked her tongue at me and gazed like a nasty little girl.

  Oh, fuck. I have to figure out a way to keep her here. No one else can have her.

  Not able to control it anymore, white come burst from the tip and landed on her cleavage. She continued to bounce them for me. “Yes. Oh, yes. Right there. Give me more.”

  I pushed out another load. Long and white. Like a liquid string it started at her chin and dripped all the way down to a nipple. But I hadn’t stopped yet. I stroked the tip slower, spilling come onto her lips and tracing my cock along her mouth’s outline. She lapped the tip like a nasty girl. “Yes, Noah. So good.”

  She watched with amazement as I continued to squirt more her way. “More? Fuck! You’re a beast.”

  I rubbed my mushroomed tip on her mouth unable to deal with the craziness of the moment.

  She shuddered. “I can’t get enough.”

  “Me either, baby.” I leaned back on the car exhausted. “Me either.”

  She stays.

  Chapter 13

  Mary Jane

  A professional beggar had been letting his girlfriend think that he was rich and of noble birth. Once, when he was getting a handout at the neighbor's house, he suddenly saw her. He turned around and said: "Have my dinner-clothes sent here."

  –Philogelos (The Laughter Lover)

  Before the date, I spent a good two hours straightening my curls with a blow dryer and flat ironing it. If men understood how much women went through to get ready, they’d probably. . .oh, they wouldn’t care.

  Curled-up, my hair bounced and barely hit my shoulders. Straightened, the strands almost fell to the middle of my back. I wore a simple sun dre
ss with plain sandals. With my college girl budget, my sundresses tended to serve as formal wear.

  Okay. Our first date. This should be interesting. My kidnapper is taking me out on the town. I’m sure there’s a punchline in there.

  When I walked out of the room, Noah stared at me for one silent minute and said, “What happened to the curls?”

  “I straightened them.”

  “Interesting.” He walked up to me and ran his finger through my hair, starting at my scalp and inch by inch, ending around my back. “And when I fuck you tonight, will the sweat make the curls come back or does it stay straight like this?”

  I giggled. “It would probably be a little bit of both. Some straight hair and some sweated out curls. You’re pretty much like a tornado in bed, I’m lucky I even have hair with you.”

  He fisted the back of my head as if testing the new texture’s ability to withstand his sexual escapades. “Interesting indeed. I like your hair both ways.”

  “Good.” I smiled. “Where are we going?”

  “The first place is a surprise.”

  “O-kay.”

  It definitely had been a surprise. We arrived in not time.

  I’d never been inside Le Couture, but I’d heard about it. The store boasted high-end fashion with price tags that needed a comma in between several zeros. I’d walked by the place, drooling at the clothes in the window display and dragging myself further down the boulevard to not get depressed.

  But on this day, Noah walked me in. “Pick anything you want and not just for today. Pick for several days and many nights.”

  “Clothes for several days and nights? I couldn’t do that. Maybe if this was Target, but—”

  “Target?” His face shifted to a scowl. “No. Don’t ever say that.”

  “But—”

  “Welcome, Mary Jane.” A blonde woman handed me a glass of champagne. Silk and pearls draped her body. “When Mr. Brunson requested that we close the store for him, we had no idea what to expect. But then, he told us about you and how he wanted to make this day special.”

  “You’re closing the store for me?” I glanced over my shoulder. A black woman with dreadlocks wrapped in white satin, twisted the lock on the front door, went to each window, and slid down large blinds. The store dimmed. A strawberry blonde woman lit candles that sat on every free counter space. And there wasn’t much, because velvet boxes filled with diamonds lay out as if on display for me.

  Oh, my God.

  Nervously, I turned to Noah. “Can we talk for a minute?”

  “No.” His face held a stony expression, but his cheeks twitched as if he was laughing on the inside.

  “I think we should, maybe, go outside and talk,” I said. “This is a lot. I was just saying a simple date—like a movie and a slice of pizza.”

  “This isn’t the date, sweetheart.” A wicked smile spread on his face. “This is the appetizer.”

  I widened my eyes. “Then, what’s the entrée?”

  “Oh, we have no time for food.” Smiling, the blond guided me to the back and Noah followed with his gaze planted directly on my behind. She hooked her arm around mine. “A collection came in from Jean Paul Gaultier. He collaborated with La Perla.”

  Blinking, I had no idea who either of those people were as I stumbled forward. I felt awkward next to these three women. Instantly, I was that track and field nerd in the high school gym’s locker room, crouching in the shadows while I hurried to change into my clothes—breasty cheerleaders boldly prancing around and tossing me evil glances as if my very existence caused them unease.

  I’d never been an It girl. But these women in the store, they had been. And now they gazed at me with dollar signs in their eyes.

  The dreadlocked one led Noah to a black and white striped lounge chair. More champagne sat on the table in front of him along with trays of cheeses and meats.

  The blonde pulled me forward to one of those dressing screen dividers that I’d seen in old western movies. But this one was more contemporary and matched the room. It had black and white panels and a silver hinge attached each of the panels. Behind the divider, the other two women swarmed on me, slowly slipping off my sundress.

  “Uh, Noah.” I raised my hands. “I really want to thank you for this experience, but. . .I don’t know how I could repay you for all of this.”

  His sexy voice traveled from the other side of the divider. “You’re going to model it all for me. Everything that I like, we’ll buy. That’s how you’ll repay me.”

  Model for him?

  I blew out my breath unsure of it all. This moment felt surreal. One of them had turned on some music. A low piano tune played. Shadows flickered within the candlelight. Where we dressed, they kept the ceiling light on, but dimmed low.

  “Let’s put you in this, first.” The blonde showed me a black dress hanging from a satin hanger. The straps were tiny. It had a deep plunge in the front that would expose all of my cleavage. The barely visible cups to hold my breasts had a swirled ribboned design over some sort of sheer fabric. It looked like everything would hug me. Cling to my hips and bottom. Make my legs and thighs appear irresistible.

  Naked, all I could do was stand in awe of that dress. “Wow.”

  “Wow is right.” She helped me into it. “This is an exclusive piece, embellished with silk ribbon and crafted into three dimensional floral motifs over light tulle. It’s all hand sewn.”

  I let them pull the soft material over my hips and help me in, tucking in each arm and breast. “How much is this?”

  “$2,255.”

  “Shit,” I mumbled.

  “Shit is right.”

  “Are you into clothes?” she asked.

  “Yes,” I admitted. “I have amazing fashion sense. I’m just too broke to prove it.”

  She giggled and leaned into me as she zipped me up. “You must’ve done something really special to get Mr. Brunson to do this for you. He only comes in here once a year.”

  “Oh.” A little jealousy panged at my heart. “He brings women in here one a year?”

  “No, it’s not like that. He comes in with his mother for her birthdays.” The blonde circled me and made sure everything lay just right on my body. “She’s a nice woman.”

  The blonde leaned in and whispered, “But usually, she picks simple and boring pieces. She’s not really into the glam.”

  “Oh.”

  “But when he called this afternoon, he told us to have some fun. Get the best of the best. The only requirement was that everything be sexy and fitting for a queen.”

  Oh, my God, Noah. What are you doing to me?

  I had to enjoy this moment. For now, this was my life. By next week, I’d be back in jogging pants and scratching my ass on my tiny bed while I caught up on overdo homework. What would it be like to live this way, all of the time? Be Noah’s woman. The Beast’s Lady.

  “How about these shoes?” She held up ones that defied logic. A curved horn in place of the heel. They were high and bold. I couldn’t imagine wearing them anywhere but a fashion runway. She continued, “These are Fein’s Unicorn Haze.”

  “O-kay.”

  “And just in case you were wondering, they’re $1,000.”

  “Holy shit.” Somehow, I got into them and they strapped me up and primped me around like I really was a queen.

  In seconds, they guided me around the divider. Noah had had his legs crossed. As soon as his gaze fell upon me, he uncrossed them and sat up. Nervously, I took my time strolling his way. I may have swung my hips a little to make sure there was a delicious bounce in my deep plunge of cleavage.

  He stood up when I neared. “Mary Jane. Mary Jane. That dress is going to look amazing on my limo floor.”

  “I’m sorry, sir,” I whispered as he trailed his fingers down my hips. “You’re not allowed to touch any of the models or merchandise.”

  He directed his attention to my very exposed breasts. “I want you to wear this tonight.”

  I leaned his w
ay and whispered, “Did you know that this whole outfit is over $3,000 dollars?”

  “Good.” He turned to the blonde. “Do you have this dress in white, too.”

  She nodded.

  He smiled. “We’ll take both.”

  “Noah.” I cleared my throat. “Where will I be going? I don’t need two expensive dresses?”

  “I have places.”

  “We only have a week and you’re pretty busy taking care of. . .other stuff.”

  He tilted my way and brushed his lips against my ear. “When I give you a gift, you take it. No matter how expensive. Do we understand each other?”

  “And if I refuse to accept a gift?”

  “Then, I would be sad.” He poked that delicious lip out into a pout, backed up, and sat back down in the lounge chair. “I’m really enjoying this.”

  He gestured to the women. “Let’s see what else we can buy Mary Jane.”

  I held my hands out. “But—”

  “No.” He pointed to the dressing divider. “Just be happy I’ve allowed that thing to hide you while you undress.”

  And with that, they rushed me back to try on more things—a decadent corset dress, corded with French lace over nude chiffon, a sultry black bodysuit, a red-carpet gown complete with a mermaid skirt and sparkling bodice.

  Where am I going with all of these clothes? Seriously?

  At one point, the blonde whispered into my ear, “Don’t worry. He clearly has the money. He’s wearing Brioni. It’s hand-stitched and flawlessly crafted, practically sculpted around his body.”

  “Brioni?” I mumbled.

  “They’ve been known for dressing all of the James Bond actors. Donald Trump’s a big supporter.” She looked at me like I was crazy for never hearing about them. “That suit is well over $30,000.”

  I choked a little on my own saliva.

  Remember. This is just temporary, Cinderella. The clock won’t strike midnight, but there will be an end to this and the clock is definitely ticking.

  By the end of the shopping spree, boxes of expensive shoes were stacked in huge piles on both sides of Noah. It took about twenty minutes for Fuji and Crusher to load all of the bags and boxes into the car. They waited outside as we left the store.