Prison Throne

by T. Styles

  Selena could perform all she wanted. The only thing on Rasim’s mind was what he was going to tell Snow, especially since she had an abortion due to his stance on having children.

  Well, since he was already in trouble, he didn’t see the problem with going a little deeper and getting some pussy too. What could be the harm in that?

  ****

  The craziest thing happened. After leaving Selena, Rasim’s tire was gashed and as a result he had to visit Queen to get it fixed. Of course he tore the bitch open himself. And yes, he stopped by 7-Eleven before meeting her to purchase a pack of condoms. But if someone asked, he would swear before God and all the moons that it was not true.

  The meeting started out honestly enough. Rasim called Queen, told her about his ordeal and she met him at her shop. But not even five minutes later, her hands were on the table while his paws were on her waist as he fucked her viciously from behind.

  After all the years, after all the heartache, she was finally being blessed with Rasim Nami’s dick. Queen rotated her hips and pushed back into Rasim like she was dancing.

  Oh the joy!

  Oh the feeling!

  When it started getting too good, she pressed her right foot on top of the desk while the other stayed planted on the floor. This caused her pussy to tighten on the right thereby squeezing Rasim’s dick in the process.

  Queen’s fuck game was top notch. None of that lazy shit some chicks did nowadays.

  Rasim was older but still time enough for her. He stirred the insides of her box like the big spoon to white cake batter. The warmer she got, the tighter she got, and the more shit she talked, the more she made him forget that he was a married man.

  At the moment he was taken back to the olden days. It was as if she was a bitch, and he was a hood nigga, and they made an executive decision to straight fuck.

  “I’m ‘bout to cum,” he announced and squeezed her hips so hard he would leave fingerprints later. “Shit!”

  As if Rasim’s dick was on fire, she pushed him backwards forcing him to frown for killing the moment. Suddenly his pulsating dick was out in the open, like the ugly girl at a party, until she dropped to her knees, ripped the condom off and allowed him to rest in peace in her throat.

  Her warm tongue circled the shaft and she sucked as if trying to gain milkshake from a straw.

  In ecstasy, Rasim placed his hands on the sides of her head and pumped into her until every drop of semen was in the pit of her gut.

  That shit was perfect!

  In his original itinerary, he thought he would feel bad about fucking Queen, go back to his wife, and humble himself before Snow. But when Queen stood up and smiled, he figured what was the harm in staying a little while? Besides, Queen wasn’t some stranger or layabout on the street. She was familiar. She represented his past and she didn’t mind reminding him that although she relished in the man who stood before her today, she was still attracted to him when he was younger.

  So instead of going home, instead of taking the memories and moving on with his life, he stayed.

  After they fucked, he ordered a pizza and they ate the entire thing in her office. He hadn’t remembered her being so engaging; then again, he didn’t give her a chance.

  Rasim sat back in the seat and held a slice in his right hand while his left rested against his dick. Every so often a good memory would return about the session they just experienced and Rasim would look over at Queen and tremble.

  He knew he was supposed to leave and that holding a conversation was breaking code but she was married, and judging by the rock on her finger, he surmised that her husband adored her very much.

  Alas, he found the one person in Washington, DC with just as much to lose.

  Queen sat on the floor of her office and leaned against the wall. Her legs spread slightly so that he could see the sleekness of her drippy pussy. Her expensive weave sat in a messy ponytail on top of her head and for whatever reason Rasim was grinning from ear to ear.

  “What you thinking about over there, boy?”

  He chuckled and finished what was left of his slice. “Boy?” He paused as he brushed his hands together to get rid of the crumbs. “Naw, sexy. I’m all man.”

  “You think I’m sexy now?” she grinned licking her lips.

  “You already know the answer to that. Plus you always been sexy to me.”

  She smiled but not too brightly. “So you know after giving me some of that good dick that I’m gonna want it again, right? I hope you not gonna hold back, Rasim. Let’s be there for each other in this crazy world.”

  “As long as you act right, we good.”

  “Act right?” She paused before nibbling her pizza. “What about my fuck game would cause you to think I’d act any other way?”

  “Nothing.” He sat up and rested his elbows on his knees. Then he clasped his fingers together. “I just don’t want this to get too heavy. I never cheated on my wife since we been married. This shit right here is a first.” He pointed at the floor.

  “So that makes me special?” she responded.

  “It makes you worthy.” He looked down at his boots and then back at her again. “But I need you to be who you are always and never change. Don’t fuck with my marriage. Don’t fuck with my wife. And let shit play out. Can you handle that?”

  “Time will show you better than I can say.” She tossed the pizza on the floor and crawled over to him. “But first let me lick that dick clean. I don’t want any remnants of me on your stick when you go home.”

  Queen sucked his dick so well that he was forced into a stupor and stole a nap. While his eyes rested, something he would’ve never done in the past, she snapped a few pictures for her collection.

  Little did Rasim know, Queen was married back in the day. But the husband she owned left years ago due to her floozy ways.

  Prior to running in to Rasim she had a FOR SALE sign on her pussy. But now that she had him, even if he didn’t know it, she considered herself SOLD.

  CHAPTER 16

  SNOW

  Snow ensconced herself on the sofa as she clutched her fingers together.

  She didn’t feel well.

  Something vicious pushed itself into her home, into her life, and into her marriage. It was ingesting her from the inside out. She wasn’t sure but she had a feeling it involved Rasim and someone else.

  In the beginning she thought her sorrow stemmed from having to abort yet another of Rasim’s bairns. The first of which, he never found out about. But now, well now she knew it was something much darker and it took the shape of a woman.

  When Rasim stepped into the house he was holding his dick because he had to piss badly. He kissed Snow on the cheek and said, “Let me drain the weasel right quick, baby. I’ll be right back.” He ran inside and closed the door.

  Snow trudged to the bathroom and placed her earlobe against the panel. There was a firm reason. She was listening for the pause that occurred in a man’s piss stream after he just busted a nut. If his urine canal was clear and he hadn’t cum within that hour, his elimination would be steady without interruption. But if he had fucked recently his urine would hesitate and come out in big drops due to being clogged.

  And at the moment Rasim’s piss was coming out like a leaky faucet.

  Dirty ass nigga. She thought.

  When he exited the bathroom she was standing in the middle of the floor. She fiddled with her fingernails and her shoulders were as stiff as a poker stick. “Rasim,” she said delicately, “who is she?”

  Rasim maintained face but his stomach swirled and twirled to the point where he had to go to the bathroom again. This time to shit. He couldn’t make a quick retreat just yet though. He had to be smart. Besides, why did Snow suspect anything? He came home every night for dinner on time. He never stayed out later than normal and he instructed Queen to fall back on makeup and perfume if she wanted to see him.

  “Baby, I don’t know what you talking ‘bout.” He treaded toward her but not close e
nough to lay hands.

  Her brows lowered and her lips tightened. “You stink of funky whore,” she said, her voice tougher than the hardest nigga.

  Worried she caught him red-handed, Rasim moved closer and said, “Snow, you know I wouldn’t—”

  “Beware, my dear husband,” she said cutting him off. “If I find her this time I will smoke her out,” she said pointing a strong finger in his face. “So do yourself a favor while you still can.” She paused. “And rid yourself of the funky bitch!”

  CHAPTER 17

  RASIM

  Rasim sat at a table in an apartment where he conducted his dope business. They found Vance’s whereabouts and now they had to get their hands on him. Just as he thought, Navy went to visit Vance a few days after Rasim’s patchwork, which gave him the face of the Joker.

  Brooklyn and Chance were going to snatch him but Vance had two FBI agents protecting him at all times. So Rasim would have to find another way but it had to be soon.

  Although serious business was on the table, the only thing on his mind at the moment was Snow. He knew she didn’t have any solid facts that he was cheating but her woman’s intuition caused him to ignore Queen longer than he planned.

  It had been a week since Queen saw Rasim. At first she called every other day but after the first week she left him alone. She figured if he wanted to cut her out of his life then she would back off and try another approach, at another time.

  Her silence was working because Rasim missed her sweet pussy and the way she clenched his dick when she activated her Kegel muscle exercises during sex. It wasn’t that he was falling in love with her. It was just that Queen provided the spice he needed to secure the longevity of his marriage.

  Whether Snow knew it or not, Queen’s very presence was saving their relationship. But he knew Snow didn’t want to hear that shit.

  Rasim was leaning back in his chair looking at Brooklyn and Chance when his cell phone rang on the table. He picked it up, looked at the number and saw it was his wife. Reluctantly he answered. “I’ll be home in a minute.”

  “Rasim, come home now,” she demanded.

  He could tell by her voice that something was up so he instructed his men to keep a lookout on Vance’s house and that when the opportunity provided itself that they should snatch him out by his eyelids.

  Afterwards, he jumped in his truck and his phone rang again. This time it was Queen and he was surprised at how pleased he was to see her number. He raised the handset next to his head and said, “What up?”

  “Hey, Rasim,” she said in a sweet voice. “I’m not calling to bother you. Just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  He smiled a little. “I’m fine, sexy. Thanks for asking.”

  “Alright. Talk to you later.”

  Click.

  What the fuck? Was this chick serious? She hung up without another word and he missed her already. If she was playing a game she was good at it because he appreciated her restraint.

  So he called back. “What you doing tomorrow?” he asked.

  “You if you want me,” she said softly.

  “I’ll meet you at your shop.”

  “I’ll see you then.”

  When he hung up, suddenly he had something to look forward to. Now all he had to do was see what got his wife so riled up that she would pull him from work.

  Rasim parked his truck, slipped out and approached his house. But when he saw Selena in the living room, sitting on his couch at that, he started to put his hands around her neck like a tight scarf.

  He tossed is keys on the table next to the door and rushed toward her like she broke into his house. That was until Snow yelled, “Rasim, sit down.” When he didn’t stop, she said, “Please!”

  When Rasim focused on his wife’s eyes he could tell she was more concerned than angry. Maybe Selena wasn’t there claiming they fucked.

  With his eyes stuck on Selena like duct tape to a kidnap victim’s lips, he waited for her to say a wrong word, just one, so he could tuck her face under his boot. “What you doing in my house, Selena?” he asked through heavy breaths and clenched teeth.

  “I’m here about your son.”

  Rasim observed Snow’s expression and her mood hadn’t changed. He expected more from her especially since he never told her he had a child. Or in this instance, a man.

  “I saw him one day, Rasim. When you weren’t around.” She exhaled. “I knew all along.”

  Wow. That shocked Rasim.

  “What about my son, Selena?” he asked returning his attention to the whore.

  “He was arrested,” she said wiping the sweat off of her brow.

  “For what?”

  “Robbing a church.”

  He stood up. “Robbing a church? What the fuck you talking ‘bout?”

  She exhaled. “All of Stanley’s life I tried to keep him away from the bad elements of DC. I put him in private schools and when it was time for college I made sure it was out of town. But whenever he came home, he always got up with the same friends.”

  “What was his part in all this shit?” he asked through clenched lips.

  “He was the getaway driver. And when he was locked up and offered a deal, his time was lessened.”

  “Offered a deal?” Rasim repeated as the muscles in his jaw twitched. “Are you saying he snitched?”

  “I don’t choose those words but if you do, then yes,” she responded. “And I’m here because once his friends find out they will kill him in prison.” She paused. “I mean can you talk to some of your friends to protect him? He’s in Cumberwoods.”

  Rasim did a brief stint in that penitentiary so he was hip on the ways of the land. In fact, when he was allowed probation on an assault charge he was given recently, he was instructed that if he ever came back he would have to finish out the year left on his sentence.

  Rasim rubbed his scalp and said, “I need to think things through with my wife. I’ll be in contact with you later.”

  “But, Rasim, I need your—”

  “Get the fuck up out my house,” he roared. “You already overstepped your boundaries by coming here.”

  Selena knew his parents’ address, which was how she found him.

  Grief-stricken, Selena stood up with tears in her eyes. “I know you’re upset with me for not telling you. But right or wrong, he is still your son and I need your help. We need your help. I hope I can count on you.”

  Selena was beside herself with tears when Snow walked slowly over to her. Once she was in her face, instead of embracing her in a hug, Snow slapped her in the face and punched her in the gut.

  Selena dropped to the floor and held her belly.

  “The slap was for the shit you pulled down Hains Point,” Snow said looking upon her with zero pity. “And the punch was for having a child by my husband and not telling him.” She opened the door. “Now get up out my house.”

  When she crawled out, Snow helped her with a foot shove, slammed the door and leaned against it. Rasim walked over to his wife and caressed the tops of her shoulders. “Snow, I’m so sorry.”

  “When did you find out?” she asked looking up at him.

  “Some weeks back. People kept telling me that I had someone who looked like me and I never went to check before recently. But when I saw his eyes, I knew it was him. I don’t even need a blood test, baby. I’m so sorry. It happened during Strawberry Meadows when you first left me.”

  Snow lowered her head. “Everybody got a child by you but me.”

  Rasim lifted her chin slightly with the push of his finger. “Not everybody, just one. But you gotta believe I’m not fucking that bitch, Snow. I can’t even stand her.”

  She exhaled and raised her head to look into his eyes. “You know what, before she came over I thought you were. But when I saw how you looked at her, when you came in the house, I knew it was impossible. The last time I saw that expression on your face was the day you killed Levi.” She wrapped her hands around his muscular body. “I’m sorry
I didn’t believe you, Rasim. You’ve been such a good husband and I’m blind with jealousy.” She tucked her face into his chest. “Can you ever forgive me?”

  Rasim was torn. Part of him felt guilty but the other part that was closer to his dick was relieved that she would no longer think he was cheating.

  “Snow, don’t worry about it,” he said as he embraced her and massaged her back. “We’ll be alright.”

  She gripped him tighter and spoke into his chest. “So what are we going to do? About your son?”

  “I don’t know. But I’m hoping something comes to me soon.”

  ****

  Rasim was lying on the bed naked, with his hand on his stomach. He was in a hotel room with Queen and her leg was draped across his legs while her head was nestled in his chest.

  With Snow not suspecting him of cheating, he increased his game and rented a hotel for the day in Delaware. They had been fucking nonstop and he would’ve still been asleep if he hadn’t experienced an unpleasant dream.

  In his nightmare his father came to him while he was sitting on top of a hill. His message for his son was simple. That Rasim had to violate his probation and return to prison or Stanley would be murdered in a month’s time.

  Lately he had been seeing his father during his daily travels. He knew it was just a matter of time before he had a conversation with him so he wasn’t surprised to see him in his dreams, just confused.

  When he eased from up under Queen, who was sound asleep, he walked into the bathroom to piss. He had no idea that she had been faking the entire time.

  On some sneak shit as she heard his urine splash into the toilet, she crept out of bed and tiptoed toward her purse. Queen removed a business card, folded it multiple times and slid it into the small inner pocket inside of his jeans.

  She believed that even if Rasim dug inside of his pockets throughout the day that he would not go in the tiny concealed pocket. But she was sure Snow would eventually.