The Chase I (Double XX Book 1)

by Xyla Turner

  He paused and then he continued, “So, when you called me Daddy, in essence you said, I am giving you the right to protect me, keep me safe and secure, and provide for my well-being and needs. I gladly accepted that role because I want to be a part of your life in that way. I want to be the man you love and relinquish that power and control over to because you trust me like you trusted your father to take care of you, cherish and protect you. That was one of my favorite moments, the first time you called me daddy and baby, as your proud daddy, I take my job seriously, even if you get in the way of me doing my job. I will override, supersede, and usurp your power and authority because no matter what – I love you and I will always do what’s best for you. You living in that place where the crime rate was equivalent to East New York, which is the worst in the entire district was unsafe and the place was cramped. You are my woman and you only get the fuckin’ best. End of story. I gave you an option, I gave you time, you did not heed my warning, so I had to take matters into my own hands.”

  What the hell? Why did his ludicrous explanation make sense? Dammit.

  No words came to me as I just stared at him, as I had no idea what to say to that. On all accounts, he was correct or it at least made total sense, even if it was rationalizing crazy sense. This man was so complex, and yet I am strangely attracted to him. He is absolutely right; I am seriously attracted to his alpha male side. That protector, that dominator, the beast, but like a sullen teenager, I can get rebellious. On one hand, I know I can be childish, but on the other hand, I feel I need to have my point be made, by any means necessary. I guess he feels the same way. Maybe it is similar to a teenager trying to carve out her own independence, by testing limits and trying to go their own way.

  The problem with that theory is that I have already done this with my dad and mom. Limits were tested and I’ve veered from their ways, but held on to some of their values like the social justice component. Now, I want a partner who is going the same way and can complement me. I want the role to an extent of a daddy, but not to come in and take over my life. I am not one of those women. Maybe I didn’t know what type of woman I was until Xavier came into my life, but I’m really wondering if we will work because shit like this is not going to fly. If I feel like I am being restricted and stuck in toxic relationship, I will leave and he needs to know that.

  “Xavier, I get what you are saying, but this is where, no matter how we feel about each other, we need to be completely honest with one another. It hurts my heart to say this because this could be the end of us. The woman you seem to need is one that is open and willing to accept any and everything you have to offer. She is the one that wants to be taken care of, the one that expects you to interfere and the one that not only gets off on calling you Daddy, but allows you to be that for her. I’m not that woman. While you are correct, I do to an extent expect a man to take certain aspects of that father figure role, like protector and provider. I have already carved out my own individual niche. I don’t need a provider because I provide for myself, I don’t need a protector because I’ve pretty much figured things out, what I do need is security in knowing that the person I’m with is solid, they don’t waver, they will be consistent in my life, no matter what. That sort of trust and dependence comes with time. I’ve already gone through my rebellious stage with my parents to become who I am, but I’m a grown ass woman and I don’t need to fight for independence that I already have. The type of man that I need is a partner. “

  He looks at me thoughtfully, “Baby, don’t you see I am all those things.”

  “No, you aren’t my partner. Today, you acted like a barbaric dictator.”

  “Today, I acted like a protective spouse.”

  Spouse? What?

  “W-what?” I had to question; there was no way I heard that right.

  “You heard me, baby.” He smiled, “There was no way in hell, I was going to let you keep staying in that shit hole. Now, sue me, but there was an expiration date on that living arrangement. No man would ever have his woman in a situation like that, when he has the means to do something about it.”

  “It really wasn’t that bad. I’d been living there for three years and never had any problems. It was very quiet on my block and in my building.” I snapped back.

  “I don’t give a fuck.”

  “So, if I would have picked one of the condos or apartments that Matt showed me, you would be okay with that?”

  “Matt showed you apartments?”

  “Yes, didn’t you put him up to that?” I asked in confusion.

  “No, but he did see where you lived and was just as appalled as I was.”

  Weird.

  “But, if he showed you apartments, then he must have been concerned as well. I wouldn’t have had a problem with you living other places, then I wouldn’t have had to override your will and then I wouldn’t be missing out on being with my girl for 24 hours.” He smirked.

  I roll my eyes.

  “The reason why I live there is because I can afford to live there. I have debts to pay that require most of my income and I cannot afford to live in the places that Matt showed me. I also will not move in with you because we are not ready for that. I also have this rule of not shacking up. I’m not telling you this for you to do something about, but I’m letting you know my reasons.”

  “Xena, what the fuck?”

  “What? The debt or shacking up?”

  “The fucking debt, baby. Why am I just now hearing about this?”

  “Because it was none of your business. This is my personal stuff, Xavier and I do not want you interfering.”

  He exhales.

  More surprising that if he had a dossier on me, he would know about my debt. Maybe it excluded the financial component.

  “I’m not kidding Xavier, you think it is bad now, there will be no us – if you intervene. I’m not threatening you either, I’m just telling you that’s a hard line that I cannot forgive. This is me and I need to do it.”

  He continues to stare at me, while he grips my hips really hard, trying to push back his frustration. “Why won’t you let me help?”

  “It’s not yours to help?” I exclaim.

  He grips my hips harder to the point of discomfort. I winced, so he loosened his hands. “I don’t like this, Xena.” He said in that dominant voice.

  He is really trying to reign in his temper. I feel like he could toss me across the room for tying his hands like this. I don’t care. I’m not playing.

  “How about we find you an apartment or condo that’s within your price range? Matt is great with things like bargains, that’s why he’s my COO,” he asked hopefully.

  “You don’t have a problem with me not shacking up?”

  “No, I know you have some old school about you. I like it, but I don’t because I want you here with me – but I can work around that.”

  Hmm, he can compromise.

  “I see.” I smiled down at him.

  He pulls out his phone, hit the screen, and called someone.

  “Hey Matt, it is X. Can you get a list of apartments or condos in Xena’s price range that are move-in ready?”

  Silence.

  “No, she wants to rent right now.”

  Silence.

  “I know, but that’s what she wants.”

  Silence.

  “Shut the fuck up.”

  I hear faint laughing through the phone.

  “They need to be within her price range of no more than $1500.”

  Silence.

  “I know man, don’t get me fucking started.”

  Silence.

  “Okay, then, I’ll do both and I’ll work on it from this end.”

  Silence.

  “Right, later.”

  He hangs up the phone, looks up at me and says, “He’s going to get you rentals, rent-to-own and properties to purchase because he said with that price range, you’ll probably be better off purchasing.”

  “But, I don’t have the credit to own a h
ome right now and plus, I already own a home in Philadelphia and its hard keeping good tenants there?”

  He looked surprised, “You own a home in Philadelphia?”

  “Yes, it was my first home that I purchased after I received a raise. I loved that townhouse. It had a deck, garage, and my own master bathroom.” I reminisced.

  He stared at me for a minute, “I’ll back off on one of three conditions. 1) You let me co-sign on your new place, 2) You let me put the money up for the down payment or 3) you let me buy it, but it’s in your name.”

  I shake my head sideways. “No to all of those. That’s not going to happen. I don’t like those choices because they all require you to be a part of it in some way.”

  “Now, who is not compromising? You say you want a partner, but now that I’m trying to partner with you, consult with you, you won’t compromise.”

  Dammit, he’s right.

  “Number one will require that you will always be a part of the mortgage and I cannot make decisions with you, so, no, that won’t work. God-forbid if anything goes south with us, that would not be good. Number two requires you putting out a lot of money that I’m not comfortable with that at this point in our relationship. Number three is just absolutely crazy, that is a lot of money and power if you bought my house. Hell no.”

  “So, partner, come up with different options,” I counter.

  “Xena, what do you mean ‘at this point in our relationship’?”

  “We’ve been together for about a month now, which in any years, even dog years is not long. I don’t know much about you, still learning every day and the same with me. We haven’t even had a holiday together. We are still figuring each other out, hence this whole conversation. So, accepting money from you at this point, I am completely uncomfortable with that.”

  “Fuck, Xena – I’m going to give $50,000 to a charitable organization that I haven’t even seen yet. I’m going to give another $75,000 to a man who I haven’t even broken bread with yet. My lady, who has worked her ass off all her life, put herself through school, makes a difference in children’s lives every day, empowers people to be their best self because that’s just the type of woman she is, needs something and I am not allowed to give it to her. Then to top that, she loves me enough to put up with me, takes my shit and gives it too, embraced my folks when she is pissed at me, fucks me like she owns me and lets me spank her ass because we both like that type of shit and she makes me the happiest man on earth. So, if she needs some money, which is nothing compared to the money I make in a single day, I can’t give it to her? You are out of your fucking mind if I’m not going to give it to her. You’re my fuckin’ woman and I’m putting the down payment on your new place.”

  Well, shit.

  Reaching down, I grabbed the sides of his face with both my hands and kissed him like he was going off to war. I felt all tingly inside with his declaration; at that point, he could buy the damn house for all I cared. He pulled me into him and took over the kiss. We fought for control, but I just wanted him to take me more. He moved his hands to my ass and started to lift me up, so I wrapped my legs around his waist so he could carry me to the bedroom.

  He laid me down, went into the drawer and pulled out a tube. Oh shit. It was the sensation gel. My sex pulsed with excitement, as I smiled up at him, then he turned me on my stomach, while he took off his clothes. Xavier slapped my ass and dragged my pajama pants down my legs, along with my panties. I got to my knees and poked my ass out to him. Finally, I was going to try the pleasure gel.

  Xavier poured the lube on his hands and rubbed it on himself and then on and around the folds of my hot heat. “Be patient, I’ll take care of you. Let Daddy make you feel good.”

  Oh God. I was so on the edge.

  He stuck another finger in me and started to rub the lube in and out; making sure it was nice and slick. I moaned and rocked with his strokes. He added another finger and I thought I would come out of my skin. It felt so tight and the gel was tingling, causing more fireworks.

  He crooned, “My baby likes this, doesn’t she?”

  “Yesss,” I rocked back.

  “Good, can you handle it?”

  “Yes, daddy, I can handle it. Fuck me,” I moaned with each swaying movement.

  He removed his fingers and I groaned as they felt so good coming out of me. Xavier started fucking me with shallow thrusts, then he went further and further. It was long and thick. It felt so good, my whole body was on fire. My nipples were hard, my pussy was soaked and I was about to bust.

  Xavier finally got it all the way in, but he must have been on edge because he squeezed both of my cheeks. I yelped, then he spanked me twice on each cheek, causing me to extend my ass towards him for more.

  “God, I love your luscious ass, baby. You look so nice with me inside of you. My baby girl, going to let me take a picture of this beautiful site?”

  What?

  A picture? Uh.

  “Yes,” I moaned.

  I was praying I didn’t regret this shit. He reached in his pants pocket that was thrown on the bed, and took the phone out. He snapped a couple of pictures and threw the phone on the bed. Then, I felt him stroke my clit with his fingers, causing me to moan loudly. He grabbed my hips, then plunged in hard.

  OH MY GOD!

  I was so tight, it took him a minute to adjust to the added sensation. When he got the rhythm down, he went to town. I was screaming and panting. At one point, he pushed my head down in the bed and fucked me senseless. I touched my clit and came instantly, tightening around him. He smacked my ass while I was coming, so I came harder. I was going to combust into nothing soon.

  He grabbed my hair, pulled me up to him and growled in my ear, “You like when I fuck you like this, don’t you? I know you like it rough. When I spank your naughty ass and pull your hair?”

  Oh God, I did.

  “Yes, daddy. Yes.”

  “You like when I pound in your tight pussy”

  “Yes, daddy, I like it.”

  “God, you are so fucking sweet. Don’t ever leave me baby,” he was pounding in me so hard, “don’t fuckin’ leave me.”

  He let my hair go, so I went down on my hands and knees again.

  He groaned, “God, I wish you could see how sexy this is.”

  I moaned in response. It felt sexy and I could only imagine. I rocked back to his rhythm, when he slapped my ass. “Ahh, look at your ass jiggling for me.”

  I jiggled my ass some more, while he groaned, “Baby girl, show me what you got. Ride that stallion for me.”

  Music to my ears. He stopped thrusting in and I spread my knees and started rocking and gyrating all over him. I made my ass jiggle as I rotated around and around on his cock. He moaned in appreciation and slapped my ass for encouragement. I made a circular motion with my hips and kept that motion while moving back and forth backing up on him.

  “God, yes, baby. Ride Daddy’s dick.”

  I kept going, but jiggled my ass more while sliding back and forth. Then I put my head on the bed and fucked him hard. He growled, “I need to come,” he palmed my butt, “in you, sweetie. Oh God, baby, keep doing that.”

  “Ahhh, yes,” he hissed.

  I rocked back harder, using my whole body to gain more force in my movements. My face might have sheet burn when I was done. I would have to get him some satin materials for his bed.

  “Baby, I’m coming,” he growled. “Ah fuck, you are so tight” he hissed.

  I moaned and rocked harder. He grabbed my hips, stalling me and took me to the hilt, balls deep. I screamed out, he growled loudly, digging his fingers in me and we both fell on the bed.

  20 TIE MYSELF TO YOU

  The next two weeks were extremely busy, but also, very bizarre. I stayed with Xavier for the week, which was not my normal routine, but he made time for me to stay in my room when I needed it, work in my office or just stay at the school. During that time, Matt had me going to see homes after work, giving me absolute hell about no
t letting Xavier just buy me a place. I thought he would give me hell about not staying with Xavier, but apparently, both men appreciated some old-fashioned values.

  Unfortunately, I did not really like most of the homes I saw because some of them were just too fancy and looked like museums, while others were a little too old fashioned. Most of the older ones were brick-stones, which I loved, but there were no renovations. That was not good. Matt announced that was all he had on my rental list, which totaled five places in one evening. The next evening, we visited the rent-to-own places, which were equally the same. Either too fancy or too much work needed to be done. I did not have time like that. The evening after that, I saw the perfect place on the first visit. It was so nice, it had three bedrooms, a big kitchen, a living room, a dining room, deck where I could grill and people could sit. It had wall-to-wall carpet, washer/dryer unit, a garage and a trash disposal. I loved it and immediately wanted to get that place.

  I had turned to Matt and exclaimed, “This is it.”

  He looked confused, “What? But you haven’t seen the other places. You should check out the next one, which is a few blocks from here.”

  “No, this is it. How much is it?” I cringed.

  He sighed, “Well, honey the only reason this made my list, is because the seller is desperate to get rid of it. There was a nasty divorce and I quote, ‘I’ll take what I paid for it, just get rid of it’.”

  “Well, what did he pay for it?”

  “Two hundred and fifty thousand dollars,” he said.

  “You are kidding me. Condos in this area are going for three times that much.” I exclaimed.