Long As You Know Who You Belong To

by jwppublishing

  “I appreciate it, Mr. Yukimura.”

  “Call me Hero. As long as you keep my daughter happy, your life will be easy. Fuck up and…well...I can promise you won’t live long enough to regret it.”

  I couldn’t argue or be mad at his threat. She was his daughter and, as desperately as I needed this plug, I wouldn’t do anything to jeopardize it. I would treat his daughter like the fucking Queen of England if need be.

  “I understand.”

  “Now I will leave you to finish celebrating,” Hero told me. “I wish you success on your club, Grey.”

  “Thank you.” We shook hands again, and then Hero hugged Nakami tightly and placed a kiss on her forehead. He departed with his security behind him.

  I turned to Nakami. I looked at her differently now. She wasn’t just the fine ass party planner with the fiery personality and coke bottle body. She was now my meal ticket, my lucky charm, my money bag. Just the thought of the money that could come from linking up with her dad made my dick rise against my dress pants. Adjusting myself, I pulled Nakami close to me, breathing in a mixture of her fruity body wash and her spicy perfume. Without speaking another word, I placed my lips against hers. Her body loosened against mine, as she got lost in the kiss.

  When I finally pulled away, Nakami's eyes stayed closed and she smiled a dream-like smile. “He likes you, you know?”

  “Yeah?”

  “He doesn’t do business with people off rip like that. There is something about you, Grey.” She smiled wickedly before she grabbed my hand, led me back to the cabana style booth, and closed the curtains.

  Nakami

  June 2014

  “Tristan, please don’t forget to email the Sutter’s about their wine list. We need that finalized before the end of the week.” I called out.

  Tristan poked her head in my office and smiled. “You got it, boss. I’m having Kelsey and Leighton pick up the flowers for tomorrow’s event in the morning, and I’ll meet them at the venue before seven.”

  “Sounds good! Well, I’m about to finalize the board for that fundraiser pitch, and then I’m going to head out. Can you start organizing the textiles for the Marco wedding?” I stood from my chair and started to gather the things I needed for the concept board. I thought Tristan had left from the doorway until she spoke again.

  “You know, whatever Grey is doing to you…it’ working.” She leaned against the wall with her arms folded across her chest.

  “Excuse me?”

  “I mean you’ve been so much more laid back since he’s been in your life. You’re calmer and more patient. I like this new you. He must be putting it down, girl!”

  Oh hell no! Now I could agree that Grey’s presence had brought about a calmer, more Zen version of myself, but this little bitch here had some nerve. I was her boss, not her bff. Who was dipping in and out of my honeypot was none of her concern. Her even opening her mouth to comment just pissed me off. If she wanted me to bring the bitch, back she had just pressed the right buttons to resurrect her.

  “It’s a shame that I have to remind you of this because I am sure that I haven’t give you any indication otherwise, but our relationship is a professional one. You are not my friend. You are my employee. I don’t care what you do outside of these four walls and you shouldn’t care what I do either,” I spoke. “Regardless of what or who is responsible for my recent change, we will not be bonding about it over Caesar salad and white wine spritzers like two fucking sorority sisters. Mind your business, do your job and keep your commentary to yourself. Got it?”

  Tristan nodded her head and quickly exited my office. The fuck? I just know this broad didn’t think that I liked her because I had dialed back the bitch lately. See, Grey had me fucking up. Got me out here making chicks feel comfortable and shit. I could feel myself letting my guard down. This man was making me so happy that I had fucked around and let people think I was nice. Since Grey and I had started seeing each other, I had been on cloud nine and it had been hard for me to switch from doting girlfriend to Devil Wears Prada when I got to work. Now I had messed around and made a friend. I needed to get it together. Thoughts of Grey and I’s earlier steamy text message exchange swirled around my head, causing me to break out in a wide grin. With Grey on my mind, I took out my phone to send him a quick text message.

  June 17, 1:58 PM Me: Hey, boo. You want to grab dinner at Toca Madera’s tonight?

  Knowing that he was probably busy, I set the phone down on my desk and went to work. A good hour later, I had the concept board halfway finished and decided to take a break. The first thing I did was check my phone to see if Grey had replied back. He hadn’t. I felt the tips of my ears turn hot before I started pacing the floor.

  I knew he could be busy with the club, but what the fuck else could he be doing that he wasn’t able to answer a quick text within an hour? I mean, it only takes a few seconds to answer yes or no, right? Just a few key strokes was all it took! The more I thought about it, the angrier I became. If there was one thing that I hated to be, it was ignored.

  Grey was usually great at responding to me and picking up when I called, but I had started to notice he had begun to be a little more lax than usual. I hadn’t paid much attention to it, but he definitely had my attention now. My thing was that he couldn’t be that busy at the club. It was 3:30 pm on a Wednesday! He didn’t have a party until tomorrow! What the hell was he doing, huh? I could feel the irritation turning to anger, so I decided to try again before I lost my cool. Quickly, I sent another text.

  June 17, 3:06PM Me: You know I have to make a reservation if you want to go. Let me know ASAP.

  I stared at my phone as I continued to pace the floor. This nigga better answer me. The fuck could he be doing? He better not be with another bitch! I saw the way them little plastic model hoes that worked at the club looked at him. Let me find out that one of those little thirst buckets were slanging their box his way! I’m going to---

  Ding!

  The notification on my phone stopped my rant midsentence. I swiped my thumb across the screen and clicked on my messages with a smile slowing creeping across my face. It faded when I realized it was just Blu.

  June 17, 3:08PM Blu: Hey girl. I need your help. Meet me on Rodeo?

  Shit, Blu! Now was not the time! I clicked ignore and went back to pacing the floor. Why wasn’t he answering me? See, I hated when men did this. One simple little response could kill all the doubt swimming around in my brain. But no, instead of replying no matter how simple the answer, a nigga will leave you hanging all damn day, making you think of every possible scenario that could be causing you to get ignored.

  My mind ran a million miles a minute as I went down the list of reasons why he hadn’t responded to me. He could just be busy, right? Or…he could be face deep in another bitch’s pussy! Calm down, he could be driving! I thought to myself. He hates to text and drive. Or…he could be giving one of them bottle models he hired the long stroke on top of his desk!

  “Ughhhh!” I screamed. This was driving me nuts!

  “You good, ma?” a deep voice rumbled.

  I whipped around so fast that I almost fell over. Leaning against the door frame was Grey dressed in pair of camo shorts, a snug white tee underneath a crisp blue jean shirt, a navy blue Detroit snapback and some Jordan 3’s. My heart rate sped up at the sight of my fine ass man. His presence immediately caused my irritation to dissipate.

  Gathering myself quickly, I smiled at him. “Grey, what are you doing here?”

  Instead of answering, he closed the door behind him and smirked.

  “Grey…” I looked at him curiously.

  He walked over to me slowly, licking his lips and coming out of his jean shirt without taking his sultry, grey eyes off of me. In one swift move, he had ripped my Stella McCartney skirt from its middle seam, hoisted me up by my waist and wrapped my legs around him. I gasped as chills shot up my spine and my panties moistened. Grey kissed me roughly and I replied with an intense kiss of my o
wn. All semblance of anger had vanished and now I just wanted him to fuck me into oblivion. I was horny beyond words.

  I hurriedly pulled his t-shirt over his head before he ripped open the front of my blouse, sending buttons flying everywhere. He didn’t bother unhooking my bra; he just freed my D-cups from their lace prison and pulled them into his mouth. I squealed as his teeth grazed my erect nipples. His warm, wet mouth was causing tremors to shoot through the nerve endings in my breasts, eliciting a shudder from my body. I tossed my head back and arched my back, allowing him better access. With my breasts still in his mouth, Grey used his index and middle finger to move my thongs to the side and plunge inside of me. Instinctively, I clenched my muscles, wrapped my walls around his fingers and pulled him in deeper. I pushed both of my large breasts together and edged them towards his mouth. He responded to my suggestive gesture by biting down lightly on my nipples that now resembled two Hershey kisses, and a low moan tumbled from my lips.

  “You wet as fuck, ma,” he growled into my ear.

  Something about the way that he talked to me with that Midwest twang made my clit jump every time. Briefly, I let my eyes travel down, wanting to see Grey in action, and met his gaze. A wicked smiled crossed his lips as he used his index and middle finger to stir my juices and his thumb to stroke my love button. Without breaking his rhythm, Grey crossed the room and laid me down on the leather sectional. I let my eyes roam his perfectly chiseled body that was covered in beautiful tattoos and couldn’t help but think about how fucking lucky I was. My thoughts were interrupted when Grey hooked one finger into the middle of my soaked Dita Von Teese lace thongs, and eased down my body until his face was eye level with my pussy. My breath caught when he gripped my thighs and pulled me closer to his face; I was eagerly anticipating the tongue lashing he was preparing to give me.

  Nothing happened for the next few moments. I was hot and wet and this nigga wanted to just sit there with my pussy in his face. I waited in agony for his lips, tongue or his fingers to touch me, but all I could feel was his breath tickling my clit, teasing me with the thought of what was to come. Sick of his shit, I pushed his head right where I needed him to go and wrapped my legs around his neck, making sure he wasn’t going anywhere anytime soon. I heard him chuckle, but I didn’t see a damn thing funny as I almost choked on my own spit when his stiff tongue finally made contact with my swollen pearl.

  “Mmmm…” I gripped the couch cushions and squirmed against the hot leather fabric as I felt his tongue do laps around my clit. He gave me long, slow strokes at first, like he was eating chocolate soft serve. And best believe I was melting right into his mouth and my juices were spilling all over his thick, expertly skilled tongue. I moved my hips in rhythm with his tongue stroke and I felt small shots of electricity shoot from my toes up my spine.

  “Oh God!” I suddenly screamed.

  This nigga had the audacity to let his tongue vibrate against my clit. That shit had my ass ready to wave a white flag! I swear his tongue was battery operated because no man’s tongue could move at that speed without some assistance. He had me out of breath and I wasn’t even doing shit! I started backing away from him, scared that I was about to experience some shit I wasn’t ready for, but Grey wasn’t having that.

  “Bring that ass back here,” he grumbled while latching on to my hips and bringing my body back towards his face. “You wanted that shit, so you gon’ take it.”

  I couldn’t fight his strong ass if I wanted to. He pulled my clit back into his mouth and sucked on it like a watermelon Jolly Rancher. I grabbed a handful of his dreads and moaned so loud that I was surprised Tristan didn’t come running her nosey ass to the door to see what was wrong. He continued to give me a tongue lashing that felt so good and tortured me so bad that it felt like punishment. I was running from him like I stole something, but I probably would have swung on him if he had attempted to stop. Mixed emotions flowed through me as I welcomed the feeling his was giving me and rejected it all at the same time. It was too much.

  “Fuckkkkk Grey, shit!”

  Grey’s tongue swirled around my clit. Then he dipped it right inside me and fucked me with his tongue like it was the thick rod hanging between his legs. I swallowed hard as he took his finger and massaged my clit while still darting his tongue in and out of me. I lost my damn mind. An orgasm came sweeping through my body, making me feel lightheaded as hell. My juices came pouring out like rain and Grey was there to collect every drop with his tongue. Two tears escaped from my eyes; his head game was just that vicious. Grey stood up and laughed before he took a few tissues from the box on my desk, wiped his mouth and laughed again.

  “Your lil’ feisty ass was about to go ham on a nigga, wasn’t you?” He grinned as he reached for his shirt.

  “What?” I said barely above a whisper. I was still stuck off the orgasm Grey had just gave me.

  “When I ain’t answer. If I didn’t come when I did, your crazy ass would have come looking for me.” He laughed again. “No fucking chill.”

  I propped myself up on my elbows and looked at him as he placed his snapback on his head and attempted to walk towards the door.

  “The fuck you goin’?” I asked with attitude. I know this nigga didn’t think he was about to leave.

  “To the club. I got a meeting in an hour. Don’t worry, I’ma handle that tonight.” He threw a smile my way and turned back towards the door.

  Aw, hell naw! This nigga got me all fucked up. His smooth ass thought that he was just going to waltz in my job, interrupt my meeting, get me all worked up and dip? Naw, he must not know who he’s fucking with. Before Grey could reach the door, I hopped up off the couch and shoved the office chair past him and towards the door, blocking his exit.

  “Nakami, for real. I gotta get back to work.”

  “Fuck work, nigga.”

  I pushed him down onto the chair and went to work unbuckling his pants. He made a weak ass attempt to brush my hands away, but that nigga knew he wanted to fuck me as bad as I wanted to fuck him. I got his shorts undone in no time and pulled out his long, thick pretty ass dick. It was already hard for me, so I stroked it a few times before I hopped right on. I took a seat on his lap and used my hand to guide him inside of me.

  “Shit…” Grey moaned.

  I smirked because now it was my turn to pay that ass back. If he thought he was the only one with some tricks up his sleeve, he thought wrong. I started off slow, planting my feet on the ground and pushing off to get a good bounce going. I made sure to squeeze my muscles around his dick before I came all the way down. Multi-tasking, I licked and sucked on his neck, making sure I left a hickey on his light bright ass. He smacked my ass hard and I grinned to myself. I sped up my rhythm, leaned into Grey’s body and bounced my ass instead of using my entire body. I built a steady rhythm to the beat in my head and could feel the tip of his dick hitting my spot. I let off a moan as I felt another orgasm building up.

  Grey pulled on my long, wavy hair. “Ride that shit, ma.”

  Oh, I was going to ride it alright. Changing it up, I started to wind my hips in a circular motion, rolling my body like I was full-blooded Jamaican. I could sense Grey losing control of his body by the way his eyes were rolling in the back of his head. Oh no, he wasn’t going to get off that easy. Forcing my breast in his face, I leaned back and hooked my heels into the bottom of the chair and rode him like a mechanical bull. I lassoed his dick with my slippery walls and twisted my hips so that he could hit every corner, pocket, crook and crevice.

  “Gottdamn, you got some good pussy, girl. Shit.”

  I heard his toes crack and I had to stifle a giggle. He gripped my ass and dug his nails into my cheeks as he tried to hold his nut off. Naw, he was going to give me that nut. Slowly I rose from his lap so that only the tip of his dick was inside and just waited. His eyes popped open when he felt me stop moving.

  “What the fuck, Naka-“

  Before he could finish his sentence, I clenched my walls around him and
slammed my body onto his lap.

  “SHIT!” he yelled out.

  I rose up again and waited. He bit down on his lip so hard I thought he was going to draw blood. He tried to slam me back down but I held firm. When I was ready, I clenched my muscles, gripping his dick inside me, and slowly slid back down, twisting my hips again before I landed back on his lap. He sucked his lip in, trying not to scream like a little bitch, and I laughed out loud. This time I rose but when I slid back down, I popped my ass and brought my lower body forward in a scooping motion, so that my clit rubbed up against him. The sensation drove me wild. I was nearing my peak, but I wanted to make him come at the same time. I picked up speed and bounced all over his member. He had my shit good and gushy because the only noise that could be heard in the room was the sound of my overflow of juices being stirred. Grey started matching my rhythm and fucking me back.

  “Mhmmm…” we said in unison.

  I did my signature “stand and slam” move once more before Grey said, “Fuck this,” and he picked my ass up.

  “You think I’m bout to let you fuck me?” he whispered before he thrust himself into me hard, still holding my body up in the air. My smile quickly faded when he started fucking me at a pace that made me dizzy. He reached up and grabbed the back of my head, forcing my lips to his and kissed me roughly. I bit down on his lip and dug my nails into his back. Grey now had me laying across my desk, flat on my back with one hand on my shoulder and the other hand on my hip, driving into me like he was trying to break something. I grabbed up my titties in my hand and pinched my nipples, heightening the sensation of the orgasm that was beginning to break.

  “Grey… I’m cum---“

  Before I could get the sentence all the way out my mouth, Grey pulled out. He wiped the film of sweat that formed on his forehead with the back of his hand and looked at my agape mouth in amusement.

  “Nigga, you can’t be serious!” I screamed.

  “You the one that want to play games,” he chuckled.