Warren: A novella

by Xyla Turner

  “Fine,” I hissed, pulled my bag tighter on my shoulder and forged forth, to the limo.

  We arrived at the club almost an hour and a half later, where it was not only popping but there was a billboard that showed the dancing side of the website, with an adjoining app.

  What in the world?

  My design was on a billboard as the video clicked through and encouraged users to download the app. Damn, this was some high-level shit. I never even knew that was the goal, but it was smart. I also downloaded the app, even though I didn’t go to clubs or even his club.

  Once I was out of the limo, the same guy who refused to let me into my apartment, pushed my way through to the well-known office of its owner.

  “Fatima,” I heard the familiar voice that sent shivers down my skin, making my nipples perk with awareness.

  It had been a whole damn month and still, the man had that effect on my body.

  “Why am I being summons?” I don’t bother with a greeting as I remain near the door.

  This time, he looks up at me and gives a knowing smirk.

  “Why do you think?” He asked me the rhetorical question.

  My arms defensively fold over my chest, right before I replied, “If I knew, I wouldn’t have asked.”

  “Sit,” he commanded.

  It wasn’t a question, nor an idea. Warren said sit and he expected me to sit. I thought I made myself crystal clear that I wasn’t doing this with him, so I remained where I was at. What was he going to do?

  Spank me?

  Well, I thought too soon.

  Warren got up and slowly walked towards me. He had on a purple dress shirt, that was made to fit him like the big man he was. It was tailored, just like those black pants that hung over his black square-toed shoes. He exuded dominance, power and sex. My mind jumped to the scenes of him and me, then of the other part of his club. My pussy ached for attention and I wanted him more than I should have. I was trying to rid myself of the need for him, but just like a drug addict in a crack house. Everything was willing and available.

  “Babe, you think defiance will get you fucked?” He asked.

  My face morphed into the oncoming verbal assault, but it was pointless. Warren lifted me up and threw me over his shoulder.

  “Put me down, Warren,” I yelled. “Now.”

  Pounding on his tight ass with my fist didn’t help either because he was out of his office, walked me through the club and then into some back door. I kept yelling but to no avail. It wasn’t until I was right side up and a few moments after the blood went back to where it was supposed to be in my body, that I yanked out the trance.

  Then I slapped him clean across the face. The man merely smiled. It wasn’t even sadistic, but a genuine smile that made my nipples tighten.

  “You should know, I like it rough.” He nodded. “So, do you.”

  My head turned to see what he was looking at, which caused my jaw to drop. We were in a bedroom that was filled with all sorts of toys, crops and other things that made me want my entire center melt.

  Since I was taking everything in, my back was turned towards Warren. It was then, that he began to take off my jacket, blouse and unbutton my jeans. It was almost a tender removal of my clothes but I knew he was saving up the beast in him, for our next escapade. There was no point in stopping him, I wanted it too.

  Needed it.

  “You know, I almost thought I was crazy,” he said as he removed my shoes from my feet. “Thought I misinterpreted that night and morning.”

  With one scoop, Warren had me up in his arms, where I held on to the big man as he laid me on the bed. He was still fully clothed as he was over me on the bed. I couldn’t help that my back arched on its own, so my taut nipples could feel the silk of his shirt rub against them.

  Wait, he was moving my arms above my head.

  “Wait,” I faintly called but Warren just shushed me and secured the ties around each wrist. “I forgot about something and that was not wise of me.”

  I had no idea what he was talking about but he was calmer than normal. It was as if he were in a different place and not as feral.

  “What is going on?” I finally asked.

  “I’m rectifying my error. See you pushed me away and I left because I thought that was what you wanted, but I forgot. I forgot that you sat in my office with wet panties, watching everything that goes on in this club. Then I thought you didn’t want to be a part of something that wasn’t necessarily legal and then I forgot that you took me, my punishments and everything about me, long and deep. Then you gave me the websites of all websites and then I knew. You weren’t done, you weren’t on the straight and narrow.” Warren shook his head. “No, babe. You were scared. Of me. Of this.”

  He removed his cufflinks, unbuttoned his shirt, took off his belt, pants and then those black Calvin Klein briefs. Warren’s dick was long and thick with a glistened head that bounced around as he moved from table to table, gathering items and throwing them on the bed.

  “Fuck, Fatima. I forgot and I’ve had to eat shit for the past month. Couldn’t even deal with you, because it hurt so much. Reminded me of the rejection that I knew all too well and you know what, though. You helped me. I dealt with that shit too. Dealt with it and now I’m dealing with you. You’re scared, then I’m going to un-scare you. You’re going to deal with each and everything that I have in here and babe, you’re going to cum each and every time. The likelihood of you passing out is a definite and it’s fine because I’ll revive you and fuck you literally in the middle of next week. Because my dick is sick of my hand this past month and apparently only wants you. It’s not lust, it’s a fucking need. A craving and Fatima, babe. You’re going nowhere, so get comfortable.”

  He picked up a whip in his right hand and nipple clamps in his left.

  “Where do you want to start first?” He asked, and this time, he was seeking for an answer.

  “Huh?” was all I could muster up because his words had my mind and body busy with an acute awareness that I was about to be in some sort of bliss that would extend past anything I ever imagined. Warren was right, I was scared. Not just of being hurt again, but of exploration into this thing that turned me on so much. Of him. Of it. Of this.

  “Do you want Mistress Zeda to lick that sweet pussy of yours now or after I’ve fucked you?” He asked with a straight damn face.

  I swear I didn’t want my core to convulse at that moment, but it did. It was so fucking naughty but even if I thought it was wrong, my body was nearly begging for it. That reaction had Warren straddling me again as he clamped the clips on my erect nipples and pulled them for testing purposes.

  “Yes, this right here,” Warren said before he began to suck on my left nipple, leaving me breathless.

  Quiet moans escaped me as my body writhed with the sensuality of the pain and pleasure that he was exposing me to. Once Warren stopped, he clamped my other nipple and the sight of this made me wetter.

  “I knew you’d love it,” He smiled, but swung his leg, so he was off the bed and standing by my head. “Don’t think I’d share you with anyone, unless that’s what you wanted.”

  That comment made my heart pang because he wasn’t ruling it out but his possession over me was clear as day. He wanted me for him and him only.

  “Ready?” Warren asked as he ran the leather straps of the whip across my stomach and stroked his large dick with his right hand. “Ready to go to the next level?”

  My head nodded because at this point, I was ready for anything.

  Everything.

  Chapter 7

  Warren

  Fatima had me fooled for almost a damn month, until I started to look more into her. Who gets up and just leaves where they lived after they purchased a house and everything. Something happened and I needed to find out.

  Come to find out, she was hurt by a lover and the woman just withdrew. The house was sold in Maryland and she was running. Probably scared to explore anything with anyone and despi
te being turned on by the BDSM lifestyle, she let me in, then pushed me away. She continued to do the site and fuck if it wasn’t the best thing I’d ever seen. It was evident, that it was more to her. It was apparent with the layout of the pictures, the compilations of the video and the reverent way it was completed. This was someone who enjoyed it. I’d studied graphic arts and designs. Hell, I set up the rooms, so I knew. It mattered. A Dom whose sub meant something versus just anyone, it made a difference with each scene. Fatima was missing out and I was sick of waiting for her to come around, since I planned to be the one to introduce her, mark her and keep her. That was really all there was to it.

  “Warren,” Fatima murmured as she began to close her legs and pull them closer to her body. “What…”

  “Babe, shhh and relax.” I urged her by moving my dick closer to her mouth. “Nothing here will happen that you don’t want. You don’t want it, it won’t happen. Open those legs and those lips.”

  My girl swung her legs open and then parted her lips, so I could slide my hard member inside.

  Goddamn, I missed this.

  Fatima moaned and paused her sucking down my dick, so I took over and held her by the hair.

  “Yes, babe. Like that,” I growled, but didn’t want to come unless I was inside of her.

  This seemed to calm her, as the tenseness dissipated and she loosened her jaws, so I could slide in and out without any hinderances.

  “Yes, sweetheart,” I plunged inside of her. “Take it for daddy.”

  Her entire body pushed back into the bed. Fuck, she was compliant, like never before. That was when she came and I growled.

  “Enough,” I commanded and pulled my dick from Fatima’s mouth. “Mine.”

  I slurped up every ounce of what she released, then brought her to another orgasm.

  “Warrreennn,” she cried out, as her body quacked with ecstasy. “Yesss!”

  Mounting her, I slid my dick inside of her too tight pussy and began to fuck her like a man unleashed. There were crops, whips, dildoes, vibrators and anything else that was manageable for a sex club but I just wanted her sweet pussy wrapped around me. No words escaped Fatima, she just took everything with her mouth open in a garbled grunt. I was fucking her hard and deep. The growls and snarls were coming from me, as I tried to pound her into the mattress and leave a body dent.

  “Fucking mine,” I said through gritted teeth. “Tight, sweet ass pussy.”

  “Yours,” she murmured.

  That was when my thrust grew erratic and a few moments later, hot cum released from me inside of her wet heat.

  “Fuuuccckkk!” the noise escaped from my mouth as I pulled the chain of her clamped nipples.

  Fatima moaned her release, causing her pussy to clamp down on mine as she milked me dry. Fuck, she could have it all. Everything could be hers and I knew - it would be.

  Fatima:

  I was on another cloud, but it wasn’t nine. It was somewhere else.

  “Babe,” I heard my name. “Babe.”

  “Huh?” I answered, because it could be nobody but Warren.

  He was the only man who called me babe and treated me like I was his babe. Not anyone else. It wasn’t even a thing where he called me that because he didn’t want to slip up saying my name, because he did that too. He called me babe and I believed it. I was his babe.

  All his.

  He’d made that abundantly clear last night and I had the marks and bruises to prove it. Plus, it was everything I wanted. After that first time, when he took me, once we recovered, he took his sweet time, introducing me to everything in that room. I was fucked on every surface and the man was absolutely right. I passed out at least twice. True to his word, he woke me right back up so he could continue pleasuring me. He took my body to the edge and back, repeatedly and it was the best thing I’ve ever felt in my entire life.

  When I finally woke, I wasn’t in the club anymore. Actually, I didn’t know where I was at, until I saw a picture of Telisha on the dresser. I hadn’t spoken to her in awhile, since I was no longer working on her school or church’s websites. It was not like we were friends, but she had, in essence, referred me to two other clients and I was appreciative. It also was not that Warren and I were doing something...though I wasn’t sure what that was exactly. Except I think I fell in love with the man last night.

  “Babe,” Warren called again.

  “Yeah,” I said with a voice similar to Barry White.

  “Mmm,” he moaned. “Lost your voice, huh?”

  I would have laughed, since he looked like he was the cat who just caught the canary. Well, he did.

  Instead, I nodded my head as he scooped me up.

  “Time for a bath,” Warren said against my lips. “You’ve got to be sore.”

  He was right because even with the minimal movements and him carrying me, I felt the pull of muscles that I never knew existed.

  Warren joined me in the bath and cleaned me from neck to toe. The man didn’t touch my hair and God bless him for it. He already knew the deal. Once we showered off, breakfast was downstairs in the oven. I shouldn’t have been surprised but when the man was intentional, it felt so good.

  “Fatima,” he called.

  “Yes,” I answered.

  “The last time we did this, you bailed and I want to get some things straight right now.” He was taking his time with me, like he did yesterday.

  “I’m not fragile,” I told him.

  “That’s not news,” his eyes leveled on mine. “But you’re like a jackrabbit. Ready to run at the first peep of noise.”

  I almost laughed if it weren’t true.

  “It’s not that bad,” I took a bite of the cheese eggs, that tasted delicious.

  “Coulda fooled me.” Warren snapped back. “Anyway, let’s get some things clear. You go first.”

  He was leaving it to me.

  What?

  “I’m not sure what you want me to say?” I told him.

  “Say what you think, feel and want.” He shared.

  This was different and unexpected. In the past, he just told me. Hell, yesterday and today, he reiterated that he would be my barometer and set the temperature.

  “Why are you leaving this up to me?” I questioned. “You’ve been running things so far.”

  “Maybe, but when it comes to certain things, I sense, you need a chance to have a say. Here’s your chance, unless you’re handing it over to me.” He suggested.

  It was like a damn oxymoron. I knew what I wanted but I wanted him to tell me what he wanted. Why was he doing this?

  “I’m confused.” I shared. “You’ve been leading this the whole time, but now you’re giving the reigns to me. Why?”

  “The last time I thought we were on the same page but you hightailed it away from me. That’s not happening again. So, you either tell me what you can handle, or you do this my way. Your choice.”

  Hell.

  The man was right, since I basically semi-agreed with his last proposal and then thought myself out of it afterward. It wasn’t fair to him, but I guess I thought he just wanted to fuck me when he wanted. I didn’t want that. As a matter of fact, I wasn’t sure what I wanted but I know I didn’t want that.

  “So, I’m not entirely sure what I want, Warren.” I came clean with him. “What I don’t want is to be a fuck buddy. I’m either going to be something or I’m not.”

  He popped a piece of bacon into his mouth and then nodded his head.

  “So, you do know what you want.” He shared after taking a large swallow from the glass of orange juice that was in front of him.

  “Not necessarily,” I uttered.

  “You want me?” He stated because it wasn’t a question. “You want more from me, not just a random fuck. You want all that I can give to you, as long as it’s not a random fuck.”

  “What can you give?” I asked.

  “Sweetheart, whatever you want.” I shared. “I’m not the best at articulating shit but I ain’t fucking
nobody, except you. Not trying to. Want to wake up to you, cook for you, make you cum all over my dick, face, fingers. Just want you, babe. I guess that’s a relationship. Never really had one but if it’s what you want, then that’s what you’ll get.”

  My heart squeezed tight with his admission. I couldn’t believe what he was saying but I could feel it. A month ago, after that breakfast. I could feel it. Last night, with everything we did. I felt it. This morning. I felt it.

  “Okay, Warren.” I nodded my acceptance. “I’m giving it over to you.”

  The man dropped his fork and stood abruptly.

  “Say again,” he commanded.

  I nearly laughed but I knew he didn’t think it was funny. The man’s entire body was strung tight.

  “I said, I’m giving it over to you.” I smiled to lighten the mood.

  “Giving what over?” He was asking for clarification.

  “My decision. I’m trusting you to lead this, but if you hurt me, I will hurt you. And I’m not talking about a website.” I waved my fork in front of me in a threatening manner. It wasn’t really but the man got my drift.

  “Fuck, woman. Just made my whole year.” He semi-laughed.

  Epilogue

  Warren

  One Month Later

  Warren

  “Warren, this is too much. We may not be compatible as roommates.” Fatima was walking towards the bathroom as she often did when she wanted to stand her ground.

  I guess she figured if she was far away from me, then she could resist. I loved it because it meant, I got to chase her. I gave a noncommittal grunt and went after her.

  “Babe,” I stalked up to her as she leaned over her bathroom sink.

  Placing my hands on her hips and pressing them into my hard cock.

  “You’re moving in,” I said right before capturing her earlobe between my teeth and began to grind my hips into her ass.

  The moan that escaped her gave me the green light to pull those pajama pants off and fuck her hard against the white porcelain sink. With one leg up, she took my thick dick in her tight pussy, until she creamed all over. I pressed my dick into her puckered asshole and used my hold as leverage as I fucking plowed her. So, she’d know and any fucking body else in West Philly, she was mine and she was fucking moving in.