Mr. West (MISTER Book 2)

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by Xyla Turner


  He climbed out of bed, walked over to me and said, “Stop. No, Dakota. Stop. It’s okay. I’ll leave but calm down. Okay.”

  I nodded and tried to take deep breaths, but it was barely working as he was taking his gotdamn time. To take my mind off of his slow ass, I began to pick up the items that were originally on the dresser and arrange them in the right way. Moments later, he came behind me, kissed my neck and said, “Walk me out.”

  With pleasure.

  Moving towards the door, faster than normal, I opened it and smiled.

  “You’re something else,” he told me. “Make a note that you owe me for this.”

  I nodded and gave a nervous smile, “Yup. Just not now.”

  “See you tomorrow, Angel.” Mr. West moved into me and gave me a chaste kiss. “I loved today.”

  This made me give him a genuine smile, when I whispered, “Me too.”

  Then he disappeared downstairs and out the door. Literally, two minutes later, I saw Ella’s school bus pull up and I couldn’t help but sigh at the timing. This life was not for me. I needed upfront and honest.

  The next day, I did not look for Mr. West. I had other meetings and I booked more meetings, so I stayed busy. It was juvenile, but I felt awkward. I should have known, that wouldn’t go over well with the boss himself. By the end of the day, he met me at the door of my office space and said, “Avoiding me, huh?”

  “Yeah, awkward much,” I shrugged and threw him a sly smile.

  “You’re a fucking brat, you know that?” he laughed. “How are you feeling today?”

  “Fine.”

  “No, I mean, your body,” he clarified.

  “Oh, yeah.” I laughed as we walked to the self-care room for meditation. Nobody ever used it, but I guess I was looking for privacy with him.

  “It hurts to sit down, a sweet burn near my entrance, but nothing time and a bath won’t help.” I smiled as he cupped my ass once we were through the doors.

  He groaned as he pressed me against the wall next to the door.

  “Music to my ears,” his tongue rubbed against my lips. “You going to let me take care of that for you?”

  “What did you have in mind?” I felt naughty at his request. “We’re at work, Mr. West.”

  “Don’t remind me,” he kissed my lips. “Bend over and pull up that little dress of yours.”

  Fuck yes.

  With little to no fight, I did as he asked and all I could hear was the door lock, a tin of some sort pop open, and shuffling of clothes. No one could say that I was a rule follower, but I was scared of being labeled as the one that slept her way to the top or to get a deal. That shit would bother me, but I could not stop the pull and control this man had on me. It was unreal and I was a slave to it.

  To him.

  Soft lips hit my butt cheeks as he was literally kissing over both globes. It was soothing, then I felt him start to rub something thick, but soothing into each cheek.

  Damn, that felt good.

  His fingers spread over my ass as he rubbed the cream into my reddish ass. Then I felt a graze over my clit at the same time his soft lips kissed my right cheek. With light flicks and the massage, he was providing with his mouth, I stayed on the edge of combustion. This was his entire plan, I knew. To make me beg.

  Granted, I had the pride of the king of the jungle, but it was only a real lion that could remind me that I was indeed a lioness. Just as powerful, but more powerful by his side. This mostly explained my conceding to this man. He was the king of the jungle. Hell, he orchestrated the development of the jungle.

  Mr. West spread my ass and began to lick around my virgin hole. Feeling just as wanton as this event prescribed, I moved my ass higher, so he could have all the access he wanted. This gesture granted me a squeeze to my hip, as he continued to explore. When his lips hit my clit, I shuddered. There, he began to suck on it, while squeezing my ass.

  A small moan escaped me, as I temporarily forgot where I was. Moving my hips to match his ministrations had me chasing that high of cumming and doing it hard.

  It was when he slid his tongue from my slit to my ass, and squeezed my clit, which caused me to combust almost violently. With his head in my ass, while he pinched the bundle of nerves. I came hard.

  “Feel better?” Mr. West asked with that smooth voice of his.

  “Definitely.” I hummed, as I rose to my full height, but on shaky legs.

  I turned slowly because I knew the look on my face had to be one of daze and another that revealed too much. As unapologetic as I could sometimes be, it revealed too much for me to even process.

  Mr. West didn’t even care, because he did not wait for me to turn around, but the man chased my eyes.

  “No, I was talking about you, not your body,” he said as those piercing eyes focused on me.

  “Yeah,” I smiled. “I’m fine.”

  We stared at one another and during that moment, I saw that he was fully dressed.

  “What about you?” I asked, and directed my index finger up and down his body.

  “This wasn’t for me,” he admitted. “Yesterday I felt like a savage and wanted to make sure you were okay.”

  Damn.

  Fuck.

  And double shit.

  Why was he doing this to me? This was supposed to be a simple have sex and do your project too sort of agreement. I knew he basically said we were doing this “more” thing, but I didn’t plan to have feelings, attachments, or anything of the sort. He was being sweet and accommodating too. That is not what this was supposed to be. Like at all. But, for the life of me, I could not help but throw my arms around his neck and bite his bottom lip.

  Mr. West saw that as a full-on attack and responded in kind. He lifted me up, placed my ass half on the table, and the other leg dangling to the floor. With his large hands, he cupped my face, so he was able to get whatever angle he desired. There would be no complaints from me, besides now I was turned all the way on.

  When we finished, Mr. West with his hands still holding both sides of my neck, stood back. Then he let go and said, “You’re fucking me up, Angel.”

  It wasn’t a time to laugh or even gloat in that truth, because he was doing the same to me. There was nothing simple about any of this and it would only get worse.

  As if we both knew how fast things were going, we actually chilled for the next few days. Maybe it was in some way to make the heart grow fonder. Hell if I knew, but neither of us questioned the professional way we’d been towards each other. He texted me in the evening to make sure that I was alright, and we’d briefly exchange some words, but nothing heavy or remotely sexual.

  Ella was already home from school, since there was no aftercare that particular Friday. The music teacher called out, so I was glad for the flexibility of doing my own thing and setting my schedule. I preferred being in the office for meetings, but it was not mandated. My hours, were my hours, which I loved.

  Ella and I spent the evening, playing a board game where we ended on a tie. Then I let her watch an hour of her favorite television show and then it was off to bed. Those were the days that I enjoyed her age and hoped that if she kept up a regimented lifestyle, it would work for her when she became older. There should always be time for play, work, family and self. As I was still learning the lesson, I wanted to ensure she got it too.

  Mr. West: I’m an idiot

  Mr. West: That is all

  Me: Lol, okay Mr. Idiot

  Mr. West: Aren’t you going to ask me why

  Me: Nope, figured you’d share

  Mr. West: Fine. I was testing you and I failed.

  That was weird. He was testing me, and he failed. I didn’t even take the test and what the hell was he testing me about?

  Me: Mmkay

  Mr. West: You just not going to fucking ask, huh?

  Mr. West: Fine. I’ve been waiting for you to initiate

  Mr. West: I’m always the one to initiate with you and I wanted to see if this is something you want.
Was it lopsided? Did the power dynamic get in the way? Are you just going along with our sexual relationship, because I wanted it?

  Me: This is too much for text, can we talk?

  A part of me did not want that shit in writing, but my eyes were straining to read the small text.

  My phone rang almost immediately.

  “I’m an idiot,” he began.

  “Yes, you’ve established this, but why were you testing me and how did you fail?” I asked.

  “Just…” he sighed. “I wanted to see if you’d initiate with me. You know. I’ve been seeking you out, but since you didn’t reach out to me, I’ve been beating my cock, it feels like daily, and before you I was just fine. Maybe once a week or so…but after a taste of you, I’m losing my fucking mind. So, I’m an idiot. The test was for you, but now I’m suffering.”

  “It’s been intense, Mr. West,” I put it out there. “For both of us.”

  Silence met me over the line, even though I could hear him breathing.

  “Do you want this?” he asked me outright. “The sexual part. Well, it’s more than that, Dakota. I know you know that, but do you want a relationship?”

  That was the question of the fucking century and the man just put it all on me. It was the one I skirted around since this first time. Now, I should have known, he’d not let this go on for too long without addressing it with me. Not his demands, but the real shit, where we both agree. Period.

  “I typically don’t do things I don’t want to do,” I told him. “This is no different. Though, I won’t lie and say it’s not scary.”

  “I want to see you this weekend.” He said. “I know you have Ella and that’s probably a whole other piece we need to discuss. In full transparency, Angel. I’m not scared of kids.”

  “Yes, you’ve made that clear,” I laughed.

  He didn’t say anything else.

  “Mr. West, are you okay?” I finally asked him, because maybe the man was drunk and reflecting on his life.”

  “I love that you call me Mr. West, Dakota,” he gave a humorless laugh. “God, I do. However, call me Jonah, okay. I want to mean more to you than what I can provide.”

  Hmmm.

  It was my turn to not respond, as the logical side of me completely understood, but my heart and lady bits, loved the sentiment.

  “Ella and I are going to Chucky Cheese tomorrow at one for a birthday party in Brooklyn.” I finally spoke. “I haven’t introduced Ella to any man that I was romantically involved with. Well, I haven’t been in a relationship since Ella, so there was no one to show. I also know she’s a really smart kid, and I don’t want her to see men in and out of my life, including her father at this time. I don’t know what that will mean for the context of this conversation, but right now, I haven’t figured that part out yet.”

  This could very much be the end, because I did not plan on introducing Ella to her own trifling father. Forget my investor. Well, not like that.

  “Then I’ll wait,” Mr. West said simply.

  My heart contracted just a bit with his words. He was really determined to get under my skin. In the worst way. The permanent way. Sammy hadn’t even done that.

  “Now, what you could do,” I chimed in, to lighten the mood, “is tell me a story that’ll put me to sleep.”

  I could hear a rough chuckle on the line.

  “Angel, I can do you one better.” He began, “I can put your ass to sleep.”

  This had me laughing out loud, but not too loud as Ella was out.

  “It’s too far and late to come over,” I was trying to think of the ways that he could put me to sleep.

  “I’m already outside.”

  “What?” I exclaimed as I jumped up and saw a familiar body frame emerge from the back of an Uber Black truck.

  “Mr. West,” I gasped as he stood in between the cars parked in front of my three-story apartment brownstone and looked up right at me with his hands by his side.

  It was then I could hear the outside noises and again, my heart was doing that thing.

  “You going to let me up?” he said via his headphones. “I’d really like to put you to bed. I know just what will do it.”

  This snapped me out of my heart-felt trance, I put my phone down to go let him inside, so he wouldn’t have to ring the doorbell. We smiled at each other and quietly made our way to my apartment.

  11

  Jonah West

  Dakota greeted me in some small shorts, tight t-shirt and her untamed hair in a bandana. It was a wild shot to come over here, but since I was an idiot, I simply hopped in the Uber after jerking off for the third time that day in the shower. She didn’t cover up who she was, apologize for looking disheveled or anything. She just gave me that look, which pierced my heart every fucking time and a smile that melted away all the pain. I was a true idiot.

  We had only had sex once, I made her cum a bunch and even before all of that, I felt myself falling for her. I felt out of control. I liked control, but with her, it had me hopping in Ubers at nine o’clock at night to go to Bed Stuy.

  It was gentrified, but not quite on her block. Some blocks were tamed shrubs, dog wastebaskets every fifty feet, and clean streets free of clutter. Other blocks, including Dakota’s, didn’t quite have those features. There were guys asking for money at the train stop, at the bottom of the stairs on the platform and even posted up outside of the bodegas. Trash was still an issue; lying in the street, on the sidewalk and animal dropping were like sorting through a minefield. The housing looked very different, as well with boarded-up homes on some sides, bottles lying in front of the buildings and people sleeping on the landings. They probably weren’t tenants. Dakota’s wasn’t that bad, as her apartment building was one of the few exceptions on the block. It was clean, nice and it was clear, the owner took care of it on the outside too.

  Once she locked us inside of the apartment, I pulled her into me for a kiss, it was something I’d been longing to do for a long time, but I was an idiot.

  “You look beautiful,” I finally greeted her by pulling away.

  “You look dressed down,” she chuckled at my workout attire.

  I held out my hand towards her and asked, “Let’s get you to bed.”

  She latched on to my hand and I led her into the room, while being very quiet.

  “Remind me again, is your bed squeaky or not?” I asked.

  “On the left side it is. Not the right,”

  We both chuckled, but I led her to the right to sit down. Then I knelt before her and began to pull off her clothes.

  “What time does Ella get up?” I asked, while looking at her bountiful breast bounce after getting caught in her t-shirt.

  Damn. Grabbing one of them with my hand, I squeezed and bit the nipple.

  “Fuck,” Dakota hissed before moaning.

  “What time?” I tried to refocus her.

  “Um,” she was distracted by my tongue licking around her dark nipple which was becoming a hard peak. “Around six.”

  “So, I need to be out of here by five or so?” I asked before latching on to the other nipple.

  She was so soft and warm. Just my type and I had no idea. I almost laughed at her first official words to me. The very public and official, “Fuck you.”

  She had meant that with everything in her. Shit, I knew she’d be a force to reckon with, but to see her not fulfilling that dream was fucked. Something had to be done, so I stepped up.

  “Angel, you’re a moaner, so grab that pillow and put it over your mouth when it gets good,” I told her. “Stand for me, so we can remove my new favorite shorts.”

  She chuckled and slowly stood while shimming out of the garment. This little display caused me to groan and eye my prize. That sweet, delectable, warm, and so very wet pussy of hers. She sat back down, and I immediately opened her legs and began my feast. Hefting her ass to the edge of the bed, I latched on to her clit and sucked and flicked until that right leg of hers began to shake and the muffled moans
of hers reached my ears. After the third climax, I stood, tore off my clothes and spun her around, so she was in bed vertically and climbed on top.

  “I swear all I want is your ass bouncing on my cock, right now, but I can’t guarantee, I won’t be the one screaming and waking up Ella.”

  Dakota thought that was fucking hilarious, as she covered her mouth with the pillow as I watched her shoulders jerk up and down. I was dead fucking serious.

  Lifting one of her thighs, I began to rub my cock against her warm, moist heat. Those hazel eyes refused to leave me, as she laid open and patiently waiting for me to make her feel good.

  “Jonah,” she whispered. “I want this too.”

  My eyes closed as I took in her words, then I nodded, pushed into what would be mine in every way, shape and form. Her small gasp was life, but me pushing in and out of her, as she met each stroke, was next in line. We spent the entire time, with our faces inches apart, staring in each other’s eyes as I slowly fucked her to sleep. I came, but I remained on top of her as she drifted off. That wasn’t fucking, but it was way too early to call it anything else.

  I wasn’t far behind Dakota with passing out, but I set the alarm on my phone for five and then I left. She was still asleep, and I didn’t want to wake her, but I did leave her a note.

  During my morning work, my mind drifted back to the night before with Dakota. I was seriously fucked. Who the hell thinks about crashing a kid’s party just to get a glimpse of the sweetness that is all of Dakota Bowers? It was as if a spell was over me and all arrows were pointing to her.

  After convincing myself that I should not take my ass to Chucky Cheese, I made an executive decision to get around some friends. After sending texts to the guys, they all agreed to meet up for lunch, which was different, since we usually had drinks. I guess my text was a bit frantic.

  Me: Man down. Need fucking help with my new woman.

  Noah: Woman or women? Lunch? Today…

  Cano: Bout fucking time. Lunch…Bitches.

  Me: Lunch at the Sauter’s Club.

  Later that morning, I received a text from the woman that had taken over my mind and body.

 

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