SAINT BAPTISTE 2: the soul ties series

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“Who is she?” Lee asked.

Who she was wasn’t as important as what she was. A problem.

Big bro told me I would come across one of those. One like her. A problem that wouldn’t be easy to get rid of. She was that. Except, I hadn’t tried to get rid of her. I didn’t want to. Naoki was my person. She was a problem… she was a fuckin’ headache. But she was my person, and I didn’t want to be without her. And despite the crazy shit she’s been on, she didn’t want to be without me either. She did a damn good job pretending, though. Blocked me… begged me to leave her house… disrespected me… told me she hated me. Just for us to end up here. Just for her to call me with her eyes.

“Add the drinks to my tab,” I told Lee, my eyes steady locked on Naoki’s. “Your tip too.”

“How much?”

“Whatever you want, Lee,” I nonchalantly told her as I got up from the barstool.

With my eyes steady fixed on Naoki’s, I made my way through the crowded club. It was Friday night—one of Pandora’s busiest nights but getting across the dimly illuminated club came with ease. Crowds parted for me like the red sea because they were supposed to.

The closer I got to Naoki, the softer her eyes became. For me, it was different. My eyes didn’t soften; they shifted away from her to the beautiful blond bitch standing behind her. I wasn’t prepared to throw the towel in. The entire ride in, I thought of the messages she sent and the shit she said to me. I’ve never, in all of my years dealing with women, accepted that level of disrespect from any of them. And I wasn’t going to start now just because, for the first time in my life, I felt something for one.

I walked right by Naoki. She was never my target. Shorty with the blond, short hair was. Saw her in my peripheral the minute I put my eyes on Naoki over at the bar. I only kept my eyes on Naoki to see that fa?ade fall off. I wasn’t saving her. For what?. Did she expect me to save her? From a situation she put herself in? Why would I do that?

When I brushed by her, I felt her eyes follow me. However, I didn’t turn to meet them. I gave her my back and the short, thick, dark-skinned bitch in the fishnet dress, the eye contact and attention Naoki wanted.

“Took you long enough,” she sultrily said as she looked up at me, immediately placing her hands on my belt buckle.

I grabbed her by the wrists, stopping her. “Long enough for what?”

“To come over here,” she sultrily mumbled, steady trying to undo my belt.

I tightened my grip on her wrists and wrapped the other around her neck. “Relax.”

With furrowed brows, and her top teeth clamped down over her bottom lip, Blondie nodded and finally stopped tussling with my belt buckle.

This was precisely why I didn’t fuck around on the main floor. There weren’t any rules. No rules meant the women were dick-hungry sluts who didn’t like to listen. And the niggas didn’t give a fuck because they found that unruly shit sexy. Me? I didn’t. I wanted to take my time. Tonight, especially. Because I could still feel Naoki’s eyes on me, and I wanted her to witness every minute I spent with a woman that wasn’t her.

Did I really want to fuck with this bitch? Hell naw. Would I enjoy it? Probably not. This wasn’t about me. This was about Naoki. This was about teaching her a lesson. The only reason my dick was hard was because she’d brushed up against me, and her scent was still heavy in the air. Without it, my dick wouldn’t’ve even moved without first having to put her face on this bitch despite how bad she was. I only had an appetite for one. Even now, in the middle of hating her ass.

With my hand firmly wrapped around Blondie’s throat, I lowered her to the floor. I wanted her on her knees. She began to rush, and I tightened my grip. Locking eyes with her, I said, “Relax. I won’t tell you again.”

Again, she nodded. Underneath my hand, I felt her throat move up and down with a swallow. Behind me, I could still feel Naoki’s eyes on me. Good. They were right where I wanted them. A few years ago, she asked me about what I did at Pandora’s. Asked me if I fucked them the same way I fucked her.

I didn’t.

I fucked her better.

But tonight, she wouldn’t be able to see that. I wanted her to think I gave them the same thing I gave her because I didn’t give a fuck. She walked in here with a smile on her face. Entertaining niggas with smiles and false promises of pussy that belonged to me. Well, I wanted to do a bit of entertaining too.

Once Shorty was kneeling, I let her undo my belt buckle. She started to rush, but as if a lightbulb went off in her head, she slowed down. Naoki waited years to get inside Pandora’s, and I wanted every moment of torture spent here savored. Was it evil? Fucked up? Narcissistic? Probably. I didn’t give a fuck about what it was. It was happening.

I gripped Blondie by the chin and tilted her head back. I wanted her eyes on mine. There was so much desire in her stare. She wanted me damn near as bad as I wanted Naoki to feel me. Once Blondie got my belt undone, she slowly slid my pants down. I tightened my grip on her chin and pulled her toward me, closer to my dick, where she rubbed her face. I clenched my jaw when she moaned against my dick. Her lips rubbed against the thin fabric of my boxer briefs as she mumbled something under her breath.

The old Tank track bouncing off the matte black walls wasn’t too loud to muffle out regular leveled conversation, but because she was on her knees, talking against my dick, I couldn’t hear her. When she closed her eyes, I turned my head to find Naoki’s eyes on mine. As expected, there was a familiar fire sitting behind them. However, there was something there that I hadn’t seen before. Sadness. Her eyes were wet with tears. Since meeting her, Naoki had only shown me strength. The only times I’d seen her weakened was when she slept. Witnessing her vulnerability at the moment almost forced me to pull Blondie from her knees. Almost made me rethink the decision to punish her.

Just… Almost.

But then, almost as quick as I was tempted to give a fuck, I didn’t.

There was no room for feelings here, especially not after the shit she said to me earlier. So, I looked away. Put my eyes on the blond hair that made Blondie the perfect pick. It didn’t take long for people to put their eyes on us. Blondie pulled my dick out of my pants and wrapped her full lips around it, she moaned, and her brown eyes rolled to the back of her head. I tightened my lips and pushed my hips forward.

She went to wrap her hands around my dick, and I slapped them away. “Mm, mm. No hands. Open yo’ muthafuckin’ mouth.” I slapped her on her cheek and pushed my dick so far down her throat that my balls touched her bottom lip. “Mmhmm. You better not gag, either.”

She opened her mouth wider and twirled her thick, wet tongue around it. Looking up, I noticed that a crowd had started to grow. When the short dress lifted over Blondie’s phat ass, she put her hands between her legs.

“Did I tell you, you could touch yourself?”

Her eyes widened, and the furrow in her arched brows deepened. She was feigning.

“Please, Daddy?—”

I slapped her on the cheek. “Don’t call me that shit.”

She moaned and nodded before increasing her tempo. She went from making love to my dick with her mouth to fucking it. She choked on it, and I let her. Grabbed the back of her head and fucked her face. With a scowl, I kept feeding Blondie dick, fucking the red lipstick off her lips, the same way I wanted to fuck the pink from Naoki’s.

Thoughts of her flooded my mind as I continued to viciously fuck Blondie’s face. Thought about fucking her mouth the same way. It would be in the form of punishment, rougher… so hard that my balls would knock against her chin. But Naoki wasn’t built for that type of punishment. I couldn’t punish her the same way I could punish the average bitch. Suffocating her with my dick would probably excite her so much, she’d continue to test me. And I couldn’t have that. I wouldn’t. This was the only way to handle her. I was obsessed with her ass. It was clear as day. She made me feel in ways no woman ever had. The emotions she pulled out of me… the anger… she drove me crazy. My dick was hard as fuck, down another woman’s throat, and my mind was on her. The bitch on her knees didn’t even exist, for real. She was just there to serve a purpose. Not to please me—she couldn’t do that. I couldn’t enjoy her. Not without thinking of Naoki, I couldn’t.

With my bottom lip pinched between my teeth, I closed my eyes and tilted my head back to the ceiling, and inhaled, searching for that specific scent of Tom Ford, Lost Cherry. It was there… however, faint. Too faint for her to be behind me. Off rip, I was on high alert. Opening my eyes, I looked down at Blondie, pushed her off my dick, and pulled my pants up.

“Damn! What’s wrong? I didn’t?—”

I turned and walked off before she could finish her question. With furrowed brows, I looked around the club, scanning the room for Naoki. Gripping the top of my pants, I zipped and buttoned them before fastening my belt. Reaching behind me, I checked to make sure my blick was still tucked safely in the holster. As I moved through the crowd around us, my heart began to race at the thought of her actually doing the wild shit she threatened to do. I wouldn’t be able to handle it. Baptiste men were known for keeping a cool head—me especially. I was the ‘friendly’ one. The one who was widely known in the community, I owned a nightclub, treated people with respect, shook hands, did the whole nice guy thing… shit like that. I wasn’t known for spazzing.

But.

If I caught this bi—if I caught Naoki on her knees, with another niggas dick in her mouth, I was liable to flip. Would it be my fault for bringing her here? Of course. I took shit too far. I let her get up under my skin. She forced my hand. I was taught never to let anybody do that. But… I slipped. Slipping? We were beyond that shit. I was past the point of catching myself. Would the body I caught behind the mistake I made be my fault, though? Of course not. It would be hers… for playing with me when she knew, I never played where pussy was concerned. Her pussy, more specifically.

When I finally made it through the crowd, I continued to scan the club. It didn’t take me but about a minute, but I found her. And she wasn’t alone. She was upstairs, on the second floor, heading to a VIP suite with three other niggas. The walls of the hallways leading to the VIP suites on every floor were floor-to-ceiling windows overlooking the entire place. When I looked up, she was already gazing down at me. I couldn’t see her eyes from where I was, heading straight for the elevator, but I wanted to believe they were calling me again. The feeling sitting in the pit of my stomach was unsettling as fuck. Especially when one of the niggas grabbed her by the waist, pulled her closer, and she looked away from me with a smile.

She said she hated me. Said she’d give her pussy to another nigga. Threatened to suck another niggas dick and… I brought her to Pandora’s, where there was plenty of opportunity to do it. I thought all the shit she was talking was to get a reaction out of me. I was certain the minute I pulled that shit with the blond-haired bitch, she’d trip and push her off my dick. I thought wrong. I thought I knew Naoki, but I didn’t know her at all. And apparently, she didn’t know me either.

Once the elevator doors opened, I stepped on, pushed the number two button, and rested against the glass wall of the elevator with my hands stuffed into my pockets, prepared to catch three bodies and deal with the consequences later.