Chapter 8
After popping them mutha fuckas, my adrenaline was high, but my nerves weren’t shot, so I decided to go on about my day.
I pulled out my phone and texted Cookie that I was on my way, and she sent back a simple thumbs-up emoji.
Cookie has been requesting that I pull up all day long, but I kept getting caught up until now, when I could finally give her my time.
I pulled up to the East Tower Tops, a luxury high-rise sitting right on the edge of the Las Vegas Strip, glass windows catching the desert sun like diamonds.
I didn’t have to say a word when I stepped out.
I handed the valet my keys, and he nodded like he already knew the routine.
No payment. No questions, because I’d been here plenty of times before for Cookie.
I rode the elevator up to the penthouse. The doors slid open, and before I even stepped inside, I smelled her vanilla scent flowing thick and sweet in the air.
“It took you long enough,” Cookie spoke once I walked further into her spot. She stood in the middle of the marble foyer, arms crossed, silk robe hugging her curves.
“Don’t say that like I left you hanging for days, baby girl.” I started towards her.
“Proctor, I expected you to be here as soon as you handled everything with your son.”
“And it took a minute, because I wasn’t leaving him until I knew he was straight. Hawk comes before money or anybody else, and you should know that by now.”
“Yeah, unfortunately, I do. You have turned down a lot of money in the past to cater to your son’s needs.”
I finally stepped in enough to close the distance between us, and then she reached up on her tiptoes to kiss me on my lips.
“I miss you so much, Big Proc.”
She wrapped her arms around my waist, squeezing tight, pressing herself against me.
“I’m sure you did, but I bet you’ve been getting fed by some other bum ass nigga though, haven’t you?”
I kissed her on her lips again, and she loved it when I leaned down and did that shit.
“You know I haven’t slept with anyone. Well, besides that big black dildo in my drawer that I named after you,” she said with a smirk.
“Good. Don’t forget, that’s my cookie. I do what I do to you because your body belongs to me.”
She tilted her head.
“So are the rates for the Python still the same?”
“Is water still wet?”
“Yes, water is wet.”
She rolled her eyes.
“I was just wondering if it went up or down since you spent some time in jail. I mean, I don’t know if you lost your stroke without fucking for a while.”
I let out a low, deep laugh because she thought I hadn’t had sex since being in jail. Those C.O.’s were giving me pussy like it was a part of their jobs. I would say it’s only been about a month or so since I last fucked, and that’s simply because I didn’t want to. I had a lot on my mind.
“You should know that no matter how long I’m gone, I’ll never lose my fuckin stroke. I don’t care if I die and come back, I’ll always slide past your guts and enter your soul as I massage that clit just right.”
“That’s why you are my favorite big daddy. So, we're still looking at fifteen grand if I cream, and twenty if I squirt?”
“Let’s do fifteen if you squirt, ten if you cream. I’m feeling generous today. Plus, I need you just like you need me.”
“That’s my boy,” she giggled, rubbing her hands against my zipper.
I scooped her up from the ground, carrying her toward what we called her dungeon room. It wasn’t technically a dungeon, but a spare bedroom in her secret condo off the strip. But when you walked in, it felt like another world from the rest of her space.
Dim lighting from red bulbs casts shadows along the walls.
Chains were hanging from the hooks, and leather cuffs were everywhere, with a pole in the dead center of the room.
I helped her put this room together, kink by kink, as we figured out what it needed.
Pleasure was one of my side businesses, and I was better at making women scream than I was securing shit.
I make plenty of money on the side just by supplying niggas to rich white women and myself to Cookie.
Cookie, however, isn’t white, and was light skinned and could pass for Victoria Monet in a lookalike contest. Cookie got her riches from marrying a white man who is on his deathbed at University Medical right now.
He was practically already dead, but because his family were on the board of the hospital, they probably would never unplug him to keep Cookie from inheriting all his money.
She was his wife and beneficiary, but his kids were still over his power of attorney.
So, he just laid there breathing through machines while I fucked his bitch and drained his fortune nut by nut.
I met Cookie years ago when I was working security at a club called Entice.
Entice wasn’t just a club; it was a playground for the wealthy and bored.
Dim lights, velvet ropes, and music thumping through the floor.
There was champagne popping every few seconds to keep the party flowing, and the back rooms were where the real party happened.
Married couples swapping with masks, lingerie, and with wedding rings still on.
I remember Cookie came in with her husband before he had the stroke, that sent his health into a downward spiral.
That night, she stood in the corner watching him have his fun with a couple of Latina women while her back was against the wall.
She wore a red dress that hugged her body, turning down every man who approached her.
Cookie wasn’t old. Late thirties. Thick in all the right places.
She was easily the most attractive woman in the room.
I approached her because I could tell she would rather be anywhere else.
“Why are you not playing on the playground?”
She raised a brow. Usually, security wasn’t supposed to talk to guests like that.
We were just there to make sure nothing went wrong because jealousy and arguments weren’t allowed in this spot.
Oftentimes, couples would come here, thinking they are ready for this lifestyle, then find out it’s not for them, having to see their significant others getting fucked in their face.
Personally, I couldn’t do it. I would probably knock a nigga out as soon as he touched my bitch and ended the whole freak fest before it could really get started.
“I don’t know, I guess I’m just not interested in anybody in here.” She replied, sipping her drink.
“Oh, you not? Nobody?”
I looked around the room filled with people of different ethnicities and ages.
“What kind of men are you looking for? I mean, you should be able to pick someone. These men in here got money, passed the clinical test, and I’m sure they will be more than happy to have your fine ass. No offense.”
She leaned closer, with a proud smile spreading across her face.
“That may all be true, but no one is packing anything worthwhile. If I’m going to be stepping out and doing this with Rick, then I’d at least like to be satisfied in ways he can’t.”
That’s when I realized she wasn’t only bored here. She was bored at home, too, and that was a whole different level of hunger she brought with her.
“Well, what are you looking for? I mean, what’s missing?”
She took another slow sip of her drink, eyes dragging up and down my body like she already knew exactly what I was working with.
Women often knew just from my stature alone that I have a big dick.
My height and my size fifteen shoe told that story.
Some are, however, still shocked once they see how far my reach goes.
“I want something that’s going to touch my soul,” she said softly, and the way she looked at me told me she wasn’t just talking about emotion.
“You know, I bet you have exactly what I’m looking for. What is your name?” she asked.
“Proctor, but I’m not part of this freak fest y’all got going on.”
She smirked. “I know you’re not a part of it here, but maybe you can be sometime later. How do I get in contact with you?”
I leaned in just enough for her to feel my presence without touching her. “You’ll find me if you really want that action. But just know I don’t take it easy, and I’m not a minute man. I fuck for hours at a time, and I like to treat sex like an all you can eat buffet. Could you handle that?”
I remember her eyes darkened, and she touched her chest, biting her lip as I walked away. I wasn’t sure back then if I would ever see Cookie again, but safe to say, a couple of years later and plenty of money spent, she found me.
Our agreement stayed between us, just like my other side ventures. My son likes to call me a YN sometimes but if he knew what I really been doing all these years after meeting Cookie, he’d call me a gigolo, too.
I placed Cookie down on the floor and untied the leopard-print robe she had on.
Of course, she had nothing underneath but surgical upgrades, with her breasts sitting high and round, hips sculpted just right.
Though everything looked perfect, I can admit, it didn’t feel as soft and as real as the real thing.
Bodies like Ari’s melted in your hand because God created that shit, and there is no surgeon that can mimic what God created like Ari’s body.
I hate that I even experienced her ass because here I am appreciating Cookie’s frame a little less.
I grabbed Cookie’s wrists and crossed them above her head.
“You know the fucking drill. The more you move, the harder this gets for you.”
I breathed against her neck, letting my voice drag across her skin.
“Mmhmm.”
I took off my shirt, standing behind her, and she looked over her shoulder and bit her bottom lip. I’d gained a little weight on top of my muscle, but the muscle was still there. Nothing a few trips to the gym couldn’t fix. I wasn’t worried about how I looked.
It was about how I performed.
Cookie might’ve been my boss in our business deal but in this room, I was her boss, and I handled her like she worked for me. I turned my pleasure into hers, and I don’t think anyone in this world has had me in the way Cookie has. No one except for Ari. She matched my freak just as Cookie did.
“Turn around. Face that pole.”
I grabbed the thick chain from the ground and secured her cuffs around the pole with her arms up, back arched, legs slightly spread.
Tonight, instead of grabbing the paddles and whips, I decided I would be all hands on today, so I smacked her ass, and the sound echoed off the walls.
She whimpered, and I smacked the other cheek just because she was told to be quiet for the moment.
Cookie loved it when I hit her, but I knew she loved it when I put my face between her thighs and took my time tasting that pussy, so I went down to my knees behind her.
I wasn’t above eating anything on Cookie as long as she was clean.
When it was time to get nasty, I got nasty.
That’s how I built my side riches in the first place.
After licking and devouring her pussy, I stood to my feet and adjusted myself, letting my presence speak before I did.
“Aight,” I said low. “Bend over. Grab your ankles, and don’t let go.”
Tonight wasn’t about toys. It wasn’t about props. It wasn’t about performance.
It was my first night out, and I couldn’t get the woman I wanted, so I was going to take control of the one who wanted me. It was the middle of the day, and I was about to fuck her like it was midnight. After all, in the dudgeon it’s always midnight.
I shoved my dick into her walls, and she screamed my name, getting smacked on the ass hard as shit because she knew the rules. There was no screaming until I told her ass to, and I don’t care how much dick I was throwing her.
Her ass better just catch it and shut the fuck up.