Chapter 11 #3
“I know… I know…I know, but things changed, Josie. What more do you want from me? I said I support you. He agreed to Mama coming back so you could finish strong this season and I said I would only need you when you’re available to kiss ass and make a poor man like me look good.
But I’ma need you to be the wife you agreed to be when we got married. Do you remember your vows?”
I did, especially since we said them to each other on every anniversary since.
“Quincey, I promise to be a devoted wife to you, to be at your side, through the good and the bad and whenever you may need me. To honor and carry your name with pride and love. To let you lead while I humbly submit. I trust you with my heart, my body, and my soul. From now until the end.”
“Til the end. This is me leading and you trusting me. I need you, Josie.”
There was a pregnant pause while I washed my face, looking at myself in the mirror long and hard, wondering how my own words were coming back to haunt me.
This was never the life I wanted.
I loved my husband, but lately Quincey had been making it hard for me to remember that, especially when him and his fucking daddy got to play master of how my love flowed between us.
I rinsed my face, then started on my teeth.
I heard the shower start. I looked up to see Quincey using the back of his hand to test the hot water.
I spit out the toothpaste in my mouth so I could speak.
“I get to pick my building and who works for me, Q. The warden nor you will have no say in my baby, my business nor the one I will push out. And if you ever use my words meant for love against me again, I will say fuck all this shit and leave you, Quincey. Oh, and I’m going to the club this weekend.
” Besides having Mama Steph back, the only relief I saw was being back with Courtland. Mentally, I was counting down the days.
Quincey chuckled while I went back to brushing. I felt him on my back, so there was no need to wonder how close he had gotten since I put my head back down.
“No you won’t. You can never leave. I love you too much, Josie, to ever let that happen. I’ll book a room for this weekend. Now, hurry down. Mama and your coach will be here soon and I don’t want you practicing on an empty stomach, babe.” He kissed the top of my head, then left the bathroom.
I glanced at Quincey as we pulled up to Seventh Heaven. Yes, we had come to the club together on many occasions, but lately it had been just me. So when he called me downstairs this evening because the car was ready, I wasn’t expecting him to tag along with me.
Since I had made arrangements with Courtland, my stomach was in knots.
Yes, playing at the club was within the rules, but this time felt different like I was cheating for real or something.
I didn’t know, I couldn’t explain it with words.
Probably because you already let this man make you cum off the island—multiple times.
And would do it again if given the space and opportunity.
Hell yeah, and that’s the problem.
And maybe it was, but my thoughts on how open my marriage would be were slowly changing with me expanding the boundaries when it came to Courtland.
It was like I’d been captive all my life and even a sample of the way he could make my body feel had me pulling against the restraints more.
It was pure lust and I loved it.
“Josie, did you hear me?” I shook my head.
“I said don’t forget to turn in your updated health papers. And if you need me, I’ll be upstairs for the better part of the weekend. Be safe and have fun and I love you.” He kissed my lips lightly before he got out to open my door, greeting the valet.
“I love you too.” I waited for him to retrieve both of our suitcases, rolling them to the front desk so we could check in.
Then, like clockwork, Quincey and I became strangers the minute he passed me the key to the suite with us going our separate ways.
It was their annual pajama party, so I headed to the suite first, changing into my sexy lingerie. After that I made my way back downstairs to wait at the bar for Courtland. My goal was to be the first and last thing he saw during his trip to the club this weekend.
I blew out a nervous breath as I ordered my drink. I kept it light, only getting a glass of wine. It was enough to settle my nerves but not have me feeling it before he made it.
I grabbed my glass, taking a sip, with my hand shaking the whole way to my mouth.
“Johnni, relax. It’s not like he’s a stranger; he’s your man.”
This was the first time since my introduction to coming to Seventh Heaven that I could remember feeling the slightest bit of anxiety. I had never had my boyfriend here at the same time as my husband.
Johnni, you’ve never had a boyfriend beyond Quincey.
Another insane thought that had me gnawing on my bottom lip.
“Yeah, relax Queen Lourdè; it’s just your man.
” His cool breath tickled the nape of my neck as his spicy woody scent took over my senses.
He crowded me, placing both arms around me, kissing my bare shoulder gently, making me gasp.
I held in the breath, as if I were waiting for permission to release it.
Courtland flagged down the bartender, then leaned into me, invading my space more.
“Lou, you gotta breathe, baby.” His big hand now rubbed my chest as if that was all I needed to help me do the thing that came naturally.
“There you go, Queen Lourdè.” This time when he addressed me, I could focus enough to know Courtland was leaving out Johnni from the title and had slipped that simple term of endearment in there.
“All these new names. Now I’m Queen Lourdè, huh?”
He chuckled as the bartender finally made it over to get his order of Cognac.
“Yup, that crown you earned changed your title. You’re Queen Johnni Lourdè and I’m just your Chief, here to serve you.”
He spun me around just as he downed his drink, getting me drunk off his heavy gaze on me.
“Are you ready to play, baby?” I nodded, with Courtland laying two bills on the bar top, tipping the bartender.
He held out his hand and I placed mine into his, fitting perfectly, letting him lead me to the elevators.
It had been a while since we had been here and I had to admit it felt weird being back with my man, like my real one.
“Oh, before we get too far, I’m not alone this weekend, just in case you see him around here.
” The words came out in a low whisper as we got on the elevator.
Courtland selected our destination for the night.
Never had I ever told someone that my husband was here, but with Courtland, I knew it was needed.
I promised him no drama and I meant it. I would give him a heads up whenever it was necessary.
I watched his face hold a stoic expression as he hit the second floor.
“Baby, I don’t give a fuck where that nigga at, on this island or this club, you’re my damn woman not his.
That muthafucka can come watch me fuck the shit outta his wife for all I care.
Don’t bring him up again when you're on my time.” Courtland’s tone was full of aggression that had my pussy throbbing intensely as we got off on the second floor, the perfect floor to make his threat real.
“Yes, Chief.” He chuckled again.
“You talking about nicknames, but I see you love using that Chief title.”
I nodded.
“Trust me, whatever you call me sounds good as hell, but I will admit Chief got me sounding like the man next to you on your throne, your highness, and that shit is turning me on. But not as much as the idea of you giving me a personal dance on the pole.” I turned, fully understanding now that a stripper pole was behind me.
I playfully rolled my eyes as my head shook.
“Of course you want me up there. I thought you were here to serve me?” I asked, now slowly backing up while holding his attention on me.
Oh I was for sure going to do it. I’d had this fantasy in my head since our eyes connected at the pageant during my performance.
His burning gaze told me he was like me, turned the fuck on.
I went up on the mini stage where the pole stood, waiting for me. I listened for the sultry music flowing through the room, catching the beat.
I wasn’t a professional at all, and had never done this part without my silks, but I was confident enough to at least do a little something. I swung my body around, hooking my leg next, so I could climb up.
“Trust me, this is me serving you while you entertain me.” As I spun back to the front, I noticed his dick was out, and it was already hard as he began to stroke, making it bigger.
Oh fuck, Johnni. He’s going to ruin the walls of your pussy.
“Is that for me?” I asked, still dancing on the pole but taking off the top half of my lingerie, letting my titties free.
Courtland’s presence distracted me so much that it wasn’t until now that I caught the eyes of others on me.
I had never put on such a display on this floor before, but right now, dancing for him had me putting on a good ass show.
“All for you, Queen Lourdè, if you think you can handle him. Something tells me that pretty pussy isn’t ready for all of me though, but I’ma stuff him in nice and slow before I go deep.
You like to run from me sometimes.” I moaned as I dropped, doing the infamous squat pose with my pussy on display in his face as I slid my thong to the side.
When Courtland sat up, I lay back, now putting my legs up, spreading them wide, giving him the space and opportunity to serve himself.
“And I know she’s all for me though. My name is right there.”
He leaned up, licking her first before he yanked me to the edge of the stage and slowly entered me without a warning which had me gasping, holding my breath again. This time, it was Courtland’s mouth on mine that had me remembering to breathe on my own as he pumped in and out of me.
“I knew I was gon’ be fucked up behind your ass, Lou, but gotdamn, you feel—mmm…
shit. I know you want that freaky deaky shit, and I promise I’ma give it to you.
Let me have you this way first,” he grunted in my ear, sounding so fucking sexy while I whimpered in his.
Courtland couldn’t have been any further past the tip of his mushroom, but I already knew he was about to overflow my pussy with both his dick and my juices.
“However you want me, I’m yours.”
I was so into the way my body was exploding all over from the sensations he gave me that I had forgotten about the room full of people until I heard a woman’s voice in my other ear. She cheered me on while Courtland kept his promise, pushing more inches of his fat dick deeper inside me.
“Ooh Chief, wait a minute—uht uht.” Instinctively my hands moved but Courtland was on me quick, catching them in one hand, putting them above my head.
“I wish the fuck you would piss me off right now, baby. You can take me.” I shook my head as my whimpers grew.
He knew he was too deep and didn’t care that I was losing control. My right leg began to quake, which had Courtland planting kisses down it before he pushed both legs back where my hands were.
“Agh, baby, wait, I’m not that flexible,” I whined, but he shut me up with his mouth on mine. Like our tongues were magnetic, they found each other, swapping my spit with his while he folded me up like origami.
My eyes rolled as I felt my first orgasm.
“Ooh, Chief, I’m right there…I’m there…babyyyy,” I cried since I was unable to do anything else as my body spasmed, completely surrendering my control to Courtland, who was slowly becoming the owner of not just my body, but my heart.
“Me too, baby girl. Agh!” Courtland’s dick began to twitch inside me before he snatched himself out.
I moved quick to put my legs down, laying on my elbows, waiting for him to spray his warm cum on me.
Courtland smirked as he aimed for my chest. I reached down to get a sample of the warm goodness, closing my eyes the moment his sweet-salty flavor hit my taste buds. He tasted so good that I moaned.
“Good girl, take care of my babies.”
His words had me pushing my left titty up, tracing my nipple where some of his cum landed, sucking it, then biting gently as I pulled it out of my mouth.
“Gotdamn, do that shit again, Lou.” I did as I watched him and a couple people focused on me. A couple of the guys solo played while one girl dropped to her knees and took one guy into her mouth.
Knowing that I was turning someone else on besides Courtland had me putting my hand on my clit.
“Uht uht, let me do that, Queen Lourdè.” His voice came out rougher than usual as he squatted in front of me, ripping my thong off and placing kisses on my mound before using his tongue to open my lips wider for him.
“Ooh, baby,” I moaned the second his lips attached on my swollen clit, drawing my juices out of me.
“C’mon Lou, give these folks a water show. This pretty, wet muthafucka can do it. Flow for me, baby.” Courtland’s sultry voice came out between slurping noises as he inserted two fingers inside me, hitting that spot back-to-back.
“Chiefff! I swear I love you, baby,” I cried as my body gave him whatever he was looking for as he pushed down on my pelvis. I went numb. I released everything I had in me. I closed my eyes as I lay there breathlessly with a smile on my face.
Did I just tell him I love him?