Chapter 20 Baye #2
“Basil, do not play with me,” she stated, face fixed into a frown.
“Why? I thought you liked playing games.”
“You need a minute, baby?” Cinnamon asked.
“Nah, keep dancing.”
“Are you being serious right now?” Alicia asked.
“Why you here? Ain’t you supposed to be somewhere putting on for your deadbeat-ass ex?”
“I invited her. I didn’t know you had an issue of this magnitude with her,” Sheena said.
“Maybe you should have asked, sis,” I countered. “I don’t know why she came here anyway. Shorty don’t fuck with me like that.”
“Okay, so, um, I’m going to get a drink—” Rae started, but Alicia cut her off.
“No, you’re not. We’re leaving.”
“Cousin, I love you, but I did not get dressed up to come here for two minutes and leave. Y’all need to sort out whatever is going on between y’all. Um, you,” Rae said, pointing to Cinnamon. “Read the fucking room. Bye.”
Cinnamon hesitated for a minute, but she stood when she saw Raeley taking off her earrings. Cinnamon looked back at me. “Come find me whenever you’re done.” She gave me a light smile, then scurried off.
“I like you,” Sheena said, tittering.
“You can stay then. I’m leaving.” Alicia looked back at me. “You’re fired.”
I laughed. “Oh, now I’m fired because I’m letting you do you while I do me? Ain’t that what you wanted? Boundaries? Time? That boss/employee title?”
“Don’t even go there. I’ve been trying to talk to you, Basil. But you want to be childish and petty and ignore me because you’re in your feelings!”
“You started this shit. Instead of being an adult and talking to me about how you felt, you avoided me. Now, when I give that shit back, you want to be mad.”
“So, yeah, we’re going to go get a drink. Come on, girl,” Sheena said, wrapping her arm around Rae’s and ushering her to the other side of the room to the bar.
Alicia turned to walk away, but I grabbed her arm.
“Don’t touch me!” she yelled, trying to snatch her arm away from me, but I wrapped my other arm around her and pulled her to me.
“Chill out.”
“No. Let me go.”
“Nah. We gon’ talk about this shit.” Although I was still a little heated with her, I knew I didn’t want her to leave.
I looked around and spotted a couple trying to go in one of the rooms that was closest to me.
“Nah, watch out. Go fuck somewhere else.” I pulled Alicia with me, went inside the room, and locked the door.
I pinned her against the wall and got in her face, close enough so she could hear and feel me.
“You gave that nigga my pussy?”
Her face twisted, and her head jerked back. “What? No!”
“I don’t believe you. You was so quick to make it known we only had a business relationship that I feel like you only told him that to soothe his weak-ass conscience about us.”
“I would never do that. I told you, you were being petty, so I was giving it right back.”
“You hurt my feelings.”
“I know, and I’m sorry about that.” She sighed as her head fell back, and she looked up at me.
“Last night made me realize that who I thought I loved and gave my heart to wasn’t the man made for me.
He confessed to being selfish and never wanting to have more than one kid with me.
Claiming he thought I was on the pill because he probably saw my vitamins prescribed by my doctor.
It hurts, Basil, but I’m ready and willing to try to move past it and allow myself to trust myself with you. ”
Before I could stop myself, the question slipped from my mouth like word vomit. “You let my kids go with that nigga?”
“No. They didn’t want to g—wait, what did you say?”
“You heard me.”
A soft smile lifted on her face. “They’re not your kids, Basil.”
“Shid, I’m claiming them on my taxes next year.”
She laughed. “I don’t know where this is going to end—”
“Ain’t shit ending. This is only the beginning.”
“Beginning of what? You being petty, then trying to fuck strippers because you’re mad at me?”
I smirked. “You jealous?”
“See, you think this is a game. Get out of my face, Basil. Move.” She pushed against me, but I didn’t budge.
I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “I want to punish you for being bad, Mrs. Hill.”
I could feel her body shiver lightly. “S-stop calling me that.”
“Why? I thought we were back to being professional.”
“Basil . . .” She groaned.
“Nah, call me Mr. Cassidy. Keep that same energy, baby.” I licked her neck and sucked, her skin tasting like warm vanilla ice cream.
“You’re dr-drunk.”
“I know.” My hand slipped under her skirt, and I grabbed a handful of her ass as I groaned. “Mmm, fat, juicy, and I bet that pretty motherfucka wet.”
“Basil, please . . .”
“Please, what? You ready to get that pussy punished?”
“I don—ah!”
I snatched her up before she could finish her sentence, bringing my trusty bottle with me, and I took her over to the bed.
Placing her in the center, I climbed in with her.
I lifted her shirt over her head and unclipped her bra, releasing those big, bountiful breasts, then I took off my belt.
I could see her eyes balloon slightly as I smirked.
“Give me your wrists.” She reluctantly lifted her wrists, and I wrapped my belt around them, tying a knot at one end, then hooked the other end through the bedpost, tying it tight.
I picked up her shirt, folding it until it was a straight line, then attacked her lips.
I missed them pretty, juicy motherfuckas.
“Mmm.” She moaned into my mouth, sucking on my tongue.
“I missed you, baby.”
“I missed you too.”
“You gon’ keep running from me?”
She shook her head. “Not anymore.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.”
This time, I believed her.
“You’re going to go without one of your senses tonight. You won’t be able to see me. But you’re going to hear, smell, taste, and feel everything.”
“No, Baye, I need to see.” She whined lowly.
I shook my head. “This is part of your punishment.”
She laughed. “I’m not drunk enough for this. I’m scared.”
“Don’t be, baby. It’s going to hurt real good. I promise. You have to trust me.”
She nodded. “I trust you.”
I slipped her shirt over her eyes and tied it loosely. “Open your mouth.” She did as she was told, and I poured a little liquor in her mouth. “Close and swallow.”
She did and cringed. “More.”
I poured a little more, then took a gulp.
I set the bottle down on the nightstand, then swirled my tongue around her right areola before pulling her nipple into my mouth, nibbling softly.
I repeated the process with the other one, then dragged my tongue down her stomach to her navel.
I could feel the chill bumps rising on her skin as I slipped her skirt and panties off.
I licked around her naked mound with a landing strip and the crease between her pussy and thigh.
“Baye,” she called out, pushing her hips forward, urging me to eat. I teased her a little more, then took one long lick, closed my mouth, and sucked.
“Ooooh, gahhh.” Her body shuddered, and I closed my eyes and continued to enjoy my meal. I made her cum three times before flipping her over on her stomach, pulling her hips up, and watching her back dip into a perfect arch.
“You been bad as fuck, mama. You know what happens to bad girls, right?” I asked, rubbing her clit in a circular motion.
“Mmm, baby.”
“Answer me.”
“Yesss.”
“Mmhmm. I’m ’bout to spank that ass.” I could feel her body tense, and I smiled at what I was about to do to her.