17
I knew Dio and I had much to talk about. Seeing him on the verge of doing what my father had accomplished broke me. I didn’t want to leave his side, but he assured me he would be cool. I put the birdy in Foe’s ear to keep watch on him. I still wanted to give Dio space, but not as much as he thought.
Freckles had been there every step during this and I wanted to show her that a nigga was grateful. I knew she was going back but wasn’t sure when, and I didn’t want to waste any more time. Tonight, I wanted to solidify our relationship. I also wanted to tell her I was coming to Toussaint. I didn’t know what it would look like when I got there, but I didn’t want to let her go. I was willing to do whatever it took to keep her.
I was able to get some shit done after dropping Freckles off. Tonight was big for me because I’d never done something so extreme and extravagant for anyone. She was special to me. She listened, she cared, and she didn’t allow a nigga to treat or talk to her any kind of way. Hell, my little Shorty busted her gun for a nigga, that’s all I needed to see.
After a few hours passed, I drove to my destination and waited across the street. I sent Freckles a text telling her to meet me. While I waited, I rolled myself a fat blunt and smoked while I let my mind take a trip of its own. I thought about how my nose was open for her. How I thought what Harvey and I had was real until I stumbled upon Freckles. She made a nigga smile when I didn’t want to. She stood on business, and she could fuck, my God, could she fuck.
I had been sitting in my truck for about thirty minutes when I spotted her pulling up. She didn’t know I was watching her and that’s exactly how I wanted it. I could see her standing in front of a now blacked-out tattoo shop. Baby was looking good in a pair of orange pumps and tiny ass trench coat. Her hair was pulled up in a ponytail, but I wanted that shit to hang.
She grabbed her keys, unlocked the door, and walked inside. I flicked the blunt, got out, and jogged across the street. I knew she was probably wondering what the hell was going on, and she would soon find out. I crept inside, closing the door behind me and locking it. The orange candles that filled the space around the center of the room illuminated the dark shop. Orange rose petals covered the floor along with a little eucalyptus. I got that shit from Chev. It really set the tone.
When she realized someone was behind her, she spun aiming her gun at me, “Zeus! You scared me,”
she said, now lowering her gun, “What is all this and how did you get this bike in my fucking shop?”
My bike meant a lot to me, and I knew riding meant a lot to her, so I figured it would be the main attraction for tonight’s event as it sat in the center of the floor. “Do you like it?” I asked.
She glanced around before her eyes landed back on me, “Yes, I never had anyone go all out for me like this.”
I was high as hell, and she was looking good as fuck. All I could do was smile.
“Tonight, you’re going to Zu-Topia,”
I whispered.
She took a few steps back as she opened the coat. I dropped my head. “Goddamn! Thank you, Lord,”
I mumbled to myself.
Freckles had on a fucking orange bandage two-piece with a collar attached. She seductively placed her hands on her hips as the black lipstick she wore on her lips eased into a grin. The feeling that went through me was one I’d never felt before. I didn’t know if it was love, but it was something. How I had become so lucky to get a woman like her with all my fuck ups I didn’t know, but I did know God had done his big one, and a nigga was grateful.
She tried to take a few steps forward, but I held my hand up, stopping her, “In Zu-Topia, I make the demands. You just enjoy the experience.”
Her face frowned. “Zeus, I make my own demands.”
“Freckles this isn’t about us out fucking each other. It’s about me making you happy. Let a nigga lead, please,”
I said to her. “Now, it’s about to get extreme real fast, do you understand?”
Her head nodded. I came out of my shirt as I made my way to her. I slowly eased the coat off her, making sure to caress her arms. A light hiss escaped her. I took her by her hand, leading her to the chair that sat alongside the wall. She went to sit, but I stopped her.
“I want a tattoo on my neck,”
I told her.
She looked at me curiously, “Of what? It’s too dark,” she said.
“Whatever you want. Again, I want a tattoo on my neck, I want you to take your time, focus on me. This will be the gentlest time of the night. Do you trust me? Because I’m trusting you to tattoo me in the dark.”
I could tell she was nervous, but Freckles liked challenges. “Ok,”
she mumbled.
She sat right beside me. I had already set everything up. She didn’t bother to grab gloves as she turned on the gun, dipping it into the ink. I tilted my head slightly to the side. “Focus. On. Me,”
I said one last time.
As she began free-handing a tattoo, my hand slid up her leg and she stopped. “Keep fucking going,”
I growled.
I continued to move my hands up her thighs until I reached the lining of her panties. I could hear her blow out an uneasy breath. I moved her panties to the side, sliding my fingers up and down her pussy lips. She scooted toward the edge of the seat.
“Good girl,”
I whispered.
My fingers went from sliding up and down her pussy to going inside of her.
“Ah,”
she moaned sweetly. “Zeus I can’t fo-focus like this.”
“You can and you will, keep going baby.”
My fingers dived in and out of her slowly. Her moans became louder, and I could feel her hand trembling.
“Zeus,”
she whimpered.
My fingers picked up its pace as her hips slowly rocked. She was in motion now. Suddenly she slammed the gun down on the table, took my face in both her hands, and hopped on my lap. This time when she kissed me, an entire future with her flash in my mind. Nigga was thinking about kids, marriage, and all kinds of soft shit. Freckles ran her tongue over my lips then sucked my tongue back into her mouth.
I gripped her around her waist, picking her up. Foreheads touching. “You a nasty muhfucka,”
I grumbled.
“Nasty as fuck!”
she shouted.
I held her in my arms as I got up from the chair walking her over to the bike. I put her down, spinning her around. “Hands on the bike and don’t move,”
I instructed her.
I reached down grabbing my paddle that I’d placed on the floor. She glanced over her shoulder and as I lifted my arm with the paddle, her eyes widened. “Zeus what is this? You don’t run me. Now get on your knees, nigga!”
I chuckled, “Freckles I’m not a begging nigga and I do run something that pussy,”
I said drawing my arm back. “Now bend that ass over.”
Her eyes lowered as she slowly turned back around. Then she did something I wasn’t expecting. She hiked one leg on the bike and bent all the way forward allowing her pussy lips to peek through. I nodded slowly.
“The dick I serve is euphoric. I’m a nasty nigga, the pussy handler!” I barked.
Smack!
“Shit!”
she grunted.
“All that ass belongs to me!”
Smack!
“Zeus, wait I—”
“Nah baby you’re in Zu-Topia let me show you why they call a nigga Big Zu!”
Smack!
“I want that pussy dripping. I want you to feed that shit to me on a muhfuckin platter!”
Smack!
Her head dropped forward. “Zzzz—”
Smack!
“Zz-you want to be put on let Big Zu put you on baby!”
Smack!
“Zeus!”
“Yeah, say it again!”
Smack!
“Fuck, Zeus! Shit baby!”
Smack!
“Good fucking girl.”
Smack!
“Welcome to the fucking Zoo Freckles!”
I roared. “Stay right here.”
I went over to my bag and grabbed a few things then went back to her. I leaned forward. “Extreme real fast,”
I said to her.
I took the gag ball putting it in her mouth and as I buckled it around her head, I gave her a few words. “It might feel like you cannot breathe but you can. Breathe through your nose,”
I instructed her.
I then cuffed her to one side of the bike. I came out of my pants as I stood behind her like the Grim Reaper. I held my dick in my hand and tapped it on her fat ass. Using my other hand, I pulled at the straps on her panties, ripping them off like a muhfuckin monster.
She still had one leg hiked as I moved closer to her. Her back to my chest. I slid my dick up and down her lips until I entered. Freckles head fell forward, and I snatched it back. I bit into her shoulders while I stroked her. Her muffled moans turned me on more. I bit into her again, this time creating an impression of my teeth.
I slid my hand down the front of her body until my fingers found her clit. My thumb circled that bitch slow then fast.
Stroke, circle, circle. Stroke, circle, circle.
Her face matched her moans. “You like when I play with that pussy don’t you,”
I said in her ear. “You like how this dick feels inside you?”
Stroke, circle, circle. Stroke, circle, circle.
She nodded. Her legs began shaking, her body jolted. I moved quickly as I pulled out, got on my knees, and sucked on her pussy until that shit creamed all over my mouth. The sounds coming from beneath the gag ball were pure fucking pleasure. I removed it as to her heavy breathing filled the room. Freckles turned to glance at me over her shoulder with hazy eyes.
“My turn.”
I wasn’t expecting Zeus to turn savage on my ass let alone using gag balls and cuffs. The entire thing seemed like some type of ritual or initiation to be one of their girls. It was different but interesting, especially the paddle shit. However, the way this man fucked me made my body come alive, but what he was not about to do was out fuck me. I knew this wasn’t some sort of competition, but I felt like it was. It was like racing, I had to come in first fucking place.
When he uncuffed me I pointed to the floor. I knew he was going to object, but he didn’t. Zeus laid down tapping his lap, “Come on Zoo baby,” he said.
I stood over him and before easing on top of him, I smiled. “Let’s fuck!”
I slowly eased down Zeus. This position felt different. I could feel how big he really was. The nigga’s dick felt like it was in my stomach, so much so that all I could do was open my mouth. I took in a deep breath as I grabbed the back of my ankles and rocked back and forth on his ass.
“Ride this dick Freckles.”
Back and forth.
“Zeus, I feel it,” I moaned.
Back and forth.
“Fuck on it then. Goddamn,”
he moaned.
I began slowing the pace, then picked it up again. I pressed my hand to his chest and bounced my ass like a stripper. Zeus took both my cheeks in his hand spreading me wide. I leaned forward kissing him nastily, the kiss was so nasty that when I pulled my lips away our shared saliva hung from our lips. My head rolled in a full circle while his lips played with my nipples.
“Don’t stop baby don’t fucking stop!”
he growled.
Zeus hands gripped my waist tightly as he began controlling my motion. The man sent my body up and damn near slammed me down on his dick. If he couldn’t do nothing else the nigga could fuck. He had the type of dick that’ll make you crash out. The type of dick that’ll have you making breakfast in the morning. The type of dick that’ll have your head gone and as much as I was enjoying this, I was doing my best to avoid being some Betty Crocker ass bitch, but it was so good.
“Pussy so good a nigga want to—”
“Pussy so good make a nigga fall in love.,” I moaned.
I was falling for Zeus, but scared of what it could be. As bad as I wanted to scream my man, I knew he had a pattern, one that I was scared to be a part of. He sent me up one last time before flipping me over and fucking me from the back. He and I went at it for the next twenty minutes before we both came lying in the middle of my shop naked.
I really wanted to tell him how I felt, but I just couldn’t, so I said nothing. I just enjoyed the moment.
I stood on the porch of my parent’s house. The gnawing feeling in my stomach drew me here. I needed answers and I knew the only person who could give them to me were beyond these doors. I hadn’t seen my mother since the night she showed up and shared more information than she intended to. I gave the door a few light taps. When she answered, I couldn’t believe this was the same woman who had light in her eyes only months ago.
My mother’s light was gone. I could tell she didn’t have any peace, and that scared me because I didn’t know what was next for her. She said nothing as she dragged her feet away from the door going into the living room. I followed behind her as I watched her curl up in my daddy’s chair. I walked around into the dark space, sitting on the couch. Even the house felt sad, lonely, and different.
I leaned forward, tapping the side of the chair she sat in, “Who’s my father?” I asked.
There were a few minutes of silence. The sound of her sniffles crept from her lips. “Zaria, I—”
“I have the right to know. Here it is the man I thought was my father, my blood isn’t. I want to know so tell me,”
I asked again.
A laugh echoed the living room, “You would have loved him. He was such a sweet man. You know you look like him and every time I see you it’s nothing but memories,”
she started. “How unique you are. You’re just like him, different. You know that little quirky laugh, he had the same thing. You’re stubborn like him and so fucking impulsive,”
she paused. “It had always been his impulses that I hated. I told him, I said Jay, you can’t keep helping those people because sometimes people will take whatever bit of kindness you got and suck the life out you. No, no, no, not Jay he just had to go that night and when Lonnie showed up at my door in that uniform telling me that one of those people had tried to rob him, he didn’t even have to finish the sentence be-because I knew that they had sucked the kindness out of Jay,” she said looking at me.
My eyes were blurry from the tears that began running down my face as she continued. “I-I tried getting myself together after that. I tried convincing myself there was life after Jay, but having you seemed to be harder,”
she said, and she began rocking back and forth in the seat. “Lonnie had come to check on me every day since the day he told me Jay was murdered. He seemed to care more than he should. He asked about you. The quick daily check-ins turned into late night stays and then into something I thought was beautiful, and although Lonnie thought I didn’t know his secrets, I knew but he had always been there. Now, he’s gone too just like Jay.”
“Ma, you need to get some help,”
I said, wiping my tears.
“There is no help for me.”
I stood from the couch. “I forgive you for not telling me. I’m leaving Ma, I’m leaving and I’m not coming back.”
She began humming and rocking. I didn’t even bother to say another word. I walked out of the door, feeling worse than when I came. I tried calling Navi, but she didn’t answer then Yana, nor did she answer. I found myself being much like Dio because I was out here alone with no one on my side, or at least that’s what it seemed like. I guess that’s why I felt his pain so much.
I hopped in my car, speeding as I usually did when I was upset and angry. A loud scream escaped me. I was just so tired. I took the first exit and found my way driving up the coastline. I made a few more turns until I found myself back at Chevy’s. I killed the ignition as I sat outside his house. I saw the light on, so I knew he was awake. I couldn’t move, but the feeling of him being close settled in me. His energy was so strong I could fucking feel him. My fingers found their way back on the key to start up the car and leave, then I heard in my head.
Come in.
I’m scared.
I got you Z, come to me.
I got out of the car and slowly walked up to his door. I didn’t have to knock because he opened the door before I could. I felt like I needed him in this moment, but I was so scared. It was truth that scared me. The fact that I was standing in front of a man’s door crying, who barely knew me. I wasn’t sure what this was he and I had, but I felt like he was my comfort. He held out his hand as his eyes softly rested on mine. Chevy slowly nodded his head. Fear gripped me, as I was still somewhat afraid. The tears just wouldn’t fucking stop. I was so embarrassed crying in front of him.
I got you. He mouthed.
I’m so scared. I mouthed back.
He reached out, taking my hand as his thumb stroked my fingers.
Trust me.
I-I trust you.
He slowly pulled me into his house. I didn’t know where I was going with this, but right now, I was in a place I felt safe.