Chapter 50
Strictly Business, Love that girl was nothing but pure, walking trouble.
Bitch would probably fuck a stray dog if he threw a single band at her feet.
I might be a lot of things, but thirsty?
Never. I’m about my paper and my daddy, and that’s strictly it.
We had already been forced to fight those hoes once, and Red and her little sidekick were still sitting there drooling over their men like a couple of absolute clowns.
That’s when it hit me with complete clarity.
I had to get the hell out of there—I am entirely too pretty, and my life is too valuable, to be out here brawling with dusty women over some niggas.
I knew my exact position in this world, and I knew how to move. I knew to be ready and dialed in the second Silk called. Tonight alone, I had secured fifteen thousand dollars for him because that’s what a real bottom bitch does for her man.
My phone suddenly started to ring, startling me out of my thoughts. I snatched it up and answered.
“Hello?”
“What you doing, big mama?” Silk asked, his deep voice sliding smoothly through the speaker.
“Just laying down here, thinking about you,” I flirted, a natural smile hitting my face.
“Your work ethic made my dick hard today, I ain't even gonna lie,” he admitted. “That stunt you pulled in the club earlier, though? I didn't really like that.”
I stayed completely quiet, letting him talk.
“You know what kind of business we got going on. Keep that shit player, ma. You my golden bitch, and you always will be.”
“You my everything, Silk,” I breathed out, meaning every single syllable from the bottom of my heart.
“I’m spending the night with you tonight. Tighten up,” he commanded before abruptly hanging up the phone.
I didn't waste a single second. I jumped up and went straight into the bathroom to take an everything shower, scrubbing away every ounce of the club’s smoky air and bad energy.
When I stepped out of the steam, I lathered my skin in rich, hydrating body oils, then sprayed myself from head to toe with my favorite Victoria’s Secret Love Spell Vacation mist.
I finished it off with a few strategic spritzes of Baccarat Rouge on my neck and inner wrists.
Sliding into a soft, comfortable house dress, I walked over to the front door and unlocked it, making sure it was ready for him.
Right as I turned around, my phone started buzzing again. I picked it up, seeing Red’s contact flashing.
“Hello?” I said, my voice flat.
“Jas, girl...” Red cried out on the other end, sounding frantic. “I had to fight that hoe Junie. I’m sitting at the hospital right now with my friend.”
I didn’t even bother giving her the satisfaction of a response. I just ended the call, hitting the red button.
Suddenly, a low chuckle echoed from the doorway, making me jump out of my skin. I spun around and saw Silk leaning casually against the frame, watching me.
“Damn, Daddy, you scared the hell out of me,” I said, pressing a hand to my chest.
“My bad, ma,” he smirked. “Red really needs to stay her ass out the club. She loves other bitches' men, but she clearly can’t fight worth a damn.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “I wasn’t even fighting tonight.”
“You didn't need to, looking as gorgeous as you do,” he complimented, his eyes dark and fixed entirely on me.
“Thank you, King,” I whispered, holding his intense gaze.
“Come work at the hotel with me tomorrow,” he said softly, pushing off the doorframe. “I’m gonna make that pussy feel amazing tonight.”
Silk crossed the room in long strides, pulling me into his arms and pressing a warm, lingering kiss right against the sensitive skin of my neck.
Instantly, my core began to throb, a deep, heavy ache settling between my thighs.
He reached over and hit play on the stereo, letting R.
Kelly’s Seems Like You’re Ready drift softly through the background.
“Get up, baby... give me a show,” Silk murmured, his voice soothing and commanding all at once.
I didn't hesitate. I slipped out of my house dress, letting it pool at my feet, and walked over to the bedroom pole.
Slowly, fluidly, I began to whine against the cool metal, keeping heavy, unbroken eye contact with him the entire time.
Silk sat down on the edge of the bed, a look of pure appreciation in his eyes as he started tossing crisp hundred-dollar bills at my feet.
I dropped it low to the floor, grinning as I tossed my head and whipped my body back in rhythm with the bass.
With one hand locked firmly on the pole, I used the other to trace and rub my own body down.
Drawing a deep breath, I climbed the pole in one swift motion, lifted my legs into a wide V-shape, and swung my body smoothly in a full circle around it.
Silk smiled, looking thoroughly intrigued and completely captivated as more ones rained down around the bed. “Baby, you are genuinely gifted,” he said, his voice thick.
He shifted, sitting right on the edge of the bench at the foot of the bed while Ginuwine’s So Anxious began to play.
I stepped off the pole and walked right up to him.
He reached out, grabbing a heavy, satisfying handful of my breast.
Without waiting, I straddled his lap, sinking right down and immediately grinding my hips against him.
I could feel him hardening and rising underneath me, practically begging for release.
“Pull it out and put it in,” he groaned, his hands gripping my hips.
I reached down, guided his long, thick length, and positioned him right at my entrance. I sat down on him agonizingly slow, letting every inch of my pussy stretch and expand to accommodate his heavy girth.
“Fuck,” he moaned, throwing his head back slightly.
“Daddy, you know ain't nobody else ever been deep in your pussy like this,” I whispered against his ear.
I lifted myself up just a fraction and started grinding down on him in a slow, rhythmic circle.
He brought his lips up to mine, capturing my mouth in a deep, passionate kiss.
As the heat rose between us, I picked up the pace, riding him faster and harder.
Realizing I was getting close, Silk reached up and pinched my sensitive clit, forcing me to pump the brakes.
“Baby, slow down... let me actually enjoy this,” he panted honestly. “You know I can’t do this often with how many people I got pulling at me to please.”
I nodded, slowing my movements right down to a steady, torturous rhythm.
He tapped the backs of my thighs, signaling for me to get up.
I obeyed, stepping off his lap. In one fluid motion, he stood up, grabbed my waist, and bent me over the edge of the bed while standing.
He used his feet to effortlessly spread my legs wider apart, aligning himself, and slid his heavy dick deep back inside me in one hard stroke.
“Oh, my god,” I cried out, a breathless mix of pure pleasure and sweet pain echoing off the walls.
He grabbed a firm handful of my neck with one hand to anchor me, while his other hand went straight to work, expertly massaging and pressing against my clit.
I started throwing my hips back to meet his thrusts, matching his brutal, perfect energy.
The room grew blistering hot; I completely forgot how to breathe for a terrifying, wonderful second.
Then the wave crashed over me—I caught my breath and came hard all over him, my body contracting and flowing like a river.
A second later, Silk groaned low, burying himself deep as he finished inside me, holding me tight against him as we both rode out the aftershocks before he finally pulled out and collapsed onto the bed.