14. Rakim #2
Putting my empty plate and tray to the side, I said, “He used to lock me up in closets, beat me to the point where I would have to stay home from school because I couldn’t sit and they knew authorities would be called if my teachers found out why I couldn’t sit at my desk.
Or he’d make me watch my siblings eat, knowing I was hungry, whenever I misbehaved.
It didn’t slow up until I started fighting him, going at his ass.
“So when I got older, if I felt threatened in any way, I would react violently. I was able to channel that aggression into boxing, though, so it kind of worked out, until that shit spilled over into smoking Judd for violating my woman.”
“That makes sense.” Her soft hand landed on the nape of my neck, sending chills down my spine. She didn’t move it either but instead began to massage, maybe feeling the tension in my muscle.
“Anyway, my brothers got the same treatment though on a smaller scale, and like you mentioned, we all responded differently to the shit. Ayan became obsessed with pleasing our father and turned into him. He’s one of the most selfish muthafuckas I’ve ever met, just like our dad.
Josias became a problem child, acting out and eventually grew into a reckless man.
Zaire, the youngest in a sense since he is a few minutes younger than Jojo, was too sensitive for that environment and developed an addictive behavior.
Started with sweets when we were coming up.
He’d peel off a whole case of soda because he couldn’t stop once he started, and as he turned into a man, soda became pills. ”
The whole time I spoke, it was as if Daylin’s small fingers were kneading the information out of me, and I realized how fucking dangerous her ass was.
“I’m sorry.” She kissed my face, placing her lips right on the scar the inmate in California State Prison gifted me for laying his ass out.
The finger pads of Daylin’s free hand coasted along my forearm, her non-verbal way of letting me know she saw how her touch had given a nigga goosebumps. If her ghostly touch and slight graze of her lips had me like this, I could only imagine once I was inside of her.
“You dangerous, baby.” I latched onto her eyes with my own now that she was seated so close to a nigga. “I’ve never told anyone even half of this shit.”
She appraised me for a moment, then said, “I’m honored.” Brushing her hands along my fade, she continued. “You said you value loyalty, so why do you associate with your twin?”
“I don’t for real, but he’s family, so he gon’ be at family shit.
I do love his kids, though, and they’re innocent to all this.
I don’t want them growing up feeling bad because they see how I am with Josias’ kids and wonder why they don’t get the same treatment.
They’re another reason why I’m thankful I didn’t murk that nigga when I found out what he did, but also, I would’ve regretted catching another body and spending the rest of my life locked up over LaMia. ”
She just stared at me intensely, like she wanted to say something, before seemingly catching herself and looking away, removing her hands.
“Let me clean up since you procured the food,” she offered. “I promise I will behave. I will wash these dishes then come right back down like a good little hostage.” She rose up, maneuvering our dishes so everything was on one tray as if I’d told her ass yes.
“You know I’m the one in charge, right? I kidnapped yo’ ass.” I ascended, towering over her as she grinned up at me, giggling.
“Yeah, I know you’re in charge,” she replied in a way that got my dick hard before she started switching toward the door, leaving a trail of her perfume or scent.
I had no choice but to follow since I hadn’t locked the door with my key when I came back with my food. Shit felt weird locking it when I was about to basically have dinner with her.
Daylin paused to allow me in front, and I led her up the stairs and toward the kitchen.
“Wash that shit good. I don’t wanna see shit left when I inspect it, or that’s yo’ ass,” I jested, making her cackle. In return, that shit had me smiling.
“Yes, sir. Anything else you want me to handle?”
“Stop talking like that, Daylin. Real shit.” I adjusted myself when she looked away.
The shirt she wore was oversized, but every sudden move she made put ideas in my head when the shit lifted some.
“You got some wine?”
“Wine on the job?” I frowned.
“Please, daddy?”
“Daylin.” I grinned when she started cracking up.
While she focused on the dishes, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the wine fridge and then one glass since I wasn’t really a wine drinker, before popping the cork and filling it.
She immediately took a sip once I handed the glass to her, not giving a fuck that she had wet, soapy hands.
“So, is this like your back-up house? I know damn well I’m not in your main shit.” She put the now empty glass out to ask for more.
Once I caught on, she set it down and got back to cleaning.
“It’s one of my houses that I sometimes stay at when I wanna be out the way.”
“Hmm, I see.” She finished up and dried her hands, grabbing her refilled glass to sip some while eyeing me over the rim.
“Chill out.” I stared down into her pretty face, feeling her seep into my chest like a rampant virus.
“What am I doing?” She hopped up onto the counter to sit, not caring about how the shirt rose up, exposing bits of her panties.
“Get down.”
“Get me down, Rakim.” She poured herself some more wine, peering out the window behind her as if we were kicking it under normal circumstances.
“You don’t want me to have to get you down, baby.”
“But I do.” She took some more sips and put the glass on the counter as I neared her.
As soon as my hands were on her waist, she locked her arms around my neck. Gripping a handful of her ass, I yanked her closer, pressing my hard dick against the crotch of her panties and making her coo softly.
“Don’t fuck with my head if this ain’t what you want.” I spoke against her soft lips, kissing her slowly.
I felt her lock her ankles behind me before I kissed her more intensely.
It started as pecks, but our lips parted soon after, her sucking my bottom lip into her mouth before I did the same to her.
We kept switching before our tongues came in contact, fusing our mouths together even further.
She was moaning the whole time as I roughly grabbed on her round ass, dick threatening to break through my sweats and her panties.
“Rah,” she moaned as I dragged my mouth to her neck, reaching down between her legs that were still wrapped around a nigga.
Coming back up to kiss her lips while rubbing the damp seat of her panties, I said, “I wanna eat ya pussy, but only if you want me to.”
“Right here?” She whimpered in between kisses.
“Right here,” I confirmed. “Or wherever. Until you tap out.”
I couldn’t stop from feeling her up. She was soft as hell and filled out perfectly. Her thighs, hips, and ass felt like butter in my fucking hands, driving me crazy at the silky texture. When I said I loved women, I for real meant that shit.
“I can’t,” she moaned against my mouth as I gripped the front of her neck.
“Can’t what? Only thing you need to do is cum, and I don’t need ya assistance for that.” I kept ahold of her neck while speaking against her ear before I gripped the waistband of her panties, about to tear them muthafuckas off.
“Shut up, nigga!” Josias’s voice sliced through the moment, startling Daylin and making me release her underwear before turning around to block her indecent attire. “Oh shit!” Josias lit up at the sight of us as Zaire ran into the back of him before widening his identical eyes as well.
“Fuck is y’all even doing here?” I asked, more irate than usual since my mouth was still watering at the thought of tasting Daylin.
“Fuck is y’all doing?” Josias set a jet-black plastic bag on the counter, clearly from the liquor store. “I knew you was gon’ fuck on yo’ little hostage.” He nodded his head up to Daylin who was, for the most part, concealed behind me. “How you doing?”
“Y’all take that shit to the living room.” I waved for them to leave out, and thankfully, they did, but not before singing the kissing song.
Once shit was clear, I turned to Daylin to help her down.
“Oh my gosh,” she mumbled, a little disoriented.
“My bad, baby. I swear I ain’t know they were coming. They drop by randomly.”
“It’s cool.” She moved her hair from her face while looking down to watch her step, so I picked her up bridal style.
Hooking her arms around my neck as I carried her downstairs, we traded smiles making me peck her gently before opening the door to the bedroom she resided in.
“This ain’t really been a representation of what it’s like to have conversation and dinner with a nigga, but I hope you enjoyed it for the most part.” I smirked down at her once she was lying on the bed, trying to ignore the way her shirt had risen well above her waist.
Daylin didn’t give a fuck, and I could tell she was just comfortable and not necessarily trying to entice my ass.
“I had a lot of fun. May be the best date I’ve ever had . . . while being kidnapped.” She added the last three words, seemingly after realizing what she was implying and trying to quickly recover.
Squatting down, I said, “You ain’t gotta lie to kick it. That nigga can’t compete with me under any circumstance, even this one.”