good ass friend of mine, and the host, Taz, has eaten more pussy than probably even I have! She and I are thick as thieves!” He had a point. “I just don’t like this stupid ass show.”
“Don’t be uncouth.”
“Uncouth? Now isn’t that ironic. Let me give you the rundown since your memory is short. My girlfriend invites me over, doesn’t ask me what I wanna watch or do, doesn’t offer any head, ass, or pussy, not even a hand-job. Doesn’t show me around her spot. Nice ass apartment by the way, too girly for my tastes, but I didn’t expect much less,” he stated with a raised eyebrow as he looked around. “Some host you are… fuckin’ lousy. But I’m the one uncouth? So much for the grand tour.”
“Nix, you are a real piece of work, but that aside, point taken. I apologize. I’m just so distracted. I don’t have the patience for all of that tonight. I know, I know… It’s your first time spending the night at my place and I didn’t even do the proper walk through, but you need to cut me some slack.” She chuckled sadly and he smiled reassuringly.
Then he stood back up. “Where’s the bathroom? And bedroom? I wanna freshen up and take my bag in there.”
“Go down this hall and my bedroom is the door at the end of it. You can use the hall bathroom or the one in my bedroom, whichever you prefer. The master suite bathroom has some of my makeup and hair products on the vanity counter though.”
He picked up his bag and headed down the hall. Grabbing the remote once again, she leaned back and watched the show. Before she knew it, she’d polished off her glass of wine and was itching for another. She could faintly hear the shower in her bedroom going, sounding much like soft rain. She tried to relax, but her nerves were still on fire, her mind racing with memories of a workday she wished had been simply a bad dream. She closed her eyes and laid her head against the couch. Moments later, she found herself grabbing the pillow she’d been propped on. She sniffed it, smelling his rich cologne, and smiled. Nix, you always smell so damn good…
Then she suddenly woke and turned to look in the direction of the hallway.
That’s music. He must be playing that from his phone. I know that song.
Eminem’s ‘Love the Way You Lie’ was playing. She scooted a bit down the couch to get a better look. Things seemed relaxed. He’d left her bedroom door halfway open, and she could make out shadows bouncing off the walls.
“Nixon?”
No response. Perhaps he didn’t hear her over the television and the music. She rose from the couch and went to her bedroom, pushing the door completely open, then paused. Nixon stood with his back to her. He was completely naked at the side of the bed, seeming to be in a trance. On her white satin sheets sat an open book – a blank journal, similar to the one he’d gifted her. Next to it lay a pair of handcuffs. He slowly turned to throw her a look from over his shoulder.
“What’s going on?”
“I didn’t give you permission to come in here with me. I didn’t call for you.” His eyes darkened; his voice was low and rough. Her heart pounded in her chest. Raze is in control now… “Go back to the living room and wait until I call for you.”
Her pussy pulsed, tightened, and cried out as she marched back out the room and sat on the couch. Seconds ticked by, feeling like an eternity. Every nerve in her body was screaming, her desire pulsed, and she knew sweet relief was imminent. About a minute later, he called out to her.
“Yasmine! Come! NOW.”
She hopped to her feet, adrenaline rushing, and raced to the bedroom. She found him standing in the same place, and this time knew not to speak before he did. Her nipples hardened at the sight of his ass muscles clenching as he bent down to smooth out a wrinkle in the sheets. His eyes found hers.
“What do you see?” he asked in an icy tone. His expression too was devoid of warmth, as though he were a different man from the one she’d been talking to in the living room.
She’d heard this loaded question before. The kind that was so difficult to answer when he asked. He seemed completely consumed by his