Ruthless (30 page)

“Yeah, aiight,” he says, sounding skeptical. “So why all of a sudden, out da blue, you hit a muhfucka up tryna get at dis dick? You wasn't beat for a muhfucka before, 'member dat, yo?”

I roll my eyes. “I know, I know I was such an idiot for brushing you off like that. I was cleaning out my email inbox and came across the email you sent with the picture of your big dick.” I keep the lies rolling trying to keep him from becoming more suspicious than he already is. “You already know I'm a dick sucker who loves sucking big dick. I kept kicking myself, even after all that shit you did to me, for not sucking your dick when you wanted me to. All I do is play the video you sent of you stroking your dick. God, your dick is so big.”

“Oh, word? You like dat big dick, huh? So you ain't tryna set a muhfucka up for some payback-type shit then?”

I smirk. “No. I got what I deserved. I should have never tried to get brand-new on you. I should have been your personal dick-sucker all along.”

“True, true,” he says, sounding justified for stalking me. “You fucked up, but I ain't gonna hol' it against you. Just glad you ready to put ya cum suckers to work on dis dick. I ain't wanna bring it to you like dat, but you had'a muhfucka feignin' for dat shit. Shit got kinda outta hand.”

I blink.
Nigga, really? Shit got kind of out of hand? Are you fucking
kidding me?!
I roll my eyes up in my head.
This motherfucker is nuts!

“Hands down, I ain't ever had a bitch suck my dick the way you
sucked it. My girl can't suck dick for shit. But three of my baby mothers know how to suck dick good, but they still ain't got shit on you. Ya head game's bananas. So wat's good, you suckin' on dis dick or wat?”

I glide a coat of MAC Red satin lipstick over my lips, then pair it with Kiss Me Quick lip liner. I pucker my dick-suck-ready lips. Looking in the mirror, I blink several times, barely recognizing who I am.

Murder, torture, and being an accomplice to burglaries and arsons have a way of changing a bitch. The face staring back at me is still very beautiful. There's something in my hazel eyes that is both mesmerizing and haunting.

The look of a cold, heartless bitch.

“Yes. I'm sucking your dick, your balls and every drop of your thick, hot nut. I hope you're not going to cum quick.”

I step out of the bathroom, walking out into the sitting area where Mel is. He's sitting on the sofa; his long legs stretched out in front of him, reading the latest edition of
Black Enterprise.
I swallow the lingering aftertaste of his nut as the thought of his humongous dick stretching down into my neck—only two hours ago, flashes in my head. My hand cupping his heavy balls, gently massaging them as I coated his cock with a bunch of spit, super-soaking it, gagging on it—being the nasty, slutty dick-sucker that I am.

“Nah. I'ma lock ya jaws. Damn. My shit's hard as fuck, yo. So when we doin' dis?”

I blink the memory of Mel stuffing my mouth, filling it with his cock cream, out of my head…for now, bringing my attention back to this crazy nigga on the other end of the phone.

I glance at the time. It's five mintues to eight. “Let's meet now.”

“Damn, you real hungry for dis nut, huh?”

I will myself to keep from sucking my teeth. For some reason Booty pops in my head. To think this is the nigga she let fuck her raw and nut all up in her insides. A part of me almost feels like I should at least tell her about this dirty nigga. After all, messy or not—and regardless of the fact that I didn't ask her to—she provided me with names and information I wouldn't have probably gotten any other way.

My plan for revenge wouldn't have come together as quickly as it has had it not been for Booty's meddling ass. So whether I want to admit it or not, she lit the fire. And a part feels as if I owe her.

Yeah, maybe you do owe her. But you don't owe that bitch shit tonight! Tonight, this nigga's all yours.

“Mmmm-hmm. I don't have any good dick in my life, so I'm real hungry for yours.”

Mel shoots a look over at me, shaking his head and grinning.

“Oh, word? What, you ain't cock-whorin' over on da freak-nasty site no more?” I tell him no. Tell him it was too dangerous. That I no longer want to be perusing online sex sites like Nastyfreaks4u for randon dick anymore. That the only dick I'm interested in sucking is his. I tell him I want to be his personal cum whore; to suck his dick whenever, however, he wants it. I can tell by the way he's grunting that I've got him reeled in. His heavy breathing lets me know I got the nigga turned on by the idea of having me as his personal dick-sucker.

“Mmmmm. My pussy's so wet. I wanna suck your dick in the backseat of your car.”

“Yo, you lick ass?”

I frown. Not that I'm opposed to tossing a nigga's salad. Hell, I've run my tongue all up in Jasper's ass plenty of times when we
were together; and
not
because he was pressing me for it. It's what I wanted to do. Turned that nigga out for the tongue lap on the sly. Had him feeling some kind of way about it, but the nigga never stopped me, either, whenever I did bless him with this tongue.

I decide to fuck with this slimy sonofabitch even more. Tell him that I don't only want to lick his ass, but that I want him to smear his nut on my tongue, then bend over his car seat, pull his ass open and let me tongue him in his hole.

“Damn, yo. Ya freaky-ass got me goin' through it. Where you wanna meet?” I tell him the location. Then stress the importance of keeping this between us. “No doubt, no doubt. I ain't tryna put shit out there like dat. Wat we do is wat we do. But, yo…if you front on me…”

I smirk.
And what, motherfucker?!

“You have no idea how long I've thought about getting at you. You and that big, black cock are all I think about.”

I unzip my leather travel case, running my hand over the assortment of goodies: duct tape, Gorilla glue, bolt cutters, a black leather Gag Blinder mask with removable snap-on blinders and removable muzzle, a four-way leather hogtie binder, and three dildos—one six-inch, an eight-inch, and a twelve-inch.

“Trust me,” I continue, zipping the case up. “Fronting on you is the last thing on my mind. I'll be there in twenty mintues. Alone. Make sure your dick is clean, rock-hard, and ready for me.”

Motherfucker likes stalking bitches for a good dick suck, then I'ma give his black ass something to stalk!

“My shit's always clean. And I stay hard ‘n' ready.”

I glance over at the portable spanking pad with restraints leaning up against the wall near the door. “Then buckle up, big daddy. Tonight you're going to be in for the time of your life. I promise you. It'll be one night you'll
never
forget.”

• • •

Mel and I are only seconds away from the designated location when one of my phones starts vibrating. It‘s a text. I roll my eyes, opening it. Y
O WHERE U AT
?

I suck my teeth. “This thirsty fucker,” I mumble. I don't bother to respond. We roll up a few feet behind where his Lexus is. Mel is in the backseat. He crouches down when I put the SUV in
PARK
. He knows to wait a few minutes, then once I'm inside this nigga's car, creep up and handle the rest.

“You good?” he wants to know as I take a deep breath, shutting off the engine.

I shudder, reaching for my Taser and the bottle of Wet in my handbag, then sliding them into the front pocket of my jacket. I avoid looking at him through the reaview mirror. But I can feel his brown eyes on me, unnerving me. “Yeah. I'll just be glad when this shit is finally over.”

“I feel you. I know this shit's startin' to get to you, but you one more muhfuka closer to the finish line; remember that.”

I nod, flashing my high beams, signaling that I'm there. I slip on my black leather riding gloves, then open the door and step out into the night air.

Ready to take down one more nigga.

I can see the dark shadow inside the vehicle reaching over and opening the passenger side door as I near the car. The interior light comes on as I quickly hop in, shutting the door. The inside reeks of weed and alcohol and a hint of cologne. Bulgari, I think.

I quickly drink him in with my eyes. The nigga's tall, at least six-three. His jet-black skin shines in the darkness. The nigga has the nerve to be well groomed. Sideburns amd mustache trimmed to perfection. Waves, thick and deep. He's fine. Real fine. Damn him!

No-good, dirty bastard!

Flashes of the night he jumped out from behind the bushes in my front yard and attacked me pop in my head. The gloved hand that quickly covered my mouth to mute my startled scream; the voice growling low in my ear, “I've been following your every move, slut. Now open ya fuckin' door…” Then we're wrestling and we're down on the ground, his hand around my neck until I am clawing at him, screaming and kicking and punching him until he finally lets me go and starts running down the street. “This ain't over, bitch!”

Oh, you were so right, motherfucker. This shit is far from over. But it's about to be. Real soon.

“Yo, wat's good?” he says, eyeing me and licking his lips. His dick is already out, his left hand slowly stroking it.

“You and that big dick is what's good,” I say, shifting in my seat and reaching over and grabbing it. “Oooh, it's so thick.”

“Yeah, dat's wat it is. You got my muhfuckin' shit hard as fuck, baby. Now get up on dis dick ‘n' suck it like you in love wit' it. I ain't tryna hear a whole buncha chitchat, just suckin'.” He eases his seat back, then lays it all the way back. He reaches over, tries to pull me by the back of my neck down into his lap. “C'mon ‘n' wet dis dick wit' dem pretty cum-suckers.”

“Mmmmm, you wanna feel my slutty lips on the head of your dick?” I coo, reaching into my pocket for the Taser. I grip it in my right hand while using my left hand to stroke his dick, hoping like hell Mel hurries the fuck up and gets over here before I have to put my mouth on this nigga's big, juicy dick.

God, his dick is so thick.
I fight to keep from drooling. I wonder why I didn't suck him more than once.
I must have known his ass was a fucking loose screw.

He lifts his head up from the headrest. “Yo, wat da fuck, ma…?
Why is you playin' wit' my shit? Stop teasin' me. I ain't come out here for no handjob. I can jerk my own shit at da crib.”

“Relax,” I say real low, eyeing him seductively.
What the fuck, Mel?! What the fuck is he doing back there?
“I'm going to give it to you real good, nigga.”

I lean into his lap, and flick my tongue over the head of his dick. “Yeah, dat's wat da fuck I'm talkin' 'bout…” He lays back in his seat. I flick his dick again, then slowly lick it like it's a chocolate-dipped popsicle until his whole body relaxes.

I ease the Taser out of my pocket, then in one swift motion connect the contact probes to his neck, pressing the trigger and sending electric bolts of fire through his body, causing him to scream out.

The driver's side door swings open just as he passes out.

A ruthless bitch will stop at nothing to quench her thirst for revenge…

H
is eyelids open and close slowly, struggle to focus, then widen in shock. He tries to speak, but syllables are unable to connect to words and the only things coming out of his mouth are gurgling grunts. “Aaaah, aaaaah, aaaah…”

His naked body jerks wildly, looking around the large, open garage space, then down at the leather restraints around his wrists and ankles. He's strapped to an inversion table in the middle of the cement floor. “Aaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaah…”

I lean into his face, opening a tube of Wet and squirting a glob all over his flaccid dick. “You like your dick sucked, don't you, Vernon Lewis?” His eyes widen in surprise. “Yeah, I bet you didn't think I'd ever find out who you were, did you, Mister My Dick Needs Your Tongue Too? You thought you could torment me, sending niggas into my salon to call me out in front of customers, and post fliers about me sucking dick all over my salon door and windows, then attack me in my yard…”

He grunts, shaking his head. Attempting to speak to no avail.

“I'm the one who called your girl's phone and told her you were a dick sucker. I was the one calling and telling you how I wanted to suck your dick. All the while had you thinking it was a nigga.” I lean back into his face, lowering my voice. “Down-low
motherfucker. I wonder what your baby mother, Cassandra Simms, would say knowing one of her baby daddies was willing to let another nigga suck his dick.”

He shakes his head. “Aaaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaaaaah…” He tries to shake himself out of the restraints. “Aaaaaah, aaaaah, aaaaaaaaah…”

“Nigga, I couldn't care less who you let suck your dick on the low. And I'm not telling Cassandra shit. That bitch'll find out soon enough, along with everyone else. So no worries, Miss Honey Boo-Boo, your secret's safe with me.”

He grunts again.

I reach between his legs and grab his dick. I stroke it. Glide my hand up and down his shaft, swirling my fingertips over the head. “Aaaah, aaaaah…”

“You love this big dick sucked, don't you, Miss Downlow?” I increase the speed of my strokes. Against his will, it begins to thicken, stretch, and come alive. “You like stalking and harassing and threatening bitches to wet it for you, don't you, pussy-ass bitch?”

He shakes his head, grunting.

“Don't worry, boo,” I taunt, cupping his balls. “I'm not going to slice out your balls, or whip up this big, pretty dick like I did that nigga, Legend's.” He rapidly blinks, fear shoots through his pupils. “Yes. That was all my handiwork. I sliced that nigga's tongue out and cut off his ears, too. And you want to know why I cut out his balls?” He grunts again. “Don't worry. I'll tell you, anyway. I cut out that nigga's balls because the disrespectful motherfucker put his hands on me. Cutting them out of his nut sac was his punishment for what he'd done to me. And then…”