Ruthless (31 page)

I whisper in his ear, “I left him to bleed to death.” I glance at his dick as it starts to throb in my hand. “Ooooh, your dick feels so good in my hand. I love big dick. But you already knew that; isn't
that right, you dirty motherfucker? I had you feening for this throat, didn't I? I guess you want to know what I'm going to do to you, huh?”

He grunts, his eyelids flutter; I'm sure in response to the way I'm jerking him off. “Uggh, ugggh, uggggh, uggggggh…”

“Yeah, you dirty fucker, you wanna cum for me, don't you?” I abruptly let go of his aching cock. “You want to know what your punishment's going to be for coming into my life and wreaking havoc, huh? You see them niggas over there?”

His eyes dart frantically around the room again.

I smirk when he turns his head toward the noise coming from the right side of the garage. There are six tall, masked niggas—thugged out and tatted up, sitting at a rectangular table on the other end of the garage, watching porno on a flat-screen television. There are bottles of Hennessy and Cîroc on the table, and a thick cloud of weed smoke encircling them. They're getting lit for the festivities to come.

My cell vibrates. I pull it out of my pocket, turning my back, leaving Vernon to suffer in silence. “Hey.”

“Everything good?”

“Yes.”

“How long you gonna be out there?” I glance down at my timepiece. It's already a quarter to ten. I'd like to be home by midnight, if I can help it. I tell him probably another hour or so. “Cool, cool.”

I glance over at Vernon. I want this shit over. Now. I turn my gaze from his. Tell Lamar to hold on, then pull out my personal cell and call Stax.

“Yo,” he says smoothly into the phone. I can hear niggas in the background talking. I think I hear Jasper's voice, but can't be for sure.

“I
need
to see you.”

“When?”

“Tonight.”

“I'm kinda tied up with…”

“Have I ever called you and asked for anything?”

“Nah.”

I breathe in, then out. My voice comes out a soft whisper. “I
need
you
tonight
, Stax.
Please
.”

It gets quiet around him. He's moved away from the loud voices. “Talk to me, Pash.” I swallow. There's something in the way he shortens my name.
Pash
. His voice is gentle, caring. I try to recall if it's always been there. His concern.

“Not over the phone. I need to…
see
you.”

He pauses.

“I got you. Give me like three hours.” I tell him where I'll be. Tell him not to leave me waiting. “I'm always a man of my word.”

“Make me a believer,” I say before ending the call. I place the other phone back up to my ear. “Go ahead and handle those other spots tonight, but not until I send you a text. Be ready.”

“Aiight. What about…?”

“If you still have eyes on him, get him, too.”

I tell him I want that piece of Felecia I had him put on dry ice to finally be displayed. I give him the address in Maplewood where I want it put on show for all to see. I know I'm raising the stakes. But it's time. The only thing I can do now is brace myself for whatever comes in the aftermath. And there will be plenty.

“I got you,” he says. “It's almost over.”

“Yes, it is.” I end the call, walking back over to Vernon. He starts grunting and shaking his head, clearly trying to say something.

“Aaaah, aaaaaaah, aaaah…”

“You know Jasper, don't you?”

He nods. “Aaaaaah, aaaaaah, aaaaah…”

“Is there something you want to tell me before I give you a taste of what you put me through?” He nods his head again. “Good.” I walk around him, then unfasten the gag. He opens and closes his mouth, tries to work out the ache from having his jaws forced open.

His voice comes out hoarse, “W-w-why are you…doin' dis, yo…?”

I slap his face. “You don't
ask
questions, motherfucker! You
answer
them. Now,
why
did you harass and practically stalk me after I told you I wasn't sucking your dick again?”

He shuts his eyes, sighing. “I was dead-ass wrong.”

I slap his face again. This time, my nails graze his cheek, breaking skin. “That's not what I asked you.” I stalk over to my black case and pull out the bolt cutters, then back over to him, opening and closing the blades. His eyes pop open in panic. “Motherfucker, know this. What happens to you
tonight
depends on
you
. If you haven't noticed, I'm a bitch on a mission. So
don't.
Fuck. With. Me.”

“I-I-I'll tell you w-w-whatever you wanna know; just don't cut none'a my s-s-shit off.” I lean into his face, grabbing his dick. “N-n-no. P-p-please, not my d-d-dick.” Fear and panic and horror all coils around him, like a python; slowly squeezing him. He starts crying like a little bitch. “D-D-Don't c-c-cut off my d-d-d-d-dick.”

“Pussy, you harassed the shit out of me, remember that? All because you wanted this neck work, well, tonight you're going to get all the neck you want.” I slap him upside his head with all my might. “That night in my yard, when you attacked me, you slapped me. No man had ever put his hands on me until then.” He tries to apologize and I slap him again. “Save it, nigga.”

I narrow my eyes. Tilt my head, reaching for the lube, then squirting more over his dick. “You like niggas sucking your dick, huh?”

His eyes buck. “Nah. I-I-I a-a-ain't ever have no nigga s-s-suck my s-s-shit.” I stroke his dick. Make it hard for him to
concentrate. “Mmmmph… uh…-I…”

I tighten my grip around his thick shaft, rapidly stroking him up and down, until my fingers are coated in precum. I start moaning, running my tongue over my lips. “So you've never fucked with a nigga.”

He shakes his head, stuttering out another “no.”

The more I stroke him, the more precum he oozes. And I am becoming aroused. My pussy moistens. My lace panties dampen. “No worries, boo. Tonight, you will. I'm going to make sure all of your fantasies come true. Mmmm. This big, long dick.”

He sucks in air, tries to fight back a grunt of pleasure. “N-n-nah, I'm g-g-good.”

I let go of his dick. Take my wet fingers and smear them over his lips. “Lick your lips.” He frowns. “Lick your motherfucking lips. Or”—I pull out a blade, pressing the tip to his bottom lip—“I'll slice these motherfuckers off.”

Hesitantly, he licks them.

“That's right. Taste yourself, nigga.” Next, I step out of my juicy panties, placing the crotch up to his nose. “Smell that? That's my excited pussy, nigga. Knowing you are finally getting what you deserve has me so wet. Lick my panties, motherfucker.”

I narrow my eyes when he hesitates. Stick the tip of my blade into the head of his dick, threatening to slice it open. His tongue extends and he laps in long strokes.

I nod my head over toward a video recorder on a tripod. “Tonight, you're going to get your first starring role in a home video for the viewing pleasure of that fat bitch you're with, all of your baby mothers, your boys, and whomever else
I
decide to send it to. So you better start talking.”

He breaks out in a sweat, then sings like a bird. Tells me the
night he responded to my ad on Nastyfreaks4u.com and met me at Weequahic Park, he didn't know who I was. All he knew is, he wanted to see me again. Wanted another round of head. But got snatched up by the sheriffs for not paying child support and sat in the county for three months thinking about how good I sucked his dick until he was finally released.

He swallows, then licks his dry lips. I reach for a water bottle filled with a chilled golden liquid. Tell him to open his mouth. Then squirt a stream into his mouth. He coughs. Gags. I tell him it's piss.

“The sooner you tell me what I need to know, the sooner you get out of here. Dead or alive…it's up to you.”

The realization that he may end up bodied quickly motivates him to get his mind right. He tells me he sent me an email the first chance he got his hands on a computer, in hopes to get his dick back down into my throat. But when I turned him down, he felt dissed and got pissed.

I roll my eyes. Let out an impatient sigh. Tell him to fast-forward this shit. All I want to know is, how Jasper fits into all of it. He tells me he didn't know Jasper personally. That he knew of him through some other niggas in the hood. But he wasn't the one who paid him to harass me, or attack me. That Jasper never even stepped to him. It was a chick.

“I swear on my kids, I ain't know who you was until the day I was at my man's crib ‘n' I peeped you in dat news article. I was like, ‘oh, shit. Word is bond. Dat's da bitch who sucked my dick.' I tol' him how bananas ya head game was.”

I cringe.

“My peoples hipped me to who you was. Then tol' me he used to fuck ya peoples on the low.” I ask him who. He tells me he can't
remember her name, but knows she worked at my salon ‘n' used to answer the phones when he'd call there for me. He doesn't have to say anything more. I already know whom he's talking about.

“Felecia,” I mumble. All along that bitch knew. She played the shit out of me.

“Yeah, her. My mans hit her up ‘n' tol' her what I tol' him. A few days later she had him hit me up ‘n' said she wanted to holla at me.”

I blink. Feel myself getting sick as he tells me how that grimy bitch fucked him and his nigga that night, then offered him five grand to stalk me. That bitch was behind my windows being smashed out. Behind that nigga AJ walking up into my shop and calling me out. Behind him attacking me. For five grand, that dead bitch tried to have me done in.

I glance at the time. It's 11:37 p.m. I have to hurry out of here. Need to get back to my suite to freshen up before I meet with Stax. I had no intentions of fucking him when I initially called him. I only wanted to get him away from Jasper. Wanted him away from the fire. But, now…want to
fuck
. Him.

One last time.

Before it's all over.

I walk behind Vernon. Tell him to open his mouth. He initially refuses, until I threaten to saw off his balls. His mouth snaps open wide, allowing me to fasten the mouth gag back on. I flip up the inverted table he's on, so that his head is now upside down.

He grunts.

I squat down, take the leather strap in my hand, then secure his head with the strap to keep it from moving around. “Don't worry. You'll get out of here alive.”

“Aaaah, aaaaah, ugggh, ugggh!”

His eyes roll around in their sockets as he tries to see what I'm doing next. I walk over to my case. Pull out a deluxe chastity anal plug from my case, then walk back over to him.

His eyes widen. “Aaah, aaaah, ugggggh, ugggggh…”

“Stop all that noise, bitch!” I reach down and punch him in his eye. “You're not getting your dick sliced off. You're not getting bodied. You're not getting your tongue or ears sliced off. You're not getting whipped with barbed wire or having your fingers cut off. All you're going to get is a little ass-play and some cum, then get dumped out on your front lawn. So why the fuck are you carrying on, huh?”

I lube the plug. “I'm going to stick this in your ass.” Unlike most ass plugs you just slide in, this one lets you expand its size up to almost three inches, stetching your ass nice and wide, then allowing you to lock it in place. I let him know this.

He grunts and groans louder. Tries to break free from the restraints.

I glance around the space. The masked niggas are good and lit up, loud-talking and laughing about some chick in the video they're watching not being able to handle a dick in her ass, throat, and pussy at the same time. Each one bragging about what they'd do to her if they were there.

I catch Mel's attention as he's walking out of some kind of back office area and talking on his cell. I give him a hand signal, letting him know that it's time for his hood stripper/escorts his
peoples
recruited to be ready for what's next. But first…

I return my attention back to Vernon. “I'm going to piss in your fucking face for making my life a living hell.” I lift my ankle-length skirt up over my knees, then slowly lower my bare pussy over his head. “You see all that pretty pussy?” I taunt. “Look up into my
pussy hole, nigga, or I'm going to gouge your eyes out.”

“Aaaaah, aaaaaah, arrrrrrrrgh, arrrrrrrgh, arrrrrrrrrrgh…”

I piss all over his face.

When I'm finished soaking his face with a golden shower, I use a feminine wipe to clean off, then wipe his face with it. “Now, for the grand finale.” I wave Mel and his freak crew over. “Those six niggas over there wearing those masks are going to come over here with their big, hard dicks and use your face and opened mouth as a cum dump.”

“Arrrrrrrgh, arrrrrrrgh, arrrrrrrgh…”

The hard, horny thugs, who will all walk out of here two grand richer than they were before stepping in here, make their way over toward us. “Here they coooooooome,” I jeer, reaching between his legs and working the four-inch plug into his tight, hairy manhole. His growling becomes more intense, excruciating, as I twist the rubber bulb stretching him open. The widening of the plug is supposed to be done in slow increments, but I am pressed for time. And I'm not interested in making this fucker comfortable. So I stretch him open to full capacity.

Then lock the plug in place, smiling as I toss the small key down into a drain in the cement floor. “When the party's over,” I add, walking off to pack my leather case, “you'll need to have that plug cut out of your ass.”

I stand. Watch three hard-body, chocolate thugs—horned up from weed, booze, and watching porn—position themselves over Mr. MydickneedsUrtongue2's piss-stained face, rapidly stroking their rock-hard dicks, while the other three look on in back of them—watching and waiting for their turns, slowly edging themselves to climax.