Ruthless (37 page)

“I don't want anything else to
ever
happen to you.” He steps in and pulls me into his arms, giving me a tight embrace. I feel myself melting into him. “Fuck, Pash.” Silence drifts in between us. And in those several moments, I feel him growing against me. I fight the urge to reach between his legs and grab him. I want to drop to my knees and throat his cock right here, right out in the open. “Why the fuck you do this to me, huh? This shit is fuckin' crazy,” he finally says, snatching me out of my lusty thoughts. “I gotta stay away from you, Pash.”

I nod my head into his chest, feeling safe in a way that I've never felt with anyone else. Yet, understanding all too well what he's saying. “I know, Stax.”

He steps back from me. “When you gettin' at Jasp?” I tell him tonight. “Hit me up when you're done.” I tell him he'll be dumped where he dumped me. He nods, pulling me into his arms again. “You in my heart, Pash. Don't
ever
forget that.”

“Do you love me, Stax?” I ask, again, not really sure if I even want to hear his response. I don't realize I'm holding my breath until he cups the side of my face in his hand, then lightly brushes his fingertips over my lips.

He pulls in his bottom lip, then says, “C'mon, Pash. What you think?”

I roll my eyes. “Why can't you just answer the question? It's either yes or no.”

He kisses me on the forehead. “Go handle your business. Then let me handle mine.”

Nothing else is said as he walks me back to my SUV. Mel gives him a head nod, opening the door for me. I climb into the backseat, and he shuts the door. Stax stands there with his hands stuffed in his pocket, staring into the window. I feel his eyes burning through the tint, warming my skin and heating my pussy.

Even as we drive off, I can still feel him, smell him, all over me. The reply to my question still unanswered with words. Yet, spoken in the intensity of his gaze.

I cover my hands in my face.
Mygod, what have I done?

It's finally over when it's over…

A
ugust 27, 2011, in front of a hundred-plus designer-clad guests all gathered on three acres of sprawling, manicured property—under a huge white, air conditioned tent with its white plush carpet, flickering candles, torches, and hundreds of gorgeous white roses everywhere—I sauntered down a red-carpeted aisle a shaky, nervous, nail-biting mess on the inside, but was every bit the blushing, glowing, beautiful bride on the outside as I made my way to the altar, smiling wide, pretending… picture-perfect and ready to exchange vows with a man who less than six months prior had had me tied up down in a basement being tossed around and manhandled by a bunch of no-good motherfuckers whom he'd recruited and paid to
force
their dicks into my mouth.

Because I had cheated on him.

Because I had betrayed him.

The price for my indiscretions, my punishment: rape her soul and let her do what she does best—suck dick. Then for the grand hoorah…flick off the lights and beat the life out of her, then toss her naked body in a park, bloody and unconscious.

And still…said, “I do.”

And still…pretended.

And…waited.

For the day I could, I would, finally savor the sweet, bitter taste of retribution.

With smiles and beguiling eyes, I sucked and fucked a ruthless, cold-hearted nigga, playing my position and being the bitch that learned her place, all the while, plotting and planning and preparing for my moment. To exact revenge against the one nigga who stripped my spirit and left me for dead.

Jasper.

The bad boy I gave my heart to.

The ruthless nigga I once loved and feared.

The grimy motherfucker who tried to have me killed.

And tonight, less than four months into a sham of a marriage, after eleven-and-a-half years of history together…this is where it all ends.

Down in a basement.

Six masked niggas.

And Jasper.

Naked and tied up with his face covered in a waiting for the Mistress of Ceremony. Me. The bitch he crossed; his judge, his jury, and the executioner of his miserable fate.

I reach for my flute of champagne; careful not to mess up the talons I've put on and painted over my own nails, and take a slow, deliberate sip. I swirl my tongue around the wet coolness of the bubbly elixir, then swallow. I take another sip, then set my glass on the table.

I breath in a deep breath. Shyne's “Bad Boyz” plays again on the portable stereo. The song that blared through the speakers the night I met Jasper. The song I have locked on repeat, playing over and over as I prepare myself, as I get ready for the most explosive performance of my life.

Tonight, all eyes will be on me. And I, along with the show I am going to put on, will be stained in every onlookers mind.

If Jasper survives tonight, he'll be haunted, tormented, and painfully turned on by tonight's special delivery. Unlike the way that nigga had his goons toss me around, crawling on my knees, getting slapped in the face with their dicks, like some dirty gutter whore, I'm going to fuck his world up sensually.

As sick and twisted as it may be, I'm going to straddle Jasper and ride his thick, nine-inch, condom-wrapped dick one last time until he floods it with his cock milk. Then I am going to turn on the sixty-inch flat-screen TV and play the video footage I secretly recorded of me fucking Stax and of him eating my pussy and fucking him in his ass. I want Jasper to feel violated and dirty and hurt the way I felt finding out he'd fucked Felecia. I want him to know I fucked his right-hand man, that I fucked Stax. That his own cousin snaked him, the way mine snaked me.

Without thought, I bounce my ass and snap my fingers, getting caught up in the “Bad Boyz” beat, staring at myself in the mirror. I glance at the time, strutting over to my chirping cell alerting me I have a text. I glance at the screen. It's a text from Booty. O
OOH
U
NO GOOD DIRTY BITCH
!!!!! M
OTHERFUCK U, GODDAMMIT
! W
HERE'S MY SHIT, BITCH
?

F
UCK U 2, SWEETIE,
I text back, tossing my phone into my bag, then applying another coat of coconut shimmer body butter over my skin. I slip into a diamond-studded black satin bustier, then strap on a black leather harness with detachable flap. I step into a pair of red five-inch Gucci platform pumps. Then for the final touch, I open a silver box and pull out a black masquerade mask adorned with glitter and ruby rhinestones, carefully placing it on. I apply a coat of red lipstick over my lips, then glide a coat of gloss on them.

When I am done, I refill my drink, then stand before the mirror. My breath snatches as I stare at the reflection in front of me. What I see is breathtaking. Sexy. Seductive. Scandalous.

And…sadistically sensual.

I am pleased at what I see. Very much so. Beautiful shimmering skin that glistens just so under the lighting. A gorgeous body. And a gleam in my to-die-for hazel eyes that I haven't seen in almost two years.

I glance at the time again. A quarter to nine.

I take a deep breath as I lift my flute. “Well, this it. The moment you've been waiting for. Here's to a night they will soon never forget.” I take a big gulp of champagne, then another, then another, finally setting the empty glass down.

I slip into a black robe, grab my black leather case, then head out of the makeshift dressing room/office I used to prepare myself. As soon as I step into the hall for a patiently waiting Mel to escort me down to the basement, his eyes practically pop out of their sockets.

“Damn.” It's all he says. It's all that's needed to be said. His roaming eyes say the rest.

It's showtime.

So let the seduction and torture begin.

When the trap springs shut, a caged nigga will feel the wrath of the bitch he's fucked over…

T
here he lies. In the center of the basement, on a table, strapped down naked. His face is covered with the black gag mask wth snap-on blinders and removable muzzle I'd decided not to use on Legend the night of his demise.

I have no idea who any of these six masked niggas standing around drinking and smoking are. And I don't need to know. All I know is, they've smacked Jasper around for the last few hours under my direction. And now they're only here as props to add to the humiliation.

All talking stops when they spot me. You can almost hear a pin drop as I walk by, the light scent of coconut trailing behind me. All I hear is, “Oh shit… Goddaaaaayuum she's bad as fuck… Damn,
that's
who that nigga fucked over…?”

Mel positions himself over by the stairs, sitting on a pleather barstool.

Lamar limps over to me, leans in and whispers, “You sure you want all these cats down here watchin' this?”

I nod, turning my back to him as I unfasten my robe and let it slide off my shoulders. He takes it, folding it over his arm. I turn to face him as his eyes drop down to the slow rise and fall of my breasts. Subconsciously, he licks his lips.

“They stay,” I say, walking toward the table, feeling their eyes on the sway of my bare ass cheeks. I swallow, hard, taking in Jasper's nakedness, drinking in the ripped body I once adored. I place the case at the foot of the table between his spread legs, opening it, then pulling out a six-, eight-, and twelve-inch dildo, laying them down on the table. Next I pull out a XL stainless steel chasity cock cage, then a deep throat gag.

I hear someone say, “Daaaaaaaaayum, that nigga 'bout to really catch it.”

Jasper grunts.

In the right corner, I spot the portable spanking pad with the restraints all set up and ready for use.

Lastly, I pull out a bottle of Pjur Eros lube, then squirt it all over his flaccid dick. The dick I once sucked and loved and couldn't get enough of.

I take it in my hand, stroking it.

Japser grunts again, his legs twitching. He lifts his head up from the table but is unable to see anything with the blinders over his eyes. I keep stretching and stroking his dick; it isn't cooperating. It needs a little motivation, I think, letting it go and reaching up and yanking off Jasper's blinders so he can. See. Me.

He blinks. Tries to adjust his eyes to the light, until he finally blinks me into focus. “Remember me? The bitch you threatened and forced to marry you. The bitch you had kidnapped for cheating on you.” His eyes widen. “Don't look shook now, nigga.
Everything
you had done to me, I'm going to do to you. But, first, I'm going to fuck you one last time, Jasper. You want this pussy one last time, nigga?”

He grunts, shaking his head.

I slap his face, blocking out everyone else in the room. “Shut
the fuck up, nigga. I'ma fuck your dick, bitch. So I need you to relax, so it gets hard for me. Otherwise”—I reach for the scalpel strapped to my thigh, placing it up to his neck—“I'm going to slice into you inch by inch until you bleed out. You wanted to fuck with me? Now I'm going to fuck with you, bitch. I'm going to show you what type of bitch I really am. So give me a hard dick, Jasper, so I can fuck you into my pussy. Understand?”

He grunts, his eyes filling with what looks like pleas. I ignore them, reaching for his dick again. Stroke it. Feel my pussy start to churn as it finally begins to thicken. When it bricks, I tear open the Magnum, then roll it down on his dick. “Yeah, motherfucker, this is the hard dick you liked forcing inside my pussy, isn't it?”

He grunts again. A chill passes through my skin as I climb up on the table and straddle him. Blood rushes down through my veins, making its way to my clit as I reach in back of me and press his dick into the back of my pussy. But it isn't his dick I'm fucking when I close my eyes and gasp. It isn't him stretching me open as he groans into the warmth as I slowly roll my hips.

I don't look at him. I can't. Not yet. “You miss this tight pussy, don't you, nigga? Big black dick feels so good in my pussy…”

Ohgod, the dick really does start getting good and I am moaning, loudly now, gripping it as I ride up and down on it. “Yeah, motherfucker, this is the pussy you was ready to kill for, isn't it? You kept stealing this pussy anytime I didn't wanna give it to you, didn't you, nigga?”

He grunts.

I am oblivious to the peering eyes in back of me.

I open my eyes and blink in Jasper. I slap his face.

He grunts. He bucks his hips upward. He doesn't want this. He does. But not like this. He's trying to fight it, but this pussy's too
wet, too juicy, too hot, for him to resist, for him to hold out much longer.

I reach in back of me for his balls. They slowly tighten as my skilled fingers slide behind them, moving in slow circles. He grunts again, his hips bucking frantically now.

I hear the niggas in back of me groan. Perhaps in aching frustration having to sit through this, watching my ass clap around Jasper's cock, breathing the heated scent of my wet pussy.

I know this nigga's body like the back of my hand. I pinch his nipples, the triggers to his balls.

I ignore Jasper's knowing eyes. Five days with no pussy, no ass, no throat, he's about to explode.

And he does as I maliciously coo, “Oooh, yessss, Stax… give me all that thick, hot nut. Flood my pussy, big daddy.” His eyes widen as I lift my hips up off his dick, smirking.

He violently jerks his head up, growling and groaning. I slap his face again. “Yeah, I fucked him, and what?” He grunts, shaking his head. I reach for his sticky dick, pulling off the cum-filled condom, then stuffing it into the opening of his mouth. He gags, jerking his head, then shaking it side to side, trying to dislodge the condom.

“What, you don't like the taste of a condom in your mouth? Shut the fuck up, bitch! You fucked Felecia, motherfucker. So I fucked Stax.” I tilt my head. “All is fair in the art of love and war, isn't it? How does that shit feel, nigga, knowing Stax had his big, thick, ten-inch dick all up inside this good pussy, huh? Had I known he was so damn good in bed, I would have been fucking him your whole bid, nigga, instead of creeping out sucking all them niggas' dicks.”