Authors: Lolah Lace
“Yes Coach.”
“I can do that but first I’m going to punish you for your behavior. You tried to leave me.”
“I’m sorry.”
I spread Kari’s legs wide enough for my head to fit through them. I laid on my back and placed my head directly below her glistening pussy, sandwiched between her thighs. I had a worm’s eye view of her juicy pussy lips, her pretty pink hole and her swollen pointy clit. I wonder how many licks it would take to get this tootsie to pop?
I blow my breath on her clit. I watched her pussy lips quiver. “Please don’t hurt me.”
“No, never.” I was lying. No pain, no gain.
I looked up at her pussy suspended above my face. This is one of the most beautiful sights I have ever seen. Her luscious folds were
puffy and slick. That’s the way uh-huh, uh-huh I like it.
I’m thirsty for her juice. I need to make it drip down into my mouth like a waterfall. I want to swallow
a long string of her cum. I want to choke of her tasty honey sauce.
My hand roamed the mattress looking for my secret weapon. There it is. My cock jumped as soon as I wrapped my hands around my weapon. Tonight my third weapon of choice was the plastic spatula from the kitchen. The first weapon I would say was my finger, the second, my tongue. This spatula would really get her pussy wetter and teach her a lesson in humility.
I wielded the spatula and swatted Kari on her ass.
“Oh!” She cried out. Her body slumped down and her pussy lips brushed against my nose.
“Get up or I will double your punishment!” The bass in my voice made her legs
quiver. Kari lifted her snatch off my face. I positioned myself so I could get a good intimate look into her hole. Fuck yeah! I fought the urge to pierce my fingers inside her.
I swatted her two-
timing ass again, harder this time. “Ohhhhh!” She wailed. I watched as her juicy hole opened and closed with her fevered breathing.
This shit is hot. This shit is making my cock point to the heavens.
I’m supposed to be torturing her but I’m torturing myself.
I swatted her sexy ass again
. “OHHHH!!!” I watched as her creamy milk pushed out of her sacred hole. How many ass smacks until it pours from her cunt and lands in my mouth. One maybe two.
This is
stimulating but I must calm down. My cock is oozing precum. If I ejaculate from this I am truly a sadist. Kari isn’t telling me to stop. I can’t hurt my princess. No more than two more taps and then I’m done.
I hit her again and her tunnel of love
opened up and an explosion of her orgasm seeped out in one long generous string. I titled my chin up. My throat was ready to swallow it all and that’s what I did.
“Mason let me ride your white horse.”
Fuck yeah! “Sure baby, let me take the cuffs off.” I removed the cuffs and as soon as Kari was free she pushed me down on my back. She straddled me hard and rough. She jumped down on my saddle and rode my cock. She bucked me brutally and fucked me harder than that. I was a wild stallion but she had ridden in this rodeo many times before. She was a pro. I love my personal professional cock rider. Giddy up cowgirl!
“Oh God I love you!” Shit that was me. I said that.
“Ummmm, I love you.” Kari moaned as she rolled her hips on my cock and her cream ran down a marinated my balls. Kari leaned forward bending my cock with her movements. Her breasts touched my chest. Her lips brushed my earlobe. “Mason, I love you.”
I wrapped my arms around her back and rolled her over so I could be on top.
I twisted my legs in hers. We laid flat and straight as I pumped down and up inside her. I listened to her screams as they drowned out my grunts.
With my face mashed against her cheek we both came. I placed a soft kiss on her cheek. That was fucking amazing.
“Mason, the spatula is under my shoulder.”
I only moved my hand to dislodge
the kitchen tool from under my Kari. I didn’t have the strength to pull out so I just left my cock buried in my princess. I closed my heavy eyes. I nuzzled my nose alongside the skin of her cheek as she held me. Sleep.
CHAPTER 6
KARI
I woke
up the next morning in bed all alone. It was Tuesday, I think. I was a little hungover. I was a little achy. I was a little weak and weary. The inside of my thighs were moist and crusty. Mason had given me a blast from the past and a peak into the future we could have together. I love him but I want to kill him with my bare hands sometimes. He is an irreplaceable hot mess.
There is no other man like him.
He was one of a kind. I don’t even know where to begin to understand him but somehow I do understand him. He is this force that has me shook. I try to be strong but he makes me weak. I try to be tough but he makes me cotton-ball soft. I try to be on top and he flips me over, smashes my face into the pillow and says take all this big cock.
Last night was s
o intense. Every night with Mason is intense. He is an intense ass muthafucka. I swear I felt like he was rearranging my internal organs when he was pounding inside me. He had to have penetrated my ovaries, fallopian tubes and all that female stuff on the inside.
He is really trying
to prove he’s the better man. I have to admit to myself that he is the better man. Mason has proved his point. He’s so right. He’s wrong. He’s so left. He’s right. I sound like a crazy person. So many of the things he says are true. He knows who I am and he doesn’t try to change me.
A life with Mason is a life full of extra-ness. The life I planned with Jack was full of calm
and tranquility. I don’t know how to process everything that has happened since November ninth. That date will forever be etched in my brain. Since one door closed, does that mean one door opened? Or are all my doors locked shut?
I sat up in bed and swung my
manicured toes to the floor. I was going to get my bearings this time. I refuse to fall to the floor this time. I suddenly went into a panic as my head whipped around to the basement door.
Oh snap, the door
was wide open. Mason kept his promise to let me roam free. I could now exhale. Shoop, shoop, yes I was waiting to exhale. I get to walk around this place freely.
There was a stack of papers on the bedside table. I grabbed them so I could get a closer look. I read the top sheet.
It read Decree of Divorce. It said it was issued in Will County, Illinois. Mason’s name was under plaintiff. Tess’ name was typed under defendant. There was a case number, a file number, a date and a lot of paragraphs.
I lifted the first page and my eyes scanned the other pages. There were a lot
of pages to this document. The papers also listed the terms of the divorce and it was signed by a judge. The divorce had been granted. It was right here in black and white.
What does this mean? Does it mean he means business? Does it mean he’s serious about a future with me?
Why did he sit it here for me to see? For so long Mason had my nose wide open. He was always playing me crazy. Sometimes I felt like I was number one, other times the side piece and other times the red beans and rice. These divorce papers almost seem like an optical illusion.
I jumped out of bed and a feeling of pure joy washed over me. I started humming the music to
The Wiz, Ease On Down The Road
. “Da-dum da da da.” I felt the need to sing and dance and that’s just what I did because Iz free.
“Don’t you carry nothing that might be a load, c’mon ease on down, ease on down, down the road.” I twirled and kicked like Diana Ross had
taken possession of my body. I had my imaginary young Michael Jackson on one side and my imaginary Nipsey Russell on the other side.
I was going to find a way to get out of this house and lookey lookey my cell phone is right here on the table.
I picked up my cell. Mason had texted me. I read his text. [I left for work. Be home around 5:30.]
I
’m not going to respond. I needed a plan and I needed clothes. I wasn’t running away this time. I was going out for a wee bit of air. I was storming away from the crazy castle while my Lord King Mason was building his merry fortresses about the land.
I looked over at the d
igital clock and it was only nine in the morning. If I get out of here quick I can be back before Mason gets in from work.
First
, wash my ass. Second, find some clothes to wear out in the blistering cold. I danced over to the three white and red plastic Target bags that were on the floor in the corner.
I searched in the bags and saw a few bras. They were the right size
, 36C. There were thongs in various colors, no panties. No surprise there. He had got me a few shirts, a large sweater and two pairs of jeans. The jeans were the right size. He also got me shoes, ballerina flats and some cute black boots with buckles on them. How the hell does Mason know all my sizes? Freaky.
I took a bath instead of a shower
. I needed to soak my cootie cat. I dressed in the clothes Mason bought and I must say I looked half-way decent. The buckled boots were especially cute on me. My hair was a mess, no gel but my perm was fresh so a little water made it lay flat enough.
I roamed the house that was more like a mansion. There were bedrooms everywhere.
Some of the rooms smelled like paint. There were even more rooms in the basement. I was being held hostage in only one of them.
The dining area was spacious but there wasn’t any furniture in the house. The kitchen cabinets were bare of food but there were a few pots
, pans and utensils. The refrigerator had milk and a few bottles of water. There was more food in the basement frig.
Mason hasn’t had this place long. Ther
e was no landline in the house but there was cable and an internet connection. There was only the one bed that I slept in and the one flatscreen TV that was in the basement with me.
I found my way into the g
arage. My car was the only vehicle parked inside it. Where the hell are my car keys? I stopped moving to think. I remembered my spare key.
Ever since I became a mother I always keep a spare key car in my make-up bag. One of my friends accidentally locked
her infant inside her car at a gas station. It was the dead of winter. I never forgot it. So when I had Trey I made sure I had two keys on me at all times.
I rushed back into the house.
Mason had given me back my purse. I was sure Mason didn’t look in my make-up bag. Why would he?
I raced down to the basement and I found my purse. My spare car key was in the make-up bag.
I always found a rubber band so I made me a ponytail.
I stopped
moving long enough to think about Mason coming home early to check up on me. I could leave a note. I was starting to panic. I needed to calm my dumb ass down. I was thinking too hard about Mason’s feelings. If he came back and I was gone, it would be hell to pay. It would also hurt him. I should just go before I change my mind. I’m coming back, I am. I told him I would. I promised. Whatever. Bounce bitch.
My feet reluctantly took me back up the stairs. I went
out the back door into the garage and went on my way. I got to the main road and recognized the street sign.
I had a few s
tops to make before I returned to prison. I made my own work release program. I was on borrowed time so I couldn’t turn back now.
I made a phone call and had a destination
to go to in seconds. I pulled up to my girl Toya’s house. She was off on Tuesdays and Wednesdays. Her kids were in school so we would get to have some privacy. I needed it. I needed her counsel. I needed to unload. I had a lot to say to her. She opened her front door before I got a chance to ring her doorbell.
“Hey girl.” I stepped inside her home and gave her a hug.
“Is that my home girl?”
“It’s me. It’s me.” I joked.
“OMG you are alive and well.”
“I am alive. But w
ell…I don’t know about that one.” Toya closed the door behind me.
I walked over to her couch and plopped down.
“Fill in the blanks Miss Lady. I flipped the ‘F’ out when you didn’t show up at the church. I was like oh my goodness, oh my goodness.” Toya ran around in two full circles. “I was like this chick must think she Julia Roberts in Runaway Bride.”
“More like that blonde girl in Taken.”
“Taken, okay then.” Toya titled her head and peered over the lenses of her glasses at me. She took a seat in the lounge chair in front of me.
“Oh Toya, w
here do I start?”
“From the beginning, skip the prologue.
‘Aint nobody got time fo’ that.” Toya successfully mimicked Sweet Brown.
“Okay.”
“Wait, wait. Do I need some popcorn, Raisinets or Gummie Bears or something?”
“Girl, don’t play with me. I’m fragile.”
“Wait, wait. You know Jack has called me.”