He giggled. "As long as you're with me, they're unavoidable, ma'am. Now tell me, what do you want to talk about?"
I opened my mouth to speak when Deshoni started to choke. Before I could grab him, Trek sprang into action. He removed the food from Deshoni's mouth, then lifted his little arms in the air.
Deshoni coughed a little more. Once it looked like he was fine, Trek lowered his arms. He grabbed his cup of juice and took it down.
I walked over and smoothed his dark curls back. "You okay, baby?"
He nodded. "Yes, Ma Ma."
"Alright, big boy."
Deshoni went back to his food as if nothing had happened, and we took our seats. I turned to Trek. "Thank you. You moved so fast."
"Of course. I can't let anything happen to my lil' patna' or his mama. Tell me what's on your mind?" Trek quizzed again.
I took a big swallow of my lemonade. I was more nervous than a hooker at a Baptist church. It was now or never, though. "Um, Trek, I wanna know aboutyourroom?"
He smirked, rubbing his hands together. "What room? Can you elaborate, please?"
My eyes widened at his question. He knew damn well what room I spoke about. "Why are you playin' with me? I'm talking abouttheeroom. The room that holds all the equipment of a sexual kingdom."
"Ahh, that room. Why do you wanna know? Is my bestie looking to play with me in there?"
I swallowed hard again.Was I? Did I? Would I? Possibly.I was a Virgo, though. I needed more information.
"First, when did you take an interest in BDSM? Secondly, how come you never shared with me?" I probed, staring at my half-eaten sandwich.
"Eyes on me," he commanded.
My eyes flew to him, as if they were magnetized.
"Good girl. You follow my commands so well. That's why I know you're going to have fun in that room. But, BDSM became a part of me years ago during one of my transportation trips. I was introduced to that lifestyle, and now it's a part of me. I didn't tell you because I wasn't sure how you'd feel about it. Believe me when I say I wanted to tell you, but I was nervous. Your viewpoint of me matters greatly to me."
"I understand, but I hope you know that after all these years, I'll never judge you. Had you told me, I would've been surprised, but I would've respected it like I do now."
"Of course I know, but I appreciate the reassurance."
"You're welcome. I have another question."
"Shoot," he replied, lustfully licking his lips.
"Ha-have you ever brought any women home to play in your room with you?"
"No. I thought about it a few times, but I've always wanted you to be the first and last woman I entertained in my room." Trek stood. He walked around his island until he stood directly behind me. His large hands gently caressed my neck.
I froze in place. That didn't stop my heart from pounding or the tiny chill bumps that danced along my skin. God, it felt so good. Hell, his touch alone felt as if we made love. The warmth from his hands reminded me of how secure and safe I felt with him. Only Trek could provide that feeling for me.
One of his hands gripped my throat, but it wasn't too tight. He tilted my head back, and our eyes met. There was a cocky grin on his face, not to mention the hard thump on my back from the monster he toted. Trek was absolutely blessed in the penis department.
Trek licked his full and shapely lips again. My mouth watered, and my pussy pulsed. Oh, I had a craving for him like I did for something sweet after dinner. I wanted him badly.
"I wanna play with you, Travel, but I want you to want to play with me. When you're ready, all you have to do is tell me you want to play, and I'll handle the rest."
Trek released my neck, and his lips lowered to my ears. "I hope you choose to play with me because I wanna play in and around that pussy so bad. Think about it." He pecked my neck before strolling away.
Once Trek was out of sight, I released a deep breath of air. My hands couldn't fan me fast enough. Damn, it felt as if I were in a sauna. It was just a matter of time. We'd play together, and sooner than he thought.
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