Once Chase reached the last button, he flung open his shirt, revealing a body of a God. “What’s the safe word?” he gritted.
Slow, strut, slow, strut.
I continued until I reached the table without saying a word.
“Nemo!” he called out.
I grabbed the mask from the table and slid it on before turning to face him. “Chase and Coffee,” I moaned.
I placed one leg in front of the other and pointed to the floor. “Before we play Menace May I. Nemo has a request.”
A smirk appeared on his face. “Oh, does she? I’ll tell you what Nemo can have whatever she wants, but only under one condition. When it’s my turn, the only way, and I mean the only way, you’ll get out of what I want to do is if Nemo begs for it.”
I grinned. “I don’t beg.”
He winked. “But that pussy will. I promise.”
I wanted to laugh, but his face showed he was serious. I wasn’t sure what had taken control of him from the moment he left this house until now, but I did know that Chase was no longer in the room, and that meant Nemo was about to be serving a platter of Christmas pussy all night long.
CHASE
When I approached the door, my stomach sank, and that tingling feeling pulled me in. I knew Nemo was on the other side. It had always been that side of her that made a nigga nervous. I knew we hadn’t gone there in a while, and I needed to bring my best tonight. Coffee had seen different sides of me, but what she was about to get tonight was Menace that steals pussy.
The way she stood in front of me, looking like a chocolate goddess covered in a bronze glaze with her two-piece red set being the fucking cherry on top, had me tapping in. A nigga’s mind shifted into something dark. Chase was gone, and the nigga wasn’t clocking in until the morning. Coffee had escaped being pregnant since the first time, but tonight I was planting a present in her ass.
I had gone to step closer, and she extended her leg to stop me. “Knees, nigga!” she spat.
I ran my tongue over my lips as I lowered my head and nodded. As she asked, a nigga got on his knees. “You sure you want to take it there? Nemo, once I’m in, baby, I’m in.”
Slow, strut. Slow, strut.
It had always been that fucking walk that did it for me. When most people saw Coffee, they saw innocence, maybe insecurities because of her birthmark, but me, I saw a woman who mastered the art of seduction, a woman who didn’t mind doing the freakiest things for a nigga, a woman who was stronger than she wanted to admit, a mother, a life partner, and a woman I now called my wife.
When she reached me, she placed one leg to the side of me while her pussy was at eye level. I inhaled deeply as my hand slid up her leg.
Slap!
She lowered her head toward me. “No. Bad Menace.”
My eyes slowly rose toward her. “Coffee—”
Slap!
“It’s Nemo!” she barked.
My jaws tightened. “Cof—”
Slap!
I snapped. I shot up from the floor, now towering over her with my nose flared. “I don’t give a fuck what we’re playing, you know, I don’t like when you slap me.”
Slap!
My hand clenched her neck as I swung her around, lifting and slamming her against the window. Coffee’s sultry smile lingered on her face. “There he is. Now that’s the Menace I want.”
I gripped tighter as my face leaned forward. My tongue slid up her birthmark. “You make a nigga want to be nasty,” I growled.
She wrapped her legs around me, pulling me in tighter. There was something about her tonight that felt different. It wasn’t bad, but the energy she was giving off was quite emotional. I tried to keep my thoughts clear, but part of me wanted to make love to her, caress her, and protect her from whatever fear she carried inside. However, Coffee was giving me something I hadn’t felt in a long time, and I was determined to make this shit count. I removed my hand from her neck and gripped her waist. I pushed her body upward against the window. She rested her legs over my shoulders as my arms locked around her thighs.
