“Don’t be, baby. It’s going to hurt real good. I promise. You have to trust me.”
She nodded. “I trust you.”
I slipped her shirt over her eyes and tied it loosely. “Open your mouth.” She did as she was told, and I poured a little liquor in her mouth. “Close and swallow.”
She did and cringed. “More.”
I poured a little more, then took a gulp. I set the bottle down on the nightstand, then swirled my tongue around her right areola before pulling her nipple into my mouth, nibbling softly. I repeated the process with the other one, then dragged my tongue down her stomach to her navel. I could feel the chill bumps rising on her skin as I slipped her skirt and panties off. I licked around her naked mound with a landing strip and the crease between her pussy and thigh.
“Baye,” she called out, pushing her hips forward, urging me to eat. I teased her a little more, then took one long lick, closed my mouth, and sucked.
“Ooooh, gahhh.” Her body shuddered, and I closed my eyes and continued to enjoy my meal. I made her cum three times before flipping her over on her stomach, pulling her hips up, and watching her back dip into a perfect arch.
“You been bad as fuck, mama. You know what happens to bad girls, right?” I asked, rubbing her clit in a circular motion.
“Mmm, baby.”
“Answer me.”
“Yesss.”
“Mmhmm. I’m ’bout to spank that ass.” I could feel her body tense, and I smiled at what I was about to do to her.
“You been bad as fuck,mama. You know what happens to bad girls, right?” he asked, rubbing my clit in a circular motion. His voice had dropped an octave, and my heart beat like a drum in my chest.
Something told me that I was about to get a different Basil than the one before, and I was both nervous and excited for what was in store. The faint bass from the music outside the door matched the pounding of my heart and the pulse of my clit.
“Mmm, baby.” I moaned.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
“Yesss.”
“Mmhmm. I’m ’bout to spank that ass.”
He rubbed my ass before giving it a hard slap, then rubbed it gently in a soothing manner.
“Basil!” I cried, feeling myself getting wetter by the minute.
“Shut up,” he said, repeating the process with the other cheek. He spanked me several times before I felt myself climaxing again. My body melted, and I felt his dick breach my opening. Before I could even get my thoughts together, heslammed into me with force. My back pushed upward, then dipped again.
“Fuck, Baye!”
“What’s my name again?” he asked, pounding into me.
“Baye, . . . shit! Mmmm!”
“Tell me how you feeling, mama.”
“I-I can’t. It’s too . . . hard.” I couldn’t explain the insurmountable pleasure and pain I felt all at once.
“You can do it. I believe in you, baby. You’re mine, right?”
“Yessss!” I yelled, throwing my ass back on him. This was different for me. I never really liked rough sex, but things were different with Basil. His mouth, those words, and that voice made me want to surrender everything to him.
Me—a whole prosecutor with my fancy degrees, and I was tied to a bedpost, getting pounded by my manny.
The way he code-switched was impressive. One minute, he spoke professionally, then the next, he spoke like he grew up in the hood.
