I slowly removed her panties and unlatched her bra, peeling off garments until she was standing in front of me naked. The way the neon light glimmered over her body was like a work of art itself.
“We’re going to start this off slow. Then I’m going to pick it up. Do you understand?”
“Yes.”
I pecked at her cheeks before I removed the eye mask. “Oh my God, Dio! Is that me?” she squealed.
I watched as her eyes landed on each and every photo of herself. As she walked around the house in amazement, I followed her while removing my clothes.
“Love to me is like Samara, the girl who stole my heart and soul.” I started removing my cufflinks, then jacket. “Love is like every light-colored patch on your body that holds each of my secrets.” I unbuttoned my shirt. “Love is like that sweet pussy you carry with you every day.” I unbuttoned my pants.
She moved around the room, still fixated on the pictures.I walked over to my box and pulled out my paddle. I rolled in my hands as she touched, smiled, and cooed at the photos.
“Love is pain. Love is power. Love is you becoming a princess,” I finished as I held the paddle behind my back.
Samara slowly turned around and began walking toward me. The shit was sensual, sexy, and erotic. Her eyes lowered on me as her hips held a sway. She was ready. I held my hand out.
“Bend over,” I muttered while pointing to the chair in the middle of the room.
She didn’t move. I took a step closer. “You wanted this, remember? Now bend your ass over.”
“But Dio, I—”
I dropped my head. “Baby, are you gang or nah? I’m not asking again.”
There was a flicker in her eye as if she was going to challenge me. She turned around and slowly rolled her body, bending over the chair. Her pussy peeked through her ass, and I had to drop my head for a mere second. I rolled up my sleeve, spun the paddle in my hand, and drew it back.
“Tonight is when the princess will be born!” I barked as I swung, sending the smack to bounce off the walls.
Smack!
Mars’ body bucked forward as she screamed so loud that if we had neighbors, they would have called the cops. Her head shot my way. “Hell fucking—”
“Bend! For the gang, remember?” I said, waiting.
She blew out a sharp breath. I rolled that muhfucka again. “Where do you want to be?”
Smack!
“God!”she screamed.
“That’s right, baby. With da god!”
I drew my hand back, and this time, I gave it a little extra, sending that paddle to land on both cheeks.
Smack!
I paced back and forth with the paddle resting on my arm. I began pointing to each picture I had of her. “Twenty different ways I see you. Twenty different ways I can tell you that I love you. Twenty is how old are you, and twenty for the muhfuckin’ gang!”
Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack! Smack!
Her yelps turned into moans as I lit her ass up. It was turning me on that she was taking them so well. Her panting began to fill the room. I bent over and planted a kiss on her ass.
“Mmm,” she hummed.
I wanted to make her believe she had crossed the Zoo’s threshold, but I wasn’t done.
“There is only one version of me and one version of you. Nobody could ever take your place, and if you ever try to get a nigga to take the throne, I will open his brain and fill a canvas with his blood. I’m a demon, baby, a nut case, a menace, and a fucking astronaut who comes to Mars every single time. I know it hurts, but baby, with pleasure, there is pain!”
