Page 9 of A Beast Captured My Heart

I scooped her up in my arms and placed a bunch of kisses all over her chubby cheeks. She smelled like baby magic. Her hair was in a curly mess as usual because Laquanna seemed to never do her hair unless we went somewhere.

“Is she the only person you see in here?” Laquanna talked to my back as I walked my daughter to her room to read her a bedtime story and spend time with her before she went to bed. Laquanna wanted to keep playing games, I could play them too. She knew not to act a fool in front of my daughter but I knew once I put her to sleep, hell was waiting for me.

Laquanna

My pussy throbbed hard at the sight of Beast. I craved him as well as his dick and his touch. I was determined to get me some tonight no matter how upset he was with me. I took a good bath and lotioned my body. Once I sprayed my Chanel perfume on my body, I placed a silk robe on and went back to the living room to wait for his ass. Scrolling through Instagram, I saw that he posted a cute picture of Mattea sitting on her bed smiling. I couldn’t wait till her little ass went to sleep. I couldn’t knock Beast. I got lucky because he was a damn good father to our child. I just wanted him to be a good man to me and love me. I never knew what real love felt like. I searched for that shit in him. I knew he was capable of it. If he truly wasn’t shit, he wouldn’t take care of me and Mattea like he did. I didn’t have to work or do anything but look pretty. Since he recently started complaining about me not doing nothing. I decided to go to school for cosmetology but that was only to shut his ass the fuck up. Plus, I didn’t mind shitting on bitches at the beauty school. Bitches would know that I was that bitch with that nigga. That feeling alone made me feel powerful as fuck.

Beast thought he was going to continue giving me the silent treatment because he knew the shit would drive me crazy. It did. I hated that shit but he couldn’t stop me from doing what I felt was right. I worked hard to make sure that bitch Nia died, risked my life to make sure my baby daddy’s enemies could touch her to hurt him. In my mind, it did me a favor by knocking that bitch out of my way. A baby couldn’t really do it because his focus was on making sure he made shit right from his mistake. I’d be damned if I let another bitch step in the way of what was mine and that was Praise Brownston! He belonged to me and only me! I would set any bitch up or kill her myself before I allowed a hoe to even think she was gon’ take what was mine.

I could smell him before I saw him. He smelled so good. I bought the Gucci cologne he often wore and sprayed it on a teddy bear so I could smell him as I slept. It might sound creepy. It could’ve even been creepy but that’s how much I yearned for Beast. I heard his footsteps and I scrambled as fast as I could to stand to my feet and meet him before he got close to the door. Opening up my silk robe, I displayed my oiled down body. I knew I was stacked and I didn’t understand how Beast could even try to curve me. There were niggas offering me hella dough on a day-to-day basis just to eat my pussy. I guess that’s what made me want Beast so bad. He wasn’t pressed for me and it turned me on each time he tried to turn me down. Standing in front of him, I placed my hands on his chest as he looked at me crazy and slapped my hands away.

Before he made another move, I dropped down to my knees, frantically undoing his jeans as he walked backward until his back was up against the wall.

“Stop making a fool of yourself, Laquanna. You gon’ suck my dick, tell me you sorry, try to get some dick then act even more fucking crazy. I don’t belong to you. I don’t want you ma. I’m gon’ always make sure you straight, but you and me will never be.”

It was the same dumb-ass speech that I ignored over and over. Beast belonged to me and the sooner he got it the better off me and him would be. Pulling his dick out, my mouth watered. It was long and fat with no blemishes. He smelled so good as usual, even his balls. Some men got musty down there but not Beast. He was perfect when it came to his hygiene. I got nasty right away. I licked everywhere from underneath his balls to the tip of his dick. I wanted to make love to it until my pussy creamed. I rubbed my hard nipples with one hand as I stroked his shaft with the other. I could feel my pussy gush out as I put the tip inside my mouth and began to suck my way down. I swallowed his whole dick and relaxed my throat, breathing through my nose. I made my throat contract on his dick like it was my pussy causing him to breathe hard. His dick started to twitch in the back of my mouth and that’s when I lost control sucking him like I was a fucking maniac. I pulled back once I felt his dick twitch hard again and opened my mouth wide as I stuck my tongue out as far as it could go. Slapping his dick hard on my tongue, I stroked him again with precision until I felt that hot sweet cum shooting in my mouth. My eyes rolled back as I came as hard as he did without touching myself or playing with my pussy. He came so hard, he looked paralyzed as he slid down the wall and sat on the floor next to me. I was so turned on by the taste of his cum, I could feel the stickiness between my thighs. Soon as his back hit the floor, I crawled on top of him until my pussy was aligned to his face. I started fucking his face and he wasted no time giving me that thick tongue. I had to be forceful with Beast or else I would miss out on the best dick I had ever had in my entire life.

He gave in and I couldn’t be happier. He ate my pussy and my ass until I was crying out for mercy. I was working on my third nut and I had to move from working his face. I needed dick. I wanted to wear Beast out so he could stay the night. Climbing off him and standing to my feet, I took my robe off as he watched me with heavy lust.

“Daddy, I want you to get in my bed and let me fuck the shit out of you please.”

Turning on the balls of my feet, I walked away and waited for him to follow. I crawled in the bed feeling excited as fuck and super giddy. I finally got his ass right where I wanted him. He stood at the entrance of my room looking sexy as fuck and he smiled. I smiled right back at his fine ass as I motioned for him to come here.

“I hope you enjoyed yourself. That’s probably the last time you gon’ taste or see my dick. I ain’t falling for your shit no more, Quanna. Only thing you can do for me is be a mother to our daughter and stay the fuck out of my personal life.”

I looked at him shockingly. I couldn’t even pick my bottom lip up. I damn near wanted to cry as he turned and walked away from me. I didn’t hear the front door close but I did hear him slam the guest room. Minutes later, I heard the shower from the guest bathroom come on and my heart sank. I knew he had locked the door. He always would do that when he spent the night. He wasn’t going anywhere because that new bitch was starting work tomorrow and he didn’t trust anyone with his precious Mattea. Throwing the covers over me, I let the tears fall. I wanted to get dicked down good before I went up to that stupid ass school in the morning. Fuck it, I’ll try another day. Beast was going to soon see that I was the only good candidate for him. I would be his wife even if I had to start killing side bitches or any bitch period that I thought he was fucking on.

Chapter Six

KAYORI

I had to get back into the swing of things, like waking up early in the morning. I woke up at five in the morning, showered, and got dressed in something simple but decent. Since I would be working with a one-year-old, I decided against wearing nice clothes. I found my old pair of black Nike Air Force Ones and some gray sweats with a black and orange Poetic Justice graphic t-shirt that I had picked up from Fashion Nova. It was one of my favorite shirts. The shower caused my hair to curl up a little so I slicked it into a high ponytail. I teased my curls, so it appeared to look like a nice curly fro. I got a little artistic and hooked up my baby hairs. When I was done, I applied a little lip gloss and sprayed my favorite perfume. Packing up my purse with everything I would need for the day, I headed over to what I assumed to be Praise’s house. I said a silent prayer, hoping things would go smooth. I was still confused about what my job title actually was. It felt like a nanny job except I would have to carry a pistol when or if I took the little girl in public, which then would make me feel like I was a real bodyguard. That made me a little uncomfortable but for the pay, I could cope with it for now.

I only planned on working this job for a small amount of time. I had other things I wanted to pursue and from the outside looking in, it appeared like Praise and his baby mother was nothing more than drama. It reminded me of how rude it was of me not to get this chick's name. I made it to their beautiful house at seven am. Ringing the doorbell, I stepped back and waited patiently. When the door opened, I smiled at the woman that stood before me.

“Good morning, I know I’m here thirty minutes early. I just wanted to get a look at the schedule before I became hands-on with little Ms. Mattea.” She smiled back at me and opened the door wider allowing me into her space.

“Girl you a big blessing to me. Hell, I don’t care if you come an hour early.”

She switched away in her silk robe as I entered the living room area. This was a nice crib. It had a lot of space. I couldn’t wait to get me an up-to-date house and decorate it.

“I’m sorry for being so rude. I didn’t get your name the first day we met.”

She turned around picking up what looked like a hair bucket, with bows and barrettes, grease, and different brushes and combs.

“My name is Laquanna. This is Mattea’s hair bucket. You’re going to cook breakfast and clean the kitchen. After that put her in the tub, get her dressed, and do her hair. She loves that Cocomelon shit, so make sure you put it on while doing her hair. She won’t scream as loud after that. Her daddy likes her to smell like baby magic and jam grease, girl so good luck pleasing his crazy ass. Your break when she’s napping, which is noon. When she wakes, you can take her to the park, do an activity around the house, or backyard with her. I know you should already know kids like to eat so make her something else. I won’t be back until three pm, but when I do return, I need at least an hour to unwind. I’m assuming you can get off around four-thirty. Whatever else Beast wants you to do is fine with me. Feel free to use the kitchen and make or eat whatever you like. It’s more where that shit came from. Oh, and her bedroom is straight down the hall to the left.”

She inhaled then exhaled and switched away with no other words. That was a lot to digest. She didn’t tell me if the little girl had allergic reactions or anything. So far, this shit sounded ghetto mixed with rich people's problems. This was definitely a nanny type of job. I went straight to the kitchen. I decided to make oatmeal and toast for me and Mattea. I washed my hands before getting all the items out. Once that was finished, I got her high chair and sat it right next to the island. I really didn’t know shit about kids except how my mom tended to me and my baby brother. I recited everything in my head that Laquanna told me, then made my way down the hall to get Mattea ready for the day. Her room was beautiful. It was all pink with butterflies scattered amongst the walls. She already was sitting up in her baby bed with a baby doll in her hands. Once she looked up and saw my face, she gave me a warm small causing me to smile back at her. She lifted her arms in the air.

“Up, up!”

Giggling a little with her, I picked her up and placed a kiss on her cheek. It warmed my heart when she hugged my neck tight and patted me on the back. She was such a loving baby. I gave her a bath and picked out a pretty pink sunflower dress with pink sandals to match. After that, I turned on her Cocomelon. She sang the best she could with the cartoon as I parted her hair in four sections, curling the tips with a little water and a leave-in conditioner. The jam gel was too thick and greasy for her hair type. For the finishing touches, I put pink ribbon bows on each ponytail and laid her baby hair down. She looked so pretty as she stared back at me with those gray eyes that mimicked her father. Her dimples just made you want to do nothing more but spoil her and give her the world. I had her smelling good and looking good.

Placing her to her feet, I made her walk to the kitchen with me. Singing songs to her, I made our oatmeal and toast and sat down next to her. I prayed over our food as she giggled and talked the best she could then we ate. After that, the day went by really smoothly. It was about two o’clock, with no signs of either parent which was cool with me. Mattea and I sat in the middle of the floor while she played with big blocks. I read her a story then took her into the backyard, which was set up like a mini playground. Making sure she was secure on the swing, I pushed her lightly as she clapped her hands and tried singing the itsy-bitsy spider with me. Mattea was very affectionate and she demanded attention around the clock.

I stifled a yawn and noticed the patio door opening up. There he stood looking like a sexier version of Method Man. Praise wore a tight-fitting tank top with Nike basketball shorts. I could see those gray eyes all the way across to where I was standing. My stomach got butterflies and I quickly made them go away. He swaggered over to me and Mattea as she started screaming and yelling.

“Dada, dada! Up! Up!”