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I eye the Jamaican hairdresser, as she flips and primps with Precious’s hair while she talks. “This child has got one beautiful head full of hair.”
    We made our way home beat; and literally dragging into the new mansion that would now house our little family.
     
     

    Drake & Mandissa
     
                         I kissed my baby and made my way into the Master suite. I hadn’t taken the time to find out where my room was and I was ready to get some sleep. It had been a long eventful day and I was beyond pleased with all that had transpired.
    I stood dumbfounded a s I eyed Drake. He was seated on the bed working on his laptop and the man’s body was beyond divine.
    “Do you like what you see? I asked you a question, now give me the decency of answering it!”
    “I, uh, I, uh, was wondering where my room is?”
    He moved his laptop th at probably cost more than I make in three months time and stalked his way over to me.
    Oh shit! What was that he said about doing vile nasty things to me? Things that would leave a stench that could never be removed. There is that familiar moisture again.
              He made his way right up to me, until we were nose to nose and as if reading my mind stated, “I say what I mean and I most definitely mean what I say. Now what in the world would have given you the impression that I am letting you out of this room tonight? You owe me!” He twisted a handful of my hair into his fist and growled from somewhere deep in his throat, “Now just how do you plan on paying me back?”
    I mustered up all of the courage that I could. “You don’t own me , Drake.”
    “The hell I don’t! Let’s get one thing straight ‘little girl lost,’ I’m in control! In my bedroom, I rule, reign, and I damn sure dominate!”
    The moisture between my legs that had become a familiar feeling was now a gush. I swear the man can read my mind , because he reached right beneath my T-shirt and twisted the g-string that I wore off. He held it up eyeing it and simply stated: “Mm-hmm.”
               I gulped, as he threw it to the floor. His raised eyebrows mocked me, as he spoke: “I asked you a question, Do….You…..Like…..What….You……See? Because I know that I damn sure do!”
    With that he grabbed the neck of my t-shirt and literally ripped it from top to bo ttom and I gasped, as it fell at my feet.
    “Clasp your hands behind your back, now!” He leaned in like we had a secret, “Interlock your fingers, little girl lost.”
    The seriousness in his steel whisper left me no options. I don’t think that I have ever felt so vulnerable and I know that I have never been this turned on.
    “Please, please, please.” I don’t know what I was begging for.
    “Oh, I do love to hear a bitch beg . Please what? Take you over to that bed and eat you alive, or fuck you senseless? I’ve got an idea, how bout I do both?”
    He pulled me backwards by my hair , until my knees hit the bed forcing me to sit.
                    “Sit with your palms down and cock those knees up baby!” He pinched my inner thigh forcing my legs to fly open. I was horrified, embarrassed, and why was I so wet?
    “He pinched harder, “Oww,” I whined, bending my knees and spreading my legs.
    Once again his raised eyebrows mocked me, “Palms down, don’t forget.”
                   That is when he began his assault on me with his tongue. Over, and over, and over, and over, he brought me to the point of climaxing, only to stop. Tears streamed down my cheeks, as I lost all pride and begged my new self proclaimed ‘Owner,’ to allow me to cum.
           “You taste absolutely, unequivocally, perfect, now cum!”
    He didn’t have to tell me twice , but he did tell me that I had better look at him the whole time, and I did. Hell, I would have howled at the moon if he had told me to. I have never experienced that kind of connection with a man and I most certainly