Chapter 43 Touch Not
BIG KAI
She flicked her eyes at me.
"The shit in the bathroom. Touching yourself, that can't happen again."
She kept staring everywhere but at me.
"Look at me when I fucking speak to you, girl."
She obeyed.
Nervously.
"As much as I enjoyed the fucking scene, I hate it when women touch themselves."
She lowered her gaze.
"Don't fucking play with me, girl. Look at me."
She obeyed.
"Why would a woman touch herself when she can get a man to do that for her?"
She lowered her gaze.
I gripped her chin, forcing her eyes on me.
She whimpered.
"I will gladly give you stars whenever and however you want, shawty."
She kept staring at me with her brimming eyes.
"I don't care where I am. Outta the fucking country or the damn planet, one call from you and I'll be here, on my freaking knees, or crouched down, in between your legs and giving you pleasure."
I didn't know I was gripping her chin hard till she whimpered.
I loosened my grip but didn't let go.
"This is just the lil of how I get when someone touches what's fucking mine."
Her face twitched a bit.
"Anyone who does is gonna be a dead person. You ain't an exception, shawty."
Her face twitched again.
I nodded slightly.
"No one or you is allowed to touch you," I said sternly. "Don't touch yourself. "
She kept staring at me.
I looked at her hands and then at her eyes.
"I will chop your hands off if you do."
Her face twitched.
"I fucking mean it."
She gulped.
"Have I made myself clear?"
No response.
I gripped her chin tightly.
"Ye...yes." she stuttered.
I released her chin and stood up straight.
She lowered her gaze, rubbing her arm.
"Go to sleep," I said, looking at her legs, recalling how they shook while I feasted on her.
I returned my eyes to her face.
"Rest your legs. See you later." I walked away from her, heading towards the door. I walked out of her room.
I got to my room, and I walked towards my bathroom for a cold shower.
I might be still but I am still battling with my arousal.
I stripped and got under the shower.
Her moans and squeaks repeated in my head.
I ran my fingers through my short curly hair as the cold water hit me continuously.
I thought of a lot of things I could do to my shawty.
Her pussy is glued to my head.
I ate that.
It tasted fucking great.
I want more no doubt.
But now I am thinking about the other hole.
I huffed, turning off the shower.
I grabbed a towel and wrapped it around my waist.
I grabbed another for my hair.
I headed into my room. Wiping my hair with the towel, I walked towards my desk where my laptop was.
I pressed some buttons and her room appeared.
She is on the bed with my kid, lying on her back under the duvet and staring at the ceiling.
What you think about, shawty?
Better be me.
I smirked, wiping my hair again.
I furrowed my brows a bit the minute I noticed something.
The lily is not in her hair.
I rewinded the video back to after I left.
The minute I walked out the door, she took out the lily and threw it away angrily.
I scoffed.
Seriously?
She dropped her face on her palms, letting out sobs.
I moved back to the current recording.
She is still in the position, staring at the ceiling.
I will ignore the flower part, shawty.
You might feel ashamed or whatever but you will not forget the good time you had.
"You finna feel my lips inscriptions on that pussy all the time."
NEXT DAY.....
I stood close to the window, fixing my wrist button as I stared at my compound.
I am dressed in a black suit with a turtle neck shirt inside.
It is a fucking new day and I am getting ready for a meeting with some artists.
One of them works under me and is about to show me his new jam. The other wants to get signed.
As important as rap is to me, all I can think of is my shawty.
I couldn't sleep because I spent time staring at her on my laptop, drinking, and restraining myself from going back to her.
I literally watched her fall asleep.
Damn.
As much as I can't stop wanting her, I have to be a fucking gentle nigga.
She might be white but she is human too.
Bricktown's women and girls have been safe from rape ever since I took charge.
I ain't finna do the same shit I stop motherfuckers from doing to my people to her.
I am trying so hard to keep it cool.
The shit is difficult, men.
The more reason I closed my laptop and put it away for now.
And, I am not taking her and my kid with me today.
I need to push my focus elsewhere before I do something I'm gonna regret.
Sighing, I took out my phone.
A knock on my door caught my attention.
It opened and Caleb walked in.
I turned to the window as I pressed my phone.
"Good morning, sir."
"Caleb."
"Breakfast is ready."
"I'll pass. Get the car ready. We are leaving in a few minutes." I said, putting my phone in my pocket.
"What about Lil Kai and his nanny, sir?"
"We leaving without 'em."
"Okay, sir " he turned to leave.
"Caleb?" I called, walking towards my bed, and sat on it.
"Yes, sir?"
"I want cupcakes, bananas, apples, and candies delivered to the nanny," I said, fixing my shoes.
There was a little silence before...
"I don't understand, sir."
I looked at him.
He is looking at me with confusion.
"All I mentioned, make arrangements for 'em to be packaged in some white-people kinda way and deliver it to the nanny," I said.
He furrowed his brows.
"The fuck is your senses at, Caleb?"
"Apologies, sir. I understood what you said." He said, clearing his throat.
"Good. Now fucking get on with it already. And get me Rowland right away." I ordered, returning my hands to my shoes.
"Yes, sir." He said, walking out of my room.
Done with my shoes, I got on my feet and walked towards my mirror.
I stared at myself properly. Satisfied with my look, I picked up my phone and headed out of my room.
Walking along the hallway, I saw Rowland approaching. Already dressed and ready for the day.
"Boss," he called the minute he got closer.
"You have to watch over my kid and his nanny all through the day," I said while walking and he joined me.
"Yes, boss."
"You know the drill, don't you?"
"Yes, boss."
"I am listening."
"Stand at their door and make sure they eat safely."
"Good. Off you go." I said, walking towards the stairs as he walked away.
Descending the stairs, I saw Imani and Tyrell seated at the dining table. I got to the last stair and headed for the entrance door with sparing anyone a look.
"Good morning, Kai," Imani greeted.
"Imani," I said, walking towards the door.
"Aren't you going to have breakfast?"
I didn't respond as one of my guards standing at the door opened the door for me.
I walked out the door.
I descended the stairs, heading towards my white Rolls-Royce Royce where Caleb is standing close to.
He opened the backseat the minute I got closer and I entered.
He closed the door and got into the passenger's seat.
I took out my phone and moved to my emails.
"Caleb?"
"Yes, sir,"
"What about the delivery?" I asked without taking my eyes off my phone.
"It is being prepared. It will be delivered to her in thirty minutes." He answered.
I moved my eyes to the driver.
"Drive,"
"Yes, boss." He started the car and we drove out of the compound.
AT MICKIE STUDIO
Seated on a comfortable sofa, I went through my phone, trying to distract my thoughts from dwelling on my shawty.
Her dripping watermelon-like pussy.
Her moans and squeaks.
The way she fucking shook and....
The shit is fucking hard.
I am in one of Bricktown's studios and one of my artists is rapping in the vocal booth and the sound engineers are taking records.
I can hear the music.
It sounds fucking boring. The more reason why I am scrolling through my phone. At first, I wanted to listen but I found my thoughts drifting to last night.
I can still feel her wet pink flesh on my lips. Her clit, the way I triggered her.
She squirted all over my fucking face.
I will give anything to go again.
This time, I want all the packages.
Wet pussy, butthole, my cock buried deep into her tight-looking pussy.
Fuck, Big Kai.
She is taking over your entire being.
I didn't see her or my kid today.
I'm tryna avoid a lot from happening.
One look at her and I'm needy as fuck.
I am still surprised that I was able to walk out of her room without going beyond just going down on her.
I ain't used to this kind of shit.
I hardly go after women because I don't see any opportunity to.
They always throw themselves at me and I will use it to my advantage.
The last time I pursued a woman was years ago. She actually made it easier for me.
Hell, we fucked on our first meet.
After that, I didn't get another opportunity to go after anyone.
All them shawtys threw themselves at me.
One of 'em gave me Lil Kai.
I heaved a sigh, scrolling through Instagram.
"Boss?"