Page 27 of Sire: On Your Knees

"I can't get enough of you," he growled, and it was the icing on the cake. Knowing I felt the same way, I felt safe enough to let myself release my essence onto his thighs. "That's right cum for me, baby. This pussy belongs to me." And we both knew it was true.

"I know. You're paying for me to get my hair redone, too." I could tell he'd ripped the lace by the way it was cocked to the side instead of holding my head like a helmet.

He chuckled lightly. "That's not a problem, Novi."

Whack!

I swung the bat at seventy miles per hour, snapping his spine in two. A wicked smile spread across my face. I was pleased with my handy work.

"Bet he won't run his mouth again," Loyal commented on the hanging body that was leaking blood onto the concrete floors.

"Exactly. Clean this up." I'd finally figured out who'd run their mouth to my father about Knovah. Today, he learned a valuable lesson on shutting the fuck up. Hopefully, in his next life it stuck, because he was out of chances in this one.

I handed the steel bat to Kalias. He rubbed his hands together, moving to the other side of the suspended body. Walking to the table, I grabbed two pairs of gloves and tossed them. "Any updates on the Rico nigga and his bitch?"

"Not yet. We followed up a lead in Richburg, but the trail was already cold. We're going to find 'em, brother. Don't even worry about it," Kalias assured me.

I nodded once. "Oh, I know. They always slip up. It's only a matter of time. I need to locate them before my father can get to them first."

Loyal nodded after sliding on his gloves. "Aight, we'll apply more pressure."

"Respect. I'm heading out."

Walking back to the table where my CCB jacket lay, I slid it on and made my way toward the door. Knovah was the first thing on my mind. Trenell running his mouth put her in danger, but I felt better knowing he was now eliminated.

After spending the entire day away from her, I was ready to lay eyes on her chubby cheeks. With the way our new norm was set up, I bet she'd cooked dinner and was patiently waiting for me to arrive so we could eat together. Afterward, she'd cuddle up to me while I watchedThe Sopranosor one of those black-and-white films she obsessed over. I honestly couldn't think of a better way to end my days.

I constantly obsessed over everything about her, like how soft and little her hands were and the tiny wrinkles around her nose when she smiled. I even noticed her second toe was longer than her big toe on her left foot, but it didn't bother me. Knovah was becoming the axis of my entire existence, and I couldn't sort out how to feel about that.

On one hand, it felt amazing to feel seen, understood, and desired. However, I constantly questioned whether I could handle the responsibility that came with holding her heart in my hands. My mind and my heart were playing tug-of-war, and I wasn't sure which would win. For now, I hopped on my bike and headed straight there.

My stomach growled as I climbed off my bike and set my helmet on the seat. With long strides, I headed to the elevator. It took me to the penthouse, and, as expected, she stood there waiting for me. The lights were off, but a sexy ambiance came from the lit candles she'd strategically placed throughout the living room. In the background, jazz music played softly, creating the perfect greeting back home. She knew me well.

Her curvy body looked amazing in a lacy bra and panty set. I loved the lace trim, reminding me of the innocence she cameto me clothed in. For some reason, it became my mission to dirty her up every chance I could. With my hands... my lips... my cum... There wasn't an inch of her body I hadn't explored, yet I still felt there was more to learn.

"Hi," she sweetly cooed.

I was frozen in place by how beautiful and radiant she looked. In confident strides, she closed the distance between us. The second she was in my orbit, my hands went to her waist without my permission. I had no control around her. I wasn't even sure she was aware of how much power she had over me. Knowing I was a slave to her terrified me.

Lifting on her tippy toes, Noonie swiped a finger across my cheek. She lowered to the balls of her feet, observing what I realized was a speck of blood. Wordlessly, she took my hand in hers and began to lead me down the hallway.

Once we were in my bedroom, she said, "Get undressed while I run you some bath water." I tried to resist her demand but found myself completely naked seconds later and walking into the bathroom in search of her.

Noonie sat on the edge of the garden tub, checking the temperature of the water. Whatever she used had the tub filled with bubbles. When she felt my presence, she looked up and smiled. She had the most intriguing spark to her eye as if she was genuinely happy that I was there. "Watch this while I grab something for you."

I remained silent, too uncertain of what would come out of my mouth if I spoke. Once she was gone, I walked over to the sink and stared at myself in the mirror. If I was honest, I'd say I felt like the luckiest man on Earth right now. I had a willing woman who desired to care for me. I'd never experienced anything like it, which was where the devil on my shoulder came in.

It told me it was stupid to fall for my slave. It said to use her for her body, and that was it. He reminded me of how imperfect and undeserving of love I was. Why did I get to be happy when I'd failed so many people in my life? There was no way this was real, right?

"It's ready..." Noonie's sultry voice awakened me from the depths of my consciousness.

She stood behind me with a gold tray of chocolate-covered strawberries and a decadent arrangement of meats and crackers. There was also a glass of a dark liquid. Noticing what had my attention, she explained, "Since I know you don't drink, it's a fresh-pressed juice I made."

"Thank you."

Finally, hearing my voice seemed to sedate her. She nodded and headed for the tub. She placed the tray onto the bamboo bathtub caddy. I eased up behind her, fighting the urge to touch her. Climbing into the tub, I sank into the body of hot water, which eased the tension in my muscles. Unable to help myself, I sighed and got comfortable. My eyes floated closed, but only for a moment.

Noonie took a sponge and began to rub it across my skin. The silence between us made everything about the way she catered to me more sacred. I couldn’t fathom for the life of me why she would be so gentle with me. I didn’t deserve this, especially not from her.

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