Page 1 of They Call Me Dom

Prologue

Two Years Earlier

Laila

“One! Two! Three!” I shouted.

My team brought back the breaching bar and smashed it against the hard and large wooden door.Bang!The door was knocked off the hinges, and there was now a big hole in the trap house. The dealers and users in that nasty house scattered like roaches as my team and I raced inside after them. Our weapons were drawn and raised before arrests took place.

This was the fourth bust we’d had this week. Some asshole, or assholes, had been setting up drug houses all over the city. It drained me because it was a never ending cycle. When we busted one, another was up and running. My crew made arrests while some of us moved down to the basement. Trash riddled the stairs, and an awful stench filled our noses. The familiar and undeniable smell of perctanyl saturated the air. It was the worst pill on the market and responsible for a lot of young deaths this year. If given more time, the pill will claim more lives. These fools had a whole drug lab setup with all the supplies the dealers needed.

Before I could process the rest of the basement, the dealers saw us, dropped their masks and aprons, and zoomed out the back door. I took flight. As I ran, I tucked my weapon back in the holster. I didn’t fully see the face of my suspect, but I knew he was tall, dark brown, and stocky. The nigga was fast too. It was like he had on his crackhead Heelys because he moved with speed that only crackheads possessed.

He hopped over the neighboring fence, and I followed suit. Dogs barked in the distance as we ran through people’s private yards. He knocked over trash cans to slow me down, but I leaped over them with ease. I pumped my arms and legs. He couldn’t escape me. I refused to let him. If he got away, then him and the others would open up another drug lab. That wasn’t a chance I wanted to take.

He sped out of an open gate, knocking over a small a child. My instincts encouraged me to stop and check on the child, but I couldn’t let that fool get away. I promised myself to double back and check on her once I’d handled my business. He jetted across the street, and so did I. I was on his heels. I reached out to grab him when the sound of screeching tires hit my ears. My eyes flitted to the left, and a car was seconds from knocking me into the air.

“Shit!” I protested and fell onto the grass on the sidewalk. I looked up in time to see my suspect hauling ass around a corner and disappearing.

“Fuck!” I screamed and stood up. This was some bullshit.

I wiped off my cargo pants and went about the rest of my day. We headed back to the precinct and filled out all the paperwork about today’s bust. There were highs and lows about today’s raid, but it came with the job.

It was 10:00 p.m., and I was bone tired. I walked through the front door of my house and the smell of dinner filled my nostrils. Did Sur cook? Was he even home? Our housekeeper, Mariya,bounced around the corner and sloppily kissed me. I pushed her away and stepped back.

“What the hell are doing? Where’s Sur?” I questioned, peering around her.

She wore a sexy grin on her face and pulled me to her.

“He called earlier to tell you he had to work a last-minute double shift at the hospital. Surtain said he called you, but you didn’t answer. So you see, you can relax. I made dinner. Go take a hot shower, and allow me to help you rest.”

Mariya stepped closer to me and kissed my neck softly. Her small hands unzipped my SWAT wind breaker, and it pooled on the floor. The feel of her warm mouth on my neck and her small hands tweaking my nipples made me shiver. My hands slowly slid down her thick and curvy figure until I grabbed her heavy ass cheeks. Mariya smelled fruity and clean, and her tongue was sweet when our mouths finally met.

My hands casually caressed her ass, then I spread one of her cheeks, while my finger slipped into her uncovered pussy. My clit thumped frantically to feel her warm body against mine. My finger stroked her tight pussy, and she moaned into my mouth. I swallowed her cries when I added my thumb to her clit. Mariya moved closer to me, damn near trying to be in my skin while I toyed with her clit. She was as freaky as they came, and I enjoyed it. However, my conscience interfered, and I put some distance between us.

“Wha-What? Why are you stopping?” She probed with a confused expression.

I exhaled and took another step back. “Mariya, I explained to you the other day that I didn’t want to do this anymore and that we needed to stop. Surtain deserves better than this, and so do you.”

Mariya smirked and slipped out of the black, pleated mini dress she wore. I bit down on my tongue as my mouth wateredto taste the pearl between her legs. She was milk chocolate with fake C cups that drove me up the wall. Her ass was real, though. I tried not to take a step forward to her dark brown nipples and areolas, and God knew that was the hardest decision I ever made next to having to end our affair. Mariya walked toward me and placed my hand back on her warm and wet pussy.

“Yes, I remember what you said, but minutes later, your head was between my thighs. You just need to relax, my love, and let me take care of you. I know it’s not easy slowly coming out of the closet, but I accept you the way you are, beautiful. Let me take care of you.” She rolled her pussy over my hand, and I couldn’t hold back.

I leaned down and savored her nipples. Her titties were full, heavy, and ripe for the taking. She chuckled and gingerly shimmied her breasts in my face.

“No one satisfies me the way you do, boo. Just like that, Laila. You feel so good,” she cooed, grinding against me.

I couldn’t take anymore of her taunting. I hefted Mariya up by her thick thighs, and she swiftly wrapped her legs around my waist. We kissed each other hungrily as I walked us to the kitchen then placed her on the kitchen island. I released her mouth and licked down from her neck to her bald pussy. There was a butterfly tattooed on her fat pussy, and that always incited me.

Mariya bent her knees for me, and I assumed my position between her thighs. My tongue sucked and swept around her pussy like a Swiffer. Mariya was only the second woman I’d slept with. Since high school, I knew I was bisexual, but I loved Surtain so much I hid who I really was from him. We were high school sweethearts and best friends. I always wondered if he suspected anything, but if he did, he never brought it to me.

“Fuck! Just like that, baby. Don’t stop,” Mariya cried.

I couldn’t if I tried. She was a drug for me. Mariya fulfilled the side of me that was dormant and lonely. She relaxed me and made me feel complete. I was so engrossed in eating her pussy that I didn’t hear when Surtain walked in, and my instincts were always on point.

“What the fuck is going on here!” he spat with a bottle of wine and roses in his hand.

I jumped back and wiped my mouth. Mariya looked just as stunned as I did as she awkwardly slid off the island.

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