Page 67 of Yearn
“Eh. I was going to talk. And then. . .we did more than that.”
Cadence’s voice held shock. “But how could that happen? I mean. . .did you just pull it out and go to town?”
“He had on a towel when he answered the door, and he looked damn good like sculpted god sexy.”
Ro squealed. “Girl, my edges just stood up on their own like a praise team.”
Cadence cleared her throat. “Did you tell him to put on some clothes—”
“Why the hell would Tey do that? More important, did you get a picture of his fine ass in that towel to share with your girls?”
“No. I didn’t get a picture.” Smirking, I finished the whole story breaking down everything from the 50k check, the kiss, the jacking off, and even the Mommy play.
By the time I was done, I had to change lanes just to calm my nerves, because telling it out loud made my body tingle like it was happening all over again.
Silence sat on the line for a beat.
Then Ro let out a moan like she’d just had the Holy Ghost slap her thigh.“Fifty thousand?! Girl, that alone is husband behavior. Keep playing, you’re about to be Mrs. Rich Dick. That was a filthy testimony!”
Cadence groaned. “That was not a testimony, Ro. That was a confession of sin. Pure sin.”
I laughed so hard I nearly missed my exit. “Don’t act like y’all weren’t the ones who told me to go down there.”
“I said boundaries, Tey. Not cock.” Cadence shrieked. “No one said jack him off.”
“I told you to ride him so I’m pleased. Now go back down there tonight and ride that young buck! Let’s see what he cooks forbreakfast tomorrow. Might be lobster and caviar.” Ro clapped her hands like she was in church. “Baby, I thought I was already having a good morning. Now I feel resurrected. Pancakes and roses? A towel-wrapped, fine-ass man letting you do what you did? Yes, Mommy! Okay, Mommy!”
“Oh God.” I wanted to cover my face. “I can’t believe I went with it, but. . .it was so nasty—”
“Baby, that wasn’t nasty,” Ro broke in. “That was divine. And let me tell you something I learned at my clinic. Dirty talk is medicine. It’s like a pressure valve for the brain. You let out the shame, the fear, the ‘oh my God I can’t believe I’m saying this,’ and suddenly the sex feels twice as freeing.”
I snorted. “Medicine, huh?”
“Yes, ma’am. My new hire, Star. You’ll meet her at the Blow Job class this week—”
“By the way, I am not going to that class,” Cadence chimed in.
“You will be there or I will go to your house and drag you out,” Ro continued. “Anyway, Star told me that filthy words bypass the logical brain. They get straight to the limbic system, straight to desire. That’s why saying ‘Mommy’ or ‘Daddy’ or even straight-up nasty cussing can make you come faster. Your body doesn’t need the dictionary—it just needs the spark.”
Cadence groaned loud enough that my speakers rattled. “Lord have mercy, Ro. Do not bring that nonsense here. Mommy kink? No. Absolutely not. That is not a spark. That is trauma wrapped in latex. Tey, don’t you listen to this foolishness. It sounds like he has mommy issues that should be addressed with a therapist—”
“Girl, hush.” Ro clapped her hands. “You don’t know what you’re talking about. Mommy kink is about comfort and power, not childhood. Some people want to be babied in bed. Some people want to baby somebody else. It’s about roles. It’s fantasy, not family.”
Cadence gasped. “Fantasy? You cannot tell me saying ‘Mommy’ while a man is jacking off is healthy.”
“And yet it made our girl here want to squirt shame and pleasure all at once, didn’t it?” Ro cackled. “Sounds pretty damn effective.”
“Ro!” Cadence shrieked. “You cannot measure morality in orgasms!”
“Why not?” Ro shot back. “They measure morality in churches with tithes and attendance, and folks still out here sinning Monday through Saturday. An orgasm is at least honest.”
I laughed so hard I nearly dropped my phone. “Y’all are going to make me wreck this damn car.”
“Good,” Ro said. “Wreck it and then call Dominic to come pick Mommy up and take care of her.”
Cadence groaned again. “Tey, you hear me, right? You hear the part where this is dangerous? Scott finds out you’re indulging in kinks with your tenant/babysitter, he will crucify you in court. He will take those kids.”
Her words cut deep, sharp as the thought I’d already had on the road.
