Pussy Trap 4: The Shadow Of Death Part 14

Yuri sat her gla.s.s on the table and stood up. "Look, I know you don't trust me; but just know I would not have reached out to you if I didn't know we could both benefit immensely," she walked up on him.

"Is that right? And all you are interested in is prestige?"

"What is more important than that?" she looked up in his eyes.

"You ain't got s.h.i.t coming over here."

"Oh, indeed...I would love to experience all this real deep from the back with my ponytail tight in your grip," she eased up closer breathing in his aroma. "But, don't flatter yourself, Mr. Wells; this isn't about you. It's about me," she stepped back, turning toward the door.

"I will wait for your response," she held onto the doork.n.o.b in a jester that his visit was over.

Kayson gave her a sneaky smirk as he moved toward her. "Stay in your place, little girl; play with this grown man s.h.i.t if you want to." He looked her up and down. "Standing there with your p.u.s.s.y all wet, I'm surprised you didn't slip and bust yo a.s.s on the way to the door," he looked her over once more then moved past her.

Yuri chuckled. "Hurry Mr. Wells, we can't afford to lose time."

Yuri closed the door as she calmed her raising pulse. She moved back to the bar and poured herself a drink with plenty of ice. She guzzled half the gla.s.s then rolled the gla.s.s over her forehead. Kayson gave her all kinds of flames throughout her body every time he was near her. Yuri knew that she was playing with fire, but she was ready to burn on all his flames.

Yuri managed to have a few of her corrupt police connections on the island intercept three of her brother Peppa's shipments; putting him at the mercy of his suppliers. Within days she had managed to dismantle his whole plan. Peppa was out of his league and at the end of his rope. Yuri was sitting in her father's office in the high back grey chair reading a book as Peppa walked back and forth in the middle of the floor ranting.

Mr. Odoo listened with very little interest. After Kayson had caused him to lose the respect of his peers in certain circles by allowing him to touch him and his family and still live, Mr. Odoo was forced to cave in to Peppa's desire to move dope through the ports.

Mr. Odoo looked over at his daughter who seemed to have become very withdrawn after the ordeal with Kayson. He watched as she sat quiet; while Peppa fumed, her usual quest to prove him wrong did not exist.

"Yuri, what are you thinking?" he asked, causing Peppa to stop in his tracks and look coldly at his father.

Peppa turned his gaze to Yuri who looked up slowly from her book and spoke a soothing tone.

"Father, I think we need outside help. This is bigger than us," Yuri spoke softly.

"Outside help is what got us into this s.h.i.t," Peppa barked, throwing his hands to the side.

"How can you lead with such a temper?" she asked, looking at him with a face of stone. "You are too emotional. You need to move with your mind, not your blind pride," she said from her seat as if she was already sitting on the throne.

"I guess while he had you, he let you snuggle up next to him because you seem to have his tongue in your mouth," Peppa spat the words of contempt as if they had venom on them.

"I guess KoKo did you with the same d.i.c.k. With your dumb a.s.s," Yuri returned with a smirk on her face.

"Enough!" Mr. Odoo yelled out, bringing them both to a pause. "I will not have this," he a.s.serted. "We are a family. This man doesn't get to come in here and destroy us," he raised his voice another octave.

Peppa turned his eyes to his father. "I apologize," he said and did a slight bow.

"I am sorry also, father," Yuri stood and moved to her father's side.

"We have to hold strong in times of war or the enemy will get the whole castle," he looked into his son's eyes.

Peppa calmed his spirit and nodded in agreement. Yuri looked at Peppa with teary eyes; she turned over and over in her head Peppa's words and each time, they cut deeper into her soul. Peppa had no idea that his words had just confirmed him a position as the sacrificial lamb at the birth of her rule. Yuri squeezed her father's shoulder as she claimed her spot. Blood was going to be shed and she was willing to take every life in the house.

Chapter 19.

More than a night to Remember Baseem prepared the last of his plans for the weekend and headed downtown to pick up Simone. When he pulled up in front of her office building, he got a tickle in his stomach like it was his first date.

"n.i.g.g.a, yo a.s.s is trippin'," he said aloud then chuckled at the thought of being nervous. Baseem stepped out of the vehicle and leaned up against the trunk to wait for Simone to appear.

Four o'clock on the dot, Simone emerged from the building moving fast and talking faster. She was swinging her briefcase in one hand and holding her cell phone to her ear with the other.

"Look, we have to get this together by Monday; no questions. So just get ready to be tucked inside until this project is done," Simone said to her team on the phone then disconnected as she approached Baseem.

"Hey, baby," Baseem said as he opened his arms to receive her.

"Hey, baby," she pouted. "I have bad news; I need to reschedule our weekend. I have to get so much work done. But I promise to make it up to you."

"Man, f.u.c.k that project s.h.i.t. You got a date with the middle of a king size bed with a s.e.xy a.s.s n.i.g.g.a making you know you're a woman," Baseem said firmly, not trying to hear anything she was saying.

"Baby, you know I want that so much, but my team is depending on me and this project is what I need to get to the next level," she said as his hands caressed her body speaking the words his mouth didn't have to say.

"Like I said...we got plans. Hit that chic back and delegate some s.h.i.t and daddy will let you play with them for a little while tomorrow when you wake up," he smacked her b.u.t.t as he released her from his arms. "Get in," he pulled the door open and gestured for her to get in.

Simone took a deep breath. "I guess I have no other choice; huh?"

"No, you do not."

Simone hit her alarm and retrieved her bag and placed it in his trunk; then she moved to the open door.

"You almost got raped in the parking lot; don't make me change my mind."

Simone's mouth dropped open.

"Close your mouth, baby; I got something for that later," he said closing the door behind her.

When Baseem got in the car Simone was looking at him with the side-eye.

"What's up?"

"What you plan on putting in my mouth?" she crossed her arms over her chest.

"I'm just planning on feeding you that's all, baby," Baseem looked at her with low eyes.

"Yeah, alright; let me find out, as you would say."

Baseem chuckled. "Don't worry, baby. I will only put in your mouth what you allow me to put in there," he licked his lips letting his eyes roam over her body.

"You so nasty."

"You haven't seen nasty yet," he said as he pulled off.

Simone buckled her seat belt and said a little prayer; she wanted to get it out of the way in case G.o.d didn't want to know her after this weekend.

Baseem turned on his satellite radio and hit cruise control.

Simone looked over at the s.e.xy man to her left and went into chill mode. She kicked off her shoes and did just as Baseem said. She gave out a.s.signments to the team and scheduled a conference call for tomorrow afternoon because her late night and early morning belonged to Baseem.

When Baseem and Simone pulled up to the beautiful all-white country home with the huge bay windows siting on a half-acre of land, Simone put her face toward the sun and inhaled. She embraced the heat on her skin then opened the door and stepped out.

"This place is gorgeous," she said, allowing her eyes to take a tour of the land. The tall, green gra.s.s seemed to go on for miles as huge willow trees dressed the edges out in the distance.

"Thank you, it belonged to my grandparents, I just use it for peace of mind," Baseem said as he popped the trunk and grabbed their bags.

"This is the type of place you come to and just let everything go," she put her hands behind her back and clasped her fingers together. Baseem looked at her perky breast and pictured how each one would taste in his mouth. "I want you to let everything go tonight," he stepped up on her; leaned in and placed his lips on hers and sucked gently, tasting her freaky thoughts.

Simone's eye lashes fluttered as he tasted her tongue. Baseem's soft lips drew her into his every desire. Simone reached up and placed her hands to the side of his face and let her lips and tongue tell her p.u.s.s.y's secret. Baseem had her whole body on fire and she was more than ready to give him everything he wanted.

Baseem pulled back. "Look at you, acting like you ready," he licked her soft brown lips.

Simone looked at him with low eyes and heavy breath. "You better be gentle."

"In the morning; but tonight, I'ma eat yo a.s.s up," he said as he pa.s.sed her. "Let's go, ain't s.h.i.t out here to save you; even your cries for help won't save you," he joked as he opened the door.

Simone clutched her briefcase and headed up the steps; she was about to learn why Baseem was that n.i.g.g.a. Baseem opened the windows and doors and placed the food in the refrigerator, then the bags in the room. Simone uncovered the furniture and folded the sheets neatly.

"I got that, ma," Baseem said as he took the sheets from her hands and placed them in the laundry room. When he returned, he had two thick throws in his hands. Baseem opened then and draped them over the huge brown couches.

"Sit down and relax; I got you, baby," Baseem said, giving Simone a s.e.xy smile.

"Okay. Do you mind if I get some work done?" she asked, taking a seat and reaching for her briefcase.

"No work. Let me have that," he said, taking the case from her hands. "Just sit and relax and let all that office s.h.i.t go. Can you do that for me?" he softened the blow.

"Yes, baby. I can do that for you," she surrendered, crossing her legs and wrapping the fluffy throw around her shoulders.

"Thank you," he winked as he walked off.

Baseem put a Nina Simone record on his grandfather's old record player and introduced Simone to the other side of him. Simone sat and watched as he began to prepare their meal. Her mouth watered as the array of aromas invaded her airways.

Baseem marinated the steak and placed it on the grill, then he cut up potatoes and put them on to boil. When he returned from outside, he had an a.s.sortment of green lettuce and carrots. He rinsed everything and diced it into a salad and placed it in the refrigerator.

"You ready?" Baseem asked as he reached out for her hand.

"I guess so," Simone said as she rose to her feet.

Baseem turned and led her to the bathroom.

Simone smiled when she saw the huge, white, old fashioned tub sitting in the center of the room.

"Have a seat," he instructed as he turned and grabbed some cleaning supplies and wiped everything down and ran a tub of hot water. Baseem lit a few white lavender candles and hit the intercom to let the music enhance the atmosphere.

Baseem went and drained his potatoes and turned the steak down low so it could smoke. When he walked back into the bathroom, Simone was looking out the window at the sun beginning to leave the sky. The various shades of red, orange and blue in the distance put her spirit at ease. Baseem walked over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her softly on her neck.

"You need this, baby. Just let everything that exists outside of that skyline just survive until you get back," he kissed her neck again then he turned her to face him.

Simone looked up into his eyes as his hands unloosened her b.u.t.tons and let her breast greet him. Baseem dropped her blouse to the floor then let her skirt follow. He stood in front of her; l.u.s.ting at her beauty as his fingertips enjoyed the silky glide across her skin. Baseem settled his hands at the small of her back.

"You gonna let me have control of this body tonight?" he asked as his eyes pierced her skin.

Diana Ross bellowed out, "Good morning heartache." Baseem mumbled along with the words as he lowered her bra straps from her shoulder. Her soft nipples called his lips to them and he answered by placing his mouth over one and circled his tongue wildly while sucking tenderly.

"Ssss..." Simone bit into her bottom lip as she braced her feet to the floor. She closed her eyes and let her body feel every tingle.

Baseem placed his mouth on her other nipple and nibbled gently as his hands found their way between her thighs. Simone placed her hand on top of his as she began to feel the jolts of energy pulsating on her c.l.i.t. His finger showed no mercy, pressing and circling to the beat of her every moan. Baseem grabbed her firmly around the waist and treated her p.u.s.s.y to a finger fantasy. He rotated between pushing his thick fingers deep inside her, to circling her c.l.i.t with precision.

"Just hold on to me, baby...and let me make you c.u.m," Baseem whispered in her ear as she tried to back up from the pressure.

"Ba.s.ss..." Simone cried out as her body gave into his pleasure. She gripped his shoulders and rested her head on his chest. She pulled her lids together as intense emotion and fear paralyzed her movement. Simone wanted to push back to control the impact, but her body said surrender. She dug her nails into his flesh, bit into her lip and let go.

Baseem continued to play with her spot as her cries of pleasure rang loud in his ear. As her body jerked in his arms, he placed soft kisses on her face. Simone nuzzled her face against his chest as she attempted to catch her breath.

"Give me kiss," his deep, rasp summoned her lips.

Simone lifted her heavy head and gave him what he asked for.

"That's what I'm talking about. Let me wash you so I can feed you," he pulled at her panties until they hit the floor.

Simone followed his every command as he took her from one ecstasy to the next. Baseem washed every inch of her body, caressing her muscles along the way. Simone lay back on the soft pillow and enjoyed the force of his fingers all over her body. Baseem placed her foot on his chest and ran his fingers up and down her leg and thigh.

"Baby, that feels so good," she moaned as he ma.s.saged places on her body she didn't know she had.

Baseem didn't respond; he just listened to her body and gave her what she needed. After they washed and rinsed, they put on matching white robes and Baseem finished preparing the meal.

Simone sat with her feet up on the couch wrapped in the blanket. She watched as Baseem moved around the kitchen. He poured her a gla.s.s of red wine and served it to her with a strawberry on the side.

"This is how I want my p.u.s.s.y to taste," he feed her a slice of mango then leaned in and kissed the juice from her lips. "Mmm...I'ma have so much fun with you tonight."

"I bet you are," she said seductively as she took the gla.s.s from his hand.

Baseem chuckled then headed to finish the meal. He mashed and seasoned the potatoes and spread them out in a pan with cheddar cheese and sour cream. Then he placed them in the oven and went for the steak.

Simone's stomach began to grumble as she smelled the steam coming off of the meat. Baseem prepared the plates, and then joined her in the living room bringing the bottle of wine along for the journey. The two of them ate and talked and laughed. Simone put her feet in his lap and chattered away while she sank her teeth in to every succulent bite. Baseem sat and listened and learned. He took note to the way she expressed every word. She was a strong and successful woman; but she was injured. He paid close attention to what her soul was crying out for and he planned every position he was going to put her body and her mind in to help heal her pain.

"Bas, you don't..." she pressed her hand on his forehead.

"Trust me, baby. I been preparing this meal, I definitely know how to eat it," Baseem said as he removed her hand and cupped her legs securely in his arms. He started with soft tender kisses and long slow licks. Simone gripped the sheets slightly, wiggling her waist as she felt his tongue flip back and forth on her c.l.i.t.

"Baa.s.s..." she cried out arching her back as he stuck his tongue inside her.