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𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: 𝐒𝐭𝐮𝐝𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐱𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫, 𝐇𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐒𝐡𝐮𝐫𝐢𝐱𝐅𝐞𝐦𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫 Dom!Ri Sub!Reader

Containing: Smut 18+

Summary: Ri, despite her success and fame, struggles with trust issues and commitment. Every failed attempt at a relationship has left her feeling jaded and unsure if she'll ever find love. This fear of intimacy has created walls around her heart that she's convinced could never be broken.... But what happens when she meets someone who challenges her views and slowly melts her defenses, showing her what true love and trust feel like? Can she let down her guard and open herself up to the possibility of love again?

Word count: idk

A/n: Enjoy slutz.

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"Y'all niggas is weird, on my momma" Ri’ muttered to herself, chuckling heartily as she continued to scroll through her For You Page on TikTok, where her fans were once again tearing up some poor dude's comments who attempted to claim her as his woman.

Ri continued to smoke her blunt, taking a few more puffs as she scrolled through the comments of the various edits that her fans had made of her. They were hilarious and she loved them, though she just had to roll her eyes every time she saw another dude who tried to claim her.

"Man, these niggas needa' learn that I like pussy only." Ri said aloud, before taking a long hit from her blunt. Her fans never failed to crack her up with the way they defended her and ripped up any guys who would dare to call themselves Ri's future man.

Ri leaned back in her chair, exhaling a cloud of smoke into the air as she continued to scroll through the edits and comments. It amused her to no end, reading all the ways her fans would go to bat for her, especially against any dudes who thought they had a chance with her.

She let out a little scoff, finding humor in it all. "These dumb niggas really think they can claim me as their woman..." she thought to herself, before taking another hit from her blunt and continuing to scroll.

As she scrolled, she came across one edit that caught her attention. It featured a compilation of some of her most epic racecar moments, set to one of her favorite songs. Ri watched it with a proud smirk on her face, nodding along to the beat and feeling pretty damn good seeing herself in action.

Ri nodded approvingly as she watched the edit once more, before scrolling down to see all the comments. It was an endless flood of praise and admiration from her fans, and she made sure to like a lot of em before adding it to her own story on Instagram.

Ri leaned back in her seat again, her mind drifting as she took another puff from her blunt. The upcoming race was on her mind, and she was already mentally preparing herself for the competition and the party that would follow afterward. She let out a heavy sigh, realizing that it had been a week since she last had any sexual release.

Ri felt a little irritated and frustrated with herself for neglecting her own needs while focusing so intensely on her racing career. She knew that she needed to find a way to release her stress and pent-up tension, and her mind briefly drifted towards the thought of finding a one-night stand or a potential hookup for the after-party.

"Nah, that ain't right. I'm gettin' too damn old for this drought," she grumbled, already planning her moves to rectify the situation. "Gotta find myself a good fuck or two...or ten. Maybe even bust a nut or three myself if I gotta."

A grin spread across her face as she imagined all the ways she'd satisfy herself and maybe even someone else soon. "Three weeks 'til the next race...and the afterparty. Plenty of time to get hoes pussy wet and wild."

Ri’ had hoes that’s for sure, but she was so indecisive on which one she’d keep.. or maybe wifed? Who knows? If Ri’ was being honest, she ain’t wanna wife nun of them bitches at all. She had hella lil’ flings here and there but they were always one night stands and that’s it. After she had hit, BOOM the bitch blocked. It was just the Scorpio in her.

Ri’ tried to make some of the women she slept with her girlfriend, but it was always either she was cheating, or the other was cheating but either way, the shit wasn’t gon’ work out. So, that’s why she stayed single because she had plenty of freedom and ain’t have to worry bout nobody. But damn, it did get lonely once she got tired of having freedom though. All Ri’ wanted to do was come home to her girl, or wake up next to her. Wait a damn minute, she has woken up next to multiple women she slept with, so does that count at least?

Ri pulled out her phone and opened up her Instagram account, her thumb hovering over the "GO LIVE" button. She took one more puff from her blunt before taking a deep breath. She always liked talking to her fans on livestreams, and it was a great way for her to connect with her supporters.

She hit the "GO LIVE" button, and within moments, her live stream was up and running. The chat was immediately flooded with comments from her fans, expressing excitement and affection for their favorite stud and racecar driver.

Ri's livestream started to fill up with viewers pretty quickly, as her fans eagerly joined in to hear whatever she had to say. As she looked at the comments, she saw that the chat was moving lightning fast, with a flurry of messages flying across the screen. She chuckled to herself, amused by how excited and enthusiastic her fans were. She took a moment to take another puff from her blunt, releasing a cloud of smoke into the air as she read some of the messages from her fans.

Ri's hair is up in a big and fuzzy afro, showing off her neck tats and her shaved side of her head. She is wearing a black wife beater that hugs her body in a comfy way, as well as a purple sports bra peeking through it. Ri has on a pair of black sweatpants, with her black boxers peeking through. For accessories, Ri has diamond pierced earrings, a lip and tongue piercing, and her tooth gems and grills shine whenever she smiles.

Ri smiled broadly as she saw a flood of comments pop up in the chat. "Yoooooo", "Hey Ri!!", "wassup bae", "I miss youuuuu" were some of the comments she read. She chuckled to herself, feeling grateful for the love and support from her fans.

As she scrolled down the chat, she noticed that many of the fans were curious and excited about her upcoming race. "When's your next race?" "You gon' win?" "I can't wait to see you race!" were some of the messages she saw. Ri smirked, feeling confident and pumped up. "My next race is coming up in three weeks," she said aloud. "And hell yeah, I'm gon’ win. Y’all know I ain’t gon’ lose, hell naw."

The chat immediately exploded with even more enthusiastic messages. "Yesssss", "You got this boo", "I know you gon' win!!" filled the chat. Ri smiled, feeling even more pumped up and motivated. "Thanks y'all," she responded, her tone filled with gratitude. "I appreciate the support. I'm gon’ work my ass off and give it my all."

Ri let out a hearty laugh as she read the questions from her female fans asking if she needed a girlfriend. "Y'all girls tryna' slide in my DMs?" she joked. "I appreciate the love, but I'm straight. I'm just focused on my racing."

The chat was filled with comments from the girl fans, expressing their disappointment playfully. "Awwww", "Damn it", "We was gon’ treat you rightttt" were some of the remarks that showed up in the chat. Ri chuckled at their banter, feeling amused and entertained by their playful flirting.

Ri chuckled as she scanned through the comments, seeing that her fans were curious about her celebrity crush. "My celebrity crush? Y'all nosy, huh?" she joked. "I mean, I got a few that I think are fine. Rihanna is a queen. She fine as hell."

“But if I had to choose just one... man, that's tough. There're so many fine women out there." she continued with a smirk. "Halle Berry, Gabrielle Union, Teyana Taylor... those ladies got me weak in the knees."

The chat was filled with comments from Ri's fans, some of them expressing agreement and others playfully teasing her. "Yesssss", "That's some good taste," "You hella fine so it make sense," they said. Ri couldn't help but laugh at their reactions, feeling entertained and amused by their banter.

Ri chuckled as she read the comments about needing her hair braided. "You know what? I do need my hair braided," she admitted. "I'm due for a new style soon. And I heard there's this one girl who does bomb ass braids. She's the best in the city."

The chat exploded with excitement and enthusiasm. "We know who you're talking about," "That girl is talented asf," "Her braids are on point. "Ri should talk to her," the comments read. Ri smirked, amused at the fans' eagerness to connect her with this braid girl.

Author: So, your name will be cinnamon 💗.

Ri raised an eyebrow as she read through the comments, noticing how the fans were hyping up this girl named Cinnamon, who was the braider they were talking about. "Oh, Cinnamon, huh?" she said, her tone mildly interested. "I've heard about her, but I never met her. Y'all sayin' she fine as hell and pretty, huh?"

Ri looked at her phone as the @s for your Instagram account started coming through in the chat. "Oh, y'all got her Instagram handle and everything," she noted, impressed by how thorough her fans were. "Aight, bet. I might have to book an appointment with this Cinnamon girl. If she's THAT good and fine, I gotta see for myself."

Ri's eyes widened as she browsed through your Instagram profile. "Damn, she's fine as hell," Ri thought to herself, scrolling through the pictures that showed off your gorgeous looks and your impressive braiding skills. Ri was definitely intrigued, and she felt the urge to book an appointment with you.

As she looked through your Instagram profile, Ri saw that you had a link in her bio for booking appointments. Ri clicked on the link, which led her to a website that listed your services and availability. Ri saw that you had a few openings in her schedule for the next few weeks, and she decided to go ahead and book an appointment with you.

You were a vision of beauty as you stood in the hair salon, effortlessly working on someone's braids. Your long eyelashes fluttered gently against your skin, your eyes low and hooded with a relaxed, almost seductive expression. Your face was a masterpiece all on its own - pretty and well defined, with thick brows and full lips, now adorned in a pretty pink lipgloss. Your pink pixie mullet glimmered in the salon lights, a contrast to your dark brown skin, and your long acrylic nails were painted in the same shade of pink as your dress and lipgloss. You were the very picture of femininity, with a curvy body that was tastefully accentuated by your sexy dress.

The thin, silk material of the dress hugged your curves in all the right places, leaving little to the imagination as it clung to your ample bust, and your thick thighs as it flowed around your hips. The dress was short, showing off the rose tattoo on your thigh, and your perfectly manicured toes curled into your pink glitter delicate sandals.

The salon was buzzing with activity, and as you worked your magic, you drew the attention of both the clients and the other stylists in the room. People were stealing glances and admiring the view, your every movement and gesture exuding a magnetic allure that was both captivating and alluring.

You, as if unaware of the attention you were receiving, merely focused on your work, her hands moving with practiced skill and finesse as you continued to braid the client's hair. Despite her effortless sex appeal, You were completely focused on the task at hand, your mind and eyes fixed on the intricately woven braid patterns.

You finished up the client's braids, and you spun the chair around so she would face the large mirror. The client looked at herself, her face lighting up as she saw the intricate braid patterns and the way they fell in a neat waterfall down her back.

"What you think baby? You like?" You asked, your voice smooth and lilting.

"I love it!" the client replied, a wide smile on her face as she twisted her head from side to side, admiring the way the braids shimmered under the salon lights.

"You did a great job, as always. No one does my hair like you."

You chuckled, feeling satisfied with your work. "Well thank you baby, I'm glad you like it," You said, your tone warm and friendly. You then looked at your schedule and noticed a new appointment you’ve never saw before.

"Hey, I got a new client coming in a bit for braids," you said, your voice curious.

As your client paid you and left, your homegirl Anita came to you excited as hell.

Anita bounded over to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement.* "Girl, you not gon' believe who just booked a appointment with you.”

You raised an eyebrow, curious and skeptical. "Yeah? Who you talkin' bout?" You asked, folding your arms and giving Anita a sidelong glance.

Anita's smile widened, clearly amused at your reluctance to believe her. "I'm serious girl, I'm telling you, this girl is fine as hell. And you know them fine girls like gettin' they hair braided for."

You rolled your eyes, not quite believing what Anita was saying. "Oh please, you know how many fine girls come in here?" You said, smirking at Anita. "I ain't gon’ get my hopes up, you know that."

Anita shook her head, her excitement undiminished. "Nah girl, you don't understand. This girl is on a whole 'nother level. I'm telling you, she's fine and her instagram be poppin', girl got a huge fan base, and she's a damn celebrity herself. She's like a pro racer."

Your eyes widened in surprise, realizing who Anita was talking about.

"Wait, you talkin' about Ri Udaku?" You asked, the skepticism replaced by intrigue.

Anita nodded, a sly smile crossing her face. "Yup, that's the one. I know you know who I'm talking 'bout. You know her ass fine as hell. And I'm tellin' you, this Ri girl booked this appointment with you. It’s next Friday too!”

You couldn't deny the fact that Ri was indeed one of the finest women you’ve ever seen. And the fact that she came to her for braids sent a thrill down your spine.

"Oh yeah, Ri fine as hell alright,” You said, your tone sly and slightly amused. "And you telling me she asked for me specifically?"

You picked up your phone, scrolling through m your notifications, you noticed a sudden flood of mentions and new followers popping up on your Instagram feed.

"Damn, I'm getting more attention than usual," You muttered, a smirk growing on your face as you scrolled through the list of new followers.

You then noticed a familiar name among them - Ri Udaku.

Your eyes widened at the sight of Ri's name. You couldn't believe that the fine racer herself had actually followed you on Instagram.

"Holy shiiit, Ri really did follow me," You said, your tone a mix of disbelief and excitement.

Your heart raced as you seen Ri's DM on your Instagram. Quickly, you tapped on the message and wrote a reply.

"Hey Ri, it's Cinnamon. Just saw your DM and sure thing, next Friday works for me.”

Ri's reply came through quickly, her message brimming with excitement.

"Aight, thanks mamas. Looking forward to it. See you then."

You couldn't help but smile at Ri's reply. You loved it when your clients called you mamas, and coming from Ri, it made your heart flutter.

"Aww, she called me mamas," You muttered to yourself, your tone slightly giddy.

Anita suddenly popped up next to you, her tone teasing and mischievous.

Oh, girl you got you some coochie!" Anita said with a smirk, looking at you with a suggestive expression.

Your face turned redder than a tomato at Anita's comment, and you playfully swatted her.

"Girl, shut up 'fore I hit you," you said, trying to contain your laughter and embarrassment, still holding your phone.

Anita cackled, loving the way she teased you.

"Nah girll, I'm just playin' with you. But seriously, you know you gon' be doin' some fine ass braids for that fine ass woman." Anita said, winking at you.

You rolled your eyes at Anita's comment, but deep down, you couldn't deny the thrill you felt at the prospect of braiding Ri's hair. Ri was a well-known and attractive figure in the racing world, and you couldn't help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of doing her braids.

Meanwhile, Ri gripped Amira's hips tightly, slamming her thick strap into the woman's dripping pussy with ruthless intensity. Sweat dripped down her brow as she powered through, lost in the primal rhythm of fucking. The sound of skin slapping against skin echoed through the room, punctuated by Amira's moans and pleas for mercy.

"Fuuuck, you take it so well Baby.." Ri growled in her ear softly, her voice raw with lust. She leaned forward, biting Amira's neck hard enough to leave a mark. "You love gettin' wrecked by me, don't it baby?"

Amira whimpered and nodded frantically, her nails digging into Ri's back as she met each thrust with desperate eagerness. Ri felt her own arousal building, the coil of tension in her core winding tighter with every stroke.

Ri continued to pound into Amira's eager pussy, her movements growing more erratic as she neared her climax. Despite the intense connection between them, Ri knew their relationship was purely physical - Amira was just one of Ri's many girls, just a warm body for her to use whenever she needed to release some tension. Ri didn't claim her as girlfriend, she wasn't looking for anything serious.

But damn, Amiri was hella fine, her body was banging and her face was pretty as hell, even if she was a little bit clingy sometimes.

Amira whined and bucked wildly, her own orgasm crashing over her as Ri's words pushed her over the edge. Ri snarled in satisfaction, feeling her own release surge through her veins.

Right now though, Ri didn't care cuz she wasn't here for no deep connection, just here to take care of her needs and then dip.

Amira was moving her hips so damn good, and Ri's grip on her waist became tight, and she moaned out loudly.

"Oh god, I love you baby." Amira said, looking up at Ri, her eyes full of affection and love.

Ri didn't feel that way about her at all, but she said the words anyway.

"Mmmh, I love you too Ma."

Ri let out a guttural moan, feeling Amiri's warm essence coat her strap-on as the other woman climaxed. She pumped her hips faster, relishing the slick friction between their bodies. Her own arousal was building rapidly, aching to be satisfied.

Ri growled, leaning forward to capture Amira’s mouth in a sloppy, dominant kiss. Her tongue plundered the other woman's mouth, tasting the warmth of her saliva, and the constant pant of her breath.

Ri broke the kiss, panting heavily as she continued to thrust into Amira’s eager cunt. The headboard slammed against the wall with each powerful stroke, the sound mingling with their heavy breathing and lewd squelches of lube and sex.

Ri gasped sharply as Amira suddenly started fucking back into her, the sudden resistance sending sparks of pleasure shooting through her body. She gripped Amira’s hips harder, fingers digging into flesh as she met each forceful thrust with her own.

Ri's free hand slid down to where their bodies joined, fingers seeking out Amira’s sensitive clit. She rubbed the swollen bud in firm circles, determined to push the other woman over the edge once more.

Ri felt the first spurt of Amira’s climax hit her strap, followed by a gush of warm fluid that soaked her strap and dripped down her legs. She slowed her thrusts to a gentle rock, savoring the sensation of Amiri's cunt milking her toy.

“Mmm, fuck yeah...squirtin' on my strap like a good girl," Ri praised, her voice low and approving. She continued to rub Amira’s clit, coaxing out every last drop of pleasure.

As Amira’s spasms began to subside, Ri withdrew her strap, giving it a few lazy strokes through the mess of fluids coating it.

After they finished, Amira was laid out on the bed as she watched Ri put her clothes on. Ri finished putting her clothes on, her body still slick with sweat. She noticed Amira watching her, her eyes filled with an expression that Ri knew all too well. Amira was hoping for more, hoping that Ri would stay the night and cuddle with her.

But Ri had no intention of sticking around. She wasn't looking for any kind of emotional connection, just a quick release. She looked over at Amira, her expression cool and unbothered.

She saw the look on Amira's face and knew what she was thinking. But Ri had a race coming up, and she didn't have time to get feelings involved. She put on her leather jacket, the soft material hugging her body just right. Then she looked back at Amira, her tone neutral.

"Aight Ma, I gotta dip." Ri said, not even glancing back as she walked out the room. She didn't look back, didn't even say a proper goodbye. Just like that, she was gone.

Amira was left lying there in bed, feeling a little bit hurt but not too surprised. She knew what she was getting into with a girl like Ri. It was just a hook up nothing emotional.

She sat up on the bed, feeling a little bit empty, but also relieved that she wasn’t holding herself up for something that wasn’t going to happen. She picked up her phone and opened her Instagram, trying to distract herself from her thoughts.

Her feed was filled with pictures of Ri, the pro racer had millions of followers, and she was a huge deal. Amira couldn’t help but feel a little pang of jealousy and envy as she saw pics of Ri with so many beautiful women, including famous models and celebrities.

She tried to brush off the feeling, telling herself that she was being ridiculous. She knew Ri wasn’t looking for anything serious, so why was she being so damn clingy? She took a deep breath, trying to shake off the feeling of loneliness and longing.

You walked in through the door, greeted by the aroma of your boyfriend Daniel's cooking. He was busy in the kitchen, preparing a meal for the two of you. But as you looked at him, you couldn't shake off the feeling of indifference. He was handsome and nice and treated you well, but recently, you just didn't feel the same way anymore.

You tried to brush off the feeling, telling yourself you were just tired or stressed out. But deep down, you knew there was something more to it. You couldn't shake off the thought that you were starting to find women more attractive than men, and seeing your boyfriend in the kitchen, cooking for you, made you feel nothing at all.

You removed your salon apron, feeling a bit tired and sweaty after a long day of braids. You slipped off your sandals and your feet felt the coolness of the tile. Daniel came over, greeting you with a kiss on the cheek. "Hey Ma, how was work?"

You gave him a small smile, trying to feign enthusiasm. "It was alright, just the same old people coming in for the same old styles." You said, not wanting to make him feel like you were complaining about him.

Daniel nodded, a look of sympathy on his face. "I bet, just the same old stuff everyday. You must be tired." He said, stroking your hair gently.

Inside, you felt a wave of annoyance wash over you. You wanted to swat Daniel's hand away, but you held back, knowing that you were just trying to be affectionate. So instead, you forced yourself to lean into his touch, pretending to enjoy the way his fingers ran through your hair.

You faked a yawn, doing your best to sell the act of being tired. Daniel bought it hook, line, and sinker, his eyes softening as he looked at you. He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a hug. "Aw baby, you tired? You wanna go rest in the bed and I'll wake you up when it's time to eat?" He asked, his voice full of affection.

You nodded, grateful for the chance to get away from him. "Yeah, I'm really exhausted. I think I'll go lie down for a bit." You said, extricating yourself from his embrace and heading towards their bedroom.

Daniel watched you walk away, a hint of concern on his face. "You sure you alright baby?" He called out, a trace of worry in his voice.

"I'm fine," You replied over your shoulder, trying to sound reassuring. "Just really tired, that's all." You disappeared into the bedroom, shutting the door behind you and letting out a heavy sigh.

You leaned against the door, closing your eyes and letting out a heavy sigh. You felt guilty for lying to Daniel, but you couldn't bring herself to tell him the truth. You knew he loved you, and you didn't want to hurt him, but you couldn't deny that you were losing feelings for him and starting to realize that you might prefer women.

You pushed yourself away from the door and went over to the bed, flopping down onto your back and staring up at the ceiling. Your mind was racing, and you couldn't shake off the guilt and confusion that was building up inside of you.

The thought of a hot shower seemed like the perfect distraction, so you got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom. You turned on the water, letting it warm up as you started to undress. As you stepped under the spray of water, you let out a deep sigh, feeling the tension start to ease from your shoulders. The water was hot and soothing, and you closed your eyes, allowing yourself self to just feel the heat wash over your body.

The thoughts of Ri flooded your mind, and you let out a soft moan as your hand slid over your body. You imagined Ri's hands on you, touching and exploring you, and suddenly you felt a rush of heat run through your body. You tried to push the thoughts away, but the more you thought about Ri, the more the heat built up inside you. You pictured Ri's muscular body, her sharp jawline, and the look of lust in her eyes as she stared at you...

Your breathing became heavier as you imagined Ri’s lips on your neck, her teeth gently nipping at your skin. Her hands were now roaming over your body, almost like they had a mind of their own. You let out a sharp breath, your hand moving down your body, towards your thighs. You couldn't stop thinking about Ri's lips, her lips that looked like they could do amazing things to your body...

Your eyes snapped open, your thoughts of Ri abruptly interrupted by Daniel's voice through the door. It was a jarring reminder of reality, and you felt a twinge of guilt for getting lost in your fantasies about another woman.

Daniel's voice rang out again, slightly muffled by the door, but still loud enough to carry through the bathroom. "Hey Ma, the food is ready now." He said, his tone casual and cheerful, not knowing that his girlfriend was having a mental battle in the shower.

You clenched your teeth, trying to push away the thoughts of Ri from your mind. You wanted to enjoy dinner and spend time with your boyfriend, not fantasize about another woman. But you couldn’t deny the fact that Ri was slowly taking over your thoughts, and it was getting harder to ignore the attraction you were feeling.

You turned off the water and stepped out of the shower, wrapping yourself in a towel. You took a deep breath, trying to compose yourself and push away the thoughts of Ri, at least for now.

You walked out of the bathroom, your body wrapped in a silk robe. Your hair was still wet and your skin smelled like vanilla, a scent that Daniel loved. As you entered the living room, you saw Daniel setting the table, a smile on his face when he saw you.

“You look beautiful as always,” Daniel commented, his eyes roaming over your body. The way the silk of the robe clung to your curves and hugged your soft body. You tried to smile, knowing that Daniel was trying to compliment and be sweet, but it fell flat to you. You didn’t feel any heat or excitement from his eyes.

“Thanks…” you said, the word coming out dull and empty. You sat down at the table, fiddling with the hem of your robe. You tried to act normal, but Daniel noticed something off with you. He frowned slightly, concern etched on his face.

"Is everything good baby? You seem a little out of it." He asked, taking a seat next to you. He reached out to touch your hand, trying to get you to look at him.

You withdrew your hand from his touch subtly. "I'm fine, just tired," you said, looking down at your plate. You hated the way he was looking at you, like he was waiting for you to open up and share your feelings. You just wanted to eat and go to bed, preferably alone.

As you two ate in silence, Daniel stole glances at you. He couldn't put his finger on it, but something was definitely off. Maybe it was just stress from work, but you seemed distant and cold. The usual warmth and affection you showed him were nowhere to be found.

Suddenly, Daniels phone rung, as he took the call and stepped away for a bit. You were hoping that it was his job calling him in today. You let out a sigh of relief when you heard Daniel step away and answer the phone. You hoped that it was his job calling, asking him to come in for a double shift. That would give you some time to yourself, and you could try to sort out the conflicting emotions bubbling up inside you.

Daniel's voice drifted from the other room, but you couldn't make out what he was saying. As the minutes passed, You waited, your fingers fidgeting with the edge of your robe. You kept glancing towards the door, hoping that Daniel would come back and say he had to leave.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, Daniel came back into the room. He looked slightly frustrated, running a hand through his hair. Your heart skipped a beat, hoping that he was called into work, but then he spoke and it all became clear. "My damn boss," he said with an exasperated sigh, "he just called and asked me to cover his shift tonight. He's got some family emergency or something, but I gotta head over there soon. You gon’ be okay baby?”

You felt a mixture of relief and annoyance wash over you. On one hand, you were glad that you would be alone tonight. On the other hand, you couldn't stand the thought of another night of pretending to be something she wasn't. But you plastered on a smile and nodded your head.

“Go on baby, I’ll be fine.”

Daniel still looked concerned, noticing the forced smile on your face. He wanted to press you more, but he knew better. With a sigh, he grabbed his keys and jacket, getting ready for the long shift ahead. "Aight beautiful, well I'll see you later then," he said, giving you a quick peck on the lips as he walked towards the front door. You watched silently as Daniel left the house, closing the door behind him. You waited for a moment, listening to the sound of the car starting up and driving away before letting out a long sigh.

The pulsing sensation between your legs intensified, the thought of touching yourself almost irresistible. You knew it would provide some temporary relief from the frustration and confusion your life had become, but a part of you also felt guilty for even thinking about it. You tried to distract yourself by scrolling through social media, but your mind kept wandering back to the image of Ri, that fine ass woman….

As you laid on the couch, your mind drifted back to Ri’. Every time you closed your eyes, her image appeared, along with the tantalizing sensations coursing through her body. Your fingers trailed down your stomach, dipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

You inhaled sharply as your fingers brushed against the slick folds of your sex, already damp with arousal. Imaginary images of Ri’s gentle touch, the warmth of her breath, and the depth of her gaze flooded your senses. With a soft moan, you began to stroke yourself, imagining Ri’s hands replacing your own. As your hands roamed your body, kneading and teasing your sensitive nipples, you couldn't help but picture Ri’s elegant fingers performing the same intimate gestures. The fantasy sent jolts of electricity through your veins, heightening your arousal.

"Ri, touch me like that," you panted, your voice husky with desire. "Make me yours, just for a moment." You pinched and rolled your nipples, gasping at the pleasurable ache. Your other hand continued its relentless pace between your thighs, stroking faster as your orgasm neared.

Mmm, yes... oh, Riiii!" You cried out, your body tensing as the first waves of climax crashed over you. You rode the intense pleasure, your imagination running wild with scenarios of the racer joining you in ecstasy.

You laid back on your bed, feeling the exhaustion of the day finally catch up to you. The stress and tension that had been weighing you down seemed to have lifted slightly, leaving you feeling relaxed and a bit more relaxed. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and letting yourself sink further into the sheets.

5 days later, you walked into the salon early, setting up your station as usual. You had spent the last few days trying to push thoughts of Ri out of your mind considering you literally masturbated to her. You told yourself that it was just a harmless attraction. But as you prepared your tools and got ready for the day, you couldn't help but feel a flutter of anticipation in your stomach.

As the hours ticked by, the salon was surprisingly slow. Anita was supposed to work today, but she had called in sick. That meant that you were left alone, which you didn't mind too much. But as it got later in the afternoon, you began to feel more nervous. Your last client of the day was none other than Ri, the pro racer that you’ve been trying to forget about for the past few days.

Your heart raced in your chest as you looked down at your watch, seeing that Ri's appointment was only an hour away. You tried to shake off the feeling, telling yourself that it was just another client, nothing more. But the closer it got to the appointment time, the harder it was for you to push those damn thoughts out of your head.

Suddenly, you looked up from your station, your heart skipping a beat as you saw Ri walking through the door. The sight of her in person was even more mesmerizing than you remembered, and you found yourself staring for a few seconds too long.

Ri walked into the salon, looking good as hell. She had on a grey hoodie with the hood up, her dark curls peeking out just enough to frame her face. Her eyes were half-lidded, giving her a sleepy and seductive look. She was wearing a pair of grey sweats, and when they hung low it gave a glimpse of her boxers. Her arms and hands were covered in tattoos that seemed to move as if on their own, intricate and beautiful lines and patterns danced under her dark brown skin.

You watched as Ri walked in the salon, her presence immediately feeling overwhelming. Her eyes seemed to peer into your very soul, those deep red low-lidded eyes boring into yours as she looked up at you. She gave you a small smile, her lip and tongue piercings glinting in the light.

"Excuse me Mama, you cinnamon?" Ri asked, looking up at you with an amused smirk. Her voice was smooth and deep, her Atlanta accent coming through strong. Her eyes raked up and down your body, taking in every bit of you.

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Ri eyed you up and down. She had a confident energy about her, and you couldn’t help but feel a bit nervous under her gaze. "Yea, I’m cinnamon," you answered, trying to keep your voice steady.

Ri’s smile widened as she heard you confirm her question. She looked you up and down once more, taking in every detail, before nodding with satisfaction. "Good, ain’t never heard of another person who do braids better than you ma. I’m finna be a recurring customer fr fr, my regular stylist booked up."

You couldn’t help but feel a little bit of pride swell up in you. You knew you were good at what you do, but hearing the praise from someone like Ri was different than anything you’ve experienced so far. "Thanks," you replied, not knowing how to respond. You motioned for her to follow you over to the back, where your station was set up.

Ri followed you over to your station, her gaze never leaving you. You could feel her eyes on you the entire time, and it made you a little bit self-conscious. She sat down on the chair in front of your station, leaning back and resting her arms on the armrests.

"So what you tryna get today?", you asked, finally looking at Ri.

"Cornrows," Ri replied, her gaze never leaving you. "Aight, bet. Gimme a min to get everything set up. In the meantime you can take off your hoodie."

Ri nodded and stood up, starting to take off her hoodie, revealing a fitted tank top on her and tattoos on her arms that moved elegantly with her body. She took a seat back down, and you couldn’t help but notice how toned her body was.

You shook the thought out of your head, trying to stay focused. You had a job to do, and you couldn’t let yourself get distracted by your client’s body, no matter how attractive they might be. You grabbed the stuff you needed for the cornrows and got to work, trying your best to ignore the way Ri’s gaze was burning into the back of your head.

You plugged your phone in to the speaker, the smooth sounds of Jhene Aiko’s vocals filled the room as you started to work on Ri’s hair. The music only added to the already intimate atmosphere, and you could feel Ri’s eyes on you, watching you work.

Ri was staring at you, her eyes glued to your every move. The music seemed to make everything more intimate, the sound of Jhene’s voice filling the room as you worked on her hair. She could tell you were nervous, your hands trembling slightly as you brushed and braided her hair.

Ri said nothing, watching you in silence as you braided her hair. The sound of her breathing and the music was the only thing you could hear, save for the occasional sound of you braiding her hair. She was studying you, taking in every part of you, from your hands to your hair, to your facial expressions. She could tell you were nervous, and she found it cute.

After a while of her watching you in silence, Ri finally spoke up. Her voice was low and soft, her eyes still fixed on you.

"Ay ma, how old are you?" Ri asked.

You almost jumped at the sound of her voice, not expecting her to speak. You looked up at her for a moment, surprised by her question. "I'm 23," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady.

Ri nodded, her eyes never leaving yours. "Damn ma, I thought you was older. You look grown as hell, in a good way of course.." She said with a smirk.

You couldn’t help but smile a little bit, the complimented making your heart beat a little bit faster. Still, you were trying to keep your cool and stay professional. "Thanks," you replied, continuing to work on her hair.

Ri watched you work for a few more minutes, the music still playing in the background. She seemed curious, and eventually, she spoke up again.

"Ay, can I ask you somethin’ ma?" Ri’s voice was smooth and casual.

You paused your braiding for a moment, looking up at her. "Sure, go ahead." You said, trying to sound casual even though your heart was starting to beat faster.

Ri smirked, noticing the slight change in your demeanor. She leaned back in the chair, getting more comfortable.

"You got a boyfriend ma?" Ri asked casually, her eyes roving over your face, waiting for your answer.

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes a little, thinking about your current boyfriend, Daniel. You didn’t feel the same way about him anymore, and you were starting to realize that you were attracted to women more than men.

"Yeah, I got a boyfriend..." you replied, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed a hint of boredom.

Ri noticed the eye roll and the tone of your voice, and she couldn’t help but be intrigued. She leaned forward in her chair, her eyes locked on you.

"You don’t sound too happy about that ma," Ri said, her voice low and seductive.

You paused for a moment, caught off guard by the comment. You tried to keep a poker face, but you couldn’t deny that you were starting to feel a little bit flustered.

"It’s just complicated," you replied, not wanting to go into too much detail about your current relationship.

Ri nodded, a smirk on her face. She could sense that there was more to the story, but she didn’t push it. Instead, she switched gears.

"How long ya’ll been together?" Ri asked, curiosity still evident in her voice.

"Two years," you answered, continuing to braid Ri’s hair, trying to keep your mind focused on the task at hand instead of the attractive pro racer sitting in front of you.

Ri nodded, her gaze still fixed on your face. She seemed satisfied with your answer, but she wasn’t satisfied enough yet.

"And how he treat you?" Ri asked, her question innocent, but her tone was not.

You sighed, considering the question. It was a complicated answer, but you tried to be honest.

"He treats me fine, I guess. He’s always been good to me, but recently I just ain’t been feeling him the way I used to..." You said, your voice trailing off, sounding tired and weary.

Ri nodded, listening intently. She could tell there was more to the story, but she didn’t push it.

"Whatchu mean you don’t feel him? He don’t treat you good no more or sumn?" Ri asked, her tone casual.

You shrugged, trying to find the right words to explain. "It’s just...I don’t know. Maybe it’s me, maybe I’m the one who’s changed, but I just don’t feel the same way anymore. We used to be good together, but now...now I just feel trapped, like I’m stuck in a relationship that I no longer have feelings for..."

Ri looked at you for a moment, studying your face as you spoke. She could see the conflict in your eyes, the mixture of confusion and sadness. Her expression softened slightly, and she leaned back in the chair again.

"Sounds like you in a tough spot, ma.. You should talk to ole dude." Ri said in a gentle tone.

After hours of braiding, you finally finished Ri’s hair, letting her look at it in the mirror. Ri looked at herself in the mirror, admiring the intricate cornrows that now adorned her head.

"Damn ma, you never disappoint, real talk. My hair look good as hell." She said with a smile, her gaze flickering to your reflection in the mirror.

You felt a sense of pride swell up in you as she complimented your work. You were a perfectionist when it came to hairstyles, and you always strived to do the best for your clients.

"Thanks," you replied, trying to keep your voice steady, even though her gaze was making you feel a little flustered.

Ri turned around in her chair, her eyes still fixed on you. Her gaze was intense, and you could feel her studying you from head to toe. She leaned back against the chair, resting her arms on the armrests.

"You hella good at this. You know a lotta stuff about hair.. what else you good at, ma?"

You felt a shiver run down your spine as Ri looked at you with that hungry gaze. She was obviously eyeing you up and down, and you could feel her eyes burning a path down your body. You tried to keep your cool, but her intense look was leaving you feeling a little bit out of sorts.

"I mean, I’ve got other talents.." You said with a shrug, trying to stay nonchalant even though your heart was beating fast.

Ri smirked at your statement, letting out a soft chuckle. She leaned back in the chair, still looking you up and down.

"Yeah, well I got a special talent of my own. It's somethin’ a lot of women can testify to.." Ri said with a sly grin.

Ri thought about it for a second, her eyes flicking to the clock on the wall. It was almost closing time, and she knew she had to get going soon. "You know what ma, I actually got an invitation to the after party that’s happening after the race tomorrow night. You free to come watch me race?" Ri asked, her question straightforward and blunt.

You were taken aback by the invitation, not sure if it was professional to go. But you found yourself nodding before you could stop yourself.

"Yeah, I could come watch. I'm off tomorrow so I should be free." You replied, trying to seem nonchalant, even though you were kind of excited at the prospect of seeing her race.

Ri smiled, pleased with your answer.

"Aight bet. I’ll have my people arrange a section for you to sit in. It’ll be fun, promise." She said, standing up from the chair and grabbing her hoodie.

You nodded, trying to ignore the way your heart was racing in your chest. You watched as she got her hoodie and slipped it on, hiding her toned body from your view and instantly making you feel kind of bummed.

Ri looked at you, a smirk on her face as she noticed your expression change.

"Aw you ain’t like the way I cover that up, huh?" She teased, pulling her hood up over her head.

Ri pulled out her wallet, looking at the bills inside before looking back up at you. "How much you say this cost, ma?" She asked, raising an eyebrow.

"It’s $150..." You replied, expecting her to just give you the exact amount, but she surprised you by pulling out a few hundred dollar bills and holding them out to you.

Your eyes went wide as you looked at the stack of bills in her hand. "W-wow...you know I can’t accept all that, right?"

Ri chuckled, waving her hand dismissively. "Don’t worry, consider it a tip. I’m generous when it comes to beautiful women."

Your cheeks reddened at her words, your heart fluttering in your chest. You’d been complimented many times before, but there was something about the way she said it, combined with that hungry gaze...

Ri walked past you, her hand landing on your ass with a gentle pat. "I’ll see you at the race, ma." She said with a smirk, before walking out of the salon, leaving you standing there with a racing heart and flushed cheeks.

You stood there for a moment, your hand resting on the spot where she’d touched you. Your entire body was buzzing with energy, your heart beating faster than it usually did. You couldn’t help but feel a mix of excitement and nervousness at the thought of seeing Ri again the next night...

You cleaned up the salon after she left, your mind still on her throughout the entire process. When you got home, you found a note from your boyfriend Daniel saying he had to work late that night. You didn’t bother reading the rest of the note as you went to your bedroom.

You started to go through your closet, pulling out one of the outfits you knew looked good on you. But then your thoughts shifted to the packs of braiding hair sitting on your dresser. You picked up one of the packs, looking at the shiny strands of hair in your hand. You realized that you still had to braid your hair for tomorrow...and the thought of doing it yourself made you excited. You took a deep breath and started to split your hair into sections, starting the long process of braiding your own hair.

As you braided your hair, you found yourself thinking about Ri. The way she had looked at you, the way she touched you, the sound of her voice... It was the sound that stuck with you the most. Her deep, smooth voice saying your name, the sexy drawl that made every syllable sound like a temptation. You let out a soft sigh, your hands moving without even realizing it, going through the familiar motions of braiding...

The thought of seeing her again tomorrow night brought a smile to your face. You couldn’t wait to see her in action, and the thought of being in the stands, watching her race... you couldn’t help but feel a little thrill run through you. You kept braiding, the anticipation building up inside you.

You finished braiding your hair, taking a few steps back to admire it. Satisfied with how it looked, you grabbed your phone and took a quick picture of the hairstyle. You uploaded it to your story, captioning it "new hairstyle who this? 👀" and sat back patiently, waiting for the comments to roll in.

Comments from all of your friends and followers started pouring in, all of them complimenting your new look and asking who braided your hair. But one stood out in particular, a comment that said "Looking good ma 😍 can’t wait to see you tomorrow". You recognized the username immediately, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

The comments went wild when people noticed that Ri had commented on your story. "Ooh, looks like someone has a secret admirer 👀" one person wrote, followed by another comment that said "Damn Ri be shooting her shot early 🤌🏼”

The more comments that came in, the more your cheeks grew red. You couldn’t believe that Ri had openly commented on your story like that, and people were noticing - and shipping the two of you together. You tried to brush it off, but you couldn’t deny the little thrill that went through you everytime you thought about seeing her tomorrow...

You scrolled through the comments, seeing the different reactions from your friends and followers. It was clear that people had noticed the chemistry between you and Ri, and they weren’t shy about letting you know. One comment read "Ri out here shooting her shot like a pro 🏀" another one that said "Dang, Ri ain’t even trying to hide it, huh? 👀😂"

Daniel came home a bit earlier than expected, and his mood was anything but pleasant. He was already irritated from his double shift at work, but the moment he saw your story, his mood turned for the worse.

He was pissed off when he noticed that Ri, a lesbian, had commented on your picture with heart eyes. He couldn’t help but feel a sense of anger and jealousy, wondering what kind of relationship you had with the pro racer.

He slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing throughout the house. He stormed into the living room, where he saw you sitting on the couch, scrolling through your phone. He couldn’t help but notice how flushed your face was, and he couldn’t help but wonder if it was because of Ri’s comment.

He cleared his throat. “Who the hell is Ri, and why she leaving heart eyes under yo picture ma? I don’t recall you telling me you knew anybody named “Ri”.

You were caught off guard by his anger and possessive tone. You sat up on the couch, setting your phone down on the coffee table.

"Ri? She's just an acquaintance, I did her hair earlier today." You replied, trying to sound nonchalant.

He raised an eyebrow, not buying it. "Just an acquaintance? Then why she leaving heart eyes under yo picture like yall in a relationship or sumn?" He crossed his arms, his expression stern and suspicious.

*You sighed, knowing that you wouldn't be able to get out of this conversation easily. "She's just a... really friendly person ight? It doesn't mean anything." You replied, realizing that the excuse was weak even to your own ears.

He narrowed his eyes, not convinced by your explanation. "Really friendly? That ain’t just friendly ma, that’s another level of friendly. You sure she ain’t no threat to us?" His voice was full of suspicion and jealousy.

You shook your head, exasperated. "No, no, there's nothing like that going on. She's just a client of mine, you're overthinking it." You tried to downplay the situation, hoping he'd drop the subject. But Daniel wasn't backing down so easily.

You let out an exasperated sigh, your patience starting to wear thin as his questions continued. You smacked your teeth, shaking your head. "Seriously Daniel, it's not that deep. She's just a client, nothing more. Can you please drop it?"

He rolled his eyes, not wanting to give up that easy. "Don’t give me that bullshit ma, she ain’t just a client. I saw how she commented on yo picture wit her heart eyes, like she tryna holla at you. You expect me to just ignore that? Hell nah.” He said, his voice growing louder.

You felt a surge of anger rise within you at his accusations. "I ain’t having this conversation with you right now. You're acting like I’m cheating on you or something, which is not the case. Ri is just a client, and her leaving a heart eye emoji on my picture is harmless, it’s not that deep. Can you please just trust me on this?" You said, your voice sharp and irritated.

He let out a scoff, clearly not believing you. "Trust you? How can I trust you when you lying to my face like that ma? A lesbian leaving heart eyes and commenting wit all them damn emojis is harmless? You out yo damn mind if you think that don’t mean something. She’s clearly interested in you ma. Ain’t no way imma let that slide." His jealousy was clear as day, his words filled with possessive anger.

You reached your limit with his jealousy and accusations. "Get out of my goddamn house Daniel. I am not dealing with your insecure bullshit right now." You snapped, standing up from the couch and glaring at him.

He was taken aback by your sudden outburst, not anticipating such a strong reaction from you. "What the hell ma, you tryna kick me out? I live here too! You can’t just tell me to get out because I’m pointin’ out the obvious." He said, his anger still present, but now mixed with surprise and hurt.

You were beyond irritated at this point. "I don’t care. I told you, I’m not dealing with your insecure bullshit right now. You wanna act like a goddamn caveman and accuse me of cheating when I ain’t do nothing, then you can get out of my face until you get your head on straight." You said, your voice steely.

He looked at you, his expression a mix of anger and disbelief. "You for real right now? You gon kick me out just cuz I want you to stop talking to this Ri hoe? You really gon choose a girl over your man?" His voice was filled with frustration and accusation.

You couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth. "Choose? Really? Since when is keeping in touch with a client considered choosing someone over you? Since when is it a crime for someone to comment on my picture with heart eyes? Just because she happens to be a lesbian and find me attractive?" You shot back, your voice rising in anger.

He snapped back at you. “So now you admit she finds you attractive? So I was right, she hittin on you and you tryna play it off like she ain’t! That’s messed up ma, you doin me wrong. You wrong for that.." He said, his voice firm and stern.

You pointed towards the front door, your hand trembling with anger. "Get the fuck out." *You said, your tone leaving no room for argument. You weren't going to put up with his bullshit any longer.

He looked at you, shocked by the finality in your voice. "You for real ma? You choose that girl over me? After all we’ve been through, everything I’ve done for you?" His voice held a hint of desperation as he tried to convince you to change your mind.

You clenched your fists, your anger and frustration reaching a boiling point. "Choice? This ain’t about no damn choice, Daniel. This is about trust and respect. You’ve done nothing but accuse me of things I didn’t do, and you act like you got no reason to trust me. Ri is just a client, nothing more. But you too busy seein what you wanna see, and ignoring the truth so bye." You said, you voice filled with venom.

He shook his head, disbelief and hurt etching across his face. "I can’t believe you doin me like this. I love you, and you treatin me like I’m some damn side piece. You out here entertaining another woman’s advances instead of shootin her down and shutting her up. You know I can’t trust you when you hangin around someone like that ma." He clenched his fists, his words filled with pent up anger and jealousy.

Your patience had run out and you weren't in the mood to play games anymore. You shrugged your shoulders and pointed to the front door with a firm gesture, your face set in a stony expression. "Well, go then. Since you think I'm the problem." Your voice was sharp and cold.

He looked at you, his anger and hurt turned into disbelief. "You for real kickin me out ma? You ain’t even gonna try to make things right? I’m your man, and you just gonna toss me out for a client? I’m the one who’s been loyal to you from day one, but you throwin all that down the drain for some rando girl you met today?" He said, his voice filled with a mix of anger and desperation.

You shook you head, your anger rising with each of his words. "Ri ain’t nothing but a client, and you know damn well I haven’t done anything wrong. It’s you who’s the problem. You the one who can’t seem to trust me, no matter what I do. I’m done dealing with your bullshit, and I’m done trying to prove myself to you. Go find yourself another girl if you can’t appreciate the one standing right in front of you!" Your voice was filled with frustration.

He took a step closer, his hands clenching at his sides. "So this it, huh? You just gonna throw away everything we been through because of one girl? Ain’t no matter how long we been together, and all I done for you? You just gon drop me that quick? Your feelings for me never meant a damn thing huh?" His voice trembled with anger and hurt.

You took a deep breath, your emotions swirling inside you, and you decided to be honest.* "Truth is, Daniel, I’ve been feeling like this for awhile now. We been together for a long time, but I ain’t feeling the same way about you as before. I don’t know how to explain it, but I just don’t like you like that no more." You said, your voice flat and emotionless.

He looked at you, his expression a mix of hurt and disbelief. "What you mean you don’t like me no more? You just gon drop me like that? After everything we been through? After everything I done for you? You really this cold hearted? No love for me at all?" His voice was filled with desperation, as if he was clinging onto the last threads of your relationship.

You sighed, rubbing your temples in frustration. "It’s not about being cold hearted, Daniel. I can’t help it if I don’t feel the same way about you no more. It hurts me too, but I’m tired of faking it. We both know my heart ain’t truly in this no more." your voice was tired, but firm.

He shook his head, his own frustration and hurt growing by the second. "You can’t just switch up on me like that though ma. What about all the plans we had, the future we talked about? You gon throw that all away just because you “don’t feel it no more"? He let out a bitter laugh.

Your expression remained stoic, your heart hardening against his attempts to guilt trip you. "Those plans and dreams was made when I still felt a certain type of way towards you, but now I don’t. I don’t know what to tell you, but feelings change. I can’t force myself to love you the way I used to." Your voice was devoid of any emotion, but the words still packed a punch.

He looked at you, his expression a mix of anger and hurt. "You so cold ma, how you gon do this to me like that? You just gon end it like it ain’t mean nothin? We invested so much time and effort into this relationship, and you just gon toss it away like it’s trash." He couldn’t believe what he was hearing, his grip on the situation slipping away with every word you said.

He let out a bitter laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "Alright, I get it now. You dead serious about this. You really don’t care about me no more, huh? Fine, I’ll pack my stuff and go. I’ll be back tomorrow to get the rest of my things, but don’t even think about trying to talk to me. I ain’t trying to hear it ma, you made your bed now lay in it." He gathered up the last of his things and headed for the door, slamming it shut behind him.

You stood there in the empty apartment, feeling a mix of sadness and relief. It was over, the relationship that you had spent so much time on, was finally at its end. You knew that you had done the right thing, but the pain of breaking his heart still lingered in the air.

You sank down onto the couch, feeling a wave of emotions wash over you. You looked around the apartment, the memories of the good times you had together flashing in your mind. But the love you once felt for him, the spark that had once burned so brightly, had been extinguished, and there was no way to bring it back.

You stood in front of the mirror, getting ready for Ri’s race. You should have been feeling excited, but the events of the previous night still weighed heavily on your mind. You looked at your reflection in the mirror, trying to shake off the lingering sadness and heartbreak that clung to you like an unwelcome shadow..

You applied your makeup meticulously, trying to get the flawless look for the event, but the memory of Daniel would not fade from your mind. Every stroke of the brush, every swipe of the eyeliner, was a reminder of the argument. The words that were exchanged, the pain that was inflicted... it felt like a dark cloud that was following you around, casting a shadow over all your thoughts.

Your mind wandered, thinking about how your relationship with Daniel had ended so abruptly. The love that had once blossomed between you two had now turned to ice, leaving behind only shattered fragments of memories. You tried to push the thoughts aside, focusing on the task at hand, but the memory of Daniel's hurt expression kept flashing in your mind like a haunting image.

You looked stunning though, your long braids falling down your back and over your shoulders like a curtain of satin. Your face was radiant, framed by long lush eyelashes and lips that glistened with gloss. Your figure was a masterpiece, with a body both slender and toned, your curves accentuated by your choice of clothing. Your tight khaki shorts, white crop top, and delicate sandals showcased your physique flawlessly, giving glimpses of your toned abs and your perfectly manicured toes, adorned with a pale pink nail polish. You were a vision of effortless grace and feminine allure.

As you looked in the mirror, you finally felt satisfied with your appearance, the memory of Daniel slowly fading away. The outfit you had chosen was chic and understated, yet it had a subtle sensuality to it that was impossible to ignore. The thought of meeting Ri, and seeing her race was enough to keep your mind occupied.

You took one last look in the mirror, adjusting your outfit and smoothing out any creases. It was time to go, time to see Ri and witness her race. You picked up your phone and your purse, and with one last deep breath, you locked the door to your house and headed off to the event.

The drive to the Atlanta International Speedway was buzzing with the excitement of race fans. The atmosphere was electric, the anticipation of the impending race hanging in the air like a thick fog. The sound of car engines and the buzz of conversation filled the night, and as you walked up to the venue, you could feel the air of excitement and energy building up. As you made your way through the crowd, you couldn't help but feel anticipation growing within your chest. The thrill of the race and the chance to see Ri in action was something you couldn't wait for.

You arrived at the venue, the atmosphere was electric. Spectators bustled about, making their way to their seats, and the air was filled with the scent of food and excitement. You made your way to the VIP area, showing your ticket to the guard at the entrance, your heart pounding in your chest.

You passed by the other fans, some dressed in race merchandise, some dressed more casually. Your eyes scanned the crowd, looking for a familiar face, but all you could see were the eager faces of the racers and their crewmen.

You made your way to the pit area, the scent of exhaust fumes and the roar of engines filling the air. The atmosphere was chaotic, with crewmen rushing around, making last minute checks. The tension was palpable as the sun started going down, leaving the racetrack lit only by the flickering light of fluorescent bulbs.

Suddenly, your eyes widened as you turned around to find Shuri standing behind you, her presence commanding attention. She looked every inch the pro racer you knew her to be, her tattooed arms and pierced lip adding to her bad girl appeal. The way she was dressed in her baggy tracksuit and helmet was a mixture of casual elegance. She flashed a smile, revealing the tooth gems that glistened under the fluorescent lights.

She took a few steps towards you, the scent of her perfume dancing around her. Her eyes, dark and hooded, seemed to draw you in, the combination of tiredness and excitement making them even more captivating. Her deep voice broke the silence. "Damn mama, you looking hella beautiful tonight. You actually came to see me race, hm?”

Your mouth went dry as you heard the sound of her voice, a deep and gravelly tone that sent a shock through you. She exuded confidence and charisma without even trying, and the effortless way she carried herself was almost mesmerizing. You tried to gather your thoughts, finally finding your voice. "Mhm, you told me to come, so I did love.”

She raised an eyebrow, her gaze not leaving your face. "Love?" She repeated, her voice filled with amusement and a hint of something more. "You calling me love now huh? I ain't complaining though." She chuckled, taking another step closer to you, closing the distance between you.

Your heart was racing as she stepped closer, the air becoming electric as her presence consumed your senses. You could smell her perfume even stronger now, the scent of leather and musk mingling with something else, something sweet and almost intoxicating. "Just being friendly, that's all." You replied, trying to sound casual, but your voice betrayed the effect she was having on you.

She let out a low, amused laugh, her eyes roaming over you, taking in every detail. "Friendly eh? You sure that's all it is ma?" Her gaze landed on your body, her eyes roving over you with an intensity that sent shivers down your spine. The way she looked at you made you feel exposed, like she could see straight through you.

She leaned in closer, her breath hot on your ear, making your body tingle. "You got any idea how stunning you look ma?" She whispered, her voice low and husky, sending a shiver down your spine. "Been trying not to stare at you from the moment you walked in, but goddamn your beauty making it hard to concentrate.”

As the race was about to start, Ri pulled away, her eyes lingering on you for a moment before she turned away. "I gotta get ready ma, but don't go anywhere, alright? I'll find you after the race." She said with the hint of a promise in her eyes. With a final wink, she disappeared into the back with the other racers, leaving you feeling a bit flushed and eager for what was to come.

The sound of the starting gun rang out, breaking your reverie. You watched as the race began, the cars and racers blurring together as they sped around the track. It was a blur of movement and noise, but you couldn't focus on it, your mind wandering back to Ri and her words. You wondered what would happen afterwards, what Ri had planned. Your heart fluttered with anticipation, the waiting feeling like it was never ending...

Ri's car stood out among the rest, the sleek dark purple paint job glistening in the artificial light, with her name in bold black cursive letters and a detailed panther on the side. It was a powerful sight, the car a reflection of her fierce personality. You watched as the race started, Ri's car a blur of movement as she maneuvered through the bends, her skills on full display.

The other racers stood no chance against Ri's skill and speed. She was a force to be reckoned with, and she quickly took the lead. The audience went WILD, cheering and shouting enthusiastically. It wasn't just because they wanted her to win, but because they recognized and respected her talent. Everyone watching was awestruck by her skill, and it was clear that Ri was born to race. Ri's jaw was set, her eyes focused solely on the road ahead, her hands gripping the steering wheel with a steady grip. She wove through the cars effortlessly, like a cat chasing after its prey. Every turn she took was carefully executed, every maneuver carefully planned. Ri's every cell was focused on the race, and it showed in her performance, the way she moved the car like an extension of her body.

The laps blurred together as the race continued, the cheers and chants of the crowd blending together with the sound of roaring engines. Ri was in her element, her body moving effortlessly to control the car, her muscles coiled and tense. She could feel the adrenaline pumping through her veins, the rush of the race coursing through her. She could feel the race start coming to a close, and she focused in more intensely, her mind going blank aside from the sensations of the car and the taste of victory right in front of her grasp.

Ri could see the finish line coming up, and with a final burst of speed, she crossed it, her car coming to a stop. The crowd went wild, the sound of her name being cheered filling the air. Ri sat in the car for a moment, letting out a breath as she realized she had won. The adrenaline was coursing through her veins, her body buzzing with excitement. Ri's crew rushed to the car, congratulating her and slapping her on the back. Ri smirked, basking in the glory of victory. She got out of the car, her body sore but her spirits lifted. She still felt the adrenaline running through her veins, and she was itching for something else to take the edge off.

Paparazzi and fans were all over her, asking for autographs and pictures. Ri signed autographs and posed for pictures, her smile bright and charming. She was basking in the attention, loving the adulation from the crowd. But after a while, she started to feel restless, the buzz of the cameras and the attention starting to fray at her nerves. She looked around, her gaze searching for something, or someone in particular.

Her eyes landed on you, the sight of you standing there, alone in the crowded stands, sending a wave of excitement through her. She excused herself from the people surrounding her, starting to make her way towards you.

Ri pushed through the crowd, her eyes fixed on you the entire time. She could see the anticipation in your eyes, the way your body moved a little impatient. She felt a sense of satisfaction at the thought of being the one you were waiting for, and she increased her pace, weaving through the people to get to you quicker.

As she got closer to you, her gaze roamed over your body, taking in every detail. You looked so damn good, and she couldn't help but appreciate the sight of you. She finally reached you, her eyes still roaming over your body, taking in every curve, every angle.

She stood close to you, so close you could feel her body heat, her body radiating with a primal energy. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, her breath sending a shiver down your spine. She whispered, her voice low and seductive, "The after party at the penthouse is about to begin, and I want you there." She pulled away, her gaze burning into yours, her eyes dark and hungry.

You felt a thrill go through you at her words, the commanding tone sending a shiver down your spine. Ri's eyes on you were intense, and you could FEEL how badly she wanted you. "You coming?" She asked, her voice a velvety purr as she smirked.

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, the way she said it making your head spin. The thought of the party, and being with Ri was all you could think about. You nodded, your tongue tied in knots. "I'll meet you there," you managed to say, your voice shaky.

Ri nodded, an amused smirk playing on her lips at your flustered state. But before she walked away, she reached out, grasping your chin and tilting your head up to look at her. Her eyes bored into yours, the intensity of her gaze making you feel like prey. "Don't keep me waiting Mama," she said, her voice a low command. Her hand lingered, the barest of touches, as she ran her thumb along your jawline before letting go.

She turned away without another word, disappearing into the crowd. You stood there, heart pounding in your chest, the lingering heat from her touch burning your skin even through your clothes. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves. This party was going to be wild, and you had a feeling that the night was only just beginning…

You hurried to your car, your hands shaking from adrenaline. The thought of Ri waiting for you at the penthouse party making your head spin. You got in and started the car, your mind a blur as you navigated the streets, the neon lights of the city flashing by.

Every second felt like an eternity as you made your way to the penthouse party. Your mind was racing with anticipation, your body tingling with excitement. You could imagine Ri waiting for you, her gaze hungry and commanding. You gripped the steering wheel, increasing your speed as you weaved through the traffic, driven by the burning need to be with her.

The party was already in full swing when you arrived, the music blaring from the penthouse. As you stepped out of the car, you took in the scene before you. The penthouse was massive, the lights blindingly bright, the floor crowded with people dancing and drinking. You could see the rich and famous mingling with the who's who of the city, the atmosphere one of wild abandon and debauchery. But your eyes were drawn to one person in particular...

There she was, Ri, standing with a group of people, her presence commanding attention. She looked as confident as ever, her head held high, a glass of vodka in her hand. She was laughing and chatting, but her eyes kept wandering every now and then, searching for something. She was like a predator on the prowl, looking for her next prey.

Her eyes suddenly found yours, and her gaze snapped to you instantly. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight of you, a smile spreading across her face, a smile filled with satisfaction and desire. She excused herself from the group, her attention completely focused on you as she started to make her way over.

You couldn't help but feel a flutter in your chest as she came closer, her gaze never leaving yours. You felt your breath quicken, adrenaline pumping through your veins. As she finally reached you, she looked you up and down, taking in every inch of you, like a predator sizing up their prey. Her eyes were filled with hunger, her smirk predatory.

Ri stepped close, her body a mere inch away from touching yours, her eyes locked onto yours. She could feel the heat radiating from your body, the tension between you almost crackling with electricity. She raised her hand, her fingers tracing along your jawline, her touch making your skin shiver. Her voice was low, filled with desire.

She took a step closer, her body pressed against yours now, her scent overwhelming your senses. She leaned in, her lips hovering just above your earlobe as she whispered, her breath sending tendrils of heat down your spine. "You a lil’ late Mama." she said, her hand gripping your waist, her fingernails digging into your flesh.

Her touch sent a jolt of electricity through your body, her possessive grip sending a shiver down your spine. You inhaled sharply, your body pressing into hers instinctively, trying to get even closer. "I'm sorry," you murmured, your voice shaky and laced with desire.

Ri gave a low laugh, her grip tightening on your waist. "Don't be sorry Mama, I got a way for you to make it up to me." She spoke into your ear, her voice low and sensual.

Your mind was spinning, your body on fire with desire. You leaned closer to her, your breath ragged with anticipation. "And what's that?" you managed to say, your voice tremoring.

Ri let out a low, sultry laugh, her hand sliding down to your hip, tugging you closer against her. "Oh you gon’ find out soon enough." She leaned in, placing a soft kiss on your neck, her lips trailing along your pulse point. Her touch was electric, igniting every nerve in your body.

Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping your lips as she kissed your neck. Her touch was intoxicating, every press of her lips sending waves of pleasure coursing through your veins. You couldn't help but arch into her touch, your body craving hers, begging for more.

You felt the pressure building on your bladder, and you knew you needed to take a break from the party. You excused yourself and made your way through the crowd, heading for the bathroom. As you entered the bathroom, you noticed a girl leaning against the sink, her eyes fixed on you. She was stunning, with long, dark hair and sharp features. She was dressed in sexy, revealing clothes, and her gaze was calculating as she took you in.

She pushed off from the sink, walking over to you with a confidence that exuded dominance. She smirked, her eyes roaming over your body in a way that made you feel like prey. "You know, when I heard Ri was bringing someone to the party I just had to see it for myself." Her voice was low and sultry, sending a chill down your spine.

You felt a mixture of intrigue and nervousness as she approached you, her eyes sweeping over your body. "Um, I'm sorry, have we met...?" you asked, trying to keep your composure

She chuckled, her smirk growing wider as she leaned against the wall, still eyeing you like a predator eyes prey. "No, I doubt that we haven't seen each other before, but I know a few things about you love." She said, her eyes roaming over your body again, her gaze settling on your neck. "For example, I know you're Ri's newest toy. Ain’t you cinnamon? The girl who do braids?"

You narrowed your eyes, your irritation growing with each word she spoke. "I ain’t nobody’s toy." You replied in a cool, steady voice. "And I ain’t no damn toy to no one. I’m a grown ass woman, not somebody thing to own."

She let out a laugh, her smirk turning into a full on smile. "Oh really? That’s not what I heard from Ri. She ain’t shy about bragging about what she got going on with you darling." She said in a mocking tone.

Your irritation turned into anger now, and you clenched your fists, your heart pounding with anger. "You don’t know what the hell you talking about, sweetheart. Ri and I ain’t nothing but just..." You trailed off, realizing you didn't even know exactly what you was to her.

The girl noticed your hesitance, and her smirk widened. "Aww, you unsure about your relationship with her? Ain't that adorable. Can't even define it yourself." She said, clearly enjoying taunting you.

You felt your irritation flare up again, her words hitting a nerve. "Look, I don't need you up in my personal life. Who I am with and what I am to Ri ain’t none of y’all damn business." You said through gritted teeth.

She raised an eyebrow at your tone, clearly not expecting the pushback. "Touchy, aren't we? It must suck not knowing where you stand. Ri’s just playing with you, you know that, right? She’s always been that way, always tossing people aside when she gets bored. She’s never been into the whole emotional attachment thing. She just likes the thrill of the chase."

You felt anger bubbling to the surface as she spoke, your mind racing with thoughts. Hearing her mocking tone and her words, you couldn't help but feel a mixture of anger, sadness, and frustration. Her taunting words stung like a slap in the face, hitting too close to home. The intensity of your emotions overwhelmed you, and without thinking, you stormed off, leaving the bathroom and making your way out of the penthouse party.

The cool night air hit you as you stepped out, the loud music and noise fading behind you. Your mind was still racing, filled with a mix of anger, hurt, and confusion. You felt like you needed to get away, to escape from the party and the world for a while. With your emotions in a whirlwind, you started walking away from the penthouse, not even knowing where you were going, just blindly following instinct.

Ri walked out of the penthouse, looking around for you. Her heart was racing with worry, not used to feeling this intensely for someone. "Where the hell she go at?" she murmured to herself, her eyes darting around the area, searching for any sign of you.

Her heart thudded in her chest as she realized you were nowhere to be found. She started to panic as she thought about all the possible scenarios that could have led to you leaving. Her mind reeled, running through all the possibilities. "I gotta find her," she said aloud, desperation in her voice.

Ri's eyes caught sight of you, your figure standing out in the night. She felt a sense of relief wash over her, but also a twinge of worry. She started to make her way towards you, quickening her pace. "Baby!" she called out, her voice carrying over the noise of the night. "Baby where you goin?"

You heard her call out to you, her voice filled with concern and urgency. You stopped in your tracks, your mind still clouded with anger and confusion. For a moment, you considered just ignoring her and walking away, but the sound of her voice had a gravitational pull you couldn't resist.

You turned towards her, your eyes meeting hers. The anger was still there, bubbling just beneath the surface, but something in her gaze made it fade just a little. "What the fuck do you want Ri?" you asked, your voice cool and guarded.

Ri felt a pang of disbelief and surprise at your tone. She was taken aback by the coldness in your voice, something she had never heard before. She looked around, her expression turning stern and sarcastic. "You talkin to me like that?" she asked, her eyebrows raised in a mix of surprise and annoyance.

You met her gaze with a defiant glint in your eyes, your anger and hurt surfacing in your tone. "What, you surprised I’m talking back? You must have mistaken me for someone different tonight." You said with a sarcastic edge, your words dripping with frustration.

Ri laughed, a dry, humorless sound. She could feel her temper starting to flare, her patience wearing thin. "Oh so we being a smartass now, huh? Cute." she said, her tone cold and stern.

You looked at her, your voice a mix of anger and hurt. “That ex of yours, she know you, know me? She know what I do for a living?”. You clenched your fists, your mind racing. “She been tellin me how you talk about me like I’m some toy”. You took a step closer to her, your voice low and hard.

Ri's expression hardened even further at your words. She hadn't expected you to bring up Amira, and the fact that she had been talking about you made her uneasy. "Wait, hold up. She been talkin to you? What did she say exactly?" she asked, her voice low and tense.

You raised your chin defiantly, the fire in your eyes sparking as you answered her. "She was telling me how you talk about me. How I’m just a toy for you, all fun and no feelings. How you don’t care, and how I’m just your newest lil plaything." You said, your words cutting like a knife through the tense air.

Ri's face darkened, her eyes narrowing. "She said what? That bullshit. You know she just tryna start trouble and you falling for it like a damn fool. All exes do that shit Mama." She clenched her fists, her own anger building.

You let out a scoff, your own anger building. "Oh, so now it’s bullshit? But you ain’t denying it." You stepped closer, closing the distance between you two.

She shook her head, letting out a frustrated laugh. "It ain’t like that. She just mad cause she’s still hung up. This what she do when she don’t get her way. You can’t be believin her bullshit. She just want to get in between us, tryna start drama." Her words came out fast, desperate, her eyes pleading.

The pain in your chest intensified at her words, and your anger flared. "Oh, so I’m supposed to just disregard her words? Ignoring the truth right in my face just because you say she liein? What reason she got huh? Why she want to get in between us if you ain’t like that?" You took another step closer, your eyes blazing.

Ri ran a hand through her hair, frustration in her movements. "I ain’t saying disregard her completely, but knowin her she probably over exaggeratin everything. She get upset over any little thing. She probably still salty I left her, so all this just her way of tryna get at me by messin with you." She tried to sound reasonable.

Ri cocked her head, her expression a mix of irritation and curiosity. "So why you so tense all of a sudden? Ain’t me and you got a thing. What you care so much about what my exes say?" She asked, her voice tinged with exasperation. "And don’t you have a man right now anyway?"

Your heart skipped a beat at her words, but you tried to keep your cool. "Yeah, I used to. Key words being used to. We ain’t together no more". You said, your words tinged with bitterness.

Ri raised an eyebrow at that, the information taking her aback. "Oh?" She said, her expression changing. "You and ol dude split up? When did this happen?" She tried to sound nonchalant, but her curiosity was clear.

You let out a scoff, your mind flashing back to the memory. "He just couldn’t handle it when he saw you commentin on my Instagram story with the heart eye emoji. He got it in his mind that we was messin around, and his jealousy just got outta control." You rolled your eyes at the ridiculous memory.

Ri’s eyes widened, realization dawning on her face. "He broke up with you over that? Really? He’s that insecure over my comment on yo Instagram story?" She let out a scoff, the corners of her mouth lifting into a smirk.

As the silence settled between you, tension crackled through the air. You could feel the weight of her gaze on you, the intensity almost electric. Your heart pounded in your chest, the anger and confusion from earlier now tinged with a new, unexpected anticipation.

Ri couldn’t help but feel her own emotions swirling, the mixture of frustration and desire making her head spin. She took in the sight of you, anger and defiance still etched on your face, and yet she could see something else lingering in your eyes. Could it be the same emotion that was coursing through her veins right now? She took a step closer, closing the distance between you slightly.

Ri’s hand slowly moved to your throat, her touch gentle but firm, and a dark smirk crossed her face. "You still mad at me, mama?" she repeated, her voice low and sultry. Your heart raced as you felt the pressure of her hand on your throat, her touch sending shivers down your spine. "Yeah," you replied, but your voice lacked conviction. Ri’s smirk deepened, her gaze darkening as she leaned in closer.

She tightened her grip slightly, making you gasp. "Oh, you can lie to yo self all you want, but I can tell you’re not really mad at me." She said, her eyes wandering over your face, taking in every little detail. Her thumb traced the edge of your jaw, the touch sending sparks through your body. You felt yourself growing weaker under her stare, unable to deny the effect she was having on you.

Ri noticed the way your eyes fluttered, the way your body responded to her touch, and the smirk turned even more predatory. "I know what you need, ma. You ain’t mad at me, not really." She said, her voice dripping with a dangerous sweetness. "What you need is a way to let go, to let all that tension out." Her hand trailed down your neck, slowly and teasingly.

Your breath caught in your throat as her hand moved down your neck, the touch both torturous and tantalizing. You tried to protest, to deny the truth of her words, but you found yourself unable to form any words. Instead, a soft whimper escaped your lips, betraying your true feelings. Ri chuckled darkly at the sound, her grip on your throat tightening just a bit more.

Ri stepped even closer, bodies now pressed against each other, her body heat radiating through you. She leaned in, her lips almost touching your ear. "You think you deserve to be angry at me, huh? But really, you know you just want me to make up for it," she murmured, her voice like honey, smooth and intoxicating. "You want me to make you feel good, don’t you, ma?"

“Yes..” you mumbled, greeting needier by the second.

Ri’s grip on your throat tightened even more, her eyes darkening with desire. Her gaze locked onto yours, waiting for you to give in and surrender to what you truly wanted. She raised her eyebrows, her expression telling you exactly what she wanted you to say. "Uh uh, that ain’t my name mamas. Come on, ma. You know what you need to say." She said, her voice a low, commanding tone.

Your body tingled, your need for her growing stronger with every second. You could feel her breath against your face as she waited for you to give in and say what she wanted to hear. "I need you, daddy." you finally admitted in a hushed whisper, the words spilling out before you even realized it.

Ri’s grin widened as she heard the words leave your lips, her eyes glittering with satisfaction. Her grip on your throat loosened, but her hand stayed there, a possessive touch that set your heart ablaze. "There we go baby." She murmured, her voice a dark, velvety purr.

She leaned in even closer, her lips barely touching your ear. "You want me to take care of you, ain’t that right?" She asked, her voice sending shivers down your spine. You couldn’t deny it, not with her so close, her scent filling your senses, her touch igniting a fire within you. "Yes." You whispered, your voice shaky, but filled with need.

Ri raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing on her lips. "Yes, what?" She asked, her voice firm and commanding. She wanted to hear you say it again, the word that she knew would send you spiraling even more into submission.

You felt a jolt of heat shoot through you, your body responding to her command. "Yes, daddy," you repeated, your voice tinged with a mixture of desire and submission. Saying the word out loud heightened the sensations coursing through you, and you felt yourself sinking deeper into the haze of pleasure and need.

Ri’s gaze never left you as she led you to her car and opened the door for you, her smirk still in place. There was a possessive glint in her eyes, as if marking her claim on you. As you sat down, she gently closed the door behind you, her eyes roaming over your body for a moment longer before she walked around to the driver’s seat. The air was thick with tension, the anticipation of what was to come swirling through the air.

Ri got into the driver’s seat, her body just inches away from yours. The confined space of the car only seemed to amplify the tension between you, making it feel suffocatingly intimate. She started the car, the engine purring to life and the soft music from the radio filling the space. As she pulled the car away, her hand fell to your thigh, her touch sending shivers through your body.

You shivered under her touch, her hand on your thigh, her fingers tracing subtle circles across your skin. It was a possessive touch, like she was claiming you as hers, marking you as her own. You could feel her gaze on you, even as she focused on the road, her attention divided between you and the drive.

Ri’s hand kept stroking your thigh, her touch growing bolder as the miles passed. The tension between us was building to an unbearable degree, your body trembling under her touch. Every touch of her fingers sent jolts of pleasure coursing through your body, making it difficult to think clearly. You could feel her eyes on you, the intensity of her stare almost overwhelming.

Ri's grip on your thigh tightened, her hand inching higher, higher, higher. She could feel you squirming in the seat, trying to hold back the moans that threatened to escape you. You were a mess, a mess she made, and she was relishing every second of it.

You let out a soft noise as her hand reached higher, her touch burning through your skin. You wanted more, needed more, but she was controlling this, and she knew it. She was in control, and you were completely at her mercy. Ri could see the way you were coming apart at her touch, the desire in your eyes igniting an animalistic need within her.

"Look at me." Ri commanded, her hand pausing in its journey up your thigh. You opened your eyes, meeting her smoldering gaze. She studied you for a moment, taking in the sight of you, completely undone by her touch.

She could see the needy look in your eyes, the desperate need for her, the way you were fighting to keep yourself together. She found it adorable, and a darker, possessive part of her wanted to see you completely come apart, completely submit to her. "Good. Keep looking at me ma."

Your eyes stayed fixed on her, unable to look away. The mixture of desire and submission making it impossible to look anywhere else but at her. Your body was on fire, your skin burning wherever she touched you. You could feel yourself slipping, losing control and falling deeper under her spell.

You let out a soft whimper at the contact, your body trembling as her touch sent sparks through you. You felt like you were on the edge of something, something intense and overwhelming. Ri’s smirk deepened as she watched you come undone, her touch growing bolder, more confident. "You doin’ so good for me, ma. Just keep looking at me."

Ri pulled the car up to a beautiful, luxurious house, the exterior exuding elegance and wealth. The property boasted a sprawling landscape, with towering trees and lush greenery surrounding the house. The outside lights shone brightly, illuminating the property in a warm, inviting glow. Your eyes widened at the sight of the house, taken aback by its sheer magnificence. It was clear that this wasn't just any ordinary house, but a place of opulence and grandeur. Ri killed the ignition, her gaze shifting to you, her smirk growing wider at your reaction.

She let her hand travel one final time up your thigh, her touch lingering for a moment before she withdrew it. Her eyes shone with a dark, possessive gleam, her words a whisper. "Come on, ma.”

She opened the car door, stepping out into the night. You took a moment to catch your breath, before following her lead, your body still buzzing with the aftershocks of her touch. As you made your way up to the house, you couldn't help but steal a glance at Ri, her figure tall and imposing, her presence commanding. But despite her exterior, you couldn't shake off the fact that everything was about to change once you stepped inside.

Ri opened the door, the interior of the house lit by soft lights, revealing an entrance hall that was just as opulent as the outside. The floors were made of polished wood, the walls lined with expensive artwork. The space was tastefully decorated, with a sense of style mixed with comfort.

You followed Ri as she walked farther into the house, your eyes roaming over the interior, taking in the sheer opulence of the space. You couldn't help but feel a little out of place in such an extravagant environment, but at the same time, there was something about it that made you feel oddly comfortable.

Ri led you through the house, passing by several rooms, each one more elegant and luxurious than the last. She stopped in front of a door, turning to look at you with a smirk before opening it. The bedroom beyond was truly fit for a queen, with a huge king-size bed dominated the room, soft silk sheets and plush pillows beckoning you to sink into their embrace.

The room was bathed in a soft, ambient light, the colors of the room a soothing shade of blue and white. A fireplace crackled in the corner, casting a warm and intimate glow. The rest of the room was filled with expensive furniture and stylish decorations, the space a perfect blend of luxury and tastefulness.

Ri stepped further into the room, her movements smooth and cat-like. She moved over to the bed, taking a seat on the edge, her eyes never leaving yours. She patted the spot next to her, motioning for you to join her.

You hesitated for a moment, but the pull of her gaze was impossible to resist. You walked over to the bed, taking a seat next to her, your heart pounding in your chest. The intensity of the moment was almost overwhelming, the air between you crackling with electricity.

Ri took off her jacket, revealing her toned and taut muscles. Her tanned skin was covered in colorful tattoos, the ink dancing over her well-defined abs and arms. The purple sports bra she was wearing hugged her form, emphasizing every curve and muscle, the sight leaving your mouth dry.

Ri turned to you, a vulnerability in her eyes that you hadn't seen before. She took your hand in hers, her voice low as she spoke. "You know I got feelings for you, right? Do you feel the same way about me? 'CuzI don't want you playing with my heart, ma. I need to know you're in this as much as I am.”

The raw honesty in her words touched you deeply, the vulnerability in her eyes making your heart swell. You could feel the truth and sincerity in her words, the weight of her feelings hanging heavily in the air. You held her hand tighter, feeling a connection run through you, a bond that went deeper than the surface.

You looked into her eyes, your voice steady as you spoke. "Of course I have feelings for you, Ri. But I also need to know that this ain't some game to you. I don't want to get played, I need to know that your feelings for me are real.”

Ri nodded, her expression serious. "You ain't gotta worry about that, ma. I'm done playing games. I ain't here for no bullshit, I'm here because I like you, I'm here because I want you. I ain't playing." She said, her tone firm and sincere.

Her words were reassuring, the honesty in her voice making it clear that she wasn't toying with you. You felt the tension in your body ease slightly, a feeling of acceptance washing over you. There was a moment of silence between you, the air thick with a mix of emotions. The room seemed to shrink around you, the outside world fading away as you looked in her eyes.

Ri scooted closer, her hand still holding yours. Her eyes roamed over your face, a mix of desire and tenderness in her gaze. "I ain't gonna play with your heart. That ain't what I about. I ain't ever liked nobody how I like you." She said, her voice low and intense, her eyes searching your expression.

Her words sunk into you, a warmth spreading through your body. She wasn't kidding around, her feelings were real, as real as your own. You could feel the sincerity in her gaze, in her touch, and it sent a shiver down your spine. You let out a deep breath, your own feelings bubbling up inside of you, the need to express them almost overwhelming.

Ri's hand shot up, gripping your throat with possessive force. Without warning, she pulled you forward, smashing her lips against yours in a kiss that was all fire and desire. Her tongue slid into your mouth, dominant and demanding, the taste and feel of her overwhelming your senses. She kissed you with a fierce intensity, her hand on your throat holding you in place, her body pressing against yours. She took control, devouring your mouth with need and want.

You felt yourself melting into her kiss, the intensity of her touch burning through you. Your mind was clouded with need, your body responding to her touch like it was on fire. Your hands came to rest on her arms, gripping at her toned biceps, trying to anchor yourself in the wave of pure sensations that was coursing through you. Her hold on your throat was dominating, possessive, and you couldn't resist her, even if you wanted to.

Ri broke the kiss only to move to your neck, her kisses more like hungry bites, her teeth grazing against your skin. She was leaving her mark, showing anyone who laid eyes on you that you were hers. Her breath was hot against your skin, her body pressed flush against yours.

Ri's hands went to your clothes, roughly tugging at the fabric. She looked at you with dark, hungry eyes, her voice a low, possessive growl. "Take this off for me, ma. I want to see all of you." She said, her voice thick with need. Her words sent a jolt of heat through you, your body responding to her command automatically, your hands working to obey her orders. She watched you with a predatory gaze as you began to undress for her.

As you took off your blouse, Ri's eyes raked over your body, taking in the sight of your beautifully shaped breasts, pert and sitting up on your chest with no assistance. You could feel her gaze on you, heavy and hungry, as you removed your shorts, leaving you only in a thong. The fabric was thin and barely covering you, your body on display for her. Ri's eyes darkened with lust, a smirk playing on her lips as she let out a soft moan, the sight of you like this driving her mad with desire.

You bent over, slowly pulling down your thong, your body moving in a tantalizing rhythm. Your ass was smooth and round, the sight making Ri's breath catch in her throat. She could feel her own desire growing egyre second, her body responding to the sight of you, almost as if you were hypnotizing her. You could feel her gaze on you, heavy and hungry, the weight of her eyes making your body tremble slightly. The tension between you was palpable, both of you wanting to give in to the hunger that was consuming you both.

Ri's voice was thick with need as she gestured to the bed. "Lay down for me, ma." Her words were a command, and you could tell by the dark look in her eyes that she wanted to take control. You obeyed, feeling an almost submissive need to do as she said, your body eagerly complying. As you laid down on the bed, your eyes locked onto hers, waiting for what she would do next.

Without hesitation, Ri latched onto one of your nipples, sucking it into her mouth with fervor. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive bud, flicking against the bud as she savored the taste of the woman's skin. At the same time, her fingers delved into your soaked folds, stroking along her slit with purposeful intent.

Ri alternated between suckling and nipping at the nipple, occasionally grazing it with her teeth. Her other hand came up to knead the neglected breast, rolling and pinching the nipple between her fingers. All the while, she maintained a steady rhythm with her digits, thrusting two fingers deep inside your tight channel and curling them to hit that special spot within.

“Ahh fuck!” You cried out, your head falling back as pleasure coursed through you. Your hips bucked against Ri’s hand, seeking more of that delicious friction. The dual stimulation of her mouth on your nipple and her fingers inside you was driving you wild with lust.

Ri continued her relentless assault on your senses, alternating between lavishing attention on each nipple with her skilled mouth and driving her fingers deep into the your sopping wet cunt. She could feel your walls fluttering around her digits, growing tighter with each passing second.

Suddenly, Ri withdrew her fingers completely, ignoring the whimper of protest from you. With a wicked grin, she brought those slick digits to your lips, painting them with her own arousal. "Taste yourself, Mama," she demanded, her voice rough with desire. "See how sweet you is Ma."

You hesitantly parted your lips, allowing Ri to slip her coated fingers into your mouth. You tasted yourself - musky and sweet - and couldn't help but let out a small moan around the digits. Your tongue swirled around them, cleaning every last drop of your essence.

Ri’s eyes darkened with lust as she watched your tongue dart out to lick your own essence from her fingers. The sight sent a jolt of pure need straight to Ri’s core, making her throb with want.

"That's it Mama, nice and slow," Ri purred, slowly pumping her coated fingers in and out of Monét's mouth. "Get them nice and wet for me."

With her free hand, Ri fumbled with the button of her own pants, finally managing to undo them and slip her hand inside. She groaned softly as her fingers found her aching clit, circling the sensitive nub with practiced ease.

"Mmm, you're doing so well, Mama," Ri breathed, her hips starting to rock subtly against her own hand.

You let out a soft whine, unable to hold back the sound of need that escaped your lips.

With a low chuckle, Ri removed her fingers from your mouth, trailing them down the column of your throat before coming to rest at the apex of your thighs once more. “Aww you whining Ma?" she teased, her voice husky with desire.

Without further preamble, Ri plunged three fingers deep into your dripping cunt, immediately setting a fast, hard pace. Her thumb found your clit, rubbing tight circles around the swollen nub as she fucked you with long, deep strokes. The obscene sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, mingling with your increasingly desperate moans.

“Fuck! Daddy! I'm gonna cum!” You cried out, your body tensing as you teetered on the brink of orgasm. The coil of pleasure in your belly wound tighter and tighter, threatening to snap at any moment. Your inner muscles clenched rhythmically around Ri’s pistoning fingers, trying to draw them even deeper.

Ri’s eyes flashed with triumph as she heard your desperate cries, feeling the your pussy clamp down around her fingers like a vice. She doubled her efforts, fucking you harder and faster, her thumb pressing down mercilessly on your clit.

"Yes, that's it! Cum for me!" Ri’ commanded, her voice raw with need. "Show me what a good lil’ slut you are for me!"

With a final, brutal thrust, Ri curled her fingers just right, rubbing insistently against that spongy patch of nerves deep inside your cunt. At the same time, she sealed her lips around one of your nipples, biting down just shy of too hard as she sucked greedily.

“OHHH FUCKKK!!!” You screamed as your orgasm crashed over you like a tidal wave. Your entire body convulsed, back arching off the desk as wave after wave of intense pleasure radiated out from your core. Your pussy spasmed almost violently around Ri’s fingers, gushing fluid as you squirted all over the her hand and wrist.

“SHIT SHIT SHITTT!!!” You babbled incoherently, tears of ecstasy streaming down your face. You’d never come so hard in your life, the sheer intensity of it shorting out your brain. Your legs shook uncontrollably, barely able to keep your upright as you rode out the aftershocks.

Ri held you close as you trembled through the aftershocks of your intense orgasm, murmuring words of praise and encouragement. "That's it, baby. Let it all out. You did so well," she cooed, gently massaging your lower belly to help prolong your pleasure.

You looked at her, your eyes roaming over her body, taking in the sight of her toned, tattooed, physique. You couldn't resist the urge to ask, your voice thick with desire. "Take off your clothes, I want to see you, all of you." You said, the words coming out as a low, needy plea.

Ri’s breath caught in her throat at your request, a fresh wave of desire crashing over her. Slowly, deliberately, she reached for the hem of her shirt, pulling it up and over her head in one smooth motion. She tossed it aside carelessly, revealing the smooth expanse of her dark skin and the toned muscles of her abdomen.

As Ri removed her bra, two perfect mounds were revealed - small yet pert, with dusky brown nipples already pebbled with arousal. But the most striking feature was the delicate silver bars that pierced through each nipple, glinting in the light. They added an edgy, sexy contrast to her otherwise elegant features.

Next, she undid the button of her pants, shimmying them down her hips and letting them pool at her feet. She stepped out of them, now clad only in a pair of simple black panties that left little to the imagination. The damp spot at the center was evidence of just how turned on she was.

You looked up at her, your eyes filled with a mixture of need and desire. You couldn't help the words that fell from your lips, your voice desperate and eager. "Ri, I want to please you. Lemme make you feel good please daddy..." The words came out in a breathless rush, your body trembling with anticipation.

You wasted no time, getting on your knees in front of her as she stared down at you, her eyes dark with desire. You could feel her gaze heating your skin, your body wanting, no needing to please her. Your head lowered, your eyes locking onto hers.

Ri’s eyes darkened with lust as you knelt before her, the submissive position sending a thrill of power through her veins. Without hesitation, she hooked her thumbs into her panties and shoved them down her legs, kicking them away impatiently. Now fully nude, she stepped closer, the heat of her arousal palpable mere inches from your face.

Reaching out, Shuri tangled her fingers in your braids, gripping the strands firmly. "Put that pretty mouth of yours to work Ma," she commanded, her voice low and authoritative. "Worship my pussy like the eager slut you are."

With that, Ri’ used her hold on your hair to guide your face towards her dripping core.

You eagerly obeyed, burying your face between Ri’s thighs. You started by dragging the flat of her tongue along Shuri's slit, moaning at the taste of her arousal. Ri’s grip on your hair tightened as you lapped at her folds, savoring every drop of her essence.

"Mmmm, yes mama...just like that," Ri groaned, grinding her hips forward to press her wet heat more firmly against your mouth. "Get your tongue in deep. Taste how much I want you Babygirl."

She began to rock back and forth, riding your face with increasing urgency. The obscene sound of your slurping and sucking filled the room, mingling with your breathy moans and the slick glide of her pussy against your lips and tongue.

Ri’ threw her head back in ecstasy, lost in the incredible sensations of your talented mouth working her most intimate places. Her hips moved of their own accord, grinding and rolling, seeking more of that delicious friction. The wet sounds of your ministrations grew louder, more lewd, spurring Ri on.

"That's it, don't stop," Ri panted, her free hand coming up to palm her breast roughly, tweaking a pierced nipple. "Suck on my clit. Make me cum on that beautiful face!"

She pulled you tighter against her, smearing her juices across the other your cheeks and chin. The musky scent of her arousal filled the air, heady and intoxicating.

You focused your attention on Ri’s sensitive bundle of nerves, flicking the tip of her tongue rapidly over the throbbing bud. You sealed your lips around it and suckled hard, hollowing your cheeks to create a tight seal. At the same time, you pushed two fingers deep into Ri’s clenching channel, curling them just right to stroke that special spot inside.

The dual stimulation proved too much for Ri to withstand. With a sharp cry of rapture, her inner walls clamped down rhythmically on your invading digits as her climax crashed over her. Clear fluid gushed from her spasming pussy, coating your face and filling your mouth with the tangy essence of Shuri's release.

"Fuck! Yes, just like that!”

Ri’s entire body shuddered and convulsed as the most intense orgasm of her life ripped through her. Her pussy clenched and fluttered around your fingers, drawing them deeper as if trying to milk every last drop of pleasure from them. Obscene amounts of her fluids gushed out, painting your face and filling her mouth with the musky-sweet taste of Ri’s essence.

“Aaahhhnnnn! Don't stop, don't you dare fucking stop!" Ri wailed, grinding her hips erratically against your mouth and hand. The dual stimulation of your skilled tongue on her clit and those clever fingers stroking her G-spot sent shockwaves of ecstasy radiating out from her core.

You continued your relentless assault on Ri’s most sensitive areas even as the other woman came undone above you. You flattened her tongue and licked a long, slow stripe up Ri’s slit, savoring the flood of juices that coated her taste buds. At the same time, she pumped her fingers faster, scissoring them to stretch Ri open further and allow her to take a third digit into the clutching heat of her passage.

The obscene squelching noises of your fingers plunging in and out of Ri’s sopping cunt mixed with the wet sounds of your lips and tongue working Ri’s clit. Your free hand came up to grip her ass, holding her steady as you ate her out with single-minded focus and enthusiasm.

As the waves of her intense climax continued to crash over her, something unexpected happened. With a startled gasp, Ri felt a powerful jet of fluid erupt from her spasming pussy, splashing across your face and chest. It wasn't just a trickle - it was a veritable flood, as if someone had turned on a faucet deep inside her.

"Oh god, oh fuck!" Ri cried out, her eyes wide with surprise and overwhelming sensation. Her hips jerked and bucked involuntarily as more spurts of clear liquid gushed out, completely drenching you below. The force of it surprised even Ri, who had never experienced such an intense squirting orgasm before.

Panting heavily, Ri finally slumped forward, bracing one hand on the wall behind you for support.

Still catching her breath, Ri looked down at you with a satisfied smirk, taking in the sight of your face glazed with her juices. She reached out to cup your cheek, thumbing away some of the excess fluid.

"Mmmm, what a good girl you are Mama," Ri purred approvingly. "You took yo assignment so well, worshipping my pussy just like I asked. I'm very pleased with you, babygirl."

Her tone shifted to something deeper, more dominant. "Tell Daddy thank you for using your mouth so thoroughly. Let me hear how grateful you are for the privilege of tasting me."

Thank you Daddy," You breathed reverently, your voice husky with satisfaction.