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Alani

Acapulco, Mexico

"Kaylee, are you going to show daddy your little dance when he gets back?"

"Dada!!" I turned around quickly when Kaylee tried pointing at Sincere as he walked through the door.

Two years had passed since all of the bullshit. I was able to give birth to a healthy baby and I could finally have a decent relationship. During the last two years, me and Sincere decided to start over fresh. We couldn't develop any kind of relationship before because of everything that happened. Now that was over we were able to get to know one another better without any roadblocks. I knew Sincere cared about me, but his head was somewhere else and he couldn't be with me the way he wanted to. I don't know if Kaylee was the reason for us growing closer, but I loved it. I loved our new little family, but I didn't love how we were basically on the "run". I wouldn't say we were on the run from the law, but we've been hiding out. Of course, people knew about Sean's death, but at the same time, no one cared. A lot of people in the process were coming up missing, so we wanted to hide out either way. I knew for a fact moving back to New York wasn't an option, so sincere told me to find us another city to live. I chose Los Angeles, of course, because I need to be somewhere that's busy.

"What's up munchkin? You missed me." He said picking her up. "How's my two favorite girls?"

"We're doing fine. Where were you?"

"I was outside on the phone talkin' to a realtor." We're goin' to LA in a few weeks, I found us a house."

"You found a house without telling me?"

"Yeah you'll like it, though. So don't worry."

"Mhmm, it better be nice. What about the salon and restaurant? You found any locations for that?"

"Yeah, I did. We'll worry about that once we move there." Things were starting to fall into place. Thank God for that five million dollars we stumbled upon. Who knew Sean had so much money stashed and we were able to split it.

I was happy that Sincere invested our portion into a hair salon for me and a restaurant for him. I always wanted to own my own salon, that's why I stripped. I worked my way through cosmetology school, but I couldn't leave the club. The idea of fast money was the best thing and Zack damn sure didn't care if I had quit or not. Once I told Sincere my passion for doing hair, he hurried up and searched for the perfect building for me. He told me about how he always wanted to own a restaurant, so I told him he should open up one. Of course getting these businesses up and running would take a little time, but I had faith. We had a daughter to take care of and that's all that matters at this point. We were thinking about her future and dreaming wouldn't cut it.

“To be a real hood, you need more than just a gun” - Rocket (Cidade de Deus)

Jody

March 2002

“Do it! Make yo father proud.” 10-year-old Jody felt under pressure and he didn’t have a choice, but to what he was told.  This wasn’t the first time he felt this way and he knew if he didn’t, there would consequences.

Jody wasn’t the average child after his father passed. He was becoming a product of his environment and his mother and sister didn’t even know. Every day, Jody would go to school and then hit the block with the older kids and Sean. Sean had Jody doing odd jobs and didn’t care about his age. Little did Jody know, it was sort of like payback. Sean had a deep hate for his “brother” and that’s why Jody’s father died. Using Jody was part of his plan and he knew he could do it because Jody had no other male figure in his life. Sean played the role of another father figure when he really despised Jody because he looked and was starting to act like his father.

Jody let one shot go through the boy’s head and not once did Jody flench. He was used to shooting and killing at such a young age. He was nine when he first used a gun and that was the first time he sold drugs as well. Jody wasn’t the only child Sean had hustling on the streets. Some may see this as wrong and like child endangerment, but street niggas like Sean seen it as the little niggas had money in their pockets and could buy anything they want.

“Yeah, that’s what the fuck I’m talkin’ about. See, that shit wasn’t that hard. Next time a little nigga try to take yo corner, just take them out. You learnin’ fast.” Sean applauded Jody, but Jody didn’t feel like that was something he should’ve been proud of.

Alani

|First Person Omniscient

“Shit, shit!” I screamed as I finally got one of my wrists out of the ropes. I quickly reached down and untied my ankles and ran over to Apple as the fire began to blaze even stronger and higher. Thank god the fire wasn’t lit behind Apple yet.

“What the fuck?! This nigga is fucking crazy and where the fuck is Dave, Max, and Sin?!” Apple said as she started screaming.

“I don’t know, but come on!” I untied the ropes off of her and we started running. We didn’t know where we were going, nor did we think about who would be in our direction.

Running and running, we finally heard the sound of gunshots. We both panicked and didn’t know what to do. I continued to hold my stomach and think about if I was going to lose my unborn child. I was caught in a deep thought and didn’t even realize the gunshots were getting even closer.

“Lani! Let’s go that way.” We ran in another direction, but the shots were getting closer. That’s when we suddenly felt somebody grab us.

“What the-”

“Shhh, come on.” When I turned around, I saw it was Dave who grabbed us and Apple instantly jumped on him. I was still worrying, but at least I knew Sincere was here.

Dave took us outside and made us get in the van where that girl Giselle and her friend was. I was still feeling some type of way because I didn’t know if they would come out alive or not. This was going to worry me to death and I just wanted to die. It felt like it was the easiest thing to do, but I knew I couldn’t. I couldn’t believe I was going through all of this, I even felt bad for putting Sincere in this. If he would have never helped me, this wouldn’t happen. Then again, it probably would have. Max and Sean had beef for a long time, so this trouble was bound to happen. I just feel like my problems with Zack added fuel to the fire and killing Dre as well. I was regretting everything at this point. I was regretting my relationship with Zack and letting Sincere help me and being apart of my life. I even had my best friend caught up in this and I was feeling terrible. I also regretted being friends with Marissa, even though her being dead still hurt me.

         ( Graduation Night )

  http://www.polyvore.com/graduation_morning/set?id=120654199

Waking up, I rolled out of the arms of Jermiane embrace. I carefully tiptoed to the bathroom and did a quick hygiene check. I noticed he laid out an electric toothbrush for me, and I was thankful being I used the same, just different color. After brushing my teeth, and washing my face off. I saw my hair was messy and my mind immediately drifted to last night activities and I smiled broodily.

I remember the ecstasy of it, and his lips…God, those damn lips. Last night hints of his dominate side came out, especially when he wanted me to reposition myself. So much happen in the past 20 minutes of that time I couldn’t rap my mid around everything.

Taking my hair tie lose, I retied my hair into a curly bun and tighten the tie around it. When I finish, I noticed my clothing and smiled. I couldn’t find any of my other clothes, and at the moment I didn’t feel comfortable enough to do.

Walking back into the bedroom, I notice Jermaine had cleared up the bed and laid out a fresh pair of Jeans and a Polo shirt, underneath was a pair of lace panties and a bra. I looked around for evidence of it being new, by a bag or a receipt or something, but there was nothing. I knew Jermaine wouldn’t pass down old Sub undergarments, but who knows? Taking the panties, I did the unexplainable and sniffled. They didn’t have an odor at all, but I couldn’t trust that.

“The entire set is new, I had Samantha go out and get everything. I wouldn’t ask you to wear something that was on another woman.” Jermiane stated, bring me out my spy treatment.

Turning around I seen him wrapped in a blushed towel with droplets of water dripping from her face to his chest. Once it land on his chest, I slowly traveled down to the top of the towel.  I followed several water droplets into I was brought out of the thought with Jermaine hands.

His finger locked down on the water and he swiftly wipe it away. Looking up, I noticed him smiling seductively at me. He strolled towards me, grabbing my hips instantly when we became in each other reach. My arms went around his neck and I could only like the “normalness” of this situation. I wasn’t tied to a bed and spanked for speaking out of content, but I felt like he wanted and needed me, just I needed and wanted him.

“Goodmonring LaToya, did you sleep well?” Jermaine asked, burying his face in my neck. I felt his lips teasing my skin and the hair from his goatee only ticked me.

“Yes, Jermaine I did. Thanks for letting me sleep over.” I said, trying my hardest not to laugh at the ticking sensations.

“No problem, if I remember correctly, we both got something out of it.” I didn’t know what he meant by that so I only smiled and let him finished his teasing.

Once he came up, he looked totally different. He looked like he was young and free.

“I have a meeting to attend in 45 minutes, but if you want you can stay here for a while.” Jermaine said taking his hands off me. He walked towards his closet and heard him shuffling around looking for what I assume would be the prefect attire to his meeting.

While he did that, I moved around looking for any of my things. Slipping on my panties, I took off Jermaine t-shirt and tossed it beside the clothes lying on his bed.

“LaToya, did you hear me?”

“Yeah, I’m going home.” Suddenly it felt like everything stopped and I only heard him stomping towards me. Once we were face to chest, he looked to me…very pissed.

“What’s wrong with you staying here?”

“I don’t think I need to, plus I left without saying anything to Nic- my best friend and I’m sure she has been trying to contact me.” I said, taking a step back. I quickly got my bra once I recognize I was bra-less. Jermaine eyes moved towards my breast and I tried my hardest to attach my bra. His eyes became heavy and he licked his lips.

“LaToya, do what you want.” He said walking away from me.

Forgetting his attitude, I finished getting dressed and found my shoes and phone, next to the stand by his bedroom door. I figured that his housekeeper was the reason for doing that and I actually liked her. Last night we had an cool conversation.

I wanted to go and tell him goodbye, but I assume that he would only brush me off and mumble a quick okay, so I just left. I walked down the hallway and noticed that his penthouse was silent and quite. The enormous clock on his wall directly in front of me, read 6:15 and I could tell how we were in the middle of the sunrise. I could stand here and fantasize about the house, but I needed to leave…now!

Walking the steps, I couldn’t help but feel like I was slipping away from Jermaine’s grip. Taking the last step, I walked to the kitchen and looked to see if he had any bottle waters or juice. Luckily he did and a grabbed a FIJI natural water, I would keep these and Perrier Mineral waters. As I walked out, I seen Jermaine quickly coming down the stairs, our eyes met for a second but I couldn’t hold on. Quickly walking, I gripped the water harder, and took bigger steps. Pressing the call button, I seen it didn’t light up and I could tell from the way he stood he had something to do with it.

“LaToya, that’s your only way out, but unfortunately I control it. If I don’t want to leave my house, you won’t. Now you can go, I’m not holding you back-” Suddenly he started taking steps toward me, and the closer he got the further back I would go. Once I was backed against the wall, he trapped me in one swift movement.

“You can leave, but you will NOT leave without saying goodbye, then you had the nerve to look directly at me and not even motion to leave. I will let you go, but I will see you tonight.” Jermaine suddenly took a step back and allowed me to leave.

 “You don’t seem like you want to leave now.” Jermiane said, smiling toward the elevator. He pulled his phone out his pocket, only this one was a Blackberry. Pressing a couple buttons, the elevator started to “power” up and the doors open.

“Goodbye Jermaine.” I said taking a step onto the elevator, I wanted to stay, but I couldn’t.

 I don’t know why, but I felt the need to leave. I had already slept the night here and receive amazing oral pleasure; I didn’t want to overstay my welcome.

Walking into the elevator, I signaled to the lobby and kept my head down. Looking up to meet his eyes would only pull me out of the transaction. Soon, the doors were closing and I could look up. Jermiane had long gone, I guess my decision to leave wound more than myself.

Walking into my bedroom, I stripped completely down and took an hour shower and also took a minute to soak my body in strawberry and vanilla scented bubbles. I dressed in a pair of blue pajama shorts and a lion cotton t-shirt and my polo socks did the perfect job at keeping my feet soft.

Within 30 minutes of my chill time, my phone begins ranging and for a spilt second I wanted to leave it along and ignore. Did it hit that I hadn’t spoken to Nicole all night, and morning. When I got back she was gone or has never shown back up.

Nikki

Usually we only texted each other, but I guessed it were something important and couldn’t want for cellular towers and boasters to be responded.

“Nicole-”

“Well, what happens to you last night, last I remember is dinner; I come home and guess what Williams…nobody is there. That’s at 5 o’clock in the morning. I hope this man you are seeing is able to please you any and every way.” Her comeback wasn’t hurtful, but it wasn’t completely playful either.

“I know Nicole I was planning on calling you, but I got…caught up with some things. I’m sorry, Nikki.” I responded trying my hardest to relax her. For some reasons we felt obligated to protect each other, fortunately now wasn’t time for that. I could handle Jermaine; at least I hope it could.

“Yeah I know, what are doing Toya? Today is the senior last meeting and some kind of Class Night. Some of the seniors voted for a second one, because they couldn’t make it. I decided me and you could go and enjoy some of our school friends.” Surprising it worked and we started entirely different conversation.

“I mean we can, if you want.  Where are you now?”

“Leaving my parents, and I actually do. In 4 days we will be graduating and ending this journey in our lives. I hope to enjoy these next couple days in my young life.” I laugh at how she made it seem like we going to be so old walking across the stage.

“Well hurry, because I would like to ride there together. I’m going to get dressed.” I said, getting off the couch. I threw away my chip bag and water, before I walked in my room. Going into my closet, I tried my hardest to find something great for tonight. I wanted to be comfortable but sexy and stylish.

“I will be there in 15 minutes, and I’m picking up something for us to eat. My mom wants us to stay tonight at their place for some kind of lunching tomorrow morning. Oh, and tonight leading lady is your newest rival. Love you babes.” And with that Nicole hung up the phone. I didn’t know what she meant by tonight, but I guessed she tell me when she got here. Dropping my phone on the island in my closet while I pulled out different jeans, and tops.

Finally, I choose a pair of high waist jeans, a crop jean shirt, my black Christian Louboutin Lady Daf heels, a denim shirt, and gold diamond jewelry. I made the decision that I could flat iron my curly hair and put it up a bun. Now, I just needed to start, even though Nicole never did tell me a time. I figured it wasn’t any time soon because she was bring food home. Shrugging everything off, I was thankful I had already shower not an hour ago. I wrapped my house-rob around my body as I sat in my bathroom and flatiron and pinned up my hair. I let my Chinese bangs stay out and I put my hoops on.

Next, were my jeans and the shirt. I buckled my ankle heels and added my watch to the attire. I didn’t put on my denim shirt on and once Nicole finally walked in the house to smell of Chipotle followed her all the way into my room. I assume she dressed at her parents because of what she wore. She was dressed in a lace crop top with a black bra under it, and also a pair of high waist jeans. Only she had Jordan 11s Concords.

I notice we were both eyeing eachother from head to toe, and once we stop…we laughed. It was always part of our “thing”.

“I wished you stayed out of my mental closet Williams.” Nicole said walking out my room.

Following behind her I seen two Chipotle bags and I was thankful because my stomach was touching my bag. As she put everything out, I realized I haven’t eaten anything since dinner last night. When I got to Jermiane we had little snacks, but that was soon forgotten about when we went to his bedroom.

His bedroom. The thought along made me sick and miss him.

 I wanted to feel that again and more if not. I needed his tongue, his fingers, his lips, and his lower half. Last night I got a feeling of it just from how he was poking, and I felt when he poured out. He had continue eating on my body as if he didn’t notice, but seen it spill out like that under his shorts is what drew me over the edge. 

“LaToya where were you last night?” Nicole suddenly asked bringing me out my naughty thoughts about Jermaine and me.

“I went out, and I left a note telling you that Nikki. God” I was tired at this point. I thought I got over this when we ended our phone conversation. Just to have it brought back up aggravated the hell out me.

I noticed me swearing a lot more lately…I need more self-control.

“I read it, but it was a lie. Rashad was got with his little fling last night with me and my guy. So answer me Williams?” Ugh! Got caught slipping.

I didn’t answer, I only started back eating. I peeked up in time to see Nicole getting up from the table. She wrapped her food up and grabbed her keys. Before she walked out she yelled out; “It starts in 30 minutes, at the baseball field. See you there.”

Shrugging it off, I continued eating the rest of bowl and after I finished, brushed my teeth. I got my keys, bag, and denim shirt. I put the shirt on, made sure all my essentials before I rushed out the door. I wasn’t in the best mood at this point. And because Nicole was pissed at me, I guessed tonight I would socialize with however came with a good conversation.

Inside the auditorium I saw the recent class pictures and the past ones, all in our signature purple gowns. I walked through and seen that our classmates that put this together had decorated nicely. There were signs signaling for us to go certain directions and even though Nicole had told me it would be on the baseball field, it wasn’t. We were spaced nicely through the building with tables full of refreshments, pictures, and videos from remembrance.

I spotted Nicole sitting with Roger and another girl was right with him. I wanted to walk over and say hello, but I couldn’t. Right now Nicole and I wasn’t seeing eye to eye. She wanted me to tell her something that I couldn’t explain to my own self. I wasn’t even able to explain it to myself, how could I tell her?

Taking a seat at the end table, I placed my bag on the table and retrieve my vibrating phone. Nicole surely wasn’t calling me, so it was only one person possibly.

“LaToya, how are you babygirl?” God that pet name he gave!

“I’m good Jermaine. How about yourself?” I asked trying my hardest not to be heard from anyone.

“I’m good sweetie, but I would like to speak to you. If that is okay with you?” At the point, yes it was.

“What’s in it for me?”

“If you do as you’re told, maybe a recap of last night.” His voice was husky and filled of sex. I couldn’t help but want to be in his presence for some strange reason.

“Maybe-”

“Meet me at my house, I’m leaving work. I’m sure I will make it there before you since you’re at your Senior Night function.” How could he possibly know that?

“How did you-”

“I’m one of the executive heads at your school, actually me and Evan are. We don’t deal with academics, but we deal with your University Life. He and I are executives to Safety, Health, and Wellness.” Wow! Such a small world, but big city.

“How long Mr. Cole?” I was more intersected in this conversation now.

“Come to my house and I’ll explain. Not over the phone!” I learned from our short time together, he didn’t like intense conversations over the phone.

I hung up with that. I didn’t say goodbye, but I didn’t stay at the event either. Nicole wasn’t speaking to me and I couldn’t socialize with many of the people here because…I don’t even know.

Walking out, I spotted a black Jaguar pulling up, but it was Kristen Stevens who step out that surprise me. She was at one point a good friend of mine, but one thing I learned is everyone you meet that first year in college, aren’t going to be there throughout the entire time. She and I had a fallen out that escaladed to me, cutting her off all together.

Walking pass, it final clicked what Nikki meant back at home. Kristen was driving a car with Queen of the Night, posted on the side. It was stylish but also just too much.

 She was one of the leading speakers for tonight. Thankfully I was leaving.

Getting out my car in front of Jermaine house, the doorman immediately opened the door and welcomed me with a head nod. The receptionist at the downstairs desk motioned for the young man at the elevator to let me up and I guess Jermaine had informed the entire team down here.

“Good afternoon.” I said politely getting on the elevator.

“Hello.”

When I walked through the elevators, the silence in the house was warming. The house smelled of the Polo cologne Jermiane wore. Going up the stairs to the main entrance of his house I could hear the sizzling of food being cooked. Samantha was cooking and she offered me a glass of Orange Juice, Sparkling Water, and Strawberry mixed drink,  as she noticed I walked into the room.

“Hey LaToya, how are you doing?” Surprisingly it was still early and this glass of wine felt amazing going down my throat. So what did that tell you?

“It’s been a stressful day, but this glass of wine will help and thank you for asking. How are you doing?” I asked being polite but also wanting to honesty know.

“I’m doing good, thank you.”

Nodding, I watched as she moved gracefully through the kitchen. I was just about to ask if she need help, but the scent of my Dom came into reach.

As he came out of his office I noticed him wearing sweats and a white polo shirt. He always looked good, no matter what he had on and right now was no different.

“Miss. Williams, come with me.” Jermiane voice was incredibly soft, but his eyes read an entire different story and pained as he took a good look at me.

 This damn top!

Getting up, I didn’t want to put up any fights with him in front of his housekeeper. Walking hand-in-hand to his office, he let me take a sit in front of desk. Jermaine took one behind his desk, pulling out files and random paperwork. It seem every time we had a conversation over the phone that was intense in some matter, he drop paperwork to smooth it out.

Not working this time.

“Jermaine, why didn’t you tell me before you were working at NYU?” I asked not wanting to look and read anything else.

“I didn’t want that to affect us. There are boundaries I can’t cross-”

“Last night…what the hell Jermiane Cole?”

“Last night won’t affect us. You’re a senior now; nothing is playing in the way. Your tests have been taken, your pictures have been taken, and now you’re done.” He was trying to justify his reasoning.

God, can this day get any better!

“Jermaine, have you ever dealt with anyone else at my school?” I was scared of the way this conversation was going, but it was coming.

“I have, but-”

“No answer my question.” I was slowly getting pissed with everyone, today. Well maybe not Samantha.

Page after page, this contract looks like it will never end. Jermaine really found this kind of “relationship” important. I hadn’t actually starting reading, underlining, or crossing out anything, but just from flipping throw it I knew some of the things to look forward to. This contract looked to be typed recently and I could tell some of the things that were labeled in the clause. Something about hard and soft limits, basic terms, and safe words. I hadn’t built up the courage to actually read anything, but considering the night was growing late and I had finished all my day plans I had no choice, somewhat.

CONTRACT

Made this day of 2014 (“The Commencement Date”) BETWEEN

MR. JERMAINE COLE of 290 Jefferson Towers, Tribeca, New York 10065

(“The Dominant”)

MISS LATOYA WILLIAMS of 5432 Bristol Plaza, Manhattan, New York, 1004

(“The Submissive”)

THE PARTIES AGREE AS FOLLOWS

1 The following are the terms of a binding contract between the Dominant and the Submissive.

FUNDAMENTAL TERMS

2 The fundamental purpose of this contract is to allow the Submissive to explore her sensuality and her limits safely, with due respect and regard for her need, her limits and her wellbeing.

3 The Dominant and the Submissive agree and acknowledge that all that occurs under the terms of this contract will be consensual, confidential, and subject to the agreed limits and safety procedures set out in this contract. Additional limits and safety procedures may be agreed in writing.

4 The Dominant and the Submissive each warrant that they suffer from no sexual, serious, infectious or life-threatening illnesses including but not limited to HIV, Herpes and Hepatitis. If during the Term (as defined below) or any extended term of this contract either party should be diagnosed with or become aware of any such illness he or she undertakes to inform the other immediately and in any event prior to any form of physical contact between the parties.

5 Everything in this contract must be read and interpreted in the light of the fundamental purpose and the fundamental terms set out in clauses 2-5 above.

ROLES

6 The Dominant shall take responsibility for the wellbeing and the proper training, guidance, and discipline of the Submissive. He shall decide the nature of such training, guidance, and discipline and the time and place of its administration, subject to the agreed terms, limitations and safety procedures set out in this contract or agreed additionally under clause 3 above.

7 If at any time the Dominant should fail to keep to the agreed terms, limitations and safety procedures set out in this contract or agreed additionally under clause 3 above the Submissive is entitled to terminate this contract forthwith and to leave the service of the Dominant without notice.

8 Subject to that proviso and to clauses 2-5 above the Submissive is to serve and obey the Dominant in all things. Subject to the agreed terms, limitations and safety procedures set out in this contract or agreed additionally under clause 3 above she shall without query or hesitation offer the Dominant such pleasure as he may require and she shall accept without query or hesitation.

COMMENCEMENT AND TERM

9 The Dominant and Submissive enter into this contract on The Commencement Date fully aware of its nature and undertake to abide by its conditions without exception.

10 This contract shall be effective for a period of three Calendar Months from The Commencement Date (“The Term”). On the expiry of The Term the parties shall discuss whether this contract and the arrangements they have made under this contract are satisfactory and whether the needs of each party have been met. Either party may propose the extension of this contract subject to adjustments to its terms, or to the arrangements they have made under it. In the absence of agreement to such extension this contract shall terminate and both parties shall be free to resume their lives separately.

LOCATION

11 The Submissive will make herself available during the Allotted Times and agreed additional times at locations to be determined by the Dominant. The Dominant will ensure that all travel costs incurred by the Submissive for that purpose are met by the Dominant.

DOMINANT

12The Dominant shall make the Submissive’s health and safety a priority at all times. The Dominant shall not at any time require, request, allow or demand the Submissive to participate at the hands of the Dominant in the activities detailed in Appendix 2 or in any act that either party deems to be unsafe. The Dominant will not undertake or permit to be undertaken any action which could cause serious injury or any risk to the Submissive’s life.

12.1 The Dominant accepts the Submissive as his, to own, control, dominate and discipline during the Term. The Dominant may use the Submissive’s body at any time during the Allotted Times or any agreed additional times in any manner he deems fit, sexually or otherwise.

12.2 The Dominant may discipline the Submissive as necessary to ensure the Submissive fully appreciates her role of subservience to the Dominant and to discourage unacceptable conduct. The Dominant may flog, spank, whip or corporally punish the Submissive as he sees fit, for purposes of discipline, for his own personal enjoyment, or for any other reason, which he is not obliged to provide.

12.3 In case of illness or injury the Dominant shall care for the Submissive, seeing to her health and safety, encouraging and when necessary ordering medical attention when it is judged necessary by the Dominant.

12.4 The Dominant shall maintain his own good health and seek medical attention when necessary in order to maintain a risk-free environment

12.5 The Dominant shall not loan his Submissive to another Dominant.

SUBMISSIVE

12.6 The Submissive accepts the Dominant as her master, with the understanding that she is now the property of the Dominant, to be dealt with as the Dominant pleases during the Term generally but specifically during the Allotted Times and any additional agreed allotted times.

12.7 The Submissive shall obey the rules (“the Rules”) set out in Appendix 1 to this agreement.

12.8 The Submissive shall serve the Dominant in any way the Dominant sees fit and shall endeavor to please the Dominant at all times to the best of her ability.

12.9 The Submissive shall take all measures necessary to maintain her good health and shall request or seek medical attention whenever it is needed, keeping the Dominant informed at all times of any health issues that may arise.

In the mist of reading this “contract”, I felt my phone vibrating next to me on my bed. I honesty wanted to ignore all phone calls and deal with this Submissive mess that someone had me analyzing as if it was a job.

Cole

At the sight of his name, my first thought was to ignore him and finish his work, but then I felt like I need to take a break and have a conversation with him before I even continued.

“Jermaine-”

“LaToya.”

“Hi.” For some reason all the “big talk” flooded out my bedroom window now. With him it seems as if I was so tough, but he always dominated me in more than more way.

“Are you reading over the contract I gave you babygirl?” God, that pet name…I actually like it.

“Yes, I’m reading it now, but there is something I need to ask you.” I heard him shift taking off what I’m guessing was his seatbelt.

“Go on.” Immediately I picked up on his defensive tone.  

“I thought you said you loan all your submissives to another Doms.” I questioned, but it came off more of a statement. That’s good, don’t back down.

“No, LaToya I told you that I had given many of my submissives to another Doms. Why do you ask?” Well…

“Because, in the contract it said that you weren’t allowed to do so, now.”

“I rather not speak on this now, if you want you can come over for a while and we can speak then.” Jermaine suggestion….Hell no LaToya.

“I’m in bed, and I’m dressed for bed. I only want answers Cole.”

“What are you wearing Miss. Williams?” He just completely ignored the majority of my statement.

“I’m wearing orange Mr. Cole.” God, I want to play this game.

“What is orange LaToya that you’re wearing?”

“My tank top and lace panties.” For a second, I swear I heard him groan. Suddenly the energy between us and our phone disappeared.

“Meet me at my house in 20 minutes; I need to answer your questions tonight.” And with that he hung up. That would be the second time he has hung up on me. Instantly something told me to call him back and put him in his place but I choose not to and agreed that maybe going to his penthouse would be such a bad idea. Gaining my towel and rang, I took a shower, did my hygiene, and choose a pair of shorts, white t-shirt, and Power Blue Jordan 5s. My hair was in a curly bun, and a pair of silver diamonds did the trick. I oiled my face and walked out making sure I left my room in the best order. Nicole stayed over her parents’ house after we had dinner, so she was no problem tonight.

Grabbing the keys to my car, I did a silent prayer and walked out the front door.

Jermaine POV – (3rd Person View)

Jermaine couldn’t hold up his end of the conversation anymore. He hung up because he knew if he continued to have a conversation it would end with him going against his own will.

So, he went home and got small snacks together for the both of them. He had his housekeeper, Samantha put together finger sandwiches, and fruits, and then he had her put Champagne and Hennessey out. He went and changed into some more casual clothing, grabbing a pair of black sweat pants, he got his black polo shirt from the closet collection. Walking out, he heard the ding indicating that LaToya had arrived.

He seen her attire and for some reason he wanted to send her away to his closet and change. The shorts didn’t help the way he wanted to fuck her against the wall. He legs were tone, and she was dark skin. For some reason it helped her in so many ways, he loved the way her body looked and he didn’t care for her color. She was beautiful, and he had to have her.

“Hey Jermaine.” A small smile played on her lips and Jermaine couldn’t help himself as he felt himself smile back.

“Hey LaToya, if you’re hungry there is some small snacks in the kitchen, I need to get something real quick. Make yourself comfortable okay.” With that Jermaine made his way to his office and grab a copy of the old Dom/Sub agreement.

Walking back in the kitchen he noticed that Samantha was walking out the kitchen with a huge grin plastered on her face, LaToya was also, so that was good thing.

“LaToya, here is the old copy of the contract. I would have explained this over the phone but I needed to show you this in person. Read 15.4 and 15.5, it’s located on the second page.” Jermaine watched LaToya as she read the clauses on the page two.

After reading she came up and looked up at him

“So what does it mean?” LaToya asked and she sends the thousand emotions rush over his face.

“LaToya it means that with your contract I add adjustments. I never planned on you being sold or loan to another Doms. You are….different, and I plan on treating you different. LaToya I care about this relationship with you, so that means that I will make some changes with you. You’re a virgin and I want you to be as comfortable with this as possible. Especially with your first time…” Jermaine couldn’t continue at the time.

He notice over the past couple hours that she wasn’t the same. LaToya wasn’t like the rest of his submissives. When he called Carlos that afternoon, he already informed him on why and Carlos immediately called Jermaine to his office and stamped the contract then.

“Jermaine, I don’t want to be a submissive for my first real relationship. I want to make love and have someone hold me. Not someone order me to a certain spot to be at, fuck me against chain and whips, and have me for a couple months before they are moving on to the next girl.”

“This isn’t going to be like that-”

“How long is this going last Cole?”

“7 months.”

“How many?” Jermaine was confused at this point.

“How many what LaToya?”

“How many girls?”

Oh, fuck no this isn’t what he planned on talking about. He wanted to let her review the old contract and then compare it to hers. Maybe after she read the contract she would feel good and thankfully and agree to his relationship. This question, he wasn’t in the mode for, but of course for some reason he answered it.

“35, you’ll be number 36.”

In the last of the statement, he seen her face drop. Her eyes read hurt and for some reason he could understand.