“Enter,” I directed as I turned around.
Kagiso stood there for a few seconds, admiring my sepia skin, flawless after years of treating it both internally and externally with Vitamin E, my shoulder-length onyx-black hair, and eyes the color of a papaya. The papaya eyes were Daddy’s idea. They made me distinctive and hid any resemblance to the eyes of Caprice Tatum, whose eyes were naturally a darker brown. Bianca had chosen to wear fake lenses to make herself feel special; my lenses were to mask my past.
“Are you going to stand there in the doorway and stare at me, or are you going to come in?” I asked Kagiso.
He came in the room and shut the door behind him. Then he started in on me with his alluring, seductive accent. “You plan to tease me again? Dangling a carrot in front of my face that I can never have?”
I walked over to the bed, climbed on, propped my back up on some pillows, and spread my legs so he could get a perfect view of my hairless pussy. It was already wet, but I planned to get it much wetter.
“Answer me,” he demanded.
I rolled my eyes and then faked a smile. I needed him to cooperate, and you get more with sugar than you do with shit.
“I want to play Jack and Jill.”
“And I want to play digging your back out with my dick.”
Same story, different day.
“That’s not happening.” I bit my bottom lip and stared down at his crotch. “Take off your clothes so I can see that elephantine dick of yours.”
“And if I refuse?”
I smirked. “Then I’ll call Diederik in here so he can show me his. You and I both know that he’ll be down with it.”
“Why not call Diederik in here in the first place, then?” Kagiso asked sarcastically.
“Easy answer.” I started tapping my clit with the manicured index finger of my right hand. “I love the way you jack off. It’s . . . fascinating.”
I could tell that he was getting excited. Kagiso loved to be complimented and flattered, especially when it had anything to do with his dick. He was vain and entitled to it. The motherfucker was spectacularly fine.
He started removing his shirt and walking closer to the bed. That’s it. Come here, little doggie.
“What’s so fascinating about the way I beat my meat?”
“Beating meat is such a vile term for it. I prefer jacking off or . . . pleasuring oneself.”
“I wanna fuck you, Wicket. These little excursions with you are driving me insane. No man can continue to do this without wanting more.”
“So leave and send Diederik in on your way out. Tell him to bring a jar of honey. I like the way the honey looks on his pale dick when he uses it to spurt his jism halfway across the room.”
I was being cold but not nearly as bad as I was with Glaze and Piece of Shit. My two pets relieved and released an anger in me that could never truly be explained. I equated my sexuality with disdain when I was in their presence and humiliating them was all that mattered. It was my way of making someone else feel how I felt on October 25, 1987, a date forever embedded in my mind. In many ways, it was the date of my death and my rebirth as someone who simply didn’t give a fuck about most people in the world. Somehow that made it easier for me to take chances that led to an extreme amount of success in life. Strange shit but the harsh truth.
Kagiso still stood there, pondering over whether he should continue to try to press me for some pussy or cave like always and expose his dick.
“I don’t have all damn day, Kagiso,” I said. “It only takes five seconds for you to drop your drawers. Let me see Striker.” I eyed Kagiso seductively as I went ahead and inserted my index finger into my pussy. “I’ve missed my baby so much.”
Kagiso couldn’t hold back any longer, unzipped his pants, kicked off his shoes, and was butt naked within thirty seconds flat. “Ain’t nothing babyish about my dick.”
I licked my lips. “Damn sure isn’t.”
Kagiso climbed on the bed and lay down with his head resting on the mattress between my thighs so he could inhale the scent of my pussy. Also, he liked to be close so he could hear the sounds of me playing in it.
His dick, lovingly known to me as Striker, was on full alert and it looked divine. There were times such as these when I yearned desperately to impale myself on his dick, but it was useless. Allowing a man to touch me was out of the question. There was too much pain and agony involved.
“Stroke him gently at first,” I instructed in a whisper. “I want to see you pamper him like he deserves to be treated.”
Kagiso looked upward at me and our eyes met as he started moving his hand up and down his shaft slowly.