“Plus I need to get up at six and go for a run.”
KAD was back in Atlanta because Daddy’s detail was with him.
“You’re running through the park?”
“Uh-huh. You should join me.”
“I’ve gotten lazy, baby.”
“You need to get unlazy and get motivated. After all, motivation is what gets you started; habit is what keeps you going.”
“On that note, I’m motivated to go pass out.” He put the cap back on his whiskey, closed up his humidor, and stood up to stretch. “Don’t be up too much longer.”
“I’m right behind you,” I said as he walked up the staircase to the second level of the penthouse. “I’m going to shut everything down.”
&nbs
p; Daddy’s security guards were stationed in the lobby and across the hall. I also owned the smaller apartment there so no one else would be on that floor. I planned to keep it, even once the penthouse sold. I didn’t need a lot of space in New York, but I wasn’t about to not have a spot at all. I enjoyed my independence but was elated that Daddy was staying with me on this quick jaunt back into town. He was leaving for the Dominican after we celebrated his birthday, probably to hook up with some exotic beauties who loved money and were open to trading it for sex.
Whenever I ran across males who claimed to do a lot of business in the Dominican, I knew what time it was. A lot of wives even sent their husbands there on vacations alone so they could get the fantasy out of their systems. That was another reason I didn’t trust men. Being faithful was more than a notion for most and they could have perfect wives who put dinner on the table every evening at six and pussy on their faces every night at ten. It didn’t matter. At the end of the day, they felt variety was the spice of life. As far as I was concerned, being single was better than being lied to, cheated on, and disrespected. I had seen too many of my counterparts destroyed by men who humiliated them in public. Not this kid.
I was closing up the blinds when I spotted a couple in the building on the other side of the street fucking the shit out of each other. He had leathery skin and looked like a foreigner. He wasn’t white, black, or Hispanic, but he was sexy for damn sure. Plus, he had a big dick. I stood there and watched as the redheaded woman with a cooch to match pounced up and down on his dick like there was no tomorrow. And I wasn’t mad at her.
I loved watching other people have sex, and I yearned for my pets. I wished that I could’ve flown them in, and actually contemplated it for a hot second. I could’ve put them up in a hotel suite and snuck away from Daddy for some afternoon playtime the next day, but I wanted to spend as much quality time with him as possible. Glaze and Piece of Shit would have to wait. But I was definitely making a pit stop on my way back to Atlanta. I’d have them meet up with me someplace so I could beat some ass and get off at the same time.
I ended up masturbating myself to sleep that night. While it did the trick, it just wasn’t the same as digging into Piece of Shit’s back with a stiletto heel.
Chapter Sixteen
Sunday, August 26, 2012
9:32 p.m.
Hilton Head Island, South Carolina
I made a detour on my way back to Atlanta and truly pulled a fast one, but only for one day. KAD thought I was still in NYC with Daddy, and Daddy thought that I was headed straight back to Atlanta. I convinced him that I didn’t need security detail on the private jet because Kagiso was picking me up from the hangar in Atlanta. I told the pilot that he better keep his fucking mouth shut about my flight plans. Archie, short for Archibald Witt, had a major crush on me, so the idea that he might actually get to whiff my pussy one day, or fuck me up in the friendly skies, made him want to impress me.
I put on a disguise—light brown wig, silk scarf, and sunglasses—and hopped a ride up to the main airport terminal and then caught a cab to the resort.
I needed to relieve some stress. When I arrived at the four-bedroom villa in Palmetto Dunes, Glaze and Piece of Shit were already there. They had rented the place under Glaze’s real name and were both butt-ass naked, as I had instructed when I arrived.
Piece of Shit crawled to the front door to answer it for me. I could see him on his hands and knees through the frosted glass. He did have a spiked collar around his neck, connected to a diamond-studded, four-foot leash.
He sat up on his hind legs after he opened up, and stuck his tongue out, holding his hands in front of him like paws.
I grabbed the leash in the middle. “Good boy! You ready for some fun tonight?”
He nodded and kept letting his tongue hang out of his mouth. Drool was trickling down his chin and onto his chest.
I yanked on the leash, forcing him back down on all fours as I kicked the front door shut behind me and locked it with my free hand. I walked him through the foyer, then the living room, and out onto the balcony. It was dark, but I could make out the waves of the Atlantic in the close distance. We had a private beach at our disposal and I planned to make the most of it.
Glaze was lying on a floral-covered lounge chair, digging into her pussy with three fingers. She was already nice and wet.
“Who told you that you could play in your pussy?” I yelled at her. “I’m going to beat your little ass for that!”
She pulled her fingers out in a panic. “I’m sorry, Mistress. I thought it would please you, if I—”
“What the fuck is so pleasing about walking up in here and catching you playing in that nasty snatch of yours?” I glared at her. “Huh? Answer me, dammit!”