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  As if caught up in some kind of love trance, she immediately obeyed. It took three gulps before she got all of his creamy mixture down. She wiped her lips with the back of her hand.

  Colden didn’t offer her a hand to help her up. With a hand pressed against the wall, she struggled to her feet.

  Sucking dick on command was the most humiliating, yet insanely erotic thing that she’d ever done.

  But while the attendees didn’t appear offended, Melanee’s boss, on the other hand, was irate and indignant. “You should be arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior,” he told her after firing her.

  Instantly hooked on sexual degradation, Melanee’s life changed the night she surrendered her will to Colden.

  “What do mean, she’s joining us?” Brandy’s confused voice brought Melanee back to the present.

  Melanee patiently waited for Colden to bring Brandy up to speed. If the poor girl had been looking for love, she was in the wrong place.

  “Are you trying to get me involved in a threesome or something?” Frowning, Brandy crossed her arms in front of her enormous breasts.

  “Something like that.” Colden cut an eye at Melanee. He gave her a conspiratorial smile, and she nearly swooned from the attention.

  “I’m not into that,” Brandy said with much distaste.

  “How do you know you won’t like it? Try it. It turns me on. Do it for me,” he said in a placating tone.

  “I don’t want to.”

  “You don’t have to do anything. Just open your legs and allow Melanee to eat your pussy.”

  “I don’t know.”

  “I know it’s your first time, but you don’t have to be nervous. I’ll be right here. Holding you, kissing you.” His voice was velvet as he stroked Brandy’s streaked hair. “You’re my good girl, right?”

  “Well, yeah, but—”

  “Shh.” Silencing her protest, he covered her mouth with his lips. Seduced her with kisses while his dark hands were busy, groping and squeezing her melon-like breasts as if checking for ripeness.

  “Come over here, Melanee.”

  Given a direct order, Melanee crossed the room and stood before Colden and Brandy. Colden tugged on Brandy’s arm, urging her to sit on his lap. Once she was in place, he gyrated on her wide rear end; his long finger rubbed her panty crotch.

  “Melanee is going to be especially gentle with you,” he said softly. “She’s going to show you the pleasure of a woman’s tongue.”

  Melanee yearned to taste the dick that was bulged inside Colden’s pants. The dick that was pressed against the white girl’s ass. But she had to earn the right to even touch Colden’s private parts.

  Brandy squirmed, uncomfortable with Melanee standing over her.

  “Relax, love,” Colden whispered. He held one of her hefty breasts, offering it to Melanee.

  Kneeling, Melanee drew the big pink nipple inside her mouth. She wasn’t attracted to women in the least, but if she expected to get the treat that she really wanted, she’d have to suck titties and lick pussy until the white girl was persuaded to bust a nut.

  “That’s enough.” Colden nudged Melanee away from Brandy’s titty. “Take her panties off and make her cum.”

  Obediently, Melanee worked the black panties over Brandy’s hips. Brandy shivered as Colden pulled her thighs wide apart, presenting Melanee a close-up view of wet pussy.

  Crouched on the floor, Melanee licked the pussy drippings that began flowing freely.

  Brandy moaned when Melanee’s tongue snaked inside her pussy. She wriggled in sexual excitement. “Oh, my God, this is so freaky!” Brandy exclaimed, sounding shocked that her body was responding to the caresses of a female’s skilled tongue.

  “Lick it, baby. Show me how much you love eating pussy,” Colden crooned.

  Motivated, Melanee lapped with pleasure, totally disregarding the fact that she wasn’t really into women. She ate pussy for Colden’s pleasure. And for the reward he gave her afterward.

  Brandy moved her hips and moaned, caught up in the excitement of forbidden pleasure. And Melanee was so thrilled to be back in Colden’s good graces, she moaned along with Brandy.

  Brandy grabbed the back of Melanee’s head, undulating and grinding on her face.

  Colden tapped Melanee on the shoulder. “She’s ready. Go for it. Suck the cum out of that pussy.”

  Lips locked around Brandy’s outer lips, Melanee’s tongue swirled around her clit. When Brandy began moving her hips and breathing heavily, Melanee then penetrated the woman’s plush walls. It only took a few minutes for Brandy to begin vibrating; practically screaming when she climaxed.

  Brandy panted, palm against the center of her chest, as if trying to slow down her heart rate.

  “You okay, baby?” Colden asked, smiling with pride as if he’d made Brandy cum.

  Melanee didn’t like hearing him still being so affectionate with this newcomer. She’d done what he expected, and it was her turn now.

  “How was it?” Colden asked, still focusing on Brandy.

  “Oh, my God. So good. I can’t believe I’ve been missing out.”

  “Not anymore. All you have to do is put your trust in me, and I’ll introduce you to a world of kinky pleasure.”

  “I trust you,” Brandy murmured, sounding exhausted and satisfied as she made herself more comfortable in Colden’s lap.

  Melanee was jealous. She wanted to get off the floor and get some of Colden’s affection, but she kept her feelings to herself. She would have to really behave if she wanted to suck Colden’s dick.

  She missed waking up and serving him. She was suffering—literally withering without him. Every day, she asked herself why she had ruined their relationship—being defiant and challenging his authority. Now he only saw her occasionally, and she missed him so much. Hopefully, the day would soon come when she had proven herself worthy and obedient enough to be allowed to return home.

  “Brandy,” Colden whispered.

  “Hmm?”

  “When you’re with me, you have to learn to share.”

  Brandy frowned.

  “It’s Melanee’s turn.”

  Brandy’s eyes popped open. “I don’t eat pussy.”

  “You will. Eventually.” He patted her ass, urging her to move over to the other cushion of the leather sofa.

  Melanee’s lips replaced Brandy’s. She whimpered in appreciation as Colden’s dick glided along her tongue. Tasting him was like heaven; she could have cried from sheer pleasure. But Melanee knew better than to lollygag. She went to work on his dick. Worshipping it with her tongue. Sucking it slowly, pulling it in deeply until the head was practically down her throat. She cupped his balls reverently, giving them a light squeeze.

  Colden’s tempo changed, and Melanee cracked her eyes open. She observed him as he motioned Brandy to join them.

  Melanee wanted to keep Colden’s dick sheltered inside her mouth, but knowing what he intended to do, she released the suction hold.

  “Take over,” he told Brandy as he eased his dick from Melanee’s mouth.

  Brandy looked confused. “Do you want me to finish blowing you?”

  “No. Jerk me off.”

  Unsure of what Colden expected, Brandy took his dick and held it delicately.

  “Jerk me off.”

  Brandy gripped his erection tighter, sliding her hand up and down.

  “Aim at Melanee’s face.”

  “Huh?” Perplexed, she looked down at Melanee as she delivered hand strokes.

  Still on her knees, Melanee edged closer. With her chin jutting upward, she anticipated a splash of sticky fluid—the kind of facial that couldn’t be purchased from a store.

  CHAPTER 9

  Snapped back to a more rational state of consciousness, Lincoln scowled at his balled fist, regarding it as something foreign. Disgusted, he unclenched it. He heard Chevonne comforting the kids, reassuring them that everything was all right between Mommy and Daddy. She sounded convincing; lying came easily for
Chevonne.

  Lincoln grabbed a pillow and snatched the comforter off of the bed. The sofa downstairs was much more appealing than sleeping next to the enemy.

  No, fuck that. Chevonne would love the idea of him being banished to the sofa. If she didn’t want to lie next to him, then she could trot her cheating ass downstairs and sleep on the sofa.

  Calm and resolute, Lincoln threw back the covers and got into bed.

  Chevonne slept elsewhere. He didn’t know and didn’t care whether she was curled up in Tori’s little twin bed or was tossing and turning on the couch. Knowing where he stood with Chevonne was liberating. No more inner turmoil. No more wondering why his wife rebuffed him.

  For the first time in many nights, Lincoln got a good night’s sleep.

  “Good morning, Rachel.” Lincoln forced his mouth into a tight smile. Rachel was a busybody and it was hard to like her. He would have passed her desk with only a slight head nod if he didn’t have to pick up his messages from her.

  She handed him a small stack of papers. “Did you hear the news?” Rachel’s eyes glittered through the lens of her eyeglasses. The hot gleam in Rachel’s dark eyes and her accelerated breathing was almost sexual. The woman got perverted pleasure from bearing bad news.

  Right and left, coworkers were getting axed. Seasoned architects were being replaced with inexperienced, new college grads. Given the option of being laid off or accepting a pay cut, Lincoln had taken the latter, losing a chunk of self-respect along with decreased income. Still, a lower salary didn’t guarantee job security.

  Sifting through the pile of messages, Lincoln winced. Was he about to get axed? “What’s going on?” he asked, dreading the response.

  Rachel edged forward. “This is between you and me.”

  He nodded, eyebrows knitted together in seriousness.

  “Mitchell got his walking papers an hour ago,” she whispered.

  Lincoln groaned. Mitchell had been with the firm for many years and was a highly accomplished architect. But these days, experience was more a curse than an asset. Lately, the firm was only interested in the young and savvy. At thirty-four, Lincoln was starting to feel like a dinosaur.

  “And get this…” Rachel motioned for Lincoln to come closer. Ordinarily, he wouldn’t give the gossipy receptionist the time of day. But these weren’t ordinary times, so he drew closer.

  “Mitchell’s replacement is in the office with the boss. Fresh out of college. A bright-eyed girl from Mount Vernon, New York.”

  Lincoln shook his head.

  “Guess who’s in charge of training the newbie?”

  Lincoln released a hard sigh. “Me?”

  “You got it! Have fun!” Rachel chortled.

  Lincoln took long strides to his office. Training college grads was a pain in the ass. Being at work was becoming as fucked up as being at home.

  Frank, the owner of the firm, tapped on Lincoln’s door and introduced him to Amber, the young college grad from upstate New York. Amber looked about sixteen. Lincoln smiled and welcomed her to the firm, all the while wondering where he’d find the patience to put up with another wet-behind-the-ears kid.

  Hired as an apprentice drafter, Lincoln explained Amber’s job description. He gave her a tour of the three-story, loft-style facility. He introduced her to her new coworkers. And after a couple of hours of bullshitting, he was ready to ditch the young woman and get some work done. He walked her to her work area. After instructing her to familiarize herself with the employee handbook, he excused himself.

  Alone with his thoughts, he sat behind his desk. The bronze-framed family photo that sat on his desk seemed to mock him. He wondered if his wife had taken another personal day. Was she holed up in a hotel with her lover right now? Or was she boldly getting her fuck on in her well-appointed city office? The thought filled him with hatred. Divorce was imminent. Custody, child support, division of property—it was going to get real ugly before it was over.

  Lincoln suddenly noticed Amber standing in the doorway of his office as he pondered his fucked-up life. “Yes?” He tried to keep the irritation from his voice.

  “I want to make sure I understand my responsibilities. I’m…like…not gonna use my skills to design anything?”

  Lincoln couldn’t help from chuckling at her naiveté. “No, not for quite a while.”

  “That sucks.”

  “Hey, I’m an accomplished architect, but I spend more time on the phone, in meetings, and consulting with clients than actually designing or drafting plans,” he explained, giving Amber the best encouraging smile that he could manage. He was groaning inside. Placating and babysitting was not in his job description. This shit was demeaning. He didn’t appreciate having to take this kid under his wing.

  “So what exactly will I be doing?”

  “Getting familiar with the firm. Researching zoning and building codes.”

  “That sucks.”

  “Life sucks,” he said firmly. He glanced at his watch. “It’s lunch-time; why don’t you go grab yourself a bite to eat, and meet me back here in an hour and a half.”

  The boss popped his head in. “I see you two are getting along. Good. Very good.”

  “Yes,” Lincoln replied. “Amber’s about to take a lunch break.”

  “Good idea,” the boss said, and then looked at Amber. “Have you ever been on South Street?”

  “No.” Amber perked up a bit.

  “Give her a tour, Lincoln. Show her the hotspots…places where the young people hang out.”

  It was an executive order. “Sure thing, Frank.” Lincoln tried to look happy about being Amber’s tour guide.

  Lincoln would have preferred having lunch at Ms. Tootsie’s but his young charge wanted to eat at Johnny Rockets. Jesus! Sitting in a hamburger joint was juvenile. Listening to a freckle-faced white girl chatter on and on about nothing was a colossal waste of time. When Amber finished her burger, Lincoln waved the waiter over, more than ready to get the hell out of the noisy place.

  Trying to discourage Amber from dawdling and window shopping, Lincoln walked briskly along South Street. Amber stopped suddenly. She literally clapped her hands and squealed like a little kid when she noticed a baking establishment called Scandalicious. “Oh, my God! A cupcake place. I have to go in there.”

  Before Lincoln could reject the idea, Amber was already inside.

  There was quite a long line at the counter. The snazzy-dressed guy that was working the cash register seemed a little overwhelmed. Lincoln took a seat on an out-of-the-way, velvet couch, collecting his thoughts while Amber stood in line. The cupcake bakery had a moody vibe that was seductive and appealing. Sort of reminded Lincoln of a French bordello—not that he’d ever visited one. Nevertheless, the sexy ambience and the enticing scents improved his disposition.

  An attractive woman emerged from the kitchen, joining the young man at the counter. The line of customers began moving along more swiftly now that there were two people taking orders. While waiting for Amber, Lincoln slipped into deep thought.

  “Are you okay? Can I get you something?”

  Lost in thought, Lincoln hadn’t heard anyone approach. He was surprised to find himself staring at the face of the nice-looking woman who’d been taking orders behind the counter. She was even prettier up close.

  “No, I’m okay. Waiting for my young coworker to get her sugar fix.” He nodded over at Amber who had made it to the front of the line.

  “Okay, just checking on you. Making sure you weren’t passed out or anything. I’ve only been open six months. The last thing I need is for a customer to keel over after eating one my cupcakes.” Chuckling, she walked away, resuming her position behind the counter.

  Lincoln was impressed that a young black woman owned the bakery. Rent wasn’t cheap on South Street. Judging by the amount of customers, the sister was doing pretty good for herself. If he’d followed his heart, he would have his own architectural firm, instead of slaving for the man. But being married with kids re
quired a regular paycheck.

  CHAPTER 10

  A never-ending stream of customers had filled the shop until closing. Money-wise, that was a good thing. But Solay’s stress level was on overload. Her baking assistant had been distracted—not on top of her game at all. Last week, Melanee had been a passionate baker, creating new recipes that introduced bold new flavors, but she’d been pretty much useless today. Burning cupcakes, forgetting ingredients, and smiling blissfully off into space, like she was in the midst of an erotic fantasy. Melanee was a complete puzzle to Solay. She never talked about her personal life, she shied away from talk about sex, and Solay wondered if the dowdy, little wisp of a girl was still a virgin.

  Dismissing Melanee from her thoughts, Solay focused on her own needs, and what she needed was some stress release. She called that “rent-a-dick” center. Though she preferred to see Deon again, she decided to try something new. A rep for the agency recommended an escort who went by the name, Spanish Fly.

  Solay excitedly rushed to the door when the bell rang. Through the peephole, she examined her escort. Spanish Fly had chiseled features, olive complexion, dark wavy hair, and a powerfully built body. The handsome Latino looked like a promise of many hours of sweaty body slapping.

  “Hey, Spanish Fly,” she welcomed when she opened the door. Solay was looking forward to getting naked with this sexy Adonis.

  “Good evening, madam. Please call me, Fly,” he said with a sexy Spanish accent. Then he reached for her hand and delivered a soft kiss that sent delicious shivers up her spine. Sexy and suave, Fly seemed to be a good choice.

  “Have a seat.” Solay motioned toward the sofa, intending to chat for a few minutes before jumping in bed and requesting that her Latino lover talk dirty in Spanish.

  “No, thank you. I want to get you in the mood,” he said, as his tongue circled his lips.

  “Okay, get me in the mood.” She smiled, eager for some raunchy freakishness.

  “I brought some music,” he added with a wink as he pulled an iPod from the inside pocket of his jacket.