His Captive Bride (6 page)

      
I listen as the Jamaican hair dresser talks.

          
“Normally I don’t have to recommend an intensive conditioning treatment for a child that is this young, but I can’t get a comb through her hair without putting a masque treatment on it.”

     
“Do whatever you need to. I don’t want to cut it.” Even though I am talking to her and trying to ignore Drake, I can feel his eyes on me as he does business on his phone.

“
Your boyfriend said: top of the line, so this may take a while. Why don’t you two go and shop while I work.”

He is not my boyfriend!

“I don’t want to leave her alone.”

“
She won’t be alone; she has me and that big handsome body guard that you brought in.” She eyes Drake’s driver and winks.

I look at Muha
mmad and he nods. His face remains stoically expressionless; with his hands folded in front of him.

“But what if someone sees her and comes in?
What if someone tries to get her, Muhammad?” My gut wrenches; as I think about some rich dope slinging thug abducting my baby.

“Over my dead body,” he growls in my direction.

Drake chuckles and I realize that he has been listening in. He rises, taking me by my arm leading me towards an escalator that will transport us to the stores.

He pulls me to him on the escalator and growls in my ear, “I own you now! I’m going to take you. I’m going to do the nastiest, vilest things that I can think of to you. All those things that I have been fantasizing about, are your new reality, ‘little girl lost.’ You are moving out of your house and into my bed. I’m so looking forward to defiling you and you’ll never be able to wash my stench off of you.”

               
He smiles at the woman getting on the escalator going down as we step off. She licks her lips and eyes me with contempt. He gives no clue that an animal lurks beneath his well tailored suit, but I have a feeling that she senses it by the way that she is chewing him up and spitting him out with her eyes.

Bitch!

“I’m not going to be another notch on your belt, Drake!”

“You have no choice!” He growls,
as he digs his fingers into the flesh of my arm.

What I can’t figure ou
t, is why moisture has begun to pool between my legs.

      
“Wouldn’t you like a doll that is a little less, urban?”

Did, that bitch seriously just say that to me?

I eye the sales lady sizing her up, as I contemplate going into my best rendition of ‘white trash.’

“Not that I owe you an explana
tion, but my daughter is Latin American and the last thing that I am trying to do is make her white!” I stifle the temptation to add: ‘A white, uptight cunt like you,’ to the description.

“Uh, uh, I meant no disrespect, Ma’am.”

“Uh, uh, uh, then keep your uptight, close minded views to yourself and while you are at it, go get me a different sales lady, preferably one that isn’t racist!”

Her mouth drops open as she stares
, and I know that she is contemplating just how much of a commission that she just cut herself out of.

“She’s waiting!” Drake growls.

             A moment later a beautiful African American woman makes her way over. “It’s about time somebody put that bitch in her place, now let’s shop,” she states, walking us in the direction of clothing.

 
“Let’s do it.” I say, as we all head off together to go and spoil my little Precious rotten. “Spoiled rotten,” just the way that she deserves to be, I think to myself with satisfaction.

Three hours later we make our way back to the hair dresser and what I see brings tears to my eyes. Precious is beautif
ul. The master blaster of hair has worked her magic and Precious is happier than I have ever seen her. Her hair lays in dark ringlets down her back. The knotted mass of chaos no longer exists. It is evident that Rosa had been too high and too lazy to take care of the child’s hair.

                  
I eye the Jamaican hairdresser, as she flips and primps with Precious’s hair while she talks. “This child has got one beautiful head full of hair.”

We made our
way home beat; and literally dragging into the new mansion that would now house our little family.

Drake & Mandissa

                    
I kissed my baby and made my way into the Master suite. I hadn’t taken the time to find out where my room was and I was ready to get some sleep. It had been a long eventful day and I was beyond pleased with all that had transpired.

I stood dumbfounded a
s I eyed Drake. He was seated on the bed working on his laptop and the man’s body was beyond divine.

“Do you like what you see? I asked you a question, now give me the decency of answering it!”

“I, uh, I, uh, was wondering where my room is?”

He moved his laptop th
at probably cost more than I make in three months time and stalked his way over to me.

Oh shit! What was that he said about doing vile nasty things to me? Things that would leave a stench that could never be removed.
There is that familiar moisture again.

         
He made his way right up to me, until we were nose to nose and as if reading my mind stated, “I say what I mean and I most definitely mean what I say. Now what in the world would have given you the impression that I am letting you out of this room tonight? You owe me!” He twisted a handful of my hair into his fist and growled from somewhere deep in his throat, “Now just how do you plan on paying me back?”

I mustered up all of the courage that I could. “You don’t own me
, Drake.”

“The hell I don’t! Let’s get one thing straight
‘little girl lost,’ I’m in control! In my bedroom, I rule, reign, and I damn sure dominate!”

The moisture between my legs that had become a familiar feeling was now a gush. I swear the man can read my mind
, because he reached right beneath my T-shirt and twisted the g-string that I wore off. He held it up eyeing it and simply stated: “Mm-hmm.”

          
I gulped, as he threw it to the floor. His raised eyebrows mocked me, as he spoke: “I asked you a question, Do….You…..Like…..What….You……See? Because I know that I damn sure do!”

With that he grabbed the neck of my t-shirt and literally ripped it from top to bo
ttom and I gasped, as it fell at my feet.

“Clasp your hands behind your back, now!”
He leaned in like we had a secret, “Interlock your fingers, little girl lost.”

The seriousness in his
steel whisper left me no options. I don’t think that I have ever felt so vulnerable and I know that I have never been this turned on.

“Please, please, please.” I don’t
know what I was begging for.

“Oh, I do love to hear a bitch beg
. Please what? Take you over to that bed and eat you alive, or fuck you senseless? I’ve got an idea, how bout I do both?”

He pulled me backwards by my hair
, until my knees hit the bed forcing me to sit.

               
“Sit with your palms down and cock those knees up baby!” He pinched my inner thigh forcing my legs to fly open. I was horrified, embarrassed, and why was I so wet?

“He
pinched harder, “Oww,” I whined, bending my knees and spreading my legs.

Once again his raised eyebrows mocked me, “Palms down, don’t forget.”

               That is when he began his assault on me with his tongue. Over, and over, and over, and over, he brought me to the point of climaxing, only to stop. Tears streamed down my cheeks, as I lost all pride and begged my new self proclaimed ‘Owner,’ to allow me to cum.

      
“You taste absolutely, unequivocally, perfect, now cum!”

He didn’t have to tell me twice
, but he did tell me that I had better look at him the whole time, and I did. Hell, I would have howled at the moon if he had told me to. I have never experienced that kind of connection with a man and I most certainly have never experienced that kind of orgasm.

Drake

                   I tossed her ass down on that bed and pinned her legs back and took what was mine that night.
I bent her knees back all the way to her shoulders. I folded her like a piece of paper and took her! Her eyes about bugged out of her head when she felt that piercing of mine violating her. I made sure that girl will never, and I do mean never, be satisfied with another man. After all, she owes me. I had to call in a lot of ‘favors’ to get that girl what she loved. And after the way that she made me feel that night, I knew that I would never let her go!

       
I woke up to Precious jumping up and down on the bed giggling. I could tell that this time she was bouncing up and down and landing diaper first onto Drake’s stomach. Why the hell she was still in a diaper at her age was beyond me, other than the fact that her lazy ass Mother hadn’t potty trained her. She would be potty trained by the end of the week—I purposed in my mind.

Re-fucking-diculous, I thought to myself. Well as chiseled as ‘Daddy Drake
’ is, I’m sure that he will be fine with her smacking that clean diaper down on him. Come to think of it his face is chiseled too, along with other things.