Dainty fingers moved through the silky strands of her hair slowly as her driver made his way down the dark streets in a rougher part of the SOMA district of downtown, San Francisco. The lights of the bars and dance clubs in the nightlife passed by them in a colorful blur as she leaned her head on the window, the warm puffs of air from her nostrils fogging it up lightly. She breathed a soft sigh, her eyes dark with an emotion that resembled sadness. The diamond bracelet on her wrist glinted in the lights around the vehicle despite the rain that shrouded her view of the outside world. Her driver, a young man by the name of Eric, knew exactly where to go. Eric was loyal to her. He was one of the few in her household that she could really trust without a doubt – and she knew he would not betray her this time or the next. The city lights disappeared as the vehicle turned down an alleyway. She checked the time on her phone, the glow from the screen highlighting her features. 12:59 AM. She had one minute. She almost made a move to adjust her dress, ensuring that she looked every bit the elegant pampered lady she had become last year, but sighed as she thought better of it. Did it matter? Did it matter what he thought? Adjusting herself and teasing her hair she silently conceded that yes, it did matter. She looked at her phone again and the time read 1:00 AM, prompting her to roll down her window just as a door hidden within the brick wall opened. A tall black man with a head of neat long dreads gazed around the alley before settling on her vehicle. Her driver, Eric, was out of the car in seconds flicking an umbrella open and running toward the other male that towered over him by at least a foot. The two began to return to the vehicle and the female rolled her window up just as the door adjacent to her opened. There was silence as the male entered the vehicle. Eric closed the door behind the male and jogged around to the front and slid inside waiting for a directive. She turned toward the male who looked at her with thinly veiled contempt and she offered him a light smile Despite how many times she had seen him he never failed to move her with his beauty. His rich dark skin made her made her think of her favorite chocolate treat as he looked every bit of edible and his build was large and imposing. "Kane." She greeted after a moment or two. He snorted as he turned his head from her. She often wondered how this man had fallen into this lifestyle. There was something more than powerful about him – he was arrogant and commanding and had she not known better she would have thought he was a boss of a notorious gang slumming it with his subordinates. "La’Mia?" Eric called lightly from the front of the vehicle. She nodded her head and the car began moving once more through the alley and onto the streets. Dainty fingers dipped into the small purse she held at her side as she slightly toyed with a wad of bills. She didn't know his exact price and he never asked for more – but what she did know was that the amount she always gave him could support him and several others for a single month. The amount didn't even make a dent in her account but with the way he pocketed the money she knew it definitely expanded his. She knew he was unwilling in this aspect of his life – after all who wanted to be bought by anyone who threw money in their direction? – but she also knew that he needed it. She expected a silent drive as usual however she was pleasantly surprised when he inquired in a voice that was deep enough to pull something in her lower region to life, "You are La’Mia Valentino – Jalani Valentino’s wife, correct?" The vehicle was quiet for a moment. "Yes.” She murmured uncomfortably. “Why are you asking me this now?" The male shrugged his shoulders, "No particular reason – just curios as to why a female that more than likely lives a glittering high life would venture down here to darkness of the underworld." He rarely attempted to speak to her but when he did, his words were always precise, cultured, and no doubt more educated than her own. Her smile was indulgent when she turned from him, "A glittering high life, you say? Just because I have money it doesn't make my life 'glittering'." She closed her eyes thinking of the blood that often stained their floors and the screams that filled the night. "Hmm – mafia life is better than... this." By 'this' the male gestured to the prostitutes that filtered through the streets, fucking in alleys, and junkies searching through garbage bins for there next come up or a bite to eat. Her laughter was harsh when she spoke, "You would think so, no?" his brows were furrowed when she continued, "I grow tired of his lies, cheating, and beatings when I don’t kiss his feet. And the sound of the young girls his cronies kidnap and sale into slavery...." She grimaces and turns her head away to swallow thickly as she pulls herself together. "How does a beautiful black woman end up as the wife of Jalani?" Kane inquired though his tone was biting. La’Mia gazed at him evenly, "By having a brother so deep in debt that graves were being dug for his entire family." And the conversation ended there. . Jalani would slit her throat if he ever found out about Kane. He did not share his toys though he expected his toys to be just fine when he found other toys to play with. It was routine that they go to her favorite hotel – it was expensive, extravagant – and private. Kane didn't give a damn either way. A bed was a bed and a wall a wall and a floor a floor and it didn't matter where he was fucking her because it all paid the same anyway. She paid in cash every time because there was no way she would risk using a credit card and be traced. She took the key offered to her at the front desk after they check in and the duo took the elevator in silence as the headed for floor 56, room 5604. The key was swiped and the light went from red to green as she opened the door. Kane’s presence was thick against her back and she knew it would be one of those nights once again. She had just closed the door behind her when her back was pressed against it and her legs were wrapped around the waist of the man whom she had purchased for the night. For one whose personality rivaled an iceberg he went from cool to hot in mere seconds. She never understood how he could be so chilled to her one moment and then pressing against her with heat that threatened to burn her through her clothes the next moment. He hated her and she saw it in his eyes every time he looked into hers. She never questioned it – she just allowed it. Just as she also allowed him control in their trysts. Sensing her wandering thoughts his teeth bit her bottom lip hungrily and she cried out ever so softly. His large calloused hands were impatient as they moved up along her legs and pushed at the material of the dress she was wearing, bunching it against her waist. It was silk and no doubt would ruin at the pace he was going but she couldn't find it in her to care as his hard length rubbed against her through his jeans. She mewled when he lifted her higher so that she was straddling his stomach, his lips moving along her jaw line and down the column of her throat. His lips trailed lower still as he nibbled along her collar bone and undid the tie of her dress behind her neck. The dress slipped along her torso, the crimson material falling away to reveal her breasts. He palmed one, kneading it roughly, while playing with her nipple with his thumb and forefinger as the other breast was lathered with his tongue and caressed with his teeth. She arched into him, her core already weeping and ready for his attention but Kane liked foreplay. He enjoyed it and he was a master at it, too, as far as she was concerned. Her hands moved through his dreadlocks, enjoying the rough texture as it moved through her fingers. Her fingers scratched at the base of his skull, an action that never ceased to relax him and put him further in the mood. His tongue was merciless as he switched breasts exposing her peaked darkened bud to his hot, wet mouth. She leaned her head back as her eyes fluttered close and his hand snuck between their bodies. His long, tapered fingers found her thong and snatched the garment off of her as though it was offensive that she wore any. His fingers spread her lower lips and began working her into a frenzy starting with quick circles against her sensitive bud as a moan escaped her throat. Her hand came to his chest and she made a soft sound of frustration as she attempted to remove the jacket he was still wearing. It smelled distinctly of leather mixed with his cologne. He grunted in response pulling his hands and arms away only for a second, long enough to pull off his jacket and yank the shirt he wore over his head. She watched appreciatively as her legs clenched around his stomach subconsciously. As the shirt came off, her hands came down, touching and caressing the hard planes of his broad chest and she tweaked his masculine nipples. In an instant, his lips were on hers again – biting, tasting, and conquering. Kane’s fingers were at her core again, thumb pressing against her clit and eliciting a full body shiver from her. She rocked against his hand shamelessly as he began to move his fingers against her slick folds making goose bumps rise on his skin from the sounds of her stuttering breath. Her fingers moved down his chest, and over his taut stomach before settling between their lower bodies so she could undo the clasp of his jeans and pull down his zipper. She gave a bare perceptible whimper as she tugged the jeans down knowing he was already hard and aching for her. His body was trained by now, knowing that she would be his every other Thursday evening as it had been for the past five months now. Her stilettos dug into his rear as he stepped out of his shoes and jeans all at once. He removed his fingers from her core and placed her on her feet, his voice baritone rough with lust as he commanded, "Take this off." She removed her dress and it joined his cotton shirt and jeans on the floor in a messy heap. In one swift movement she was on her knees, and his hand entangled in her silky weave once more. "Suck me." He commanded. And she did of course. Her pouty lips opened to take in his engorged dick, her hands holding onto his firmly sculpted ass as she moved her mouth up and down along his shaft. She lathered it with saliva, before sucking the sides of his length as she worked her way back to the tip. His pre-cum was salty in her mouth but not overbearingly so, so she continued to suck, throat convulsing each time she took him in and her mouth met the flesh of his groin. Her tongue gently swirled around the mushroom head, excited by its constant throb, encouraging her to give it quick cat-like-licks of her tongue brushing lightly against the small slit which caused a shudder to race through his body. Determined eyes looked up at him and took in the sculpted planes of his abdomen. Her fingers itched to explore him, so with one hand firmly latched onto his rear the other hand ran along his abdominal muscles appreciatively, watching as they flexed with every bob of her mouth. With a tight grip, he jerked her head more toward him appreciatively as he gazed up at the ceiling, closing his eyes for just a moment. They reopened as he guided her away from his length and he bent over, lifting her into his muscular arms. He pressed her against the door again, but this time on her front side rather than her back. Her fingers moved to lock the door as she gripped the handle. He gave her no warning as he bent her forward and spread her legs apart. She leaned on the door for leverage, and pressed her hot cheek against the cool wood for comfort. La’Mia released a shuddering breath when Kane filled her completely in one swoop. Not able to hold back, Kane let a soft moan of appreciation. La’Mia walls fluttered around his member sucking him in deeper -if that were possible- and Kane got the unspoken message that it was time he began thrusting in and out of her tight channel. She moaned a soft, "Fuck." before her eyes closed with rapture as he hit just the right spot. She mewled with every thrust while his large hands gripped her waist tight. His breathing was coming in quick and even, while she took in heaving breaths. Her eyes grew lidded when one of those skilled hands moved around her waist and thumbed over her clit. He leaned over her small frame, still thrusting and pressed a soft lingering kiss to her shoulder. He moved the mass of her silky hair to the side, leaving her back free of the rapidly moistening strands. Sweat was beginning to slick her body and though he knew she could afford to get her hair redone, he didn’t want her husband to become suspicious. He stopped abruptly then and before she could protest to his absence, he turned her so that she could see him. He lifted her so that she was straddling his waist again and slid her down onto his length. She cried out in pleasure as he penetrated more deep from this angle. His arm muscles bunched as he lifted her over and over on his dick and she clung to him, like a lifeline as her hands were clutching desperately to his shoulders where blunt nails bit into his flesh. He groaned lightly as she coiled and tightened around him – her orgasm ripping through her, moments later causing her slim body to jolt and spasm out of her control. If it weren’t for them clutching onto one another she would have fasho hit the floor. Kane continued thrusting, keeping a rhythm that was sure to heighten her orgasm and send her over the edge once more before he too found his release. “Fuuuck.” She moaned unladylike, not giving a damn before convulsing in an orgasm again a few short minutes later. Kane followed her right after before her name sinfully fell from his lips, “La’Mia” he groaned. He pulled out of her sharply and she immediately began to jerk her hand along his swollen member. She didn't have to pump his dick long, before white liquid erupted from the mushroom head and coated her belly and hand. He placed her on her knees gently while her determined hands continued to milk him dry as her mouth went around him and sucked him clean. His breathing was erratic as she watched him piece his cool mask back together. When she was finished, he pulled away and turned from her walking over to sit on the bed. She said nothing as he took a seat. He said nothing while she crawled toward him, on her hands and knees, playing the role of a seductress temptress, while the dimmed lights that were automatically set in the room, illuminated off her melanated skin. When she reached him, she began using her hands and mouth to work him to hardness again. It was just another part of the routine. They would fuck until dawn. And then shower together and get dressed together. They would meet Eric downstairs like many times before and then her private car would drive off from the curb as the sun would begin to lighten the sky. Her dainty fingers dipped into her purse pulling out a wad of cash like she did each time and offered it to him as the vehicle stopped where they had picked him up. His face was in a mask of distaste as he took the money and when he made a move to leave the car she stopped him by gripping his wrist. He paused when she looked at him with watery eyes, "Let me take you from this life." She murmured so softly that he had to strain his ears to even hear her. There was a sneer on his lips as he shook his head, "No." And like every time before he opened the car door and stepped out of her life until she could see him two weeks from now. He offered her no explanation. She didn’t press for one. He merely closed the door behind him and turned away – as was routine. She was just a client, after all, and he didn't give a damn about her either way.
See...no titled was needed 🙃