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My brother was the drinker, not me. Though we were identical twins, he was the cooler guy.
everyone loves themselves some diesel
It was embarrassing to admit that I’d turned eighteen and was still a virgin, but I met my girlfriend a year ago and we agreed to wait with each other.
ain’t nothing wrong with waiting for marriage
Most people thought twin telepathy was real, and though I’d never felt anything, I believed Diesel did. Anytime I felt the weird chest tightness or my heart racing, Diesel seemed to show up, ready to antagonize me. Sometimes he’d distract me from the feelings and sometimes he made them worse.
i swear that shit is real
With my father, that was a loaded question, spanning from, “Will I finally keep my mouth closed about him cheating on my mother?” to “Am I going to start being more like my brother?” The smirks on their faces were hard to read. My mom’s lips parted with a look of disappointment. I’d probably always disappoint my dad, but disappointing my mom was different. She was the only one who cared or showed interest in getting to know Winter.
ugh their father was a dick boy
“There isn’t anything to think about. According to him, I’m not good at anything, but at least I’ll be a better husband. And when the time comes, I’ll be a better father than he’ll ever be,” I snapped, keeping my eyes on him.
MHMMM IKTR!
“She sees you as a sucker that needs to be licked, Declan. When she looks at you, she sees dollar signs. I picked that up the very first time we had dinner. How are y’all going to get married without her parents’ permission to begin with? This is what I’m talking about with you and these stupid ass decisions. What normal parents are going to sign off on their daughter getting married at seventeen?”
well goddamn! he said the same shit about quinci and greyson and we know how that turned out
“Okay, after graduation, you start as my intern. This fall, you attend Cornell and work for me. Do you understand? Do you think that is something that you can handle?” I tried to hide my smile, fearing that he’d renege. With Diesel getting into M.I.T., he’d be gone most of the time, and the relationship with my dad would get better. Before I could respond, he added a caveat. “So long as you get cold feet.”
DIS NIGGA
I was going to show her that I was nothing like them and never would be.
we know sweetie
Since we’d moved here, he’d been asking me and his mom to make him a little sister. He said everyone in his class had a brother or a sister and it made him jealous.
donovan you got enough cousins sit your ass down!
“When’s the last time she been back home?” “She went home for Christmas, and I flew with Donovan for New Years. Nah, wait. She went for Valentine’s Day too.” I scratched my head. “And her and Donovan went for a few days during Spring Break.” Damn. I’d now realized how often she went back to New York.
OOP—
My eyebrows furrowed because I thought I’d told the truth by telling Kemba the truth when I said she wasn’t active on Facebook like that. Her main social media sites were Instagram and Twitter. I didn’t want to think Winter would purposely ignore Kemba’s aunt.
OH WORD? yeah she’s cheating
“Yo, I’m going to run home to grab some bandages and my good gloves. You good?”
OH DEAR GOD—
By now, Winter would be up and about. When I walked into our bedroom, she wasn’t in the bed either. Just as I was about to call out for her, I heard moans coming from the bathroom— a male's moans and Winter's moans.
She knew I wasn’t going to say anything about it while Dymon was around. I’d never give him, Diesel, or my father the satisfaction of knowing what they said about her two decades ago had finally come true. For twenty years, they tolerated her, and I would never give them ammunition to hate her.
“Declan, there was not a man in our house. I was…” she paused. “Do not lie to me.” “I was watching porn.” I squinted at her. “What?” “I was watching porn, Declan.”
“Damn it, Declan,” she hissed. “There was no one here. We were on a Facetime call and… masturbating.”
My heart rate picked up, almost like it was skipping every other beat. Her lips moved, but I couldn’t hear anything past the swooshing sound in my ears. I started yanking at the collar of my T-shirt because of the sudden heat wave flowing through my body. Closing my eyes, I rocked back and forth slowly, bumping my back against the chair. You are not having a heart attack, Declan. Your heart is fine. This moment will pass.
“Declan, I love you. I’ve loved you for twenty years. I’ve taken care of you for twenty years. I’ve given you a child. I’ve moved across the world away from family for you and around these country-ass people, who I can’t seem to get along with. Me telling you I want something different doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I just want something different.” “But you… you want to have…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence. “Not necessarily. An open relationship doesn’t mean sex all the time. It could just be a different type of connection.”
“You don’t know, so let me help you. Two months. It’s been two months since we’ve had sex. It probably would have been longer if I hadn’t initiated it.”
“Have you thought that maybe I’m just tired of the three kisses on my left shoulder, the seven kisses around my neck and lips before you kiss down my stomach, eat my pussy until you think I’ve nutted, and then pump into me five times before you’re done?” she snapped, her voice getting louder.
“Sometimes, I sit out here just to hear Dymon put Quinci through the wall so I can get off.”
When the hooded figure raised its head, their hood slipped off and I saw that it was Leah, my sub’s wife. She noticed me, and her eyes nearly popped out of her head. I was already running at her before she could take off. Before I could reach her, she snatched up a tire iron and pointed it at my face, as if I didn’t have a double-barreled shotgun in my hand.
I looked at my truck as he dragged me away and saw that she’d flattened my brand new custom black rims, shattered three of my windows, and spray-painted all over my custom chrome paint job.
begged. “The only apology I will accept is twenty-five thousand dollars. My vehicle fixed. And a punishment so fucking severe, you won’t be able to sit down for days. All three or fucking nothing.”
Benny paid me thousands of dollars to humiliate and degrade him, and I enjoyed it. It gave me such a rush to turn his brown ass into a dark shade of purple.
My first rule was to drop anybody when things started to get crazy
My deceased grandmother, Della Mae, who I was named after, died a week after I was born. The only memories I had of her were several pictures my dad took of her holding me. After the funeral, my sperm donor, Bill’s son, and my mother took off and didn’t look back. As an adult, I knew there was more to the story, but that was the story given. I never asked for another one and never would. Since then, it was us, until he finally married Ms. Sherry.
My dad found out that I was a Domme by accident. While helping me move some things, he found a storage bin of my accessories. It was weird around him for weeks before he got the courage to ask me some questions. It was tough trying to gently explain to a man in his early seventies about kinks, Dommes, and subs without sounding like I needed to be mentally evaluated.
He sighed. “I just don’t want to leave here knowing that—” I put my fingers in my ears. “Lalalalaa,” I sang, then removed my fingers. “Dad, you’re not going anywhere anytime soon, okay?”
It wasn’t a secret that my dad had been trying to marry me off since I was twenty-one, claiming he was getting too old to take care of me and wanted to approve of my man before he left this Earth.
Whether my dad believed it or not, I wanted to get married, but the reality was that finding a good Black man who could handle me and everything about me was slim to none.
Since Vivian was having the time of her life in her early sixties with two men vying for her time, I’d given her a cute touch of brown and rose gold highlights in a side part body wrap style to make her look younger than she was.
As we are leaving, David asks me if he should come, because of course, he likes Greysen and he’s been around for a while. Duncan turns, looks him up and down, and says, family only. I felt trapped in a movie. I was equally upset and… excited… until he got on the private jet and admits that Greysen is not in labor, he just missed me, and I wouldn’t answer the phone.”
“And it was… let’s just say… what do you young kids be saying about bingo cards? I never thought that having sex with two men within twenty-four hours at sixty-two would be on my bingo card, but alas.”
In my honest opinion, he was an idiot for carrying on with a mistress for decades, but I didn’t think for one second that Duncan didn’t love Vivian. To me, they just had two different types of sexual appetites.
When her screen lit up, a text from Daddy came through, and when she opened it, a big dick popped up on the screen. Immediately, she swiped out of the messages and flicked her eyes toward the mirror to see if I’d seen it, but I’d already looked away. I was a great multitasker, so she probably assumed I didn’t notice her turn her screen down before opening the message again, either. What she didn’t know was, my 20/20 vision could cut through any privacy screen.
It was normal for someone not in the BDSM lifestyle to have the questions and concerns she had, but she was going to have to get her answers from her husband, not me.
I knew my feelings didn’t matter to her because she hadn’t stopped talking to him. When we were in the same room, I’d catch her looking at her phone smiling, or she’d leave the room claiming she had to take a call. She’d never had to take a phone call away from me, so I knew it was him.
It was embarrassing that at thirty-eight years old, I needed medicine to help regulate my feelings and emotions. I couldn’t talk to any of my family about it. My brother Dymon thought he was the black sheep of the family because our dad sent him away at sixteen, but I was the real black sheep. It was worse for me because I was around the family to see them walk on eggshells around me.
I looked to see Winter coming out of the hallway, with a man following a couple of steps behind her. Nothing could be misconstrued about what had taken place as they both looked disheveled and covered in sweat. They walked out on the deck, never noticing us. Suddenly, it seemed like my heart had been dropped-kicked out of my chest.
“Do you really care about me fucking other men, or you just don’t want your family to find out? I think that’s it. Not because you care about me, this relationship, or any of that, you just don’t want your brothers to find out.”
A part of me knew this was the beginning of the end for us, and the thought of losing Winter hurt, but I worried more about our son than myself.
It wasn’t a secret that our relationship was changing slowly, but surely. We were still best friends, and nothing would be able to come in between that, but the reality was she was a married woman with a toddler and about to have a newborn. Eventually, she would start to push me out without even realizing it.
“I thought you was your brother out here copping a squat when my girl is at home dragging a wagon in the front and the back. I was about to one, two yo’ ass, for real, and tell you to get yo’ ass home.”
With his hood off, he looked even finer. His dark brown skin was smooth and looked so moisturized. His God-given bone structure and slim goatee made him look distinguished. The small gold hoops in his ears and rope chain around his neck gave him the edge that would make any woman want to throw their panties at him. If he rubbed his tongue over those semi-full lips or showed his perfect set of thirty-two, he’d get more than the panties. That was just his face. His body—another thing only the universe could give someone who was their favorite. On top of him looking like he lived in the gym, he
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“I came here to watch her. To see what kind of passion she says she need, since she won’t tell me. She says I should know, but all I’ve seen so far was that she wants to be treated like a slut. Wants to fuck in bathrooms. That was the other night and with another man.” He took a sip of his drink. “Tonight, I watched a man play with her pussy under the table.”
Women just want to feel wanted, loved, and lusted after. But most importantly, reassured.
Plus, women with old names are savages. Last Summer, I fucked a girl named Dottie and she took me down. I almost couldn’t keep up,” he said, laughing.
I am ready to get cracked… like an egg. Plowed… like a garden. Back broken… like Humpty. I don’t know what kind of video you’re going to get at 8:59, but whatever it is will be blamed on this wine.”
“Declan Danger, you are going to spoil me. Scalp rubs. Teary orgasms. Sleepy rides to bed and turn down service. I don’t know. I can’t take this.” “I’ll spoil the fuck out of you if you let me.”
