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I thought being Ian Ferguson’s girlfriend was going to be the end all of alls and I wouldn’t have to worry about anything for the rest of my life?

Oh, how wrong I was.

I’m immersed into a world of the Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless as I find out how family history, old money, and revenge is just another sport rich people play when they’re bored and have nothing to do.

I just hope I’m not collateral damage.


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“Okay, wait a minute…” I shake my head as the thumping bass line of “Feenin’” enters the dance space. “What you know about Jodeci?” I chuckle. Ian may be aware of some things in black culture but I didn’t think one of the blackest groups of all time would be something he knew.

“A former lover listened to them a lot and it grew on me,” he casually shrugged as if this is just a regular occurrence and it’s not the biggest mind blowing thing I’ve heard all goddamn year. “Diary of a Mad Band is one of my favorite albums.”

What the…?

“Enough about what I like and don’t,” Ian grabs a chair and sits in front of me. “You earned this studio, angel. Prove it to me it wasn’t a mistake.”

Oh, it’s like that? Boy, I’m about to shut you alllllllll the way up. And just like that, I already know what I’m going to do to blow Ian’s mind and make him bust a load in his pants. “Start the music over, Zaddy.”

Ian starts the music again and I lock eyes with him. I slowly gyrate to the hypnotic bass line and Devante Swing’s naughty whispers. I mouth along with him to Ian so he knows exactly what’s on my mind.

“All of the chronic in the world couldn’t mess with you,” I mouth and Ian sexily nods back. Oh, I have a feeling we’ll be doing a bit more than freakin’ by the time this song is over.

I slowly walk towards him and do a small move, placing my hands in front of my sex as I do a small move with my hips. I gyrate against the music, with my gyrations becoming more pronounced with each chord and beat until I make my way back up. My hands become lost in my hair while my hips voluntarily move on their own.

I slide my hands down my body and it’s already hot to the touch. I’ve done dances like these so much, they’re a dime a dozen. But performing for my man is on another level. There’s an intimacy, a connection between us that couldn’t be explained and we wouldn’t dare to.

Whenever we lock eyes with each other, it’s clear we’re the only ones in the universe. It doesn’t matter what’s going on outside, or what drama is happening. Our focus is only on each other and that’s it.

I turn around to dip low, bouncing my booty a couple of times and Ian quietly licks his lips. He adjusts his position in the chair and I can tell his erection is chafing against his slacks.

I do a roll over into the splits – Ian’s favorite move of mine – and slide my body across the floor, twisting it left and right as I move.

As I continue to dance, Ian stands up and removes his suspenders, followed by his shirt. His muscular chest is barely covered by his white undershirt and now it’s my turn to lick my lips. He unbuttons his slacks and his shaft creates a noticeable tent in his boxer briefs.

He calmly folds his clothing and sets them aside before he sits back down on the chair. He strokes himself through the fabric of his briefs and damn it, if that’s not the hottest thing right now.

“Take off your clothes,” he orders, “slowly.”

My man wants me to strip for him and I’m more than happy to. Memories of the first time I performed a similar dance for him come flooding back, even though it wasn’t that long ago. He wants us to christen this place – our place – and I’m anxious to.

I peel off my shirt and toss it aside. I cover one hand over my red lacy bra while I continue to dance for him. I feel my panties becoming soaked with want but I keep focused on him. I have a feeling my dance won’t last very long and I need to finish as much as I can.

I turn around and take a deep breath. I’m about to do a dance move not even Ian has seen and suddenly I feel self-conscious about it. I unbutton my shorts and pull them over my hips. I bend all the way over to pull them down while I jiggle my ass.

I know it sounds funny; Ian has already seen my ass and plenty of me, but it’s different this way. I’m performing for him, like if he’s a client and I’m showcasing myself. Of course, I would never do that with anyone else, but it’s a naughty game we’re playing and I’m a willing participant.

I turn around and lock eyes with Ian again, except this time, he has his cock out and is stroking himself. Now the want in my panties became an urgent need. I need to feel all of him inside of me and soon, or I might burst.

Ian slowly beckons his fingers and I try not to rush over. Instead, I drag one foot behind the other and stand in front of him. I steady myself on his shoulders as he softly kisses my tummy and grabs two fistfuls of my ass. “Turn around,” he orders and I oblige.

He moves my thong to the side and repositions himself, before pulling me onto his lap and sinking down on his cock. I whimper as he kisses my neck and squeezes my breasts. I’m feeling all of him and I’m still not accustomed to it. I doubt I ever will be.

“Watch us, angel.” He nibbles on my ear.

I open my eyes and see us together on the chair. Ian’s cock is buried deep within me and I can’t take my eyes off it, off us. As Ian guides me up and down, I watch in awe as Ian’s cock appears and disappears with each thrust.

I gasp and shriek; my breath stolen in some moments, while I’m fully panting in others. My sex is suckling and quivering around his thick length; hungry and greedy for all of it, and wanting more.

We made love slow at first, and then built up to an intense tempo, compounded by our love for each other and Jodeci in the background. Our lips repeatedly met, moaning into each other’s mouths. Our bodies fit together perfectly, coming together as one.

My breathing became shallow as the orgasm approached me. My skin was hot, my heart felt heavy, and my mind…my mind was in another place. I’d never experienced a love like this before and I struggle to think what my life was like before Ian.

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“Nick, wait,” I call over to him and take him a secluded area in the bar. “Um, this might be the most inopportune time to ask about this but Ian mentioned you might be an expert on BDSM?”

Nick gives me a polite smile like he’s humoring my childish ass. “What is it that you want to know?”

Um, everything? “Just the basics. Like if there’s a guide or a book you could direct me to, that’ll be great. I mean, I’ve read the books and saw the movie so I have an idea on what it’s about.”

“You have no clue,” he states with an authoritative tone. Nick pulls out a business card and hands it over to me. It’s smooth and expensive, just like him. “If you’re serious, call me. Take care, Domi.”



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I’m almost tempted to ask him exactly how wealthy the Fergusons are. Actually, to hell with temptation. I’ll just go ahead and ask. “How rich is your family, baby?”

“Short answer, I don’t know.” He casually replies. “Long answer, I can’t even fathom how much we have.”

It’s an honest answer and I have to be content with it. They own so many properties all over the world, Ian’s probably right that he doesn’t know. I don’t know why I care so much about his money. I never cared about this before.

Then again, we never had an issue of a prenup prenup.

“So, is this mine to keep? Forever? Forever ever? Forever ever?” I not-so patiently ask.

Ian’s eyes narrow at mine. “Outkast…”

“It’s a reference to Outk…” I suddenly stop as I realized Ian knows who I’m talking about for once. “What you know about Outkast?”

“Not much.” He admits. “I just remember that one video they did with that one gorgeous woman and I damn near lost my mind.”

I search my brain for an idea. “The Way You Move?”

“I think that’s the one. All I remember she wore a bikini and heels and I was like, ‘That should be the standard for any woman.’”

I chuckle. “You’re such a misogynist.”

“No, not really. I’m honest.” He replies. “Her body type made me realize I like my women…” His eyes slowly undress me. “…thick.”

I audibly sigh to keep the temperature from reaching a boiling point. “You’re going to make me blow you in this car.”

“I most certainly hope so,” he grins.



Ian has great taste in women…

Bad and Bougie will be out on June 23rd.

#SundaySnippet: Bad and Bougie (Feeling Some Type of Way II)


Now is the biggest test – actually sucking him off. I clearly can’t get all of him inside my mouth at this moment and I’m not about to attempt. But I want to see how far I can go and if I could make him come.

I kiss the mushroom tip and taste his essence that spilled out. Salty and unique. I’ve never tasted come before so I don’t know what to expect. I would definitely say it’s an acquired taste. I can see why all those porn stars spit that shit out.

I open wide and clasped my mouth around the head as I lower myself down. I try to remember the notes Adrienne gave me. I try to remember how Vanessa Del Rio did it when I watched her videos.

I take another inch inside and to my surprise, I think I’m getting the hang of it. I’m actually enjoying this. I feel Ian’s eyes on me but I’m afraid to look up because again, I’m trying to remember all 50-11 things running through my head and seeing him might break my concentration.

Is he enjoying this? How long am I supposed to do this? Am I playing with his balls enough?

No biting. No teeth unless I know for sure what I’m doing. Slow suction. Hard and fast at moments. Use hands if I get tired. Use my tongue if my mouth gets tired.

Too many fucking things to remember just to suck dick!



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I look up and lock eyes with Ian.

I freeze for a split second as we read each other. He’s holding tumbler full of brown liquid. He’s still fully dressed but gone was the quiet anger from before. Instead, his lips have a smirk to them. His eyes sparkle like if he’s happy to see me.

He doesn’t say a word; he just sits down at the sofa across from me. He wants to watch me. I’m the distraction he needs and I’m glad to be that for him.

I find the resolve to continue my impromptu dance and climb back onto the pole. I slowly kick my legs as if I’m riding a bicycle before I bend over and twirl around, only the strength of my thighs keeping me from falling.

I slowly slide to the bottom head first, almost reaching the floor but never touching it. I grab the pole with both hands and spread my legs apart, closing them like a fan and re-opening them. I hold one leg to my face and twirl around to face Ian, once again locking eyes with him. It’s an invitation to him to do whatever he wants to me tonight or forever, for that matter.

I ease myself down onto the floor. It’s a bit cold yet my body quickly warms it up. Ian’s eyes are still on mine and I move my body against the floor, circling it with my body, desperate to feel his touch all over me.

Ian finishes his drink and slouches back on the sofa. He approvingly nods and is still silent. He slowly moves two fingers towards him, beckoning me to stop dancing and I’m happy to oblige.

Keeping my eyes on Ian, I crawl to him. It’s a sign of submission and respect. I’m telling him for tonight, he’s in control. My body, his command. Whatever he wants and however he wants it, I’m willing to do. It’s something we both understand and respect without saying a word.

When I reach him, I undo his dress pants and his hardened shaft jumps out at me. I slowly ease myself up and he helps me. Ian reaches up my cocktail dress and pulls down my panties and I step out of them. He hoists my dress around my waist and pulls me down on his lap.

Our lips slowly kiss each other. Deliberate. Methodical. Intense. It’s not just sex between us now and we both know it. We’re exchanging energy. I’m taking away his pain and frustration. In return, he’s giving me nothing but pleasure and love.

I’m already aroused when I ease myself down on him. I gasp at the thickness and wonder if I could really take all of him. Ian kisses my neck and caresses my back as I pulsate around him. He knows this is new for me, for us, and he’s willing to be a patient teacher.


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I walked over to him, and he helped me into the warm bath. I recognized the smell of patchouli and jasmine in the milk bath. Ian grabbed a large sponge and began to bathe me, spreading the sponge all of my body. He went between my thighs and gently washed my sex before he squeezed the sponge around my breasts and shoulders.

I closed my eyes and rested my head against the super soft bath pillow. For the first time in a long while, I was at ease. I didn’t have to question what Ian really thought of me or if I was just entertaining a stupid crush. I felt his eyes on me as he continued to bathe me. I wonder what his thoughts were, if he felt the same, and if he was ready to become my teacher in life.

My partner in love and forever.

“How are you feeling, baby?” He asked.

My eyes opened and met Ian’s. A look of sexy confidence swept across his face as his eyes smiled at me. He definitely felt the same. “I feel wonderful,” my voice was barely a whisper.

“I’m glad to hear that,” he stood up and shook off his dripping hand. Before my eyes, he stripped bare in front of me.

For the first time, I got to see Ian in his glory. Beautiful was an understatement. His tawny skin was ripped but not too muscular. His washboard abs led to delicious hip dents. His legs were strong and muscular.

His dick was long, cinnamon-colored, and perfect. It was mouth-watering beautiful and I wouldn’t normally say that about a man’s dick. His dick looked like it could touch my soul, send me to God, and then pull me right back down to earth once it was out of me.

Ian’s dick deserved a certificate of achievement or participation or some shit. He was no starter dick, I’ll tell you that much. I needed to have pro-level certification.

And I was ready to munch, crunch, slob, lick, spit…you name it!

I kept my composure. I was excited to see him but Ian was daunting. A man much older than me with a baseball bat between his legs and experience on his side? I don’t know if I’m able to handle it.

Somehow, I think Ian is going to teach me.

He moved to the tub and got in with me. “Come here,” he directed.

I moved over to Ian and sat in front of him. He wrapped his legs and arms around my body as he nibbled on my left ear. His hands reached up and massaged my breasts, slightly pinching the nipples as he continued.

“It’s going to be a long lesson. I want to explore everything with you. I want to introduce you to new and wild things.” He firmly squeezed my breasts and kissed my earlobe, nuzzling his soft beard against my neck. “I want to experience all three of your holes.”

I never had a man talk dirty to me, but Jesus, that was super hot. I felt more aroused than ever.

“I want to give you your first orgasm and every one after that.” I felt one of his hands travel down to my sex. He caressed the soft pubic hair before walking his fingers down to my slick folds. I willingly parted my thighs for him and he wasted no time. He began worshiping my pink pearl, his fingers slithering across it.

I gasped as I naturally began to ride his fingers. He had the fingers of a god. They were long and skillful, knowing when to pinch, caress, and massage me. They traveled down to my opening before climbing back up to my pearl, where the relentless pleasure continued.

Heat formed in my belly and I panted to release the building tension. No, I can’t come yet. We barely just got started. My first orgasm can’t come this quickly!

“Domi,” Ian moaned in my ear, “I want my write my name all over your yoni.”

Okay, that did it. “Ian, fuck!” The orgasm hit me like a Mack truck and left me convulsing. It was my first orgasm but I’m sure it broke records all over the world for the fastest.

He withdrew his fingers and wrapped his arms around me tight. Gosh, I’m so embarrassed. I didn’t think I would scream like that and Ian probably thought I was some rabid animal.

I covered my mouth and shook my head. Next time I orgasm, I’ll keep silent and contained. I won’t be so loud and vulgar. “I’m sorry for that,” I apologized to him, “I didn’t mean to act like that.”

“Why are you apologizing?” He asked me. “I thought it was beautiful.”

Beautiful? Me coming hard and uncontrollably like that? “What?” I turned to face him. “You didn’t think it was too much?”

“Domi, I want to see how many other reactions I can pull out of you.” He smiled. “That was only the beginning.”


Indeed it was.

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Ian quickly removes his lounge pants and his hardened, thick shaft juts out at attention. My mouth waters just upon the sight of it and as daunting his size is, I really can’t wait to get my mouth around it. 

He pulls me closer to the edge of the table and spreads my legs apart. He softly bites the inside of my thighs before he kisses them. His morning stubble gently scrapes against my thighs and I feel heat swell inside of me. A free hand softly massages my sex as if he petted a cat, and technically he did.

“Hold onto the table,” he instructs and he didn’t have to say it twice. I grip the table as his tongue does a quick swipe against my sex and I softly moan before he dives in. His tongue is flat and wide at some moments, and long and pointy at the others. He finds my swollen pearl and gently sucks on it before it bounces against his tongue and Lord, I just about had an exorcism on the damn table.

Breathy moans leave my lips as Ian’s tongue flickered up and down. He reached up and cupped my breasts as his tongue worked its magic. I instantly became wetter and my hips softly rose up to meet his tongue, seeking him more and more.

He lifted one of my legs and rested it on his shoulder as he continued. A free hand explored the rest of my body, caressing my tummy, tweaking my nipples, and tracing my sex with an index finger. The heat inside of me became a small fire. I moaned as my thighs began to tremble and I’m about to lose it on the table.

The windows are open and there’s a nice breeze coming in from the balcony. I’m pretty sure the neighbors can once again hear me and are probably thinking, ‘Oh, that bitch again?’ I’m pretty sure I don’t give a damn.

I probably wouldn’t care, neither.

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I finish the rest of my plate and clear the table. “I need to hurry and get ready. Adrienne should be here to pick me up within an hour and she’s a stickler for being on time. The only black person who doesn’t abide by CP time.”

Ian follows me to the kitchen. “CP time?”

“Yeah, it’s…” I pause and wonder if this was something I really wanted to explain to my white British boyfriend. “Um, it stands for Colored People’s Time.” Ian raises both eyebrows and I feel my ancestors giving me all sorts of side eyes. “It’s a black thing, you wouldn’t understand.”

“Got it,” He drops the subject and Lord, I am thankful. He stands behind me as I lazily rinse off the plates. He steps closer to me and I feel his toned body press against mine. His hands circle over my nipples and softly pinch them through the fabric. He places a series of hot kisses along my neck as his hands travel down to my boy shorts and he slips a hand inside my panties.

A warm sensation shoots up my thighs and pools at the vee of my sex. Breathy moans come out in spurts from my throat. My legs magically part like they’re under hypnosis and Ian’s fingers were the trick.

His hand cups my sex and he softly moans against my neck. “I’m going to fuck your brains out,” he promises me.

Fuck. That is so damn hot and my brain is yelling at me, screaming, ‘Bitch, why are you still dressed?’


Bad and Bougie. Feeling Some Type of Way II. June 2017.

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“So,” he played with my fingertips with his, “did you want to go back inside and try again?”

I hoped this time around was more pleasurable than last night but I also didn’t want to go through that ever again. “I’m nervous,” I admitted, “last night was quite painful.”

He nodded. “I know but the more you do it, the easier it’ll become,” he smiled at me, “we need you to become more comfortable with your body and everything it can do. I’m sure you know it pretty well already with practice.”

“Practice?” My eyes narrowed at him. I hope he doesn’t mean if I…? “Playing with myself?”

Ian simply blinked at me as if I asked a question with an obvious answer. “Yes.” He read my face to look for confirmation but all he received was confusion. “You’ve never masturbated?”

“No, never.” I admitted. I don’t know why the thought makes me ashamed. I’m sure there are a lot of women who’ve never masturbate at all and they have happy sex lives. I’m also pretty sure the same people still use VCRs.

“You should. You’ll get to know your body very well.” Ian replied. “You’ll find out what you like and don’t.”

The thought of fingering myself didn’t sound appeasing to me. Nor did sticking some foreign apparatus in me. “Okay.”

I felt Ian’s glare as I became lost into my thoughts. He wasn’t convinced I wouldn’t do the homework he’d assigned. The look on his face was hard to read. He was either frustrated or…determined.

“Come inside.” He got up and went back to his bedroom, only to reappear a short time later. I followed him inside and stayed put in the living room. He had some large device in his hand I would later discover was the Hitachi. “Come here and take off your jeans,” he ordered me.

I did just that and walked up to Ian. He hoisted me up on the counter. He reached up and pulled down my panties, tossing them aside. His eyes had a devilish twinkle in them as if he knew he was up to no good and wanted me to come along for the ride. Somehow, I didn’t think I would mind riding shotgun (his).

He kissed me, sweeping his lips across mine before he softly played with my tongue. “Spread your legs,” he commanded and I complied. “Look at me.”

I held his gaze. His blue eyes were intense, his nostrils were slightly flared, and an erotic current flowed between us. I had a feeling he didn’t want me to look anywhere else and I wasn’t about to disobey him. It was so hot.

He turned on the Hitachi and placed it on my sex and I immediately yelped. “Take it,” he softly spoke. “Keep your eyes open and focused on mine.”

I nodded and bit my lip as the pleasure coursed through my body. He dragged the vibrator against my opening and held it there. It was intense. It was wild. It was everything.

He turned the vibrator onto a higher speed and I moaned, calling out his name as I wrapped my arms around his neck. I obeyed him; I didn’t remove my eyes from his. I felt every emotion and energy exchange between us like never before. He took me to a higher plane, to something unknown and erotic.

My sex fluttered on the first taste of climax. “Ian…” My voice came out light and wispy. “I’m about to come.”

“I know,” his authoritative voice drove me wild with lust, “I want to see how many times you’re going to.” He increased the speed again and I shrieked with a muffled cry as the orgasm washed over my body. “Good. That’s one.”

His lips crushed mine as he closed the distance between us. My sex thumped against the Hitachi and I squirmed on his counter. His lips trailed down to my neck and gently sucked on it while my arms wrapped around his neck. “Ian…Ian…” My legs uncontrollably shook and it felt like I had no control of anything anymore.

It was part of Ian’s game. He wanted to be in absolute control, a silent power exchange that only needed to be understood and not spoken aloud. I couldn’t get enough of it.

“Seeing you come is so beautiful,” Ian moaned against my ear, “you don’t know what it does to me to see you in such pleasure created by me.”

Coherent sentences simply couldn’t come out of me. I felt the heat rise in my belly. I trembled, heavily breathed, and squirmed on the counter. I was actually trying not to come again but my body betrayed me.

The orgasm ripped through my body like a current and this time I screamed out Ian’s name. Sweat formed on my body and my legs finally stopped buckling. It was so good and we were finally done.

That’s what I thought until I felt Ian turned the vibrator onto the highest setting. Apparently, we weren’t done. Not by a long shot.

“I don’t think I can come anymore,” I breathed against him.

“Yes, you can and you will.” He growled against my ear. “I want to see you fall apart against me.”

Moans and grunts came out of my mouth in all forms of pitches and registers. I couldn’t even recognize the raspy, breathy, and desperate moans came out of me. Who was this person? Where did she come from?

Ian’s free hand squeezed my breasts, tweaking the nipples while the other hand steadily remained on the Hitachi. My sex moved in tandem of the vibrator, wanting more of it.

“I thought you said you didn’t like toys?” Ian teased me. Damn him.

“I…I…” The words could barely come out of my mouth. “I like…th-th-this one…”

I felt powerless as I repeatedly begged him, crying out his name. I never knew such pleasure from a simple toy, yet it was beyond my wildest dreams. It was a conundrum of sorts – I wanted the torture to end but I never wanted it stop at all.

On Ian’s kitchen counter, with his windows open, his neighbors heard me climax for the third time that morning.

I wrapped my arms around his neck so hard, I put him in a headlock. I shrieked and cried as the third orgasm crashed into my body like a giant wave. I was dizzy, breathless, and completely incoherent and bumbling. I’m sure I also drooled over Ian’s expensive shirt.

He picked me up and carried me back to bed and laid down next to me. He snuggled next to me as my head rested on his chest. I felt the soft thump of his heartbeat while his fingers threaded through my curls as sleep found me.

Ian was my everything. And I was his.


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