#TeaserTuesday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way #3)

Blurb: 

The famous rapper, Khia, always says to ‘Get Money, Bitch!’

Now I finally understand what she means.

As I become more engrossed into the Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless, traveling all over the world, laughing at quirky Friends references even though I have no idea what the hell they’re talking about, and introduced to how the one percent really lives, I’ll finally realize what it’s really like to be so rich, you downplay the wealth.

I also realize what it’s like to be so rich, you might forget who you are and where you come from.

I don’t want it all. Hell, I don’t even want the majority of it, though I wouldn’t mind having the latest Chanel clutch that is guaranteed to take me to the Promised Land. But I do want something that will ensure we’re on as even of a playing field as we could be.

And if Ian won’t give me that, I will have to walk away.

Nobody puts Domi in a corner.


Unedited Snippet: 

We walk to Saint Nick’s apartment. His apartment is the only door on the floor besides the emergency exit and I’m curious what’s behind Door #1.

“Are you ready, angel?” Sir asks me.

To be honest, I’m not sure how to answer that question. There’s only one way to find out. “Yes, Sir.”

Ian opens the door and we walk in. The sounds of Al B. Sure’s “Right Now” blasts in our ears but my body comes to a full whiplash cant and my face completely blanches when I see the stupendous sight in front of me.

Two nude black women are tied up and suspended in the air. Pink rope is tied around the one on the left in intricate designs and knots while the one on the right has purple rope in the same design. I would later find out the method used was called shibari.

“Greetings,” a booming voice appears and a short time later, I see Saint Nick who seemingly came out of nowhere. Or maybe he was in front of me all along and I paid more attention to the women above my head than the man standing on the floor and between them.

Nick is surprisingly dressed casual despite what I’m seeing above me. He’s wearing a white tank top and black lounge pants. He’s holding a riding crop and slowly stroking it. “I’m glad you’re able to come.”

My voice is gone. I can’t speak. Are those women okay? Are they in pain? Shoot, I don’t have a knife with me to cut them down if I have to. What in the hell is going on here? What did Ian bring me to?

Meanwhile, Nick’s eyes are piercing through my body. He’s not smiling, nor is he stiff. His stance is very relaxed and dare I say, he’s comfortable where he is. But it’s very clear what the expression across is face is saying to me:

Little girl, do not waste my time with your bullshit.

“Don’t be alarmed, Domi,” Nick reads my emotions, “they’re not in pain nor are they in danger.” With the riding crop, he points to one woman and caresses her body with it. “tesero is my wife, Zerrin.” He repeats the same motion to the other lady. “piccina is my longtime submissive, Whitney.”

Wait a minute….Saint Nick has two submissives? And Zerrin’s okay with sharing her man?

tesero is the only one I sleep with, in case you’re wondering.” Nick clarifies. Was this man a clairvoyant or something? “piccina is the one I get to do the things I can’t with tesero.”

My mind naturally asks, ‘Such as?’ but it occurred to me it truly isn’t my damn business.

Saint Nick walks closer to me and I step back into the brick wall of Ian. I’m trapped and my feet…my feet are cinder blocks. I’m legit terrified and Saint Nick isn’t looking so heavenly right now.

I’m staring dead at the goddamn devil and I’m going to hell with gasoline draws on. Fuck it, we all gotta go out one way or another. At least it’ll be warm where I’m going.

Nick doesn’t say a word to me. Instead, He holds out his hand for me to grab. I look back at Ian, who simply nods, and Nick leads me to the middle of the foyer. I’m standing underneath and between both women.

I want to run, but I also want to see what happens.

Then the weirdest feeling occurs. My arousal is almost at its peak. My breathing becomes sporadic and my skin is hot to the touch. This is actually turning me on.

Nick does a soft motion with His hands, suggesting I walk around and examine the ladies. I don’t hesitate and start walking around. I walk over to Zerrin, and notice her eyes are closed while her breathing is surprisingly steady.

She’s…relaxed?

I study her face and she’s at peace, almost in a meditative state. I look back at Saint Nick and He nods, giving me permission to touch her. I delicately touch the soft Japanese silk rope and in awe of it all.

I slowly walk over to Whitney and she’s grinning like a child. Her eyes are closed and her chest slowly rises up and down in a steady motion. She’s also in a peaceful state and dare I say, I’m feeling pretty jealous.

I walk between the women as Saint Nick approaches me with a blue rope. I swallow once. Twice. It’s now or never. I either dive head first into the abyss or I’ll never know how it could’ve been.

I quickly nod and I feel Ian pull my arms behind me as Nick rips off my clothing. He produces a knife and holds it to my eye level. Is He about to brand me? What’s going on?

I’m speechless but my head slowly nods. Yes, Master…yes, Saint Nick….I’m willing to do whatever You both ask me to.


 

Yes, LAWD.

Not About That Life will be out next week and available EVERYWHERE.

 

 

#FlashFriday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way III)

The famous rapper, Khia, always says to ‘Get Money, Bitch!’

Now I finally understand what she means.

As I become more engrossed into the Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless, traveling all over the world, laughing at quirky Friends references even though I have no idea what the hell they’re talking about, and introduced to how the one percent really lives, I’ll finally realize what it’s really like to be so rich, you downplay the wealth.

I also realize what it’s like to be so rich, you might forget who you are and where you come from.

I don’t want it all. Hell, I don’t even want the majority of it, though I wouldn’t mind having the latest Chanel clutch that is guaranteed to take me to the Promised Land. But I do want something that will ensure we’re on as even of a playing field as we could be.

And if Ian won’t give me that, I will have to walk away.

Nobody puts Domi in a corner.


 

Unedited Snippet

“Who was that?”

“That was Kwesi Agbo,” Michael explains to me. The look on my face told him I had no idea who the hell that was so he clarifies, “one of the sons of the world-famous Ghanaian Agbo dynasty. His mother is Queen Esi.”

“Okay…” I slowly speak. Channeling my inner Mariah Carey, I don’t know her.

“They’re one of the last royal families in Ghana. They’re worth billions.” Michael begins, “Kwesi always comes in to purchase jewelry for his mother.”

A man who loves his mother always has a small spot in my heart. “How lovely,” I reply.

“He’s also single,” Michael bats his eyelashes.

“She’s also engaged,” Adrienne reminds him.

“It’s funny how the heart might want something completely different than what the brain says it should?” Michael nonchalantly replies.

“Domi is engaged to one of the world’s wealthiest men, sis,” Adrienne reminds Michael, who shrugs, “she already has a billionaire.”

“But is she with a billionaire her age?” Michael points out. “Kwesi is 25, I believe.”

“He is?” My voice is a couple octaves higher than normal and I quickly correct it. “I mean, hey, that’s cool.”

“Ian has been good to her and why the hell are you trying to be a messy bitch and convince Domi otherwise?” Adrienne asks. “Isn’t Ian Frank’s boss?”

“I saw the way she acted around Kwesi.” Michael holds his ground. “The giggles, the bitten lips, and the sporadic breathing. Shit, I thought the bitch was about to orgasm in the damn store and I don’t have any more towels to clean up that mess.”

“Okay, fuck, you do know I’m still here, right?” I chime in and stand up for myself. Damn, that BDSM shit paid off in other ways.


 

A dark horse enters the race…

Not About That Life drops the week of August 15th.

#TeaserTuesday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way III)

Walking into the penthouse this time around is different. The air is thin. I’m a bit lightheaded but steady. My stomach is coiled up into tight knots and my legs are a bit wobbly.

Tonight, Ian wanted to practice on me. BDSM.

I’ll admit I don’t know squat about it other than what I’ve read in a few ebooks and the movie. What I do know is that when Ian tied my wrists behind my waist and fucked me from behind, I couldn’t get enough of it.

I guess a part of me liked feeling helpless as I begged him to not stop fucking me. A part of me loved relinquishing that control, exchanging the power, and submitting to him completely.

Hmm…maybe I am a submissive?

There’s not a question on whether I like it – he’s already tested the waters with spanking me and tying me up – now he wants to go further. Am I really ready for it? Can I handle it?

We just have to see. Find out on the next episode of Young, Loaded, and Kinky.

I don’t know why I’m scared. I guess it’s that weird feeling of the unknown. You want to take the first toe dip into the water to see how warm it is before you dive in. You want to see if your body can withstand the coldness of the water or it’ll be just too much.

That’s where I was – dipping my toe into a pool of the unknown.

I remove my shoes as I enter the foyer and am immediately greeted by the sounds of Teddy Pendergrass. I’m legit surprised Ian knows about him. Then again, this same man declared his love for Diary of a Mad Band so I can’t be too surprised by anything he does anymore.

I search for him, knowing he’s nearby. I don’t see him, but I feel him. I feel his energy, his presence, and his love. My eyes follow the trail of rose petals and candlelight to the open French doors leading to the wide and spacious balcony that overlooks Los Angeles.

I don’t think I can ever get used to this.

Ian slowly turns around and he’s still dressed in the same casual outfit from before. His eyes are softened to a sky blue and he pours a glass of champagne as I greet him. “Angel,” the word barely comes out as a whisper.

He wraps his arm around me and gives me a deep, bear hug. The type of hug that only your lover could give you. The type that says, ‘I’ll forever protect you and honor you.’ He looks down at me and just smiles as he mouths along to the lyrics. “You’re more beautiful than the Mona Lisa…”

I immediately take the glass and set it aside. I forcefully grab Ian by his neck and pull him down to my level. My lips are hungry for his and my tongue is anxious to play. I know he had romance in mind but sometimes a girl just needs to be fucked. And hard.

What Ian did for me tonight was just too beautiful and I’m ready to give him this work.


 

Not About That Life will be out the week of August 15th.

#FlashFriday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way III)

Blurb: 

The famous rapper, Khia, always says to ‘Get Money, Bitch!’

Now I finally understand what she means.

As I become more engrossed into the Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless, traveling all over the world, laughing at quirky Friends references even though I have no idea what the hell they’re talking about, and introduced to how the one percent really lives, I’ll finally realize what it’s really like to be so rich, you downplay the wealth.

I also realize what it’s like to be so rich, you might forget who you are and where you come from.

I don’t want it all. Hell, I don’t even want the majority of it, though I wouldn’t mind having the latest Chanel clutch that is guaranteed to take me to the Promised Land. But I do want something that will ensure we’re on as even of a playing field as we could be.

And if Ian won’t give me that, I will have to walk away.

Nobody puts Domi in a corner.


Unedited Snippet: 

“Does your family know you do this, Master?” I ask.

Nick shakes his head. “They don’t need to know. They know how private I am and they don’t ask questions unless they want to know.” He leans against the balcony. “It’s not a conversation piece to bring up at dinner parties.”

That brings out a slight chuckle in me. “I guess not, Master.”

He studies my face and I feel his eyes trail up and down my body. I wonder what he’s thinking. Is this young girl wasting his time when he could be with his hot wife inside? I’m sure there are papers he could be grading instead of humoring my young ass. “Why do you want to know about the Lifestyle?”

I feel silly saying it but it’s the honest to goodness truth. “Because of the books and the movie.”

Nick is silent and I hold his gaze. His face is emotionless and I wonder if this was a bad idea. I’ve heard people say what I’ve read isn’t anything like what actually happens but I have to know for myself.

“You might hate it,” Nick turns his attention back to the New York skyline and is silent for a brief moment. He then turns back to me and locks eyes with mine. “Or you just might love it.”

I feel the sensual current pass between us. I see why Master is so popular with the other submissives. Man, Zerrin’s a lucky bitch. “What are you going to teach me, Master?”

“Whatever you want to know,” he causally answers, “the basics, for sure. You need to understand this is a lifestyle. It’s not just about having kinky sex. It’s not just having multiple orgasms and being tied up. There are heavy mental gymnastics that go into BDSM that the mainstream doesn’t talk about it because it’s boring. Why would anyone care about a boot blacking session when they can read how I made my wife climax so hard one night she had to cancel classes the next day because she couldn’t walk.”

Nick said it so fluidly, I almost misheard. I’m hanging on by a thread as he just casually told me how bad he put it on Zerrin where she had to cancel an entire day of classes?

What. The. Fuck.

He pauses again and nurses his cognac. “Zerrin told me you were interested in watching us?”

I swallow. Hard.

My heart is racing and my stomach again bottoms out. I feel like I’m freefalling and I can’t stop. “Yes. She offered to show me how to deep throat, Master.”

Nick simply nods. “And what else?”

Come on, Domi…now’s not the time to be skurred. “I want to watch you two in action. If that’s okay, Master.”

“It’s fine,” his voice is flat and he’s so hard to read. I don’t know if I’m bothering him by all of these requests. “The more you learn hands-on, the better. I would prefer you learn that way.” He glances over to Ian, who is talking to Whitney and Zerrin. “What has he told you about his past?”

“Nothing, really,” I shake my head, “he doesn’t like talking about it for some reason.”

“Master Ian’s very private so he’s not going to do a lot of talking about what he does behind closed doors before he can figure out if the person he’s with is worth sharing that intimate detail,” Nick explains, “the fact you know this much about him shows how much he loves and trusts you.”


 

Not About That Life will be out the week of August 15th.

Sneak preview of the first few chapters are located here.

#TeaserTuesday: Not About That Life (Feeling Some Type of Way III)

It’s taken me forever to come up with a title.

But I think this title fully explains the direction of the third installment.

So, head over to wattpad to read the first three chapters. For FREEEEEEEEE.

You’re welcome.

I have to give a special shout-out to LaShana Avery and Alicia Fleming. Those two ladies are helping me do the ‘score’ of the book and setting the tone with the music choices. Each time I post a snippet with a song, it was one of their suggestions.

I’ll also ask for more reader suggestions as I get closer to completion.

Not About That Life will be out the week of August 15th.

In other news, War is delayed but it’s almost done. I won’t announce another release date in case I can’t make it (again). So, I’ll announce when it’ll drop. And it’s coming up very soon.

 

#SundaySnippet: Feeling Some Type of Way III

Blurb:

The famous rapper, Khia, always says to ‘Get Money, Bitch!’

Now I finally understand what she means.

As I become more engrossed into the Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless, traveling all over the world, laughing at quirky Friends references even though I have no idea what the hell they’re talking about, and introduced to how the one percent really lives, I’ll finally realize what it’s really like to be so rich, you downplay the wealth.

I also realize what it’s like to be so rich, you might forget who you are and where you come from.

I don’t want it all. Hell, I don’t even want the majority of it, though I wouldn’t mind having the latest Chanel clutch that is guaranteed to take me to the Promised Land. But I do want something that will ensure we’re on as even of a playing field as we could be.

And if Ian won’t give me that, I will have to walk away.

Nobody puts Domi in a corner.


Unedited snippet:

My body shudders as a sweep of emotion washes over me. The tears are in freefall mode and my eyes are burning with anger and humiliation. This isn’t supposed to happen this way. We’re supposed to officially announce our engagement tomorrow and now all of that has been shot to hell.

My feet are cinder blocks. I can’t move and I don’t want Ian near me. The silence is deafening and I finally look up to see if he’s still in the room.

His face is emotionless. His silence kills me. He just watches me break down in front of him and there’s not a trace of remorse on his face at all. His blue eyes turned into a deep cobalt color and I feel the intensity within them hitting my spine.

He softly blinks and I wonder if he’ll say anything, prove to me that I was wrong, that I was being immature as usual, that this was just an overblown argument and I’m making a big deal out of nothing once again.

Instead, all I receive is his silence.

My mind is tired. My body is weary. My heart is unbelievably shattered and I feel lost. I’m starting to believe he never cared at all. I was something he wanted to acquire and once he did, he became bored. There’s really nothing else left for me to do at this point.

With the strength I never knew I had, I hastily remove that giant engagement ring from my finger and walk over to him. “I can’t be with you if this is your home and I’m just an extended guest. I deserve better and so do you.” I softly kiss his lips one last time and I already feel the loss of him within me. “I’ll be back tomorrow for everything else.” I leave his penthouse one last time.

A few seconds later, I return, rush to him, and grab the ring out of his hands. “Oh, we’re still broken up but I’m keeping this.” Then I leave for good.


 

August 15th.

Also, I’m kinda stuck for a book title. I think I might have a contest for one. Something catchy, though. The best idea wins an ARC. Could be multiple winners.

#TeaserTuesday: Feeling Some Type of Way III

“You never tried masturbating?”

I felt his words in my core, the heat in my belly, and the intensity of his blue eyes as they focused on mine. I’m not ashamed I’d never done it; I’m sure a lot of women haven’t.

I grew up with the thought of doing so was unpure, nasty, and potentially harmful. Classy and educated women didn’t masturbate. Those who did would be out in the streets, jumping at anything that walked past them. I didn’t want to bring shame to my family or somehow destroy the Kimbrough name by doing so, so I’d never attempted.

It wasn’t that I wanted to. I read enough trashy e-books to get my fill there and very few of them had the heroine masturbating, so I thought women just didn’t do it. Those who did do it, were sex experts. I was definitely not that.

Ian was willing to teach me everything he knew and then some. I had no reason to be afraid and for some odd reason, I felt a bit empowered by his boldness. “No, I haven’t,” I quietly answered.

“I want you to,” his voice matched mine. “Now. In front of me.”

I swallowed. Twice. “Now?”

“You liked it when I did it to you, yes?” He asked. “I want to see what you look like when you give yourself that same pleasure.” He stands behind me and slowly unzips the gown. He pulls down my body, caressing it along the way and helps me step out of it.

Ian slowly removes the expensive La Perla thong but leaves the pantyhose and garter belt on me, along with the bra. I feel the coldness of the air conditioning on my heated sex, and my body responds. Desire races throughout my body like a maze, and unrelenting pleasure takes over. I look at him through the full-length mirror in our bedroom, and his intense eyes are fixated on mine.

He’s not just watching me; he’s studying my reaction, my every movement, and bidding his time on what he should do next. He wants me to become more open for him, more exposed and vulnerable. To be willing and eager for the experience, no matter how scary it could be.

We’ve played the roles since we’ve been a part of each other’s lives – he leads and I follow. Except now, he wants me to lead. He wants me to show him where it feels good. He wants me to show him how I give myself pleasure, how I make my toes curl, how I can myself scream out in orgasm.

Could I? Could I really do such an intimate act?

“You knew what you were doing, though.” I weakly reply.

The thought frightens me. It sounds silly to think I had no problem doing a pole dance in front of millions around the world. I share a bit of my world on Instagram every day. But the thought of masturbating…doing such a private act in front of my lover? I don’t know.

Ian kisses the back of my legs and I go weak as they softly buckle. He wraps his arms around my body to keep me from falling as he moves upward. He places two small kisses on each cheek before moving to the small of my back. His tongue traces up my spine and finally and the small of my neck, my weak spot.

“No, I didn’t,” he purrs in my ear, and softly nibbles on it. I close my eyes and lean back against him while his hands slither all over my body. “I didn’t know if you would like me playing with your pussy. I do, now.” He stops kissing my ear and my eyes open. I meet his eyes in the mirror staring back at us. His right hand travels to my sex and cups it, feeling the soft thumping against his palm. “What are you afraid of?”


 

The third installment will be out next month.

#FlashFriday: Feeling Some Type of Way III #newadult #romance #contemporary

“And…ohhhh…” Ian’s mouth formed a small O. He slowly turned to Nick, who had raised eyebrows and shook his head.

Zerrin, however, was a bit more vocal. “Mari’s gonna kick Scott’s ass!”

“I’m sorry,” I’m confused as ever, “can someone enlighten me what’s going on?”

Before anyone could answer, Scott walked up to the woman, gave her a deep embrace, and kissed her. I was taken aback by the kiss because Mariana is his girlfriend and I get the feeling they don’t really share. That kiss with Mystery Lady With the Nice Titties wasn’t platonic or just two old friends saying hi.

If I didn’t know any better, I would assume they were probably fucking.

Scott motions Nice Titties to a chair that’s directly in front of Mariana’s sex. He simply snaps his fingers and immediately the woman starts licking Mariana’s slit. Mariana gasps and softly moans while Scott massages her breasts.

I’m leant over as far as possible I can be without falling down and breaking my nose. I have no interest in being with another woman, nor do I have any interest in participating in a threesome.

But what I’m seeing in front of me right now is just so damn hot, I’m on fire. I feel my sex softly contract and thump against my moist panties. My breathing has become restricted and a bit shallow. I’m squeezing the life out of Ian’s knee as he softly caresses my back.

I’m feeling everything at once – happiness, horniness, amazement, disbelief, greediness – in abundance. I want to see more. I want to experience more.

“Oh God, yes!” Mariana cries out and I think I just came with her.

“You like what you’re seeing, angel?” Ian’s deep voice breaks me out of my concentration and for the first time, I’m rather pissed at him. Weird.

“Um, yeah,” I manage to lay back in my seat and he wraps his arms around me, “I’m fine.” I softly point to the demonstration and watch Nice Titties caress Mariana’s legs, “I don’t understand what’s going on here, though? You and Saint Nick seem shocked at it, Master.”

“The woman currently pleasuring Mari is Scott’s ex-girlfriend, Dove,” Ian softly nodded, “Mari hates Dove, and Dove is rather nonchalant.”

“Why does Mari hate Dove?” I ask. “Because she dated Scott?”

“Part of it. Dove represents everything Mari wishes she could be. The funny thing is she is actually everything Scott wants, she just doesn’t realize it yet.” Ian studies my face and I feel the intention of his words in the pit of my stomach.

I’ll admit being jealous over Sydney was stupid and silly but I couldn’t help it. Sydney was spirited and carefree, thought about the consequences later, and I could see why Ian was attracted to her.

I’m determined a new Domi will mean very little jealousy in the future. I’ll still get jealous but at least I’ll be smarter about it. Ian loves me and has proven that day in and day out.

I have no reason not to trust my man.

“This, however,” Ian motions back to the demonstration where I watch Mariana’s legs shake as Dove holds them up in the air, while she’s furiously licking her, “this is just Scott being messy.”

“I’m here for it,” Nick chimes in.


 

The third installment in the Feeling Some Type of Way series will be out later this summer.

 

#FlashFriday: Feeling Some Type of Way III

“I need to learn how to deep throat but I’m daunted by Ian’s size,” I begin, “each time I try to go deeper, I end up gagging.”

“You need to learn how to relax,” Zerrin’s voice was smooth as melted butter on a warm biscuit, “it’s not a race to the finish. It’s like eating a lollipop when you were little. You didn’t rush to finish it. You wanted to enjoy it as much as you could, right?”

She’s right. The difference is, however, I only dealt with Tootsie Pops. I never had to deal with one the size of a cucumber. “I guess I need to watch more porn and get an idea.”

“Porn helps,” Zerrin nods, “but I think watching another couple will also help you.” She softly blinks at me.

Is she…? Am I going to…? Oh shit… “Huh?”

“I need to ask Sir if it’s okay with Him, but I don’t see why He would turn down a teaching moment.” She softly smiles. “Would you and Ian be okay watching us?”

My mouth felt cottony and I swallowed a few times. Zerrin is the epitome of God Herself with her long braids, dark skin, and thick but toned body. Nick, with his Mediterranean devilish looks and muscular frame, would make any woman drop to her knees.

And I get to watch them fuck? Oh hell yeah! “I wouldn’t mind. I doubt Ian would, either.” I quietly reply though I’m totally marking the hell out inside.

“It’ll be intense,” she quietly poured the tea, “you might have to watch us a few times to get the idea of what it’s like being a submissive to a Dom. It’s nothing like you’ve read in the books and seen in the movies. There’s a lot of power exchange that has nothing to do with sex. In fact, sex is a very small part of it.”

It sounds intriguing, I’ll silently admit. It still sounds very daunting. “I get the feeling this wouldn’t be the first time Ian has participated in BDSM.”

Zerrin softly chuckles and places petite fours on small plates for us. “What has Ian told you about his past?”

I slightly shrug. “The generic. Many partners, threesomes, he’s dabbled in BDSM.”

Zerrin’s eyes sparkle with intrigue. “Dabbled, huh?”

My eyebrows rise. Oh? “He lied about his BDSM involvement?”

“This is probably not my place to say but I’m willing to take the punishment because I’m looking out for your best interest,” Zerrin hands me the plate of treats, “Ian’s considered one of the best Doms in the world, Dominique. If you want to get technical with it, he’ll be considered within the top five.”

If I wasn’t sitting down, I would’ve fell off any seat. The top five? Oh Em Gee.

It explains why Ian didn’t tell go into great detail about his sexual history. He probably didn’t want to scare me. To be honest, I might have been a bit intimidated but I think I would’ve gladly gone along for his hard and thick ride. When I am not horny?

So much I want to ask. So much I want to explore! I loved it when Ian tied my hands behind my back as he fucked me from behind. I loved it when he slapped my ass. I love he wants to teach me more things about my body.

I want him to pull my hair, lightly choke me, tie me up, spank me until my ass is nice and pink, and force-feed me his cock until I gag. I want him to take me to the brink of an orgasm, only to deny me of it because I need to be taught a lesson. I want to watch more couples. I want other couples to watch us.

Okay, I think I need to change my name from Domi to Horny because apparently, this is a new me.

As all of this is running through my mind, I politely take a bite of one of the petit fours and softly chew it as the chocolate cream melts in my mouth. “Oh, I see.”


 

Saint Nick returns…

The yet-to be titled third book in the Feeling Some Type of Way series will be out in a few weeks. It’ll be available everywhere.

#FlashFriday: Feeling Some Type of Way III

Okay, for real, this will be the last book in the series. I honestly wasn’t planning to write book 2 and I didn’t think I was going to write book 3 but here we are, LOL.

This book, just like the first, will be available everywhere.


 

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“I’m just like…” I sigh. This is going to be the start of a forever argument between us and I just hope the Lord grants me the serenity to accept stupid. “…why must you people always come into black culture, take what you like, and then put your own spin on it? Like why must you Elvis Presley-Pat Boone-New Kids On the Block-Justin Timberlake-Miley Cyrus it up?”

Ian curiously blinks at me and I can’t tell if he’s annoyed or amused. I especially hate how his blue eyes are staring into my soul, silently asking me to remove my panties so he could lick me otherwise. Is he actually thinking that? Probably not. But I’ll think it for him.

“So, you don’t want me to serve the oxtail in a canapé?” He softly blinks.

We both know I have no idea what a canapé is but mama didn’t raise no punk. “I’m just saying if you’re going to serve soul food at Sentiment, the patrons need to know it’s soul food. Emphasis on the soul.”

Ian scoops a little of the oxtail onto the canapé and puts it on a small dish. “Try it,” he dares.

I’m hungry. I’m always hungry but I’m starving right now and that oxtail smells hella good. They smell like an 850 credit score and clean mountain air. My stomach rumbles with anger, wondering what in the blue hell is taking me so damn long, and my legs are about to give up and walk over to Ian their damn selves if I don’t move.

Reluctantly, I walk over and grab the plate. Damn, my knees buckle and my mouth waters. My stomach is about to jump out of my body and start force-feeding me if I don’t do something quick.

Before I take a bite, I examine the plate closely. I’m doing this just to be dramatical but I have to pretend I’m serious, even though I’m about to start licking the plate. The gravy looks like perfection. The garlic, onions, and chile pepper are tickling my nose. And that beef? Father God! I’m about to go HAM on this shit.

Ian can’t know that, however. With a calm and collected demeanor on the outside, I give him a polite grin and take the canopy or whatever the hell it’s called, and take a bite out of it.

I done died and went to heaven.

Mouth-watering, praise-break dancing, ten thousand orgasming, flavor in my freakin’ mouth and I’m about to stop eating so I can blow my man in the middle of our kitchen. He got it perfect and I feel my ancestors actually standing up and clapping.

Instead, I just slightly nod. “It’s good, baby.” Don’t lick the plate, Domi. I repeat: you will not lick the plate. “You did a good job.”

Ian slightly grins at me, though I think it’s a smirk. He got my black ass. “Did you want another? I made plenty.”

My stomach is about to knock me the hell out if I don’t accept. “Um, sure.”

“Just one thing,” Ian puts the craps on bigger plate and holds it. “Repeat after me, okay?”

“Um, okay?” I shrug.

“I’m sorry, baby, that I accused you of cultural appropriation but I promise you I’ll give you the best blow job ever to make up for it.” Now Ian’s soft grin is now a full-blown smirk and he’s dead serious. Big dick bastard.

I sigh and fold my arms. “Can I just give you the blow job later and avoid saying all of that? I’m hungry.”


It’ll be out sometime this summer. I’ll announce a release date as the book nears completion.