"Umm. no..ummm… that's not what I came for Rahim."
"All I got here for you is some dick officer. Unless you want me to devour this pussy again. He licked his lips and stepped closer to her. Rahim didn't care for assaulting her because he took his hand and shoved it against her pussy. She was wearing a pencil skirt which Rahim knew she wore it purposely.
"Please. Don't do…"
"Don't do what? Don't wet your panties because them mothafuckas are soaking wet." He took his finger and stuck it into her pussy. She was tight and wet and both surprised him because of her husband at home. Since the day she had come, Mr. Kingly ran a full background on her and had everything down from her husband's occupation to where her grandmother got her hair done.
"Ummmmmmm." Hannah released a sensual moan. She closed her eyes to savor the moment. Her mind told her to pull his hand from between her legs, but her body reaction couldn't decline his touch.
"Just let me fuck yo Hannah." he breathe into her ear. Her eyes shot open when he called her by her name but it didn't surprise her because he was too damn sharp. "Let me stick every inch of this dick inside of you. Let me fuck you until you’re satisfied. I can tell by your walk you not being fucked properly." Rahim continued mentally fucking her as he lifted her skirt.
In one swift motion he lifted Hannah off her feet and onto the bed.
"Close your eyes and put your hands behind your back."
Hannah closed her eyes and she could feel the energy of Rahim walking away. He was back within moments and again she could feel his presence near. He took her hands one by oneand the sound of clamps made Hannah open her eyes. When she tried to move, she noticed her hands had been restrained. Rahim then stood in front of her waving a small handcuff key with a grin.
"Roles have reversed. You're under arrest for making me beg for this pussy." Rahim slid his hand around Hannah's neck and kissed into her neck. With his free hand, he removed the towel he wore letting it fall to the floor. Because Hannah's hands were cuffed, Rahim began stroking his own manhood. Her eyes pleaded to be fucked as she bit into her lip. Rahim literally stepped into her pussy and teased her lips with his tip. She wanted so badly to grab it, and this only teased her more.
Feeling Rahim's dick trying to ease its way inside made Hannah drop her head back and anticipate the ride. He wasn't lying. She needed to get fucked and fucked properly. She knew after seeing Rahim's dick that she wouldn't be able to fuck her husband any time soon. It was a possibility he would know someone had been tampering with her cat. Angelo wasn't that small but he damn sure wasn't as big as Rahim. Already Rahim was busting her pussy open wide and with each stroke she felt it. Hannah wasted no time moaning and groaning loudly while Rahim didn't let up from her neck. He tried hard to study her but what was there really to study? She was married and a damn cop. A cop that needed to be fucked and he was doing just that.
"So, is this what you do to everyone you arrest?" Hannah asked seductively, catching Rahim off guard. When he realized she meant them switch roles he smiled.
"Hell yeah. I fuck the shit out of them and throw them into a cell."
"Kinda like you're doing me?"
"Exactly like I'm doing you. Only difference is, I may give you a bond so I can have this pussy regularly." Again, he smiled then began to pulverize her pussy. This was no challenge for Rahim. He did everything from role play to bondage and discipline sex.
Rahim took his craft seriously. He dug into so many different nationalities of women; nothing really surprised him. They dress in sexy costumes but his favorite was the whips and chains that were permanently installed inside of his room. To hear women beg for mercy while enjoying it, kept his dick hard enough for an entire night of pleasure. Kinda like now. Just knowing Hannah was a cop, made he wanna jump into her skin while fucking her. It was a thrill that filled his ego but of course he's a Kingly.
7
TASIM
Sticking his head into the room where Shy entertained, Tasim couldn't help but watch his sister as she followed her dad’s instructions. Tasim shook his head because not only did she look focused, she enjoyed what was to come. Tasim wished like hell one day she'd meet one of the men, fall in love and go on with her life. He didn't care that this business was a legacy, his little sister could have been much more in life then a damn seductive throat lasher. He hated this for her but it's like she was transfixed with the Kingly demise.
Tasim stood frozen in the doorway; his eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before him. His sister had transformed into a seductress, her hips swaying rhythmically to the music as she danced for the man seated on the couch. The man's gaze wasdrawn to Shy as if her movements were hypnotic. He could tell they had been at it for a moment because the man was covered in sweat and he looked like he was ready to beg her to be his wife. As the dance reached its crescendo, Shy's expression shifted, her eyes locking onto the man with an intensity that made him fan himself.
Shy then reached behind herself and pulled out a knife that blade glinted in the dim light. The man's eyes widened in horror as she leaned in close and sliced across the man's throat. Right on cue, the music stopped and the room fell silent. The only sound was the man's labored breathing as he clutched at his neck, his eyes wide with shock and fear. Shy stood over him, her chest heaving with exertion, the knife still clutched in her hand. She was in a complete daze with a slick smile plastered on her face. When she finally looked over, she gave Tasim a wicked smile that showcased satisfaction. Tasim gave her a single head nod then closed the door. After what he had just witnessed, he wasn't gonna bother talking her ear off about Norah. Right now, her plate was full so he'd catch her at another time.
Tasim took the elevator up to his father’s office so he could begin badgering him with questions. It had been another week and still no sign of Norah. When he walked inside the room, his father looked over from the monitor and smiled. Again, he was proud of what his daughter had just done and it disgusted Tasim. He wasn't sure why the sudden change because this had been going on for years. Maybe he was out growing the Dynasty or maybe it was love he yearned for. Just as Kasim, Tasim was beginning to want no parts. He had always done his own thing but he did use his magic touch to seduce women and collect his money. Tasim knew he was being used as a pawn in his father’s game of chest, but the money was sweet. His father always told them in order to be successful they had to work forwhat they wanted which was what they were doing behind closed doors.
"Damn, you just ain't got no life. All yo ass do is monitor those damn cameras waiting on your next victim."
"Well give me something better to do. Something that will put money into my bank accounts."
"That's all it's about with you. Go get you some pussy. Look at you, you ain't even had no sleep."
"I slept."
"What 8 minutes."
"Don't worry bout me boy. Won't you be like your sister and get the job done."
"I got the job done."
"Shit looks like the job done you. Now how can I help you?"