Behind Every Boss There's a Bae

  Delighted, Sinister asked her to give him two hours and told her he would text her his address in Harbortown off of Jefferson. Once off the phone Sinister beat it out the club and headed home to get ready for his date. Beany hung up the phone and snickered to herself as she reminisced about the night at the club. Thinking about his girth and the feeling of his rod, she shuddered and started getting ready for her date with Sinister.

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  Thinking something casual but cute would suffice, she put on her black mini dress and black stiletto sandals. She wore her hair pulled straight so it really showed its length, beat her face and through on her fashionable glasses. Once on her way she fought with herself wondering was this the right thing to do. “What am I doing?” she questioned. She heard a voice in her head say, “Girl chill out, there you go with your shit again! Have some fun!” Pulling up in front of his condo she looked as he directed her where to park, pulling up in the spot she did a once over to make sure her makeup was still flawless. Telling herself to calm down she took a deep breath. “Why am I here?” she questioned herself again. A voice said, “This could be your chance to live lavish, look at this fucking condo, wrap this nigga around your finger and have him eating out of your hands. Look, I’m gonna go in here and have a good time and fuck the shit out this nigga!” Beany laughed. Stepping out of the car, she took a deep breath and walked up to the door. Sinister hurriedly opened the door and greeted her with his sexy smile, “Hey Babe!” He greeted. Caressing her with his eyes, he tried to stay calm and not show his nervous energy. Sinister had on True Religion baggy jeans with a white wife-beater and some brand new fresh white Air Force Ones. His hair was cut to perfection, his chocolate skin looked lickable. You could see his wash board stomach through the thin material as his muscular arms hung loosely and carefree. His smile kissed her eyes as he let her in the door, he reached for a hug in which she returned but it was stiff and cold. Sinister blew it off because he was just happy she was there. “Is this your coat closet?” she asked. “Yes.” He answered. She opened the door and hung her purse inside, after shutting the door she looked out to the living room and it was beautiful, candles were lite everywhere, soft music played, cut flowers adorned the tables and the food smelled wonderful. Relaxing a little, she followed Sinister out to the patio that was just as beautiful, he directed her where to sit and told her “Dinner is served” as he gazed at her. Sinister tried to make conversation, but she just smiled and continued to eat. He was so mesmerized with her beauty he gazed over every inch of her, her silky black hair, long lashes, full lips, sleek neck, flawless skin, he couldn’t wait to touch her. Once dinner was over he took her to a swing chair that sat on his patio. He offered her something to drink but she declined. Sinister started to anger a little because she seemed prohibited and shut off. He was going to drug her again to assure he would get to sex her again, but she wouldn’t drink or smoke. If he would have known she was going to pull this, he would have put it in her food. Once on the swing, he pulled her to him but she distanced herself by moving to a chair. Irritated with her stand offish ways he questioned, “Why are you acting as though I bite? If I wasn’t looking right at you I would swear you were someone else!”

  “I’m just enjoying my surrounding, you have a very nice condo, its very peaceful out here!” she responded.

  “You don’t think you would be more comfortable over here?” He flirted. She shyly looked up and smile but stayed put. Sinister excused himself, her distance was starting to get on his nerve, he needed her warmth, attention and connection, that feeling of rejection was stirring in him so he stepped away trying to keep his composure. She rubbed the back of her neck as she started to feel one of her headaches coming on, she wrestled with her decision to have dinner with Sinister after all the grief he caused her mother. Having a conversation with herself, “I can’t do this! This nigga killed my mother!” Rubbing her temple she continued her inner conversation, “I knew your ass couldn’t just chill out and go with the flow, Fuck it! I got this!”

  Standing with his hands pressed on the kitchen sink with his head down, he felt Beany’s arms slowly wrapping around his waist, unbuckled his pants and slid her hands down inside his pants and started stroking his dick. Enjoying the feel of her soft hands, he turned to take over, Beany grabbed his hand and lead him back outside to the patio. Letting his pants fall to the ground, he stepped out of them and proceeded to remove his shoes, but Beany stopped him, she commanded, “Leave them on!” Sinister kicked his pants to the side but left his white Air Force Ones on, she pulled his wife beater over his head while she kissed, licked and sucked his chest, but left it on. Beany backed away to get a good look at this warrior before her. She marveled at his beauty, his dick was stiff and stuck out like a weapon. Beany untied the top of her dress at the back of the neck and let it fall. Sinister sucked his breath as he took in her very essence with his eyes. The thought of feeling her silky inside caused his dick to vibrant. Sinister moved to take over but Beany stuck her arms out to stop him. She walked up to him slid her hands down his chest to his stomach, down to the curliness of his pubic hair, played with his dick as she lifted it to softly caress his nuts. Sinister moaned and reached to touch her but she smacked his hand away and spoke softly but firm, “You are not allowed to touch me until I say you can.” Walking around the back of him, she rubbed his head down to his shoulders and placed soft kisses all over his ass and licked his crack, he shuddered. Reaching around the front, she grabbed his dick and stroked it slowly. She took her hand and pushed him forward into a bend and spread his legs open and demanded his submission. Sinister was so turned on by her aggressiveness he submitted to her every whim. Beany stroked him long and slow continued to kiss and lick his ass, Sinister knees buckled. Beany went around the front of him dropped to her knees and licked the length of his dick and made sure to give his nuts the same attention. Taking the tip and sliding her tongue on the head, she sucked and slurped and flicked her tongue. Sinister couldn’t take it anymore, he grabbed her hair in a ponytail and stroked her mouth like it was her pussy. Taking every inch of him Sinister lost control of his breathing, moans, and his mind. Sinister came so hard he felt light headed and collapsed in the chair behind him. Beany stared at him feeling accomplished, she slipped her dress back on, kissed him on his lips and left. Sinister tried to gather his senses to stop her but he was too wiped out to move. Beany got in her car, looked in the rear view mirror to wipe her mouth, and saw eyes of disappointment.

  Sinister finally gathered himself together, still shivering from the mind blowing head he just received and chuckled to himself thinking, “The last time a women punked me like that was when Money gave me my first lap dance.” Sinister picked up his phone and dialed Beany’s number, it went straight to voice mail. Feeling abandoned, he grimaced, “She is gonna have to fall in line, I am the man and she has to conform to me, she’s not allowed to leave and do as she pleases, she needs discipline!”

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  For the next two weeks Sinister was blowing up Beany’s phone but getting no answer. The more and more she ignored his calls the more and more he became obsessed. Sinister started stalking her without her knowledge. He sat down the street from her house, followed her to the gym, the mall, and clubs. He would dial her number, watch her look at her phone and sat it back down. Sinister was jealous to see Chucky and Kelso in and out of the house and receive warm greetings. He was so confused, one minute they would be all good. He loved her dominant sex play because she did all sorts of tantalizing things to his body that had him whimpering like a baby, and the next day she’d act like she didn’t even know a nigga. Sinister never met a woman that was so sexually expressive, dominant and aggressive in the bed room. It was as though she was two different people. That drove him crazy, it angered him and he vowed that when she was back in his presence she would surely pay.

  One night he watched her get out of Kelso’s Porsche. She kissed him on the cheek and grabbed her Jimmy Choo Riley tote.
Sinister assumed that they had been out to dinner. Beany was dressed in a soft pink pencil skirt that stopped at her calf and hung slightly off her waist, a silk halter, pink/silver Jimmy Choo open toe stilettos. Her hair parted on the side with a deep bang. Her body was adorned with diamond hoop earrings, a diamond cross that fell right between her breast and diamond bracelet. Sinister sucked in his breathe at the sight of her, his manhood reacted and his eyes watered from the animosity and anger he held deep in his heart. Feeling rejected, and ignored was a common feeling for him his whole life. He never felt whole, always empty and, as he glared at Beany, he knew she was the one that would fill that void. Sinister just wanted to feel important and relevant to someone, and it pained him that Beany treated him like he was insignificant. Sinister tried to rub the tension from his neck, take deep breathes and remain calm but his emotions got the best of him, “Fuck it! I’m tired of this shit!” h shouted. Parking his car, he jogged down to Beany’s house.

  Chrissy left her front door open enjoying the cool breeze that entered the house, she clicked on her CD player and out flowed the sultry sounds of Trey Songz’s, she swayed her body to the music thinking, “Trey could get it!” With her back to the door she bent down to slip her shoes off her feet as her front door was snatched open. Sinister stood there with blood shot eyes, remembering the last time he was in that house with Money. Chrissy screeched, “What da fuck!” Realizing it was Sinister she shook her head, “What are you doing here? We had this conversation before about you just coming by my house unannounced, what is your problem?”

  Sinister locked the screen door and closed the door. “I-I been calling you, why haven’t you been answering my calls? Sinister stuttered, regretting his actions.

  Chrissy folded her arms across her chest remembering what Kelso told her, she remained calm not to aggravate him. Taking a deep breath, “Sinister, I’m sorry, I’m just not feeling you like that, I-I mean you cool and all but….!

  Sinister cut her off, “What you mean not feeling me?!” He could feel his body getting hot and perspiration dripping down his back. “So you just playing games with me, am I a joke?” He stepped forward to close the gap between them, raising his voice, “What about the other night and the night at the club, I thought we connected. You never even gave me a chance. You come over to my house, fuck the shit out of me and leave. I’ve been calling you day after day, you won’t pick up the phone or return my phone calls.”

  “I never fucked you, what the fuck are you talking about? That’s it! It’s time for you to go!” She walked pass Sinister to open the door.

  He grabbed her by her arm and pushed her into the wall, “What kinda fucking game are you playing, one minute you acting distant, the next minute you sucking my dick, and then the next you acting like you don’t even know me!” He gritted his teeth and ripped her halter off and exposed her breast, “Im not a fucking toy and I don’t play games!”

  She pushed him, but her efforts were in vain. “GET OFF OF ME!” She screamed. Not succumbing to him pushed him over the edge. Sinister licked his lips at the sight of her breast, his dick hardened and the thought of being between her thighs was all he could think about. “You fucked with the wrong nigga! You a whore just like your mother and its time I treated you like one, just like I did her!”

  Her eyes stretch open at the mention of her mother. Her eyes teared and her throat got dry. Thoughts ran through her mind, the voice in her head reasoned, “Fighting fire with fire is not going to work right now so I might have to go alone for the ride, but this nigga is eventually gonna get his. O.K. I got this!” Sinister snatched her by her arm and drug her to the bedroom. Sinister threw her on the bed on her stomach, yanked his shirt off and unbuttoned his pants letting them drop to his knees to released his awakened manhood. “You’re going to fall in line Beany, all this fickle shit you pulling, Stops now! After tonight you belong to me! You hear me Bitch, NO MORE GAMES!” Beany moaned at his aggressiveness, she turned over and scooted to the top of the bed. Sinister stunned by Beany’s reaction to his tirade watched her seductively sit up and unbutton her skirt, lift her ass and remove it, leaving her shoes on. She tugged at her already ripped halter and snatched it the rest of the way off. She laid back down, spreading her legs, licked her fingers and played with her pussy. She hissed and she arched her back. Confused but captivated by her display, Sinister’s dick throbbed for attention. It stimulated her to have an audience, she reached under her pillow and retrieved her bullet, turning it on she allowed it to slid loosely over her clit, she grind her hips and whimpered. Bending her legs to her chest so Sinister could get a full view of her flower, she gazed at him with lust filled eyes, licked her lips seductively and squirmed in ecstasy while she played in her juices. Crawling down to the bottom of the bed where Sinister’s rod stood at attention, she started at his nuts, licking, sucking and flicking her tongue. She slid her tongue underneath his dick till she got to the head and Sinister felt his whole dick slide in her mouth. She started working on his dick. She spit on it, sucked it, fucked it, licked it and jacked him off but when she closed her throat around him and licked his nuts, Sinister screamed, “ARGGGH!” GOT DAMN MUTHA FUCK!” He was at her mercy, he wanted to stop her, take control but Beany wouldn’t even let him get his thoughts together. He felt his nut build. It vibrated through his dick and throbbed to the tip. His knees buckled and shook. Sinister felt his body float, “OH SHIT! OH SHIT! WOOOOO OHHHHH! SHI-IT-T-T-T! FUCKKKK! He bent his knees with his legs spreaded to get his momentum. He held her head so she couldn’t move and pumped her mouth. Sinister was in pure heaven. He could hear Beany moaning and whimpering while she played with her pussy the whole time she was sucking his dick. She took the wet soaked bullet in her hand and played a slippery game with his nuts. Not stopping there, she rubbed the bullet over his dick as she slid her drenched finger into his forbidden place. Sinister started hunching excitedly, never feeling this kind of pleasure he became possessed, threw his head from side to side, his eyes watered and he cursed, “AWWWWWWWW YOU BITCH!!! SUCKKKKKKKK ITTTTTT! Sinister knew he was turned out but didn’t care when Beany stuck her finger all the way in his ass and moved it around, he hollered, “OOOOOOWWWWEEEEEEE!” Beany’s tight grip on his dick, the vibration from the bullet on his nuts and strumming his ass like a guitar, Sinister couldn’t hold it any longer, he turned into a Bitch and his voice hit a pitch that he couldn’t believe was coming from his mouth, “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!” Sinister shot his loaded until his dick was empty and passed out, hitting the floor with a thug. Beany crawled off the bed, looked down at Sinister admiring her work, she laughed, “Punk ass!” as she strolled to the bathroom to take a shower

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  She sat on the couch, eating Butter Pecan Ice Cream and Lay’s Plain Potato Chips when Sinister finally walked into the living room. Ashamed of his performance, he looked at her with a million questions. She continued to watch T.V. like he wasn’t even there. Not sure how to address her, he finished straightening up his clothes, kissed her on the forehead and walked out the door. Getting in his car he sat there for a minute staring at the house wondering what he was going to do with her, shaking his head he slowly pulled off. Feeling insecure as a man, he heard his father’s voice, “ So I guess you a little Bitch Boy now, letting a woman play all in your ass, shrieking like a girl. You chasing behind her like a thirsty wimp, you ain’t even curved that pussy to the shape of your dick yet. Who’s the man here, son?” Sinister felt insulted, his manhood felt challenged. “She’s pulling you around by your nose, a little girl got your nose and your ass hole wide open! YOU’RE HER BITCH NIGGA! SHE MADE YOU HER FAGGOT!” Sinister clenched his jaws and gritted his teeth. Anger filled his belly as inadequacy burned in his chest. He hit the steering wheel and shouted, “I AINT NO LITTLE PUNK ASS BITCH!!” Sinister made a U turn in the middle of the street without looking almost hitting three cars. Racing back to the house to claim his manhood he saw Beany in grey sweats with her hair pulled into a ponyt
ail, reaching inside her car. When she stood up to shut the door Sinister delivered a blow to her face. She fell to the ground holding her face in shock. Sinister said, “You trying to make a bitch out of me!” His eyes were red and enraged in anger, he grabbed her by her neck and brought her to his face and snarled, “Its time I teach you a lesson, little girl!” Confusion flashed in Sinister eyes when he spotted no fear in her eyes. Trying to intimidate her he stared deep in her eyes as he pressed her against the car with his member sticking in her stomach. Something flickered in her eyes, they changed from soft brown to lifeless black. Not sure what he was noticing he hesitated and that gave her confidents as she clawed at his eyes, twisted away from him and kicked in his shin. He stumbling back, she round house kicked him in the face and he wobbled sideways. She took her elbow and crashed him in his face. Feeling his cheek crack Sinister barreled toward her but she was too quick. She moved to the side and he ran head first into the car. Dazed a little, but still quick on his feet, Sinister jumped up. He was surprised that she was handling him like that, but the memory quickly crossed his mind about his first encounter they had when she was a little girl and shot him. In his insane way, that only made him want her more, he loved the gangster in her. She jumped around like the 3rd degree black belt that she was and taunted, “Com’on Bitch, you started this shit!” I love niggas like you, fucking bullies but I got something for yo’ ass!” She gave him a 1-2 punch in the face, grabbed his head and slammed it into her knee, his nose exploded. Sinister fought to stay on his feet, he saw the anguish in her face. She moved like a cat as she rain blows as she danced around him. Embarrassed by his obvious defeat he charged at her. She fell to her knees just as he swung and clasped her hands together and rammed them in his groin.

  URGGGH! Sinister screamed as he buckled and grabbed his nuts. He fell to the ground in excruciating pain.

  Cola paddled backwards and kicked him in the face. Sirens could be heard from a distance as lights in the neighbors houses began to flick on. It took everything he had to lift himself up and limp to the car, he got in the car, started it but was quickly swarmed by police cars.