Page 5 of Kasim (Kingly Dynasty)

DALLAS

I nside the chambers, Dallas sat on a Myars leather chair with a pool of tears running down her face.

A sudden sound of soft murmuring voices piqued her interest. Just hearing another woman inside the chambers gave her some hope that she would be released.

Dallas slowly turned the doorknob and peeked inside.

The room was dimly lit, but she quickly adjusted her eyes to the darkness.

Kasim stood with his back against the wall while a strange woman's lips were locked around his dick.

Dallas's heart skipped a beat as she watched, transfixed.

The woman's hands were plastered against the wall for leverage, while Kasim's hands were wrapped around her neck.

He seemed to be enjoying every moment of it, and she seemed to have known what she needed to do to please him.

They were lost in the moment, but Kasim wore this aggressive facial expression as he roughly pushed her head into him.

Dallas felt a flutter in her chest as she watched.

Her mind spoke to her with attempts to close the door, but the thrill of excitement froze her in one spot.

Dallas felt a pang of jealousy mixed with unsatisfying emotions.

What the fuck were these people into were the questions that crossed her mind.

These people are complete fucking freaks.

Dallas thought as she continued to watch. Suddenly, Kasim stopped in the middle of their session and bent the woman over with force. In the shadows, Dallas got a glimpse of his overly erect dick and couldn't believe her eyes.

Is this nigga human? I mean, he looks human, but he doesn't act human. With a dick like that, he can't be. Hell no, no way could God have created a man with dick like that.

As Kasim slid every inch into the woman's pussy, it wowed Dallas that she was able to take it all and moan in satisfaction.

Dallas felt her own heart beating faster.

She was torn between feeling jealous and feeling turned on.

She didn't know what to do, so she just stood there, peeking through the door, and watching.

It was like she was getting a secret glimpse into Kasim's world that turned her own world upside down.

She dropped her head to look at her own pussy.

The pain that began throbbing between her legs made her tighten her thighs in hopes that it would stop.

It was the sexy scene that had been created that turned her on.

The way their silhouettes danced off the wall, along with the soft moans the woman released .

. . The candle light, the sheer bedding, and especially Kasim’s naked body that was perfectly structured . . .

When she looked up, Kasim's eyes were trained on hers, and this made Dallas's heart fall into her soul.

She froze knowing that she had been caught, but the look in his eyes told her not to move.

It was like he was controlling her body with his eyes, and submissively, her pussy began doing things she never expected.

Dallas never knew how to masturbate, and this man was making her pussy drip without any penetration.

Back home, Big Boy would try to teach Dallas things she didn't learn as an adult.

She had been with several men, but no one seemed to bring the freak out of her.

She thought that masturbating was gross, so she hardly ever attempted to touch herself. Very rarely.

Dallas watched as Kasim lifted the woman off her feet.

He walked her over near the door and placed her on the bed that was surrounded with candles.

Another hint of jealousy rushed through Dallas, and this told her exactly what the chamber was used for.

Sex. Kasim now spread the woman's legs open and began massaging her pussy with the head of his dick.

Dallas watched with hunger, but Kasim never took his eyes off of her.

Again, every inch of Kasim was pushed into the woman's tunnel. The screams that expelled deeply from the woman's voice made Dallas anticipate her position. Her body grew hot, her breathing had become faint, and a sudden gush of liquids flowed from her body.

Dallas looked down at her pants, and the wet spot that could be visibly seen embarrassed her.

She wasn't sure what had just happened, but she was torn between feeling good and pure disgust. Dallas ran off and buried herself in a corner then began to weep.

She knew after this she wouldn't be able to face him, so she would stay like this until the remainder of her time.

Six more days.

***

Waking up from a tainted slumber, Dallas wiped the slight drool from her mouth and yawned.

She was having a bad dream, so she was happy she had awakened from it, but it wasn't a dream after all.

The dingy walls, the flicker of candles, and the smell of sex in the air reminded her of what transpired yesterday.

She had slept the entire day, still wearing the same jeans with a large stain in the crouch.

She removed them, only wearing her panties. She wanted so badly to look for a sink to wash them, but she was too afraid to face him . She hadn't heard a peep from him since she locked herself away in the room.

The sound of clunky latches made Dallas stop to listen.

She wasn't sure if it was Kasim entering or leaving, but she didn't move.

The sound of the man's voice that brought her into the chambers spoke suddenly as he demanded she come with him. She looked at her pants and wondered if she should put them on, but then the man would think she was some sick pervert if she didn’t.

"Where am I going?" she asked hesitantly, hoping he'd say home .

"To shower for Kasim. It's time for dinner."

Dinner? Damn, what time is it?

She thought because she expected it to still be morning.

Well, at least they feed people since they got a bitch held captive.

"Those won't be necessary," the man referred to her stained pants.

Dallas stood to her feet and followed the man out of the room. He led her in the opposite direction, that they had originally come from, into a room with about four doors. There was a red dress hanging on one of the stalls along with clean linen and Dove soap.

Assuming the dress was the attire she was due to wear, Dallas quickly walked into the stall and turned on the hot water.

She wondered why was the dress so elegant for a place like this, but she dared to ask any questions.

Everything in the entire establishment was just too damn weird.

The people. The guards. And especially the father.

She couldn't wait until the day she was freed because the first thing she'd do was go to the authorities.

Stepping into the hot water, Dallas's mind began to wonder.

She wondered why no one was brought down because everything they were doing had to be illegal.

It was kidnapping at a definite, and there was no telling what went on in the other rooms. The place was huge with many doors.

She knew now what Mama meant and she wished she had listened.

After lathering her soap and soaping her body, Dallas stepped out of the stall, running right into the man.

Thank God she was wrapped into a towel because he would have seen her whole ass.

The man quickly stepped out into the hall, so this told her there weren't any predatory acts happening in the establishment.

She quickly slid into the dress then stepped up to look into the mirror. Her hair was a mess, and it definitely didn't go with the gown. Shrugging her shoulders, she felt good to finally be clean. The moment she stepped out of the restroom area, she became nervous, knowing she'd have to face Kasim.

She was led to another room in the same direction, and there he was.

She knew it was him, even from the back.

His locs were pulled back, and he wore a suit that he looked like he'd bust out of.

Dallas couldn't help but notice how good he looked.

The velvet suit coat complemented the black jeans he wore.

He wore a burgundy bow tie that matched the color of Dallas's dress along with burgundy cufflinks.

On the other side of him, Dallas could see the flicker of candles that set on the decorated table.

Had it not been this situation, the scenery would have been beautiful.

Kasim didn't bother turning around when he heard them step into the room, but the moment Dallas was in his eye view, he began to lust over the change of clothes.