Page 93 of Taming a Menace

“All of your questions make me think otherwise.”

“I trust you, Keywan. That doesn’t mean that I’m not a little anxious.”

“Anxious is fine. You only have to wait a few more minutes. I’m about to put the earbuds in for you. I’ll be right here holding your hand the whole time. I’m not going anywhere.”

“OK.” I nodded.

After he put both buds in my ears, he turned on the music. Carteay sang about risking it all, making me remember that first night that I danced with him. The more time I spent getting to know Keywan, the more I knew he was worth the risk. I just didn’t know for sure that I was ready to take the plunge.

I had built half of my personality on my career. Now I was considering giving it up for love. Love hadn’t been all that friendly to me over the years. Even when I thought I found the one, I was wrong. Carteay sang our song on repeat as Keywan helped me take a step up onto a platform then sit down. When the music stopped, I reached for the blindfold.

“Keep the blindfold on until I take it off, Iyla. I stopped the music so you could hear me. I’m going to give you a shot to help take the edge off,” Key stated.

“A shot? With a needle?”

He laughed. “A drink, Iyla. Where do you think I would get a needle from?”

“I don’t even know where we are. I don’t know where you got alcohol from at this point.”

“Drink up, love. I’m having one too,” he said, putting the small shot glass in my hand.

I threw the shot back without hesitation, because as Keywan already said, I needed something to take the edge off. I was way too nervous. I couldn’t decipher between excitement and fear at that point. Keywan filled my glass again and waited for me to drink the contents before removing it from my hand.

“For over a thousand nights, I laid up in that cell fantasizing about what my life with you would look like. I want to love you like nineties R&B. I want to love you so bad that I’m standing outin the desert singing and shit because I miss you so much even if you’ve only been gone for an hour. When I was down, I read so many romance books that I started to picture us in our own urban romance. I knew that when I made it home, I was ready to settle down. I want what I read in those books forus, Iyla. Let me give you your happily ever after.”

“OK,” I whispered.

Tears saturated the blindfold as they slowly seeped through it and rolled down my cheeks. Keywan kissed my damp cheeks as he took my hands again and helped me to stand. Once I was on my feet, I could feel him move to sit in front of me before guiding one of my knees onto the bench.

“All right. Put your other knee right here,” he instructed.

“What are we doing?” I asked, reaching for that blindfold again.

“Uh-uh, you said you trusted daddy.”

“I do,” I whined.

“Well relax. I got you. Don’t touch that mask again, Iyla.”

I rolled my eyes as if he could see me under that freaking mask. My patience was long gone, but I surrendered.

“OK.”

Curiosity was killing me. I’d lost track of time, but I knew it had been way more than two minutes since he promised me that I only had to wait for two more minutes for my surprise. The music started playing again. I didn’t miss the fact that it was louder this time.

Keywan reached under my dress and cupped my ass as he sprinkled kisses along my jawline. His hands swept up my back, holding my chest against his as his tongue swirled across my neck and down to my collar bone. I moaned and tilted my head on his shoulder, giving him more access to my neck. He knew exactly what spot made my pussy leak. His huge hands gripped my ass and lifted me from his lap.

As he raised me up, I could have sworn we were moving. My body tensed, reacting to the perceived movement as well as his dick pressing against my entrance. Slowly he eased me down his shaft. My breathing shuddered once I was fully seated. He nudged my face with his once then again, baiting me to face him and grant him access to my lips. When I turned just enough his lips covered mine.

Keywan’s arms wrapped around my back before he used his hold to move me up and down his length. I groaned into his mouth when he shifted one of his hands to my ass to help control the slow but steady tempo. I rocked my hips forward, meeting each of his thrusts. Each time he reached my depths, it felt more heavenly than the last. The music stopped when the song ended.

“Hm, just like that, baby,” he groaned. “Get it, Iyla. Take it. Take what you need from daddy.”

His mouth covered the base of my throat before it was immediately replaced by his hand. Keywan’s fist tightened around my throat as he pushed me back until we were no longer chest to chest. Picking up the tempo, he kept one hand on my ass and the other around my throat as he drilled into me a little harder. My head jolted straight up as my senses went into high alert. We were definitely moving. My posture stiffened to brace myself for or from whatever.

“Keywan, what was that?” I asked, pressing my hands against his chest.

“What do you need to be concentrating on, Moon?” he responded, never breaking a stride as he slow stroked my pussy just right.