Prince: Love Always Wins

Lesha

It’s about your sister, pick up.

I looked down at my phone, and my eyes inflamed. It was Devin. He had been trying it all day. He was changing his numbers and had called me from the 30 th different number in the last two hours alone. I looked around the empty house after receiving another message from an unknown number. Of course, he couldn’t tell me what it was about. I’d been calling Nesha since I got the message 15 minutes ago, and she had yet to answer. Devin always called but never had he used my sister as a way to get to me.

I shook my head and slapped my hands against the countertop. Prince would be home soon, and I was done with my daily routine of cooking, cleaning, and getting our dinner ready. It was so easy for me to fall into that rhythm. It was peaceful, really. Like a reprieve from having to walk around Flint. I was so tensed at every moment, knowing I would have to check someone for talking out of the side of their neck. No one knew me here as anything other than the cake lady and the boss’s woman. Prince and I stayed in our little cocoon not bothering anyone. Now here Devin was with his bullshit. The one percent chance that he actually had something legitimate to say made me do the thing I regretted when the next call came through. I skated down the hall and looked over my shoulder again before I swiped to answer. If he was on bullshit I wanted to curse his ass one final time and be done with it before Prince came.

“What Devin?”

“I’m sorry, Tweet. Stop dodging me. I’m here.” His voice was laced with desperation.

“Why the hell would that make a difference to me? I’m not there. You texted me about my sister, so what is it? You know I don’t play about that.”

“No, I’m here. In Georgia.” My heart stopped. “That’s what I’m saying; you and your sister have been all over IG posting shit and sharing locations like it’s something safe to do. She in California. Why would I know that unless y’all are being reckless.” I didn’t have shit to say. I just knew he better not has brought his ass close to me. “I told you I can make all this shit go away. Y’all wouldn’t have to worry about this if you held out a little longer. I know the wedding shocked you, but I didn’t know how to tell you this. It’s all temporary and just for show. I’m still willing.”

“Fuck you Devin! Don’t call me again. I am changing my number, and you and everything you are saying can kiss my ass.”

“Tweet. I love you.”

“No, you shut the fuck up and listen to me for once! You hurt me worse than any man has, but you know what? It’s cool because I finally discovered it was me that allowed this shit for so long. Don’t call me. My sister and I have been fine without your so-called protection for this long. If you here, go home before my man beats your ass!” I hung up the phone and tossed my head against the wall. Why the hell did he feel he could pop up? He drove home one real point, though. If he could find me, so could anyone else. My sister and I were separated for the first time, and that left us more vulnerable. Then I remembered our pact. No more running.

“Did that feel good?”

“Shit!” Prince’s voice startled me, and I threw my hand across my chest.

“I, uh, I’m sorry he called.”

“Don’t be. You told him what you had to say, and you told his ass right. Next time he calls, it’s my turn to talk.”

He pulled me in for a kiss, and quickly, he was on to the next thing.

“I know it’s short notice, but I was invited to a dinner party tonight with the hotel executives. Would you be open to coming? I don’t plan to stay long.”

“A girl never misses an opportunity to put on a pretty dress.” I flashed a smile trying to regulate my mind. For any other man, this would have been a full-blown argument.

“Well get dressed. An hour enough time?”

I nodded, happy he didn’t want to spend any more time on Devin’s ass. I jumped in the shower and wore a black and blue cocktail dress. Prince matched with a pair of black slacks, a black shirt, and a blue tie. When we walked past the mirror, I had to flick it up. I thought twice about Devin’s words. I had been doing a lot more on social media in the last few weeks. Especially after the launch of my business, but I knew uploading that picture would make that nigga’s chest burn, so I did exactly that. Fuck him and every lie he told. It was time for me to move on.

We were out of the house and riding up the elevator at the function, and for some reason, my stomach was in knots. I didn’t want to use Prince like that. The way he treated me and what this meant was more than a ploy to make Devin jealous. Even though Prince didn’t care about me uploading pictures of us, I didn’t want to do it with the wrong spirit. My eyes swept over to him while he texted Remy on his phone— hardworking man who could never shut his brain off .

When he saw me gazing, he smiled. He looked at the numbers on the elevator while it ascended and surprised me with a kiss.

“What’s on that pretty head.” He asked as we separated and the doors opened.

“Prince! You made it!” Someone greeted. An older white male stepped forward as we stepped off, and from there, the next hour was a whirlwind. Prince mingled from table to table with me at his side. It was impressive the way they all peddled for his attention. No one could stop talking about the mansions he was repurposing every place we stopped. He completed two, and he told me the showing went well when they stopped by, but the way these people were acting, he understated it. They loved his work. I had never been prouder to stand next to someone. It made me start calculating things I could do to take my business to the next level.

We finally settled down to the middle of the floor for a dance.

“We’ll leave after this.” He assured me.

“It’s fine. You aren’t going to eat?”

“This shit? Hell nah. Did you see the way it looks?” He asked as he braced my back, and we started to sway to the music.

“Stop it. I was trying to be nice. That food looks so damn bland.” I giggled through a whisper. His touch restored my calm.

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“I didn’t have time. I didn’t know I was walking in here with a celebrity.”

“You funny, but don’t dodge me. You okay?”

I took a pause.

“I don’t want you to think--”

“That’s already starting wrong. What’s on your mind, baby?”

“I’m over Devin. I can’t believe even after he did what he did he won’t stop contacting me.”

“I’ll handle it.” He spoke quickly.

“No, I don’t want you to get in trouble because he means nothing to me. I mean that Prince. I have no feelings left for him.” I looked into his eyes.

“I understand that, but if he oversteps, that becomes my business.” He looked back at me with the same intensity. “What else?” He pushed.

“Nothing else.” I looked at him slightly confused.

“You sure? Because once we get home it won’t be no talking.”

“I like the sound of that. I want to tell you I’m enjoying my time with you. I like being around you, Prince.”

“Good. I feel the same way. Did a package come today?”

I scanned my brain. Prince got packages every day, whether parts for the homes he was building or small little Knick knacks for the one we were currently staying in. Today, though, there was a small paper package that arrived, and I didn’t think anything of it until he said something just now.

“I did. What is it?”

“You’ll see. Are you sure that head is empty? I promise, with the way I’m feeling, and the way that dress got that ass looking, all I’m trying to do when I get home is take you to that room.”

“I came up with a safe word.” I blurted trying to stall a little.

“What is it?”

“Cocunut.”

“What?” He looked confused.

“I hate them. It’s a good safe word I guess. I read that it should be a quick word and nothing attached to harsh memories.”

“Oh, so you been studying?”

“No, Whatever,” I blushed.

“I got you. I’ll remember that. Anything else?”

“I, uh, put a picture of us on IG. I hope that’s okay.”

“Of course it is.”

“Well, that’s it.” I said with a smile as the music stopped.

“Good. Let’s go home.”

***

I loved that Prince kept his promises. As soon as we got home, the room was the first destination, and we stripped all of our clothes on the way. He was anxious today, and when I felt him, any small bits of tension I had diminished into dust. He had me on the wheel, which I had happily gotten accustomed to. The punishing strokes that started our party 30 minutes ago started to subside as he started pacing himself. I knew exactly what that meant. I looked up at him as sweat coated his forehead and a few beads were also on his chest. He had my body on fire and I started moving my hips in sequence to drive his orgasm. He placed both hands on my sides to stop my movement, and I smiled.

“Umm hmm, can’t take it?” I teased, and he laughed.

“Nah, see you been getting off light. It’s time for you to learn today. Me cumming ain’t nowhere near the end. I be thinking about that pretty ass pussy, but ya mouth just got you in trouble.”

“Fuck.” I responded as he slammed into me.

“Yeah, ya mouth and this tight ass pussy. Fuck Le. Can I fill this muthafucka baby?”

“Shit! Yes!” I sang as he gave me no mercy strokes. All of his length entered and withdrew from me in rapid succession. His hands pressed my hips until he called my name so sweetly and painted my walls.

“Damn.” I babbled while my body jerked against the wheel long after he stopped pumping.

Coolness greeted me when he got up and stepped away. My eyes followed him as long as they could before he went out of my line of sight. I was still bound, so I couldn’t get up. It's not like I had any energy to move anyway. He came back with a warm towel and laid it over my pussy. The heat felt so good against her soreness that I gasped. I closed my eyes briefly, and when they popped open, I looked to my left, and I saw Prince’s dick still just as hard as ever. The veins ran through the meaty mass looking like the road map to pleasure.

“Oh, you thought I was playing huh? I can’t get enough of you, Le.”

I looked into his eyes, which were still hooded with undertones of lust. My sore pussy was so fucking hard-headed. She puckered, awaiting another round. I wasn’t sure if I could keep up, but I wasn’t tapping. Prince hit a button on the side of the wheel, and it started to move. It startled me so badly that I jumped. That part I couldn’t see myself getting used to anytime soon. I pushed down on the balls of my bound feet and pushed my torso up as I felt the wheel start to lift and shorten.

“Good baby. Stay just like that. I love your body.” He stood back a few feet and marveled. The way he looked at me. I still couldn’t get over that part.

The wheel tilted at a 45-degree angle. It was now half in size as the two middle planks receded. If I wasn’t so damn turned on, I could have fully appreciated its functionality and how amazingly Prince crafted such a structure with his bare hands. My arms slacked and my knees were now raised. He walked in front of me eying me like prey. I felt his liquid start to leak from me. The devious smile that cut across his face made my juices mingle with his. He took the towel and cleaned me again. The gentleness varied greatly from the pounding I just received.

“I want to make you feel better than you ever have. Even after that, I’m still not done. I won’t keep you waiting long.” He said right before he disappeared again.

“Prince,” I whined.

“Say it.” He commanded from somewhere in the room. His voice carried like he was next to me. I knew he was talking about my safe word. My lips flew together as I looked around for him. I closed my eyes, hoping to bridle impatience.

He returned with quite a few things in his hands. I made out a chair. Multiple things in the other hand, but I couldn’t make it out; they all were laid behind the wheel, slightly out of my line of vision. He sat down in front of me, positioning his legs between mine in the chair. His perfect dick pointed straight up at me. I was already easing down, but his hands braced my thighs at the apex to stop me. He kissed my stomach and his soft lips made me quake. He moved his hand behind my ass and pulled my body even further into him. Then, one of the items that joined us was no longer a mystery. He shoved a wedge behind the small of my back that helped my body stay forward comfortably.

“Shit.” I moaned. This man was so particular, and I loved it. He kissed the top of my pussy and skated right down to my ass, spreading my cheeks and tonguing my hole. I thanked God for the restraints because, without them, my ass would’ve been on the ground the way that small action made my body writhe. His tongue worked at an even pace as my breath heightened. My hands opened and closed. Damn, I wanted to fist his curls and push him further in. I’d never known the pleasure before, but each time he did it, the better it felt.

“You taste so good, Le Monroe.” He leaned back and stroked his dick with his right hand and caught my eyes. “Can I feel you, baby?” He asked while simultaneously placing his finger at the rim of my anal ring. He breached my opening, and the pleasure and pain combination sent me to the moon. His dick was so much bigger than that. How could I take him? He pumped in and out while his eyes were trained on me. Prince always gauged comfort. Even in this state, he was calculating.

Not knowing if I could handle it, I still shook my head, yes, knowing he wouldn’t hurt me intentionally. When he took his fingers away, I was the one that eased down slowly. I winced, not even feeling the tip of him fully penetrate.

“Slower, Le.” He commanded. Slower? I was barely moving. I bit my lip and rocked my hands in the restraints, begging for freedom. If I was going to do this, I needed to touch him. I needed his hands on my body instead of bracing my thighs to keep me positioned. He caught my signal, reached his long arms up, and gave me the release I craved. Once my hands landed on his chest, he closed his eyes, and I got a burst of confidence. I lived for his reaction. It made me feel powerful, knowing that my touch alone could impact him. That helped me take a little more but only just. I was trying, but he was so big.

“I can’t, baby,” I said, stopping short of my safe word. His eyes flipped to mine.

“You need a distraction.” He spoke confidently and reached down again. He brought out a 3 and 1 toy. I recognized the rose with the G-spot vibrator because it was one of my favorite toys from back home. This one also had a vibrating penis ring attached to it for him. My eyes lit up. The package. My pussy flooded at the thought of being filled by my favorite toy while Prince filled my ass.

“Ooh ya nasty ass like that? That’s right, baby, let me please you like you please me. It’s nothing I won’t do to see your pleasure.” He pushed me up, slipped the rings around him, and brought me down again. Bliss shot through my system, and I felt him everywhere. The G spot vibrator shot in and out of me rapidly while he worked up his pace in my ass. The rose on my clit sent me over the edge.

“That’s it, Le. So Gah damn beautiful. You are so perfect, you know that?” His words made me wind my hips. The cum spit from my pussy while my backside became wetter. The pain made me hop up, but my clit came back down, wanting to chase the feeling the rose and vibrator gave.

“Yeah, your pretty ass know you perfect. You know everything I need. Who else can fuck me like this?” He urged.

“Shut… shut shit.” My words tried because it knew my body was getting overloaded. My ears and eyes grew hot hearing his words. They were connected inside of my chest. Between him filling me, the vibrator in my pussy, the rose on my clit, and talking to me like that my body was sure to give out. Body revolting against my mind, I drove my hips back down even faster. I wasn’t going to pass out, at least not until I got what was currently building in the bottom of my tummy.

“Damn, fuck me. That’s a good girl, baby. You think I could ever want anyone else when you fuck me like this? Look at what you doing baby. Look at us.” He gripped my neck and made me look at the mess we were producing and kept talking his shit. “You cum on this dick so beautifully. You make me so happy. You please me so well.”

My whole body tightened. He continued to heap his praise, which put a battery in my back to drive me forward. I was slamming onto him, taking all of his length. I was climbing to one of the highest pinnacles I’d ever experienced when I felt my eyes flicker.

“Oh my God,” I breathed out, not believing how good the build-up felt. I knew the explosion was imminent

“Fuck, baby. Give me that shit.” I heard his voice heighten, signifying he was on the way just like me. I closed my eyes, feeling lightheaded, but I knew the next amount of friction was going to cause my tsunami.

“Baby, you fading. Hold on.”

I ignored his warning and slammed down again. I let out an ear-piercing scream before everything went black.