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Chapter Five: Killing Me Softly (Part Three)

December 25, 2013

Christmas morning, and everyone sat around the living room either in the couches or on the floor surrounding the ones in the couch, which was mostly parents. The Christmas lights were lit from the tree to the balcony. LaToya's aunts, uncles, cousins, Mother, and best friends all laughed as her aunt Stacey opened the gift that her sister, Violet purchased. It was the only thing she got her this year and she said “she didn't deserve that because she knew she was on Santa's naughty list”. The simple “Merry Christmas card was wrapped in box paper, inside another box filled of nothing but more wrapping paper. The laughs continued as the two exchanged playful aggravated words. Unfortunately everyone was happy expect the owner of the luxurious home. Sitting in the far corner, LaToya sat starring at her phone every two seconds, but still nothing came through. She didn't know how she became so attached to something so quick. Another three hour conversation lead to them eventually saying goodbye, but texting for another hour and now she's waiting for his “later” text message to eventually come through.

Dropping the phone on the couch, she stretched her body, and walked out the room completely leaving her phone on the couch. So badly she wanted nothing more than to be in her bed, knocked out in a deep slumber, but she knew for a fact that wouldn't happen. Everyone would have something to say and by something she means judgment for her actions. Her best friends would blame Jacob for the cause while her mother would try to force it out of her. Groaning she quietly walked into the louge room of the house, taking a seat on the leather couch, removing the white creme designer throw pillows.

LaToya kicked off the black UGG boots and flipped over on her stomach getting in the perfect position for a quick nap. No one would think she's in there, which would win for her for a few minutes, but of course they would find her. For a few minutes she only toyed with her Royal Blue “Stiletto” Nails, wishing for a quick second that she had actually brought her phone with her, but knowing her she would have only stared at the messaging application waiting for something that would never come.

“I might as well get up because they eventually gon' find me.” Her voice small, her words meant only for her to hear, trying her hardest to coach herself into going back and enjoying the family gathering. Placing the boots back on her feet, she got up completely and walked out the door of the private lounge area. The sounds of laughs and people playfully arguments still were heard through out the condo.

Walking into the scenery she noticed both of her best friends were already gone and the six trash bags full of Christmas wrapping paper and boxes was already gone so her uncle had already threw them away. Grabbing her phone, she checked it and noticed nothing new from Jermaine, but ten new messages from school friends wishing her a “Merry Christmas”. Out of politeness she respond with a simple “thank you and Merry Christmas as well” then went up to her room. Locking the door, she kicked off the boots, stripped down from her clothes, and walked everything into the closet. The Christmas presents she received were already upstairs and just out of OCD she has already put everything in appropriate places.

Getting down a pair of her new Shred Bare Jeans, her Camo Army Jacket, and the exclusive Royal Blue JORDAN 6s she laid everything out for her attire choice. For her underwear and t-shirts; she got down a matching lace panty and bra set with a black Polo t-shirt. It's only a little after eight and she's ready to get out this house. For one it's too crowded and too much noise. Her home never gets this loud, why? She can't handle it. Last night everyone continued to call after her and it wasn't into she disappeared upstairs in her room, where she heard the peace and quietness of her normal life. She loves her family and being around them annually she knows how they work, but it still aggravates her.

LaToya got her MAC studio moisture cream and her strobe cream for once she's out the shower, also getting out her VIVA Glam Lipstick for her attire, matching with her shoes. Grabbing a towel and a rag she walked in the bathroom, turning on the water to take a shower. She plugged in her phone charger, charging her phone, and then set up her curling ward set. While her phone charged and her curlers got hot, she showered, washing her body in COCO MadeMoiselle. Within twenty minutes she was out the shower and applying her COCO Mademoiselle body lotion, brushed her teeth, and walked into her closet to put on her undergarments. Back in the bathroom, she turned on PANDORA playing her “Trey Songz” radio station. Picking up the curling ward, she took down the bun she had been wearing all morning and combed through it slightly, before she began to actually curl her hair. Fifteen minutes her entire head was full of curls. Unplugging the curlers, she picked up the MAC collection products, applying them to her face to either even her skin tone or just moisturize it all together.

LaToya hummed to “She Ain't My Gurl” as she started to put everything away in the right spots or in spots that would occupy them for the time-being. She picked up her phone, walking out the bathroom to put on her clothes. First was the jeans, her undershirt, the matching POLO socks, and then her sneakers. LaToya grabbed the jacket, went to get a purse off the shelf, and then walked out her room making sure everything was situated afterward. Going downstairs, she was meet with risen eyebrows from both her best friends as the two girls were both coming up to her room.

“Well damn, Merry Christmas hoe!” Victoria's voice loud as Vanessa laughed and LaToya groaned at the sound. Must she be so rude, so early in the morning.

“Merry Christmas.” She tired her hardest to walk in between the girls, but Vanessa stopped her with a serious frown on her face.

“Where are you going?”

“Out damn, move.” She shove at her shoulder moving both of them out the way, heading straight to the front door of the condo. Violet was already in the kitchen when she passed by, but neither of them said anything to one another. Mostly because her mother was too busy trying to put cookies in the oven and barely seen her walk by while LaToya wasn't trying to catch her attention.

Grabbing the door knob, she walked out the house as quiet as possible and then pressed the button to the elevator directly in front of her condo. While she rode the elevator, she got out her keys, and checked over her Instagram account. Trenisisa Sweet and Bria Westley had already sent two different pictures that the team was broadcasting for the upcoming tournament coming up in two months, but they wanted to give early reminders just because one: people needed to come and two: once it was officially announced tickets would go quickly and they needed to know if request for more tickets would need to be made.

The sounding of the elevator arriving in the lobby caught her attention. She gave proper hellos and Merry Christmas replies to everyone who gave her one. She plastered the smile on her face and walked out the side door going to the second elevator of the building that took residents to the parking garage. Most could occupy up to three cars, while some paid an extra thirty-thousand for two more parking spots. For LaToya, she sold her very first car a BMW X6 to one of her old high-school teachers, so that only left her with the 750i. She wanted another car, but with her schedule this car is the best thing.

Unlocking the doors, she flopped down on the chair and dropped her bag in the passenger seat, cranking the car up. Her phone was connected to the AUX cord within seconds and she turned on her Beats Music App playlist for early mornings. It wasn't even ten o'clock so blasting music was out the window and she wasn't in the mood either. Winding down both the front windows, she backed out the parking space and left out the garage.

The only thing that's really opened today is parks and even some small business, but even with that no one is big on moving much on Christmas day, but maybe she needs that. Some alone time to get her mind under control. She's been going crazy over this man since the moment he walked her to the car three days ago. This shouldn't be happening and it shouldn't feel so comfortable. Her days are now centered around him and his needs, crazy because she doesn't even know what the man does exactly for a living. LaToya knows for sure he does something corporate related because he's known around Miami and if you asked the right people, he's known around the world and she could have sworn the two seen each other before. Two days ago her coach called her talking about an accident that happen for two months ago between a now suspended dancer and a dancer off Atlanta's Georgia Tech dance team. Apparently the two girls had problems starting from via social media and it only grew until the game ended. When the teams lined up for hand shakes and farewells, the two started swinging and like every team, UM side came hard for Georgia Tech.

When everything was finally under control, BHew called her over to question her for hours, but LaToya wasn't budging on names and BHew knew that so she let her go. Heading back to the looker rooms, she spotted someone, but never could get an actual facial appearance. By the time she could register they were there, the man disappeared. Still to this day, she can't figure out who the man is, but for some reason she thinks it's him.

Two hours of riding had worn her out and the only thing in sight was AMC Sunset Place 24 and surprisingly it was opened. A smile showcased her face making her happy for the today. Parking her car, she grabbed her phone and bag out the car, and walked into the theater behind a family who was talking about watching The Secret Life of Walter Mitty, while she knew she wouldn't be watching that, she did need to find something to watch. Nothing really had caught her attention so far, but she knew there was something that dropped that she knew nothing about or either something that was still playing.

Walking around them, she went ahead and stood in line, looking up at the show times for movies and noticed the Tyler Perry's movie was still listed and she knew right then she'll be going there. Next in line was her and she purchased the ticket for A Madea Christmas and went straight to counter for popcorn and a Coke soda, adding more salt and butter to the popcorn.Finallyshe was in the middle section of the movie screening room, watching as movie previews and music previews played. Five minutes after she sat down the acknowledgment about phones, babies crying, and just plain annoying noises came on and she knew the movie was about to come on. Her own phone started to vibrated and knowing it was only one of her cousins, Victoria or Vanessa, or maybe her mom she ignored it and got ready to enjoy her movie.

“Babygirl, I expect you to answer you whenever I call you.” LaToya immediately turned to look at the man that she was waiting for all morning.

“I thought-”

“I know. Somebody sitting here?” She only shook her head as he sat down beside her, and pulled her face to look at him. Her lips parted and without much control, he kissed her. The very first time they kissed and she could only wish she could have prepared herself. The only thing she could do was wrap her arms around him and allowed him to deepen the kiss. Some kind of self-control should be used, but that was out the window.

Jermaine pulled away, grabbing her popcorn stuffing a hand full in his mouth. LaToya was too caught in a daze to care and only turned to watch as the movie began.

“Thank God for empty theaters.” His voice was low and raspy, and she could only smirk while nodding. Yes, thank him for dark, empty theaters, where no one was paying them any attention. Jermaine's arm draped around the back of her chair, and she leaned into his lanky frame watching the movie. “A true surprise from Mr. Cole” was all that went through her mind.

February 2014

The playfulness of Jermaine seem just at an ultimate high. He was sweet, nice, and careful mostly about everything he did. His protectiveness and possessiveness of LaToya was nothing new, but around the Arab-males, it was definitely something higher and more aggressive. Everywhere she was, he was; plus he made sure everyone knew they were linked together from the tight grip he held on her hand and plus the flashing of the seventy karat diamond ring was the only starter process for him. The entire eight days that they would be there, there was going to be something that should that side of him; hopefully he doesn't run her away with it.

The first stop was Adventureland of United Arab Emirates were the two rode rides for two hours, plus Jermaine showing her surroundings of some of the things he remembered. With LaToya, she loved the rollercoasters, but she didn't know the next chance she'll have with coming to Dubai so why waste it in one spot. Inside of riding rides for the entire time, they wondered the Sahara Centre in Sharjah, United Arab Emirates for what seem like hours; the shoes weren't killing her like she imagined and Jermaine was making sure she kept a smile on her face. The two did small stops first only heading to stores they were familiar with like Balmain, New Yorker, Fred Perry, Victoria Secret, H&M, even Aeropostale, and La Vie En Rose. Most of their three hours were spent in the jewelry spots and LaToya made sure they stop by the newest Tom Ford beauty store. Jermaine ended up spending most of his money in Pure Gold on a twenty-five million American dollars on a Bulova watch. LaToya watched as the automatic chronometer was placed on his wrist and he handed over his Omega Limited Edition 42mm Automatic watch which she dropped in her bag.

By the time the two left the mall officially it was time was for lunch and they decided they would just pick up something from Bob's Easy Diner of The Walk, Jumeirah Beach Residence. For starters the two got chicken tenders, mozzarella sticks, and curly fries. While they ate the starters food, Jermaine and LaToya talked about her childhood. She described a lifestyle with mostly living with her best friend, Victoria and her grandmother. The question about her mother was answered simply with “she works hard”. By the time she retaliated the question he was saved by the sound of the waiter sitting down their burgers. His was the “The Original” which he asked for no “special sauce” added, while hers was the “Southern Barbeque” which she traded onion rings for fries and gave the Ranch to Jermaine for his fries. With that order they spoke strictly business. She learned about the six major companies he ran; one in New York, two in Texas, one in Georgia, and two in Florida. Never once did he mention the name, but when he said “major” she knew it was something important. Twenty minutes, they were asking for “to-go” boxes for pretty much all the food and Jermaine left a tip of two-fifty and the duo walked out hand-in-hand.

The entire day LaToya tried her hardest not to think much about the ring, but with the size she couldn't help it. When they walked to the car, she felt his fingers tug at it a few time, but Jermaine never once brought it up. It succeed it's purpose of stopping men from coming after her and that was his only concern. She never said nothing about it because it was just an awkward position. The ring is beautiful, seventy karats, but it holds no value; so unfortunate.

Now she's sitting on the bed of his bedroom back at the house, waiting for him to exit the bathroom so she can enter and take a shower. All the running around, playing, rollercoasters, and then the heat from the sun at the restaurant from where they ate outside; she needs a long shower. Her body has been in this over-drive power and right now she needs to relax for a second. Knowing Jermaine he had some kind of plan for them before he actually allows her to sleep, but hopefully he lets her choose because then all they'll do is talk.

The sound of the shower cutting off, made her look up at the door, and she let go of the ring. Tugging it off, she laid it down on the bed and got up going to the closet for her some clothes once she got out. First thing she did was pulled her down, shook the curls some and then re-did the bun. She got out a lace thong and bra set, as Jermaine walked in and wrapped his arms around her.

“That's all you need tonight.” And with that, he smacked her ass, and left out the closet. She turned around with a confused expression, but still grabbed the underwear and bra and left out the closet. When she reemerged to the bedroom he wasn't there but the towel he had was laying on the bed. Shrugging it off she entered the bathroom and turned the shower on, stripped, and took her twenty minute shower. She scrub, and rinse repeatedly making sure she cleaned just enough and then got out to dry off and lotion her body and moisturize her face. The bra and panties was the last thing to come on before she repeated her actions of the hair process of taking the curls out with the blow-dryer. Once she was ready, she put the hair in a ponytail and picked up her dirty garments.

When she got out the shower, Jermaine was still out the room, but this time the towel had been replace with a folded piece of paper with her nickname from him on it.

Babygirl, met me down the hall. There's a door with a “Private” sign outline on it; open it and come in.

-J.

Taking in a deep breathe in; all she thought was it beings.

Walking out the bedroom, she paced herself walking to the room not knowing what was about to happen. It all made sense now, especially her attire. She remembers when she signed the contract, he had it typed up that her “uniform” for the “Playroom” would be nothing but lingerie.

LaToya stopped exactly seven inches from the door, and for a moment her nerves took control of her mind and she wanted to run for that split second, but the doors automatically opened and stood a bare-chest, sweat-pants wearing, Jermaine Cole. His entire body looked different from anything she had seen from the moment the officially meet. The Jermaine earlier was gone and the only thing left was....Cole. She must remember that Jermaine isn't apart of the dominant act. You call him out his name, all hell is liable to break loose.

“Come in,” Stepping aside, she followed his directions, looking around the dark scenery of the room. Nothing was like the rest of the house, everything was dark and look so off.

“This is the start of it all. The reason me and you are together right now. This isn't the normal Playroom trust me, there's nothing here but minor things so if this freaks you out, we have some things to talk about. In here, you know the rules, you break them, you get punished. It's simple here, follow my lead. Your slick ass mouth may be a turn on sometimes, but right now; it'll get your ass hurt. I told you from the beginning I won't intently hurt you, but don't take my kindness for a weakness.” The entire time he spoke, she stood still in front of him. His tone was serious and unapologetic and she knew he was all business; in a way.

He slowly walked around her, his piercing eyes making her shutter, but he only brought a smile to his face.

“Fear isn't good with me, baby.” For a second a frown creeps on her face, but he didn't give her long before he was pulling into the room completely. What she saw made the facial expression she once had vanish and a sense of shock came through her body.

“Maybe another day I'll explain everything in here, for now...we have plans.” And with that Jermaine placed a slick blindfold on her head, then covered her eyes. He walked her to the bed, picking her up, and tossing her on the mattress. A low moan was released from her lips as her body felt the after-shock of the throw and he smiled.

“Tonight, we do something simple,” Her head twisted trying to figure out where his voice was, but he was too distant. “There will only be two things involved in tonight's theme.” The sound of a draw opening pulled at her attention, and her head twisted in the direction.

“Jer-.”

“What was that?” The draw closed and she only shook her head. LaToya didn't even know what she was about to say; all she knew was he was moving too fast for her liking. If only he would slow down.

“Good, you'll feel some cold touch your wrist, don't freak out. It's only handcuffs.”

“Real ones?”

“Yeah, silly. If they were the little plastics ones, you'll be able to get out of them.” His voice lacing with a small laugh, but she found nothing funny. It's just too sudden.

The feeling of the cold metal hit her hands, one hand for each set of handcuffs. Once both hands were latched, he placed them back down, walking around the bed he picked up her right hand, took the empty end of the handcuffs and attached it to a metal line coming from the top of the bed. He repeated the process with her left hand before standing up and looking down at her body.

“Are they too tight?” She only shook her head in a “no” movement, but the feel of his hand slapping against her bare thigh made her yelp.

“No, Sir.”

“Thank you, answer me when I talk to you.”

“Yes, Sir.” His hand smoothed at the spot before he backed away completely and the sound of a belt got her attention.

“You can sit up with these, not much, I have to control much of it, but nevertheless sit up.” Promptly she sat up in the bed, feeling the weight of her arms still behind her in a sense.

"You tying my legs with a belt?"

"No baby girl this belt won't occupy your legs." "My waist?" "Your neck." And for the second time cold metal touched her chocolate skin, making her shudder against his body as he tighten it to the a custom hole for her neck.

“Prefect.” Backing away from her, he removed his sweatpants and kicked them to the side of the room. He laid her body down on the creme sheets and crawled over her body. His lips brushed against her naked stomach and he was proud of her for picking a half bra for tonight's adventures. His lips kissed at hers, and he felt her body relax. His kisses could never lie to her and he had been dying to kiss her since she walked in, but in this element; it can't. No emotion is allowed.

Standing from her, he grabbed the end of the belt, dragged her body up. His lip was being bite down on as he watched her struggle. Letting the belt go some, she laid back some, but when he noticed her running; Jermaine pulled her body back to him.

“Don't run from me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Now, I will fuck you and every time I feel you about to cum; I will tug at this belt like this,” one time he demonstrated his actions, and it was just to see her try to catch some air. “We'll probably go three rounds, by the third, I'll remove everything and you'll ride me...that's if you follow my instructions. You ready to submit, babygirl?” With no hesitation, she mumbled a low,

“Yes, Sir.”

“Good girl,” Pulling down his boxers, his harden penis sprung out and he groaned at the feel of a release. He grabbed the edges of her panties, ripping them off her body. Her juices ran down her pussy-lips and he watched in awe as this girl who was so quiet and timid was enjoying everything he did. His finger run along her slit making her lips apart and a low moan come out.

“You're soaking,”

“Yes, Sir.” His fingers teased at her opening, pushing inside just to let some of her coco tastings run down his fingers. Jermaine's other hand went to the back of her, unbuckling her bra; freeing her prefect size breast for him. His finger went deeper in side her and he sucked at her nipples; teasing them with small pecks and licks then suddenly biting down hard on them making her groan at the feeling of his teeth sinking into her flesh.

“Jer-Sir.”

“Watch it, LaToya.” His mouth left her breast, kissing up her body into he was touching her lips.

“We are about to start this.” Jermaine tugged the belt, bringing her body to his and then slowly started to push the tip of his dick into her tight body.

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Chapter Five: Killing Me Softly (Part Three)

December 25, 2013

“Well damn, Merry Christmas hoe!” Victoria's voice loud as Vanessa laughed and LaToya groaned at the sound. Must she be so rude, so early in the morning.

“Merry Christmas.” She tired her hardest to walk in between the girls, but Vanessa stopped her with a serious frown on her face.

“Where are you going?”

“Babygirl, I expect you to answer you whenever I call you.” LaToya immediately turned to look at the man that she was waiting for all morning.

“I thought-”

Jermaine pulled away, grabbing her popcorn stuffing a hand full in his mouth. LaToya was too caught in a daze to care and only turned to watch as the movie began.

February 2014

When she got out the shower, Jermaine was still out the room, but this time the towel had been replace with a folded piece of paper with her nickname from him on it.

Babygirl, met me down the hall. There's a door with a “Private” sign outline on it; open it and come in.

-J.

Taking in a deep breathe in; all she thought was it beings.

“Come in,” Stepping aside, she followed his directions, looking around the dark scenery of the room. Nothing was like the rest of the house, everything was dark and look so off.

He slowly walked around her, his piercing eyes making her shutter, but he only brought a smile to his face.

“Jer-.”

“Good, you'll feel some cold touch your wrist, don't freak out. It's only handcuffs.”

“Real ones?”

“Yeah, silly. If they were the little plastics ones, you'll be able to get out of them.” His voice lacing with a small laugh, but she found nothing funny. It's just too sudden.

“Are they too tight?” She only shook her head in a “no” movement, but the feel of his hand slapping against her bare thigh made her yelp.

“No, Sir.”

“Thank you, answer me when I talk to you.”

“Yes, Sir.” His hand smoothed at the spot before he backed away completely and the sound of a belt got her attention.

“You can sit up with these, not much, I have to control much of it, but nevertheless sit up.” Promptly she sat up in the bed, feeling the weight of her arms still behind her in a sense.

"You tying my legs with a belt?"

“Don't run from me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“You're soaking,”

“Jer-Sir.”

“Watch it, LaToya.” His mouth left her breast, kissing up her body into he was touching her lips.

“We are about to start this.” Jermaine tugged the belt, bringing her body to his and then slowly started to push the tip of his dick into her tight body.

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