“Hello, Welcome to the Oakland branch of the Wakandan Outreach Center. How may I assist you?” spoke Nia, Erik’s newest executive assistant.
“I need to speak with Prince N’Jadaka if he’s available.”
“He’s in a meeting at the moment, but should be wrapping up pretty soon.”
“Would it be a problem if I waited for him in his office?” Hennessy inquired, tossing her long locs over to one shoulder. The glorified secretary hesitated for a minute before continuing.
“Umm, I-I don’t think Mrs. Stevens-Udaku would take too kindly to someone being in his office dressed in such a manner.” Hennessy’s loud laugh resembled that of her husband’s as she cackled at the young woman’s choice of words. She knew that Nia was referring to Angel, the creole firecracker that often visited their husband when he was on his lunch break.
“Nia, darling there are 11 Mrs. Stevens-Udaku’s, and I happen to be the first on the roster,” Henny explained.
“O-Oh! Forgive me, Princess. You just don’t look —”
“Quit while you’re ahead, young one,” a deep voice boomed from behind the desk. Suddenly a large man dressed in the finest Wakandan fur appeared from the shadows.
“Princess,” he spoke as he looked down at her, amusement evident.
“Lord M’Baku,” Hennessy spoke.
“Does Prince N’Jadaka know you’re here, dressed like… this,” he inquired taking in her appearance.
“He does not and you won’t open your gorilla mouth to him about it either,” she replied, turning away from the large man.
“Don’t hurt him too bad, Princess,” he called behind her, chuckling to himself as her soft giggle reached his ears. With a flip of her long locs, the young woman made her way to the Prince’s office, gaining more than a few stares from the other employees. The whispering grew louder as she sauntered into the Prince’s office and closed the door behind her. This little visit was about to be interesting.
By the time the meeting was over, the entire center was abuzz about the mysterious woman in green. Erik only shook his head as he overheard the conversations, not knowing that the mystery woman belonged to him.
“Man I wanna be like you when I grow up, E,” Christian, a young computer engineer, spoke.
“What you talking about Chris?” Erik questioned.
“You got fine ass bitches doing freaky deaky pop-ups to ya office.” Erik raised an eyebrow in amusement. He’d spoken with all of his wives at some point in the day and neither of them had mentioned stopping by.
“I’m married, young buck. Ain’t nobody popping up to my office.”
“Lie again,” Natalia, T’Challa’s assistant called out. “She’s in there now, dressed like she just left the pole.”
Erik was definitely intrigued now. Maybe it was Josephine. This type of thing was right up her alley… or possibly Bastion.
“What she look like?” He asked, adjusting his tie. Christian was quick to answer.
“She short, thick as fuck and she got black and green dreads.” Erik stopped him mid-sentence.
“Yes,” Natalia responded. Now he was pissed. Hennessy was still on her bullshit. It wasn’t like her to show up unannounced and she damn sure knew better than to show up wearing anything that showed off what belonged to him.
The sounds of Dej Loaf’s Me, You, and Hennessy reached Charlie’s ears just as her client was leaving.
“Wassup Thicc Mama?” Charlie called as she answered the Facetime call.
“You said call you when I made it to his office. Well, I’m here. His assistant said that he was in a meeting so I’m waiting for him.”
“Good. He’ll never know what hit him. And like I told you before, make him fuck you.”
“Oh I will, and you’ll be right here with me watching it all play out,” Hennessy stated as she placed her phone in the African-printed cupholder beside her. Her phone case blended effortlessly with the intricate designs of the cup, a gift from Shuri the last time she visited.
“Mute your phone, I can hear his voice in the hallway.”
“Yes King Hennessy,” Charlie teased before silencing her phone.
Erik’s jaw tightened he closer he, Natalia, and Chris got to his office. When they reached his door, he peeked through the small glass window. Sure enough, the First Lady sat her fine ass on his desk looking like a green goddess. His dick twitched at the sight of her, but he quickly regained his composure before turning to Natalia.
“Tell T’Challa I won’t be making it to our next few meetings. I have an unruly brat to tame.”
“I thought you said you were married,” Christian accused.
“I am, and that’s my wife,” Erik replied before opening the door and stepping in. He let down the dark blinds that covered the window before turning to the small woman.
“You must think you’re Julia Roberts or some shit,” he growled as he stepped closer to her.
“Nah, but I am a pretty woman,” she giggled.
He chuckled darkly as he closed the distance between them, stripping out of his suit jacket and tie along the way.
“What you doing here, Princess?” he asked as he continued forward.
“I came to collect what’s mine,” she replied looking up at him.
“I see you still on this King Hennessy bullshit. Need I remind you who Daddy is?”
“No, but I’m about to show you who Mama is,” she responded as she pressed a red bottom into his chest, effectively halting his movements. He bit his lip as he looked down at her foot and then back at her face. As the energy of the room shifted, she could’ve sworn she heard a faint whimper escape his lips. CHECKMATE.
“Hennessy,” he strained out trying his hardest to maintain control of the situation and failing quickly.
“Yes, Daka?” she purred in the innocent voice that always made his knees buckle.
“Fuck,” he whispered as he rubbed himself through his dress pants.
“Speak up, Daka. Mama can’t understand you when you mumble.”
“You playing a dangerous game, Hennessy,” he managed to growl once he regained his composure.
“I know I am, but unlike you, I’m going to win. On your knees.” He looked at her like she’d grown three heads.
“Charlie really got you feeling yourself, huh? Nah babygirl, I’m not getting on my knees for nobody.” Before he could process the action, her tiny hand connected with his face with a sharp smack before she soothed it with a gentle rub; just like Charlie taught her.
“I said on your knees and I won’t repeat myself.”
Charlie couldn’t believe her eyes. She was thankful that Hennessy decided to go play during lunch hour, that way she could enjoy the show without being interrupted by clients.
“That tiny freaking genius,” she whispered to herself as King Hennessy glared down at their husband. Slipping her airpods into her ears, she watched her phone screen with bated breath.
Erik reluctantly lowered himself to his knees, looking up at Hennessy with his signature predatory state.
“You heard me, N’Jadaka. Crawl to me like the dog you are,” Hennessy barked from her perch.
He kissed his teeth, but slowly began crawling the rest of the way the woman sitting on his desk.
“Good boy. You’re so cute when you behave, Daka,” she cooed as he reached the juicy meat of her thighs. He sat up on his knees, impatiently awaiting further instructions.
“What’s my name Daka?” she asked smoothly.
“Hennessy,” he stated pointedly.
“Oh this nigga wanna play hard. Break his ass, Henny,” Charlie yelled to her phone screen. She knew better than anyone how difficult Erik could be when someone else tried to take control. The small, full figured woman only chuckled before sliding off the desk. She grabbed him by his short dreads, pulling his head back so that he stared her in her eyes.
“What’s my name, Daka?” Hennessy asked for the second time. Erik couldn’t believe she’d put him in such a position, only having be dominated by Charlie when she was in King Jade mode. He bit the insides of his cheeks to conceal the moan that threatened to spill from the back of his throat.
“Fine, have it your way,” she stated letting go of his hair. “In the chair, now!” Erik stood slowly, taking his precious time walking to the chair behind his desk and taking a seat.
“Bratty ass,” Hennessy says.
“I learned from the best, Princess.”
“Oh this nigga BOLD bold,” Charlie says with a chuckle.
“All brats get tamed, Mr. Stevens. You sure you ready for that?”
“You might scare your sisterwives, but you don’t scare me, Mrs. Stevens,” he states confidently.
“Who said I wanted you to be scared, Daka? I just want you to learn some manners and address me correctly. Now I’m gonna ask you again, what’s my name?”
“Hen-nes-ssy,” he responds, emphasizing each syllable.
“Fine, have it your way,” she said, lowering herself to her knees. “Hands behind your head.” He happily obliged, eager to have her soft lips wrapped around his dick.
“HENNESSY!” Charlie screamed. She was on the edge of her seat watching as Henny undid Erik’s belt and freed his erection from his pants. She cursed loudly as Henny took Erik’s full length into her mouth, sucking him like he was her favorite lollipop.
“Weak ass! I knew she couldn’t hang,” Charlie growled. Just as she was about to end the call, Erik’s enraged snarl caught her attention.
“The fuck you doing?! Why you stop?!” he roared. Hennessy ignored his question as the cool metal of her tongue ring teased the head of his painfully hard member. He couldn’t wrap his mind around what was happening. She had already made him get on his knees and crawl to her, in his own damn office of all places, and he refused to hand over complete power to her in such a short amount of time.
“Baby please,” he begged as she slowly licked up and down his shaft. It took everything in him not to reach down and wrap her locs around his hand to guide her head the way he needed.
“Say my name.”
“I ain’t calling you that shit.”
With that, she lifted herself from the floor and slowly stripped out of her clothing. When she was done she was left standing before him in just her So Kates, her naked body shimmering gold from the few rays of sunlight that peeked through the blinds. The sight alone had his mouth watering and his dick twitching with excitement.
“Gahdamn baby,” he praised, as his left hand wrapped around his shaft, slowly stroking himself to relieve the pressure building.
“Did I say you could touch my dick, N’Jadaka?” He whimpered softly as he removed his hand, placing it back behind his head.
“Since you can’t follow directions, you don’t get to feel how wet this pussy is for you,” she states as she slowly struts towards him. With every step the evidence of her arousal catches the sunlight, making her inner thighs shine like diamonds.
“And that’s too bad because she’s soooo wet for you, Daka.” Erik bit his lip, looking up at her with pleading eyes as her soft hands rubbed down his textured chest. He was melting into her hands and was almost too far gone to care.
She placed her body back in its original place atop his desk spreading her legs so that each one rested on the arms of his chair.
That was all the instruction he needed before his face was buried between her thighs. Her loud moans bounced off the walls of his office as his tongue ventured deeper into her sex. He drank from her like a starved man in the desert, savoring her sweet taste with every lick. Her praises spurred him on and for the first time in his 32 years, he was about to cum without her doing a thing to him. She must’ve sensed this because she gripped his dreads and pulled his head up so that they stared one another in the eye.
“Say my name.” He bit his lip and cursed softly before mumbling a soft ‘King Hennessy”.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t catch that baby. Speak up,” she teased stroking his jaw with her thumb. He looked down at her throbbing core, wanting so desperately to be buried inside that he’d do or say whatever he needed to do so.
“King Hennessy,” he spoke again, this time with a little more bass in his voice.
“How was that so hard?” she teased. He kissed his teeth in annoyance before placing a trail of soft kisses up her thigh.
“So, King Hennessy.. Can Prince N’Jadaka bury this dick in that royal pussy?” She bit her lip and smirked down at him.
“I think that can be arranged.”
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Charlie watched in awe. Her baby girl had done it. She’d tapped into her inner dom tamed The Kompound’s biggest brat, a feat that only she had been able to successfully accomplish.
“Welcome to the ranks, King,” Charlie said, tilting her water bottle towards her phone screen.
Hennessy sat up from her position atop his desk satisfied with the way the day’s events played out. Erik returned to his leather office chair with his head resting on her soft breasts and his arms snaked around her waist.
“What’s my name, baby?” she asked, as she gently massaged his scalp.
“King Hennessy,” he responded without hesitation.
“Good Daddy. Someone wants to speak to you,” she called, reaching her hand behind her to retrieve her iPhone from its hiding spot on the desk. He lifted his head slowly, eyes still low from their previous activity. He adjusted his eyes to see Charlie staring back at him, grinning like the Cheshire Cat.
“Look at me. We are the captains now,” she gloated with a loud cackle.
“Whatever,” he pouted, burying his face deeper in Hennessy’s chest. “I guess there can be three kings in this castle.”
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