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CHAPTER 44
 
“T
hat grimy muthafucka!”
Barron had sent Carla home in a limo so he could spend the night wildin’ out in his suite, and as soon as she was gone he grabbed a bottle of Crown Royal from his private stock and chugged that shit down like it was warm water.
There was no way in hell his mother should’ve gotten a copy of that DNA report. No way! He’d made a deal with the fat-headed dude who worked at the lab, and not only did that bastard cross him up by not sending him a negative report like he was supposed to, that fool had faxed a copy of the
real
report to Selah and blew Barron’s whole shit up in the air!
Barron felt like he was still playing college football. Rage and aggression were coming out of his pores and he wanted to tear some shit up. He sat in his room and drank until the sun came up, just a’ counting the minutes until the DNA lab opened. He was gonna go down there and bitch-slap him a nigga named Kelvin Merchant, so that fat-ass fucka just better be ready!
 
The lab had just opened and Kelvin sat at the front counter trying hard not to squirm. He had to pee real bad but his dick was sore and he didn’t wanna touch it, not even to aim it down into the toilet. All morning long he had been reliving his deliciously agonizing memories of his hot night with Bunni. She was a brutal hood bitch. He could still see the vicious look on her face as she inserted his meat in his favorite torture grinder and then ass-mugged him for almost two hours straight.
His dick got hard just thinking about it and Kelvin moaned. After a night like that an erection was the last thing he needed. All that hot blood rushing to his dick, stretching the tender, brutalized skin ... . He just couldn’t help it. He reached under his desk and gripped his wood, wincing as intense pain wrapped around sensual pleasure and shot straight through him. Hell yeah, he was a pain slut. Agony was his eroticism, and he had finally found someone who was willing to hurt him bad enough to make it feel good.
Closing his eyes, Kelvin stroked himself on the sly. He gripped his dick in his fist and squeezed as hard as he could. He damn-near shot off and passed out at the same time from the sheer erotic torture that was radiating through him, and he smiled and sighed as his entire body tingled with joy.
“What the
fuck
is your fat ass grinning about?”
“Oh!” Kelvin’s eyes flew open as he wobbled on his stool. “Excuse me, sir! How can I help ...” His words trailed off as he stared at the tall black man with the killer glare in his red eyes. Dude looked like he’d been out drinking all night, and his whole grill was twisted and scary. “Oh, Mr. Dominion ... I didn’t know you were coming by—”
“Get ya fuckin’ ass outside!” Barron Dominion grabbed him up in his collar and yanked him off his feet. The front counter was the only thing standing between them, and Barron kept him yoked up as Kelvin stumbled down the length of the long counter until they were standing face to face.
“We had a
deal
, muh’fucka!” Barron barked and pushed him out the front door. He grabbed Kelvin’s fat neck and slammed him up against the side of the building, then dug his thumb deep into the meat of Kelvin’s beefy throat.
“What the fuck did I pay your fat ass ten grand for?” Barron thrust a powerful right fist into Kelvin’s soft gut, then bitch-slapped him hard upside his head.
“W-w-wait!” Kelvin stuttered as he reached out to protect himself. His fat arms flailed and his enormous belly jiggled. “I c-c-couldn’t do anything! It wasn’t even me who ran the test! I swear!”
Barron snatched him in his collar again and slammed his head up against the concrete wall. Rage exploded in his eyes and Kelvin thought dude was about to butt him in the forehead, but Barron lowered his aim and drilled him hard in the nose instead.
Hot blood spurted everywhere. “
Ohh
!” Kelvin shrieked and clutched his nose. He liked pain, but not like this!
Barron cursed and slapped the shit out of him again. He gripped Kelvin’s throat between his strong fingers like he was going to rip his Adam’s apple out, and then he deep drilled him in the gut so hard that vomit splashed out of the fat man’s mouth.
“I oughta
kill
your stupid ass!” Barron spit as he let loose with a barrage of hard punches to Kelvin’s chest and gut. “You fucked shit up! I should
smash
your stupid ass!”
Kelvin cried as he balled up the best he could and trembled in fear. Mr. Dominion
was
drunk. He was crazy as hell too. Getting his dick ripped by a chick in heels was one thing, but having an ex-football player busting him all in his grill was something else.
“How the fuck did my mother get that fax?” Barron panted when he finally stopped punching the man. “Huh? How did she get it when I paid your dumb ass ten fuckin’ grand to send me a negative report?”
Kelvin babbled and whimpered like a submissive little bitch. “I swear, Mr. Dominion. There was nothing I could do! My supervisor faxed your mother the report! She came in extra early that day, and by the time I got here it was already done!”
He couldn’t believe it when Barron Dominion turned him loose and took a few steps back. Barron was a tall, athletic man, and he had the kind of body that Kelvin had always wanted but would never get, no matter how hard he tried. He could tell Barron wanted to fuck him up real good again, and he watched the man struggle to get his rage under control. He watched him lose the battle too.
“
Umph!
” Kelvin shrieked as Barron’s fist brutalized his nose again. He heard the crack as his bone broke, but before his mind could register it, Barron’s other fist caught him under the chin and snapped his head back on his neck.
“You’s a lucky muthafucka,” Barron breathed as he watched the fat man slide down to the ground. “You’re real fuckin’ lucky. ’Cause I feel like killing your ass.”
“God!” Kelvin sniffed. “I think you broke my nose!”
“Good. You better not cash my check neither, muthafucka or I’ll be back to break your ass next time.”
Kelvin cupped his hand under his nose as a steady stream of blood flowed from his nostrils. He peered through terrified eyes as Barron strode over to his fancy white car and climbed inside. He crouched there shaking, knowing his nose was terribly broken but happy as hell that his teeth hadn’t been kicked in too.
But Barron was right about one thing. Kelvin
was
real lucky. Because late last night, right before she had locked his dick in a spiked clamp and tied a blindfold over his eyes, Bunni had told him that her friend Mink was gonna tear him off a cool five grand in sweet cash. It was gonna be his reward for hooking her up with a positive DNA analysis that matched the sample they had on file for Sable Dominion.
Kelvin flung the warm blood from his hand as he crawled back inside the building to take care of his busted nose. This was the last time he was gonna do business with those goddamn Dominions. He was gonna tear up the check that crazy Barron had written him for ten thousand dollars, but he was damn sure gonna keep the money he got from Bunni’s friend, whether he had earned it or not. The moment she handed it over that money was going right into his vacation account. There was a pain-fest kicking off in Sweden in just a few months, and Kelvin planned on being there!
CHAPTER 45
 
“G
irl yo’ ass is a goddamn Domino now!” Bunni raised her shot glass of fuzzy balls in the air tryna come at me for a toast.
“
Dominion
,” I corrected her, and clinked my glass of coconut Bacardi against hers. “I’m a Dominion now.”
“Yeah! What the fugg I said!” she said and slurped from her glass so hard the brown liquid spilled over and soaked her hand. That cracked her up. “You see what a rich Domino bitch just made me do?”
Ever since Selah had announced the results of the DNA test we had been flying real high, and tonight Dane had invited everybody out to a bar in Dallas so we could celebrate, and of course Barron and Pilar were the two who didn’t show up. Not that I gave a damn. I figured they were somewhere together fuckin’ like rabbits, which was way cool with me.
Bunni was just a little bit too lifted over the twenty-five grand she had gotten as a reward for finding me, but I was feeling myself too. That little piece of paper from the lab had been the knock-out punch of the decade, and I was walking around poppin’ my collar and feeling like I was entitled to a slice of everybody’s pie.
Our New York asses had dug in real deep and comfortable at the mansion during our last few days there, and we had been ordering food and drinks to our rooms and running those servants up and down the stairs like crazy.
We’d gone on a shopping spree earlier, and Dane and Jock had carried mad packages as they followed us around in the bougie white people’s mall called NorthPark Center. It seemed like the Dominions had an account at every high-end store up in that bitch!
“Just put this on the Dominion account,” I had grinned and told the store clerks left and right. All Dane had to do was show his ID and sign a form, and them clerks got to serving my hood-ass like I was a rich little princess!
“Don’t worry,” I told Dane a couple of times. “I’ll pay it back outta my inheritance money.”
Being New Yorkers, me and Bunni were no strangers to dropping big bank on some real lovely gear. We had done it countless times before, so it wasn’t like we got all ga-ga over all the expensive shit we were trying on and picking up off the racks. But to actually walk in a store and buy any damned thing we wanted without plopping down a dime was just amazing.
I planned to be real careful though. I knew a hundred grand wasn’t gonna last but so long. And with Gutta coming home for his twenty-five large and a warrant that was about to be hanging over my head back in New York, I was gonna have to be watchful about how I dished off my cash. But I wasn’t tryna worry about none of that be-good shit tonight because my little rich ass was too busy celebrating!
“So what’s your next move?” Dane asked me as we wilded out at the bar and tossed back shots. Fallon was in a booth with her stud chick, Freddie, all deep in a conversation. Jock was on the dance floor dry-fuckin’ Bunni, and if watching his little brother humpin’ on his squeeze pressed Dane out, he damn sure didn’t show it. “You’re family now, so are you gonna stay here in Texas with us or what?”
I almost choked on my rum.
“Are you kidding me? No, no, no!” I wheezed. My eyes burned and I coughed up tiny sprinkles of liquor. Hell nah I wasn’t staying in no damn Texas! Selah had told Barron to open me up a bank account and deposit my birthday money in it, and as soon as I got my bank card I was out! The first thing I was gonna get was two one-way plane tickets—one for me and one for Bunni. We were going home, and we were flying first class all the way too.
“Remember,” I hit Dane with the same lie that I had told Selah, “I was only planning on staying down here for one day! It’s been two weeks now, and I really need to get back home. My job, my school, my aunts ...” I was lying like hell ’cause I didn’t have none of that to go home to. “I can’t just leave my life floating all up in the air like that. I gotta get back to New York and take care of my bizz.”
“I feel ya,” Dane said as he packed another blunt with yay and held it under the counter while he rolled it. “But while you’re gone you better be thinking hard on that trust fund, ya feel me? If Pop doesn’t wake up soon then Barron’s gonna take over the company. And if that fool gets the key to the safe where the
real
money is waiting, then you and me both are gonna be ass out.”
 
“Welcome to the family.” Uncle Suge walked up behind me and kissed me on the cheek. He left his lips on me for about two seconds too long, and when he pulled away he let them kinda drag across my skin.
I turned around and grinned at his sexy ass.
“Sorry I’m late to your party. But I did bring you something.” His hands were empty but his sexy-ass eyes were full of fun.
“What? You got me a present? I love presents! Where is it?”
He nodded toward the door. “In my truck.”
I tossed back my drink and licked my lips. “Well what you waitin’ for, Big Daddy? Leggo!”
I ran outside and squealed as I jumped up in his big old truck and wiggled my ass around on all that soft leather.
“What you get me?” Being so close to him had me turned the hell on, and as bad as my na-na was leaking I was scared I was gonna leave a puddle on his fly leather upholstery.
He pushed a button and his glove box popped open. I held my breath as he reached inside and took out a silver box that was tied with a tiny pink bow.
“Welcome to the family,” he said and passed it to me.
I pried the top off the box and stared at the prettiest pair of diamond earrings I had ever seen! They looked like a pair I had lusted after in Tiffany’s but could never get up enough dough to buy. Those babies glinted and sparkled and shined like mad in the darkness of his whip.
I threw my arms around his neck.
“Thank you, Uncle Suge! These suckers are hot as hell!”
“These suckers are too,” he said as his big hands slid up my sides and gripped my titties. Our little game was over and I loved that shit. Wasn’t nothing timid about the way he jumped on me. He didn’t ask for no permission ’cause he knew he didn’t need none.
He attacked my lips and ate them shits like they were steaks. His tongue busted up in my mouth like it was a landlord and I was late on the rent. I moaned as he took charge and handled my ass.
Uncle Suge was damn sure sugaring me up right. He had me dripping. I reached in his lap and felt that bulge thumpin’ in his pants and my nookie got wet and wild. I turned away from him and backed up halfway in his lap as I banged my plump ass up against his bulge and slid it from side to side.
“Ride ’em, cowgirl,” he growled in my ear, and the next thing I knew my little dress was hiked up in the back and Suge had scooped open both of my ass cheeks and lifted me dead on his lap so we could play pony.
“Yeah, ass high, legs wide! That’s how we like ’em down here!”
This fool was good. He rested my little frame on his forearms and pushed his meat into an extra-large rubber, then he slid one hand under my thong and the other one slid right up in my pussy.
He started gently glidin’ two fingers up and down both sides of my clit with a bangin’ rhythm. I arched back against his massive chest and let my juices flow. He took his fingers out and lifted me up slightly, then brought me down on his monster dick, holding me over him while he eased that pulsating hot thang into me inch by inch.
It was all I could do not to flip out in his grip. With both my hands, I reached back and popped buttons off as I ripped his shirt open. He scooted out from behind the steering wheel and helped me spin around.
Once I was facing him, I bent my knees so he could lower me up and down on his lap. I felt like we were on a trampoline the way he bounced that dick around in my coochie. We was fucking rough-neck style all the way, and his windows was getting foggy like a muthafucka!
“Let me hit that oil, baby!” Suge grunted. He slammed up into me and drilled my pussy until I was just about to come, and then he lifted me off him and pushed me down on the bench seat with my legs gapped wide open.
He threw my legs over his shoulders and lifted my hips in the air, then he dove down and put my explosion point directly in his face. His lips covered my clit and he sucked it and rolled it around on his tongue. We were in oil country, and Suge slurped my gushy up like it was some sho nuff bubbling crude.
“
Yummm
, Miss Mink,” he pussy-mumbled, “I’d stick my whole head up this fine ass of yours if I could!”
I grabbed the back of his neck and he started mushing his tongue in and out of me like an accordion. I pointed my feet up in the air and hollered as I busted my nut, and after licking my na-na up like his tongue was a wet washcloth, Suge climbed on top of me and pumped me real hard until he busted himself one too.

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