Plaything

Please Me, Baby!

Nikole

Ever since I've been testing his patience, pulling away every time he reached for me, and teasing him just enough to drive him crazy, I've missed being in his arms. I wanted to see how far I could push him before he snapped, but he’d been surprisingly good. No pressure, no demands — just waiting. Our relationship was becoming more complicated because I cared for him in a way I never expected. Tonight, I decided I’d reward him for his good behavior. He deserved it, and honestly, I missed him. I wanted him.

I hopped in my car and drove to his shop, feeling a little giddy. I didn’t tell him I was coming — I wanted it to be a surprise. But as I got closer, something felt off. His shop was open late, which wasn’t unusual, but there was a car parked out front that I didn’t recognize. I squinted, trying to make out the details through the fading daylight.

When I got out of the car, I walked up to the side entrance quietly. I heard voices — Jay’s deep, familiar tone mixed with a woman’s. I paused, listening in.

“C’mon, Jay,” the woman said, her voice laced with flirtation. “You can’t tell me you don’t miss us. We had something good.”

I frowned, leaning closer to the door, careful not to make a sound.

“That was a long time ago, Vanessa,” Jay said, sounding annoyed but not exactly dismissive. “I told you, I’m with someone now.”

“You sure about that?” she teased. "Because it seems like you’re still entertaining me. You didn’t have to let me come by.”

My heart dropped. He let her come by? Why?

Jay seemed to ignore her, but she wasn't letting up. She was obviously his ex or someone he had messed with in the past, but how long ago was that and why didn't tell me.

Before I could stop myself, I peeked through the small crack in the door. Vanessa was leaning against the hood of a car, looking up at Jay with a smirk on her face. She was pretty — light skin, long curls, wearing a tight little dress that left nothing to the imagination. And then it happened. She grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him down, and kissed him.

I expected Jay to push her away immediately, but he didn’t. He stood there, just a moment too long before he finally pulled back.

“Vanessa, stop,” he said, his voice firm now. “I told you it’s over.”

I didn’t hear the rest because anger exploded in my chest. He said I was the only one. So why the hell was she here? And why the hell didn’t he shove her off the second she touched him? He literally punched a man for touching me! I was beyond pissed. I shoved the door open, the loud bang echoing through the shop. They both turned, shocked expressions on their faces.

“Oh, so this is what we on now, huh?” I spat, storming towards them. “You got me out here looking stupid while you play around with your little side chick?”

“Nik, wait—”

“No, I ain’t waiting for s**t!” I snapped, turning my glare to Vanessa. “Who the hell do you think you are, kissing my man?”

Vanessa smirked, clearly enjoying the chaos. “Your man? Last I checked, Jay and I have history. I was just reminding him what he’s missing.”

I laughed bitterly, shaking my head. “Girl, you really think he wants your used-up ass? Look at you — desperate and clinging to something that’s dead and gone.”

Vanessa’s eyes narrowed, but I didn’t care. I was past the point of reasoning. I turned to Jay, who had the nerve to look guilty.

“You told me I was the only one,” I said, my voice low and dangerous. "So why the hell was she here? And why didn’t you push her away the second she kissed you?”

“I did push her away,” he said, his voice pleading now. “Nik, I told her to leave.”

“Yeah? Sure didn’t look like it from where I was standing,” I shot back. “You let her touch you. You let her kiss you. And you didn’t do anything about it.” It was then that I understood why he punched Rell in the face that night. That jealousy and some form of possessiveness seemed to take over me. I wanted to do the same to him and Vanessa.

Jay stepped towards me, but I held up my hand. “Don’t,” I warned. “Don’t you f*****g touch me.”

“You’re overreacting,” Vanessa chimed in with a smug smile. “Jay’s always gonna have a place for me in his heart. You’re just the flavor of the month, sweetie.”

I lunged at her, but Jay caught me around the waist, pulling me back. “Nik, stop,” he ordered, his voice sharp. “She’s trying to get a rise out of you.”

“Well, she got it!” I yelled, shoving at his chest. “You let her that close to you! You let this b***h walk into your shop and disrespect what we have. That’s on you!” My emotions was out of control and I hated it.

He gripped my arms, forcing me to look at him. “I’m not with her,” he said slowly, enunciating every word. “I’m with you. And I don’t want anyone else.”

“Then why was she here?” I demanded. “Why did you even let her in the door?”

“I made a mistake,” he admitted. “I shouldn’t have let her come. But I didn’t want to cause a scene in front of my employees. I was trying to get rid of her when you walked in.”

I searched his eyes, trying to find any trace of a lie. But all I saw was sincerity and a flicker of fear — fear that he might actually lose me.

Vanessa huffed, crossing her arms. “You’re really gonna pick her over me? After everything we had?”

Jay didn’t even look at her. His eyes were locked on mine. “I chose her a long time ago, Vanessa. And you need to leave.”

The finality in his voice seemed to hit her hard. She scowled, shooting me one last glare before turning on her heel and walking out of the shop. The door slammed shut behind her, leaving me and Jay standing there in tense silence.

I pulled away from him, still breathing hard. “I don’t know if I can trust you,” I said quietly. “You said I was the only one. But that… it didn’t feel like it.”

He stepped closer, cupping my face in his hands. “You are the only one, Nik. I swear to you, I’ll never let that happen again. I’ll do whatever it takes to prove it.”

I stared up at him, feeling the anger and hurt slowly start to fade, replaced by something even scarier-the realization that I still wanted him. That I wanted to believe him, even if every part of me was screaming to walk away. It easier to s*x with men that had no expectation, but this....this was new territory for me.

“You better,” I whispered. “Because if you don’t, I’m gone.”

Jay nodded, his grip tightening as if he was afraid I’d slip away. “I won’t give you a reason to go,” he promised. And when he kissed me, it wasn’t just a kiss. It was a plea, a vow, and I kissed him back, letting myself believe that maybe, he was telling the truth.

But I knew one thing for sure was that this wasn’t the end of us. It was just the beginning of a whole new test.

I didn’t want to cave. I really didn’t. After that stunt at the shop, I told myself I wasn’t going to let Jay off easy. He needed to feel what I was feeling — the sting of betrayal, the pit of doubt twisting in my stomach. So, I kept my distance. I didn’t answer his calls. I ignored his texts. I blocked him on everything but my mind, and no matter what I did, I couldn’t get him out of my head.

Every time I turned around, he was there in some way. The first day, a bouquet of roses showed up at my doorstep, wrapped in gold paper and tied with a velvet ribbon. I rolled my eyes but couldn’t stop the small smile that tugged at my lips as I read the card:

I’m sorry, baby. You’re the only one I want. — Jay

I tossed the roses in a vase, determined not to be swayed by his little gestures. But he wasn’t stopping there. The next day, Yasmine called me, her voice all excited.

“Girl, why the hell did a car service show up at my house talking about ‘compliments of Jay’?”

“What?” I frowned, sitting up straighter.

“Yeah, he sent a driver to take us both to this fancy-ass spa downtown. Massages, mimosas, the whole nine yards. I’m not mad at it, but what the hell did you do to this man?”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “He’s trying to get back in my good graces, that’s all.”

“Well, it’s working on me. s**t, you better forgive him if he’s out here spoiling me too.” I laughed at her. Yas always knew how to make me feel better.

“We’ll see.” The massages were perfect — hot stone, deep tissue, the kind that made you melt into the table. The whole time, I was trying to keep my guard up, telling myself not to fall for his little tricks. But it was getting harder and harder to stay mad when he was putting in so much effort to make it up to me.

The massages and mimosas were great. I felt relaxed. He texted me to make sure that everything was to my liking, but I only responded with one-worded answers.

And then he showed up at my door. I was in my apartment, curled up on the couch with a glass of wine, trying to focus on the movie playing on the screen when there was a knock. It was after 10 PM, and I wasn’t expecting anyone. My heart raced because I knew who it was before I even opened the door. Jay stood there, looking tired but determined. His usual confidence was gone, replaced by a vulnerability I’d never seen before. He stepped forward, and before I could say anything, he dropped to his knees right there in my doorway. I’ve never seen Jay so vulnerable and honestly that did it for me. I just didn’t want to tell him yet.

“Baby, please,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “I messed up. I shouldn’t have let her get that close. I should’ve turned her away the second she arrived at my shop, but I didn’t. And I’m sorry.”

I stared down at him, my resolve crumbling with every word. “That hurt me,” I whispered. “You made me feel like I was just another one of your women. I shouldn’t have been mad though. You did say I was your plaything. That was how we started out, right?”

“You’re not only that, you’re more than that,” he grabbed my hands and pressing them to his lips. “You’re the only one I want. I swear it. I haven’t looked at another woman since I met you, and I don't plan to.”

Tears pricked the back of my eyes, and I hated it. I’m not used to this and I hated how easily he could get to me. But seeing him like this, begging, pleading… I couldn’t fight it anymore. I pulled him up by the collar of his shirt, crashing my lips against his in a kiss that was more desperate than I intended. He kissed me back like a drowning man, gripping my waist like he was afraid I’d slip away.

“Prove it to me,” I whispered against his lips.

He nodded, breathless. “I’ll do any and everything to show you.”

I pushed him inside and slammed the door behind us. The chemistry between us was magnetic. I was usually the one who submitted, but tonight, I wanted control. I wanted to see him on his knees for me again. I tugged at his shirt, pulling it over his head. His chest heaved, muscles flexing under my touch. I pushed him onto the couch, straddling his lap. He was already hard, pressing against my thigh through his jeans.

“You’re mine,” I whispered, dragging my nails down his chest. “And you’re going to do whatever I say.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he breathed, his eyes dark with lust. He liked this side of me, and I was ready to give him everything.

I pulled back and slowly unbuttoned my blouse, letting it slide off my shoulders. His eyes followed my every move, like he was afraid to look away. I stood up and removed the rest of my clothes, leaving nothing but the lace panties I knew drove him wild.

“Get on your knees,” I commanded.

He dropped in front of me without hesitation, his hands sliding up my thighs. I rubbed my hand over the deep waves on his hair and dragged my hand down to cup his bearded face. This was more like me. Making men submit to me and not the other way around. Jay was so special to me that I allowed myself to be open to what he did. I loved it and I still want it, but tonight this was about me.

“Tell me who I am,” I demanded.

“You’re my everything,” he whispered. “You are my woman.”

I pushed his head down between my legs, moaning when his tongue met the thin lace barrier. He moved it out of the way and didn’t waste any time, licking and sucking on my c**t like his life depended on it. I gripped the back of the couch, rolling my hips against his face, chasing the pleasure that had been building up for weeks.

“Damn you do that so good,” I muttered. But I wasn’t going to give in just yet. I pulled away, smirking when he looked up at me, his lips glistening with my juices, his dark pupils blown wide with desire.

“You don’t get to make me c*m until I say so,” I taunted, stepping back. “Stand up.” In a way, I was torturing myself by not getting the release right away, but this was worth it. He followed commands well. He stood up, towering over me. I pushed him back onto the couch and unzipped his jeans, freeing his d**k. I wrapped my hand around him, stroking slowly, watching the way his head fell back, the way he bit his lip to keep from moaning. I pushed him into my mouth and I pushed down deeper, willing to take all of him. I darted out my tongue and licked on his balls before putting him back in my mouth. He attempted to grab me by the hair.

“Don’t touch me,” I ordered with a mouth full of him. He obeyed but he was holding back. I could tell by how hard he was getting that he was close to nutting. I slowly pulled back and looked him in the eyes.

“You’ve been good,” I said softly. “So I’m gonna let you have me. But you’re not in control tonight. I am.”

He nodded, barely able to form words. “Yes, baby. Whatever you want.”

I climbed on top of him, sliding down onto his length slowly, torturing us both. He gripped my hips, but I smacked his hands away.

“Don’t touch,” I warned. “Keep your hands to yourself.”

He groaned, his knuckles turning white as he gripped the couch instead. I started moving, rolling my hips, setting a slow, punishing rhythm. He watched me, eyes locked on mine, like he couldn’t look away if he tried.

“f**k, babe,” he panted. “You feel so good.”

“Good,” I breathed, leaning down to kiss him. I moved faster, grinding against him, taking what I wanted, and he let me. He didn’t try to take control, didn’t demand anything. He just gave himself over to me completely. “Now you can make me c*m,” I mumbled in between kisses. He got in a better angle and lift his hips to thrust in and out of me. He was hitting a spot that caused me to grip his shoulders. The whole time he didn’t touch me. See that’s why I’m obsessed with him. When I finally let myself come, I cried out his name, clenching around him, and that was his undoing. He spilled into me, his grip bruising my hips, his face buried in my neck. I stayed on top of him, both of us breathing hard, tangled together. For the first time, it felt like we were truly equal — both vulnerable, both raw.

“I love you,” he whispered against my skin.

I stiffened, pulling back to look at him. He stared up at me, eyes full of something I hadn’t seen before..longing.

“You don’t have to say it back,” he added quickly. “I just needed you to know. ”

I cupped his face, brushing my thumb over his cheek. “Okay,” I said, but the smile I gave him was softer than I intended.

Maybe I wasn’t ready to say it yet. But I was starting to feel it too.