Plaything

Raggedy Piece of Sugar Honey Ice Tea

Nikole

“f**k!” I slammed my fist on the horn, blasting the sound as if I was honking at traffic. I have an interview in two hours and my car won’t start. Raggedy piece of s**t! I worked hard at my last job before they laid me off. The unemployment office didn’t approve me because I wasn’t at the last job long enough. It seemed like it was one thing after another. I called my best friend, Yasmine, but she picked up a shift at the hospital and wasn't able to make it.

I’m not mad..We don’t miss money. At least I'm not trying to.

I tried to call the towing company hoping that they would help me. He told me it was going to take about an hour and a half because they were tied up. I needed to figure it out. I opened up my phone and searched online for a mobile mechanic. There were many companies that were available but wanted upfront payments. I closed the app and went to social media. I made a post asking for any mobile mechanics and there were several responses in the comments. I selected a few and just like the internet, they wanted payment upfront.

At this point, I was going to walk. I needed this job. I was about to close the app when a new comment appeared. Jay Mobile on The Go was the name of the page.

I’m available and we can work out a plan after I diagnose it.

My lips curved upwards as I responded. Thank you.

Here’s my number, text me. They responded and I immediately texted the number.

Me: Hey, I’m Nik. Thank you so much for your help.

Mechanic: Hey, Nik. I’m Jay. I’ll be there in twenty minutes. You can ride in the tow truck with me.

Me: Okay, sounds good.

I leaned back and let out a breath. I wasn’t sure how long this would take but hopefully, it wouldn’t be long. Time seemed to be moving slowly, which was good in this case. It gave me more time to figure how I’m getting to this interview. After fifteen minutes, I was about to get out when a midnight black heavy-duty wrecker pulled up. It was sleek with its custom paint job. The glossy, deep black had subtle metallic flakes that shimmered in the sunlight.

A man got out and turned to walk towards me. It had to be Jay. He was tall, standing about 6’2” and looked to be in his early thirties. His skin was a warm deep chocolate tone that glistened slightly with a sheen of sweat, probably from hours spent working on cars. He got a fresh lineup, with a neatly trimmed fade that emphasized his strong jawline. His hair was short, tightly coiled and faded cleanly into his thick, but well-groomed beard.

His deep brown eyes stopped me in my tracks and held me in a trance I didn’t want to get out of. They seemed intense and kind of mysterious. He’s wearing a white t-shirt that’s slightly fitted against his muscular frame. It’s smudged with oil stains, which I somehow found very attractive. Dark jeans hung low but was not showing his boxers. They were also covered in oil stains.

“Nik?” He spoke. His voice is deep, like the low rumble of an engine. It has a slight rasp.

“Yeah. Thank you so much for coming. You’re really saving me right now.”

“Ahh, it’s no problem. "Glad I can help,” he smiled. Those gorgeous white teeth! This fine man would come help me, and I'm out here looking like an usher that's about to attend a church meeting. “I’ll let you get out, and then I hook the car up.”

“Thank you again.” I got out and Jay began to go to work. I watched him, observing how his muscles contracted as he hooked the car to the compartments of his tow truck. He walked to the passenger side and opened the door, letting me in. I have no shame when I say that I’ve been with different men in the past, but it was something about him that made me want to chase him instead of being chased. He seemed cool, calm, and collected, but there’s another side of him that he doesn’t just show anyone. We drove off and I looked out of the window, unsure of what to say. This wasn't me. I'm not quiet. I’m usually the one taking the lead, but right now, I can't even think of anything to spark a conversation.

He’s just a man, I reminded myself. Start slow and simple.

“So, how long have you been fixing cars?”

“s**t, damn near all of my life,” he responded. I nodded my head. “I’m just talking. Since I was thirteen,” he smiled.

I finally looked over at him. “And how old are you now?”

“Thirty three. You?”

“Twenty nine.”

His lips turned upward. “Oh okay. So what happened to your car?”

I smirked at him. “Isn’t that your job to find out.”

Jay laughed, fully laughed and it made me feel some type of way. Not in a bad way, just unexplainable. “You're right. I’m just asking what you were doing before it went out.”

“Oh. I was on my way to a job interview. I’ve had the car for a while now and I’m hoping to get a new one eventually. One of my dream cars is an Audi S8. I want it to be a midnight blue that almost looks black.” That's been my dream car since I first saw it at an autoshow earlier this year.

“Okay, I like Audi. Anywhere in particular?” he wondered as he briefly gazed over me.

“I haven’t really looked. Why? You know anyone in particular?”

There’s that smile again. “I do."

My eyes perked up in excitement, even if I wasn't able to afford it right now. "Really? Who?"

"Me. I fix and sell cars.” Okay, maybe my luck will turn around, I thought to myself. Jay turned right at a light before driving another half-mile. He turned again and then we pulled up to his shop. The building was masculine, of course. Dark blue paint was covering the building with the name of his shop painted in black and white. Lowkey, it was nice. He unlocked his door and let me inside the waiting area while he got the car settled. I asked him for a charger and he let me use one of his work ones. I used that time to call the recruiter and let her know what had happened. Thankfully, she allowed me to reschedule. Maybe they were really desperate, or they really liked my resume. Either way, I was happy about the possibility of having a new job. I sat there scrolling through my phone, watching so many different videos on social media. I could hear the sound of the ratchet clicking and drilling faintly. I was deeply into a video and I didn’t realize that he was standing in front of me. I put my phone down and looked up at him. I had to mentally shake away at the scene I was imagining: me pulling his pants down and taking him in my mouth while staring up at him. He looked down at me as if he was imagining the same thing. The way his eyes flickered as if he was trying to control the desire that was brewing.

“Your transmission went out and you needed an oil change,” he cleared his throat. “So I took the trans out and I’ll check tomorrow to see if I can find another one for your car.”

“Okay. So how much will this cost me?”

“For the oil change, eighty dollars. The transmission plus labor, you’re looking at about four thousand dollars.”

Dammit! I don’t have four thousand dollars! I just paid my rent and bought new tires for that car. “Okay, I’m going to be honest. I don’t have that kind of money right now. I have a few hundred dollars on me that I can give you at least until I start working. That’s why I was trying to get to that interview. Is there something we can work out?”

“Yeah, I have financial options.”

I nodded my head. “Okay. How much per month?”

“Well it’s four thousand over a three month time period, so, that’s a little over thirteen hundred a month,” he answered.

FML, man. “I'm guessing you missed the part where I said I only have a couple of hundreds. I can’t afford that right now. Is there anything else I can do?”

“Tell you what, keep the car here until you can come up with the money.”

I nodded my head. “Jay, I really appreciate you coming to get me, but I need a car to get back and forth between interviews and running my errands and ride shares cost an arm and a leg.”

Jay cleaned his hands at the sink. “I get it. That’s why I don’t mind you leaving your car here. What about a rental?”

I leaned back and crossed my legs, revealing a little more of my thigh than necessary. "I won't have enough for the number of days I may need it."

Jay turned towards me and raised an eyebrow. “If you think flirting with me is going to get your car fixed, then you are sadly mistaken. Do you know how many women do this to me?”

I pushed myself up out of the chair, making sure I got as close to him as possible. I didn’t give a damn about the dirt and motor oil all over his clothes. I had a purpose and I needed to do what I had to do to get what I needed. “I’m not them,” I said confidently. “Now, there has to be something we both can work out.”

He let out a breath and I could see the confliction in his eyes. He leaned back against his workbench, crossing his muscular arms. “I’m sorry, Nik. I’m not one of these hood mechanics. I’m legit and I don’t mix business with pleasure. If you don’t have the money, then you can’t get your car fixed. Simple as that. Now I said you can keep it here, but I won’t touch it until you pay me.”

I bit my lip, glancing at my car that’s already taken apart. I was desperate and I could only offer him the one thing that men would not be able to resist.

“What if I offered you… something else?” My voice was lower, almost a whisper. He was already driving a hard bargain and I didn’t know what else to do. To my surprise, Jay's eyes darken, the tension between them tightening like a coiled spring. He steps closer, close enough for me to feel the heat of his body.

“Like what?” He tilted my chin up with a rough, calloused hand. It was warm and I subconsciously leaned into it. “Be specific, Nik. If you’re going to proposition me, I want to hear you say it.”

My pulse raced, but I held his gaze. I’m offering myself. My body. For the labor and parts. After all, it is just business.”

A slow smile spreads across Jay’s lips. He drags a thumb across my lower lip, causing me to react. “You know. I have to admire you for your determination. But you have no idea what you’re getting into.”

I shivered under his touch but didn't pull away. “I know that I’m willing to do anything to have my car up and running again.”

Jay stepped back. “You think it’s that easy? That I’d just f**k you and call it even?”

For the first time, I’m unsure where this would go. I swallowed hard before answering the question. “If that’s what it takes. I really don’t have a lot of options here.”

He shook his head, laughing darkly. “No.”

“Why? Afraid that you’ll actually like it. All of this is business. The pleasure is an added bonus in business.”

Jay pushed out a breath. “You just don’t give up, do you?”

“Nope,” I answered.

His hands circled my waist and I knew I had him. “If I do this, it’s on my terms. You give me your body, I’m not just going to f**k you. I’m going to own you, starting tonight. You’ll do everything I say, without question.”

My breath was caught in my throat, but I nodded my head. “Okay.” I knew how to be submissive, especially when it benefitted me the most.

Jay’s demeanor shifted, as if I woke up a beast that he tamed long ago. Maybe this was a side he kept hidden. With his expression hardening, he grabbed my wrist, tugging me towards the back of the garage where his sturdy work table stood.

“I can tell that you are one of those women who love to be in control. You’re used to men chasing you and you getting what you want. This time, you’re going to learn what it means to submit,” he ordered. He spun me around, pressing my chest down against the cold surface. “Hands flat. Don’t move.”

I obeyed, my heart pounding so loudly I could hear it echo in my ears. My p***y was so wet as I felt the roughness of his hands on my body. He pushed my skirt up, exposing my bare thighs. He let out a low growl as his fingers traced the edges of my thongs.

“From this day going forward, you are my plaything to do as I please when I please until your debt is paid off. Do you understand?” He gripped my ass, his nails almost digging into the skin.

“Yes.” I was playing my role well.

He pulled my panties down, his fingers skimming over my p***y. “You’re already wet for me. You like this, don’t you? You like the idea of being at my mercy?”

My response was a strangled moan as he slid two fingers inside me without warning. I can't lie, he's not what I expected at all. I moved against his hand, but he held me down firmly, controlling my movements. Hell yeah, I loved this. No other men had this much control over me sexually. I think I met my match with Jay. He smacked my ass with his other hand.

“Stay still and take it.” I bit my lip, fighting to keep from crying out as he sets a relentless pace. It’s overwhelming, the sensation of his fingers curling inside me, the sharp sting of his hand spanking my ass again and again. My body felt like it was on fire, every nerve lit up under his touch. I was on edge and I wanted to come.

“I can feel your walls tightening. Do you want to come?” he asked, his lips brushing the shell of my ear.

“Yes,” I moaned, my voice barely a breath.

“Too bad,” his voice was low and deep. He withdraws his fingers, leaving me empty and aching. He grabbed me by my hair, tugging my head back to look up at him. “I'll decide when you come. Remember that.”

Oh, f**k yes! This was it. He ruined me for any other man, and he hadn’t even put his d**k in me yet.

I nodded frantically, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes from the intensity. “Please…”

Jay chuckled, the sound was dark, dangerous, and sexy ass hell. “You’re learning fast, mama.”

He unzipped his jeans, freeing himself, and positioned the head of his staff at my entrance. He paused, making me feel every second of anticipation. It was driving me mad. I wanted him so badly.

“Last chance, Nik. We can stop now, or you’re mine. Your choice?”

I looked back at him. “I’m yours.”

He slammed into me in one hard thrust, ripping a scream from my lips as I clutched the edge of the table. He doesn’t give me time to adjust, setting a punishing rhythm that had me sobbing with pleasure. This man knew what he was doing. Every thrust knocks the breath out of me, and I couldn’t tell where the pain ended and the pleasure began. But I loved it.

“Good mama,” he growls, his hand snaking around to my throat, squeezing just enough to make me dizzy. “You’re taking me so well.”

Oh, he was singing my praises, and it only made me hornier. I was on the edge, my body strung tight, but I held back, waiting for his permission. It was a torture I didn’t know I would crave. My legs shook, and the pressure was right at the tip of my c**t. He forward and whispered with that low and deep voice as he continued to stroke me.

"c*m for me, mama." His command didn't leave any room for me to deny him. The orgasm rips through me, blinding and all-consuming. I shattered beneath him, screaming his name as he drove into me one last time, spilling himself deep inside me.

We were both panting, but we stayed in that position for a moment longer. Jay slid out slowly, turning me around to face him. He cups my face in his hands, surprising me with the gentleness of the gesture. This man was just a beast with me and now he’s being sweet. Did I have s*x with Dr. Jekyl or Mr. Hyde?

“You did well,” he said softly, brushing a thumb over my cheek.

I leaned into his touch, my body limp and sated. “Does this mean you’ll fix my car?

Jay laughed, a deep, rumbling sound. “Consider it taken care of. But this?” He dragged a finger down my neck. “This was just the beginning.”

I met his gaze, a spark of defiance still in my eyes. “Good. Because I want more.”

He grinned, but there was something so erotic about it. “Oh, you’ll get more. Just know that you are now mine.”