"Cause you keep me coming back for more

And I feel a little better than I did before"

~If I Never See You Face Again (Maroon 5 ft Rihanna)

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Ken stayed the night at Bae’s apartment. An okay-enough studio with a decent view of the very side of a creepy-looking apartment building next door. The sun could barely get inside the damn place. Ken was certain this explained a lot on why Bae would constantly have sinus issues, not that he even needed to. His family was loaded, mostly by his mother’s side.

“When did you say you’re going to find somewhere else to live again?”

“You were offered a live-in job to the more residential areas, in a damn mansion at that. Don’t start knit picking after spending one night here, Kenyatta. I ain’t in the mood.”

Ken tossed his hands up in the air in a form of surrender as he backed himself to the kitchen and went in the fridge, “you really went for my government name? What’s got your briefs in a bunch?”

“The internet was fucking down for a whole fucking week! So you know I missed out on a lot of work man. I don’t get paid for missed days. Not even when I get sick. So right now I’m trying to get on track. And I have to do some assignments in a few for the online graphics classes I’m taking.” He rambled typing away at his laptop as he remained seated in his bed.

Ken rolled his eyes at that having a bottle of water in his hand as he closed the refrigerator, “I could do the assignments or even the job for you. If you don’t wanna ask, that’s fine. I’m offering.”

“It’s fine man. Just sit and look pretty or whatever. I want to do this on my own.”

This slightly irked Ken, “sit and look pretty? Seriously, Bae? Out of all things to say to me, you say that.”

“Relax, Kenyatta. I didn’t mean it like that.” He blew out, still typing away at his laptop, “you despise being referred to as a girl, but you prance around like one. So why are you mad? You were born to be one anyway. You got the boobs to prove it.”

Ken’s mouth went to open and answer that, but his phone rang out, cutting him off instead. After he checked the caller ID, he answered, “good morning, Miss White… I’m still thinking… Sure, I could stay till Friday… I’ll be over… No, I can take—… Okay, I’ll wait. I’ll send the address… Yes, see you then.”

“You know… Bernice White is super hot. I’d kiss her shoe soles.” Bae declared finally tearing his eyes away from the laptop screen.

Ken rolled his eyes at that then put his phone on speaker. Bernice’s voice came out strong and sweet, “thank you, Bae. I’m going to marry someone like you in the future.”

“Someone like me or me?” Bae asked slyly.

This had Niecy laugh, “I don’t know yet. Feel free to visit again. But let me know, so I can hide my shoes.”

“No promises, Miss White!”

“Remember to send the address, Kenya.” She laughed.

Nodding Ken typed away at his phone screen, “I just sent it.”

“Okay, Landon will be there in a few. Bye, Bae!”

“Goodbye you beautiful, sweet toothache of a black goddess.” Bae chef kissed his fingers as he went back to his typing work. The phone was hung up even before then, so when he spoke Bernice heard nothing, “come to think about it, Miss White is your type. Are you going to try flirting with her?”

“Kinda already did when I was washing the dishes. She didn’t fight it at all. But otherwise, I’m not pursuing. She’s married and Aiden likes me. I’m not there to sexually indulge in his mother. I promised the kid I’d be there for him and her in a platonic way.”

Bae scoffed, “that’s a toxic ass marriage and I’ve only been there for breakfast. Her husband gives me wolf vibes.”

“Of course he does.”

“I’m serious, man. I caught him looking at your ass and he did the same with Leanna and Miss White. He can act his ass off though. I can give him that. But Miss White deserves good sex and someone to treat her hard working self like a Queen.”

“I’m not listening to this. I’m gonna wait for Landon outside.” Ken went for the door but was stopped by Bae, who coughed out, “dick print!”

Looking down to his big bulge, he sighed running his hand through his long hair, “okay, so super cold shower, gaff then wait for Landon to pick me up.”

Bae snapped his fingers and gave a knowing point to the bathroom’s direction, which Ken nodded and followed.

***

“Can I ask you something?” Bernice wondered as she plopped herself to sit beside Ken in the couch. When he gave a nod, she sighed, “why do you think men cheat? And no I’m not saying women don’t cheat either, but from what I know it’s always them.”

Shrugging, Ken slouched in his seat with his hands shoved in his pocket, “men are stupid and take advantage of what they have, but won’t appreciate until it’s too late. Is this about Gio?”

“I see you don’t like him.” Bernice pointed out seeing as Kenya didn’t address her husband by his surname, “no one in my family does. Which is kinda why my mother doesn’t talk to me and Lea’s the only one trying to talk me out of the marriage.”

“I understand that.” Ken stated, recalling what Bae said earlier about Gio. He wasn’t too sure if he was suppose to say something to her or not especially since he hadn’t witnessed what his best friend said himself. It felt wrong knowing such information whilst the wife sat beside him. Would it be fine if he told her? Maybe it wouldn’t be such a good idea since he liked her.

The overthinking was evident on his face in that moment, it caused Niecy to frown and reach for his hand giving it a gentle squeeze to have him look at her, “is there something you want to tell me?”

“I—… honestly… I don’t think I should say.” He told her admittedly. When he felt her hold on his fingers tighten, he met her doe-ish gaze and sighed, “Miss White… I really don’t wanna say nothing.”

“Please, Kenyatta?” she unconsciously pouted, pulling his hand into her lap, “if it’s bad I’d like to know. Maybe it will make me feel less guilty about going to a BDSM club while pregnant to cheat on my husband this Friday.”

An eyebrow drew up at that, “you’re not talking about your husband’s club, Heat, right?”

“Well, technically, it’s mine. My stepfather left it in my name as well as the modelling agency before he died, but I’ve been busy working on Kulture to pay it much mind, so he caters to it from time to time. The hotel is what’s his.” She explained as she leaned over to Ken, “now tell me. What are you hiding?”

Ken bit on his lower lip at this and inwardly groaned at how cute Bernice looked peering her eyes up at him like that, her lip pouting didn’t help either, “Miss White.”

“Come on… please? I’ll let you taste my cream filling.”

Those words had Ken’s eyes pop out his skull, the seductive tone it was said in didn’t help either, “Miss White!”

“Jesus Christ! Fi cake mi a talk!” Bernice exclaimed when she realized how it came out, “I’m sorry that came out wrong. It’s the hormones! I mean I had sex yesterday, but honestly, once isn’t enough. But I don’t think it’s right to have sex with different people so closely because I don’t douche cause only that dries the coochie. I prefer the self cleaning. So by Friday it will be like I never fucked my husband. You understand?” she rambled on further still having Ken’s hand in her lap, abnormally close to her warmer regions, “of course you understand. You have a vagina too.” She murmured to herself in thought.

This had Ken glance up at her and furrow his brows, “actually I d—”

“Come me mek yuh taste the cream filling.” Bernice randomly said, not even picking up that Kenya was trying to say a word to her and rose off the couch as she tugged Ken to his feet.

As soon as they got into the kitchen, Bernice released his hand and went into the fridge. Coming out with a small bowl with a cling wrap around it, she closed the refrigerator door and slid the bowl across the counter until she was right beside Ken, “I made this earlier this morning because Aiden said he wanted him and I to bake white cake after I pick him up from school. He loves it, but I think I made too much… If you taste this and love it you have to tell me what you really think about Gio. Okay?”

“Fine, I guess.”

“Good.” She smiled grabbing a spoon from a cabinet drawer. Unwrapping the bowl, she soon scooped out a bit then wiped the light pink whip-like cream unto her finger, “here. Take the spoon.”

Blowing out a breath, Ken took the spoon and licked the back. He wasn’t expecting much in the flavour at all, which was stupid of him since his tastebuds almost had and orgasm at the pancakes she made him the day before, “well, fuck.”

“Good, huh?” Bernice grinned knowingly as she resealed the bowl and replaced it in the refrigerator as she sucked her finger clean.

“Good?” he asked licking the inner curve of the spoon, the length of his tongue taking Bernice aback, “this is perfection. It could possibly make anything or anyone edible.”

“Yea?” she asked still watching his pink tongue lick along the sides before taking the whole thing in his mouth and sucking it off clean.

He only nodded not taking notice of this new attention he was getting and licked his lips as he stared down at the spoon, “honestly, I’d spread this all over y—” Ken cut himself off, realizing what he was about to say and to who. The idea resonated throughout his mind though, and now the image of having Bernice spread wide on the kitchen counter would stay in his mind for the remaining hours of the day. It had him twitch in his loose trousers too, “it’s delicious, Miss White. Honest.”

“So…” she started pulling her gaze from Ken’s glistening and plump lips, “my husband.”

“Oh yeah… uhm.” Ken placed the spoon on the counter and finally met with the beauty’s engaging eyes, “Bae said, he was staring at me and Lea in a sexual way. I didn’t see it, so I wasn’t sure if I was suppose to say anything.”

Bernice frowned at that, “I don’t think Bae has a reason to lie… thank you. At least now I can cheat with less of a resistance.”

“Why do you stay?” Ken suddenly blurted out, “… sorry. I didn’t—”

“Apparently mi a yamhead.” She stated with a sigh.

Ken furrowed his eyebrows, “yamhead? Meaning?”

“Jamaican term for a woman who allows herself to be taken for an idiot in a relationship.” She explained rubbing her hand over her uniformed curls and sighing, “the thing is I like taking care of people. Even when I was younger and before mommy married to Mr Gavinsky and we did have less money I enjoyed taking care of people… I like making people happy and making life easier for people. When I met Giovanni he didn’t have much. He was a bell boy at the hotel I bought him. He was sweet, struggling and working. My stepdad saw he and I were getting close and since he was my only alive father figure I introduce them. Long story short, I liked that Gio was a yes man. He never told me no and everything I wanted he gave it to me. I was the one in control… ever since he cheated I lost that. Maybe it’s because I was too controlling why he cheated in the first place. He didn’t cheat because he was weak, he cheated because he’s tired of me dictating.”

“People confuse those two a lot.” Ken stated moving closer to his boss. He licked his lips as he tilted her chin to look at him, the two being exaggeratingly close as he spoke, “you’re a care taker, not a dictator. You argue when care isn’t… sufficient. Not when orders aren’t carried out. You get upset when Aiden isn’t fed, when Gio won’t allow you to care for people other than your family, when Aiden’s happy with something, but Gio is being a stick in the mud about it.” Again, he licked his lips, but his own eyes made a quick glance to Niecy’s thicker, more plump ones, “may I throw a more mature scenario your way?”

Instead of saying anything, Bernice only nodded as she nibbled on her lip.

Ken nodded at that and blew out a light breath as their noses almost brushed, “let’s say… I’m your husband. Nothing like Gio, of course. I allow you to take care of me emotionally, mentally and maybe even financially, but when it comes to sex I’m in full control.” He tossed at her feeling himself twitch in his gaff once again at how close they were, his words lowered to a seductive whisper too, “think about it… you can care for me all you want, but my reward for that since you really don’t need me for anything else would be mind blowing sex and domination… How raw am I allowed to get here?”

“As raw as you’d like.” Niecy whispered absentmindedly.

He mentally thanked God for that, “Imagine that it’s evening right now. You just got home from work and you are exhausted both from work and need for sex. Naturally, because I’m your husband, I sense that. And while you sit on that stool behind you, I’d come up behind you, wrap my arms around you and start whispering sweet nothings or sexual torments into your ear. My words alone could turn you on, but I use my hands to tease over your breasts, down your pregnant belly and feather between your thighs. Now, mind you if you were a dominant or dictator at this point you’d take control. Maybe spin around and grab me by the throat, maybe start grabbing on my cock. Would you?”

“No.” she sounded breathy when she spoke.

Ken smirked at this, “exactly, you’d still sit there anticipating what I’d do next. Would Ken finally touch my pussy? Would he finally give me a bit of physical touch? Maybe a kiss on the neck, maybe grind his cock against my big, perfect ass. Maybe, you’ll even feign dominance like a brat, and try yanking me down to kiss you. Would you like to know what I’d do to you, Niecy?”

“What Ken? Tell me.”

“I would say all the nastiest things to you in languages you understand and couldn’t comprehend. Then I’d sit you atop this kitchen counter and lick, suck and eat that famous cream filling right off your pussy. I’d hold you down and grab unto your round breasts and squeeze them so hard you’d lactate even harder than you are doing through that blouse right now…” he licked his lips again, taking a brief glance at the dampen spot around her erected nipple, “I didn’t even know you had nipple piercings before today. Fuck that’s hot.”

Niecy bit hard into her lip at that, slightly tilting her head as her eyes glanced down to Ken’s flat looking crotch, “why is that I’m picturing you with a dick right now and I am not appalled by the sight?”

“Why be appalled by something that could have you screaming from pleasure, Niecy?” he asked thankful for his high pain tolerance. At how erected he got from stating all the things he would do to her and their close proximity, honestly felt uncomfortable. And Ken was pretty sure gaffs weren’t meant to hold growing erections that would go to eight inches between someone’s thighs, “I strongly want to taste you right now, Miss White. But I’d settle with a kiss instead.”

It stayed silent after that. Bernice was beyond turned on and she knew even if it weren’t for the pregnancy hormones she would want this. The increase in heartrate told her that as well as how the first thing that ever came to her mind when she thought about Kenya was how sexy a woman she was. An odd combination of masculine features, but it was hot to her on so many levels, it didn’t help she always had a curious side for women even way before marriage, she just never got the chance to act out on such thoughts.

She wasn’t sure if Kenya took silence as consent or if she absentmindedly gave the go ahead for it, but when the girl laced her fingers around her throat, she was sure she didn’t care what caused her to take the moment. The oxygen flow to her brain got cut off and Kenya’s lips met with hers.

Ken was excited when Bernice nodded to his request to taste her lips. He couldn’t help grabbing her by the throat either, he couldn’t sworn Bernice’s eyes rolled to the back of her head at the contact. He sucked on her bottom lip as gentle as he could, seeing his eagerness screamed for him to devour her from head to toe. It had been a long while he’s been this intimate with a woman he truly liked, and the energy Miss White returned in the kiss had him wince at the pressure his gaff pushed against his now fully erected member.

“Fuck, I can only imagine what your pussy tastes like, Niecy.” He groaned out about to deepen the kiss.

But Landon had other plans seeing as he cleared his throat spotting the two having their make-out session, “M—miss W—White?”

“What, Landon!?” Bernice jumped back a bit frightened, almost giving her assistant a death glare. She thought he had left.

Sighing, Ken turned to Bernice, “may I use your bathroom?”

“Yea, sure.” She sighed as well and watched as Kenya exit the kitchen.

Ken almost laughed hearing Bernice curse in Caribbean telling him whatever he had to say had better been good. At least, he knew Bernice didn’t care about gender. He felt excited too thinking that maybe she would be okay with him having a dick to go with his breasts as well.

Then again that was a stretch, it was one thing being bisexual, but a whole different thing finding a man who looked like a woman as much as he did. How would he go about telling her he was born with a penis? That he was born of two genitalia and his parents wanted a boy so bad they had his vagina removed instead of having him grow and pick himself and that’s why he had a pair on his chest?

That knocked him back a peg in confidence. That would be hell to explain, and Kenyatta was completely fed up with rejection at this point.

He sighed as he entered the bathroom and instantly went at his belt, almost disgusted with himself at what he was about to do.

“I can’t believe I’m about to jerk off to the thought of Miss White in her bathroom.”

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