He turned on his heels, his massive frame stomping away from her. He slammed the door to his chambers behind him, locking it with a loud clang. He didn't want to be disturbed. He didn't want to see her face or hear her voice.
Kasim paced back and forth across the room, his anger boiling over. He didn't wanna hear about some low life boyfriend who let his girl wander off into such a place. It already bothered him she was here because despite his fearsome appearance, he had a heart.
The Kingly Dynasty was no place for a girl like Dallas. It was filled with manipulators, terrors, and strange men the loved every moment of it. He wasn't sure if it was some sort of attraction to Dallas, or if it was just his good heart, but he wanted her away from him and to never return.
After thinking things through thoroughly, Kasim stormed out of his bedroom door, passing Dallas up. He pushed the small red button on the wall that called down to their security.Moments later, the doors were unlatched, and Kasim demanded he speak with his father. He stormed out of the room, and the guards quickly locked the door.
On the other side, Dallas could be heard screaming to let her out, but it fell onto deaf ears.
Storming into his father’s office, Kasim found Mr. Kingly watching his monitors as usual. Interrupting his father’s joyful moment, Kasim powered off the camera in a rage.
"Let her go," Kasim demanded.
"I take it she's giving you a hard time," his father joked, unmoved by his son’s tantrum. "That's your job, Kasim. Bring her out of her shell. Make her want you. Seven days and she gets to go. It's up to you."
"We can't keep her. She has a boyfriend," Kasim reasoned, and again, his father chuckled.
"All the wives you've fucked in my establishment and you crying over a bitch and her boyfriend? Get the hell out of my face, son." Mr. Kingly waved a wrinkled hand dismissively.
It took everything in Kasim not to punch his fucking face off. As bad as his father constantly pissed him off, he was raised with respect.
“Get her the fuck outta here.” Kasim stepped closer so his father could hear exactly what he was saying.
“How about I help her out? Juanita just walked in. I’m sure she’s up for some fun.” Mr. Kingly looked at the monitor and watched a thirsty Juanita strut through his establishment.
She didn’t bother stopping by the crap table as she normally did. Instead, she needed her fix. Kasim knew what this meant, so he trailed off down the hall with frustration. The entire way, Kasim felt a rush that was problematic. Maybe his father was right. Maybe he needed to fuck Juanita so Dallas could observe, lust, and obey.
"Unlock the fucking door." Kasim rudely approached Hansol.
Wasting no time, Hansol unlocked the latch, and Kasim pushed his way inside. He didn't see Dallas, but her fragrance told him she wasn't too far. He took a seat on his bed to wait on Juanita, knowing his father would eagerly send her inside. Because of the silent chamber, Kasim could hear small weeps coming from the next room.
A part of him was mentally disturbed, but he quickly shook it off and waited for the latch to unlock. Juanita stepped inside wearing a tan colored trench coat, and underneath, he could see the red stiletto heels peeking through. This told Kasim that she was fully naked, so it was time for his grand performance.
4
DALLAS
Inside the chambers, Dallas sat on a Myars leather chair with a pool of tears running down her face. A sudden sound of soft murmuring voices piqued her interest. Just hearing another woman inside the chambers gave her some hope that she would be released. Dallas slowly turned the doorknob and peeked inside. The room was dimly lit, but she quickly adjusted her eyes to the darkness. Kasim stood with his back against the wall while a strange woman's lips were locked around his dick.
Dallas's heart skipped a beat as she watched, transfixed. The woman's hands were plastered against the wall for leverage, while Kasim's hands were wrapped around her neck. He seemed to be enjoying every moment of it, and she seemed to have known what she needed to do to please him. They were lost inthe moment, but Kasim wore this aggressive facial expression as he roughly pushed her head into him.
Dallas felt a flutter in her chest as she watched. Her mind spoke to her with attempts to close the door, but the thrill of excitement froze her in one spot. Dallas felt a pang of jealousy mixed with unsatisfying emotions. What the fuck were these people into were the questions that crossed her mind.
These people are complete fucking freaks.
Dallas thought as she continued to watch. Suddenly, Kasim stopped in the middle of their session and bent the woman over with force. In the shadows, Dallas got a glimpse of his overly erect dick and couldn't believe her eyes.
Is this nigga human? I mean, he looks human, but he doesn't act human. With a dick like that, he can't be. Hell no, no way could God have created a man with dick like that.
As Kasim slid every inch into the woman's pussy, it wowed Dallas that she was able to take it all and moan in satisfaction. Dallas felt her own heart beating faster. She was torn between feeling jealous and feeling turned on. She didn't know what to do, so she just stood there, peeking through the door, and watching. It was like she was getting a secret glimpse into Kasim's world that turned her own world upside down.
She dropped her head to look at her own pussy. The pain that began throbbing between her legs made her tighten her thighs in hopes that it would stop. It was the sexy scene that had been created that turned her on. The way their silhouettes danced off the wall, along with the soft moans the woman released . . . The candle light, the sheer bedding, and especially Kasim’s naked body that was perfectly structured . . .
When she looked up, Kasim's eyes were trained on hers, and this made Dallas's heart fall into her soul. She froze knowing that she had been caught, but the look in his eyes told her not to move. It was like he was controlling her body with his eyes, and submissively, her pussy began doing things she never expected.
Dallas never knew how to masturbate, and this man was making her pussy drip without any penetration. Back home, Big Boy would try to teach Dallas things she didn't learn as an adult. She had been with several men, but no one seemed to bring the freak out of her. She thought that masturbating was gross, so she hardly ever attempted to touch herself. Very rarely.
Dallas watched as Kasim lifted the woman off her feet. He walked her over near the door and placed her on the bed that was surrounded with candles. Another hint of jealousy rushed through Dallas, and this told her exactly what the chamber was used for. Sex. Kasim now spread the woman's legs open and began massaging her pussy with the head of his dick. Dallas watched with hunger, but Kasim never took his eyes off of her.
