His Queen

Assistance, A Free Meal, and A Sexy Moment

Tyrone pulled up to the house with some of his people. Immediately at first glance, he found the dealer he was sure he’d scared from Peyton. Peyton however was now awake and, in the basement, tripping hard.  

Apparently, the high had been good. But now she was spiraling hard and fast, shaking and mumbling.  Trying to pretend to be in control, she ended up huddled in a corner thinking they were going to kill her.  

Tyrone wished he could, instead they chained her back in the basement. This time though they drilled the chain to the wall and had Peyton locked down tight. Going as far as sending a man out to get locks for the basement door.  

Cleo didn’t know what they did with the dealer Peyton had screwed for her fix. But Tyrone ordered for him to be handled and as she and Hailey finished cleaning up, it was Hailey who offered the invite, “Do you guys want some dinner?”  

Tyrone looked at the light-skinned girl and back to his Cleo who smiled slightly, “Come on, we’ll make you guys something in thanks.” Kissing his cheek, Tyrone and his boys were sat down made dinner.  

Fried chicken, greens, mac and cheese, cornbread, with some beers. Eating hungrily, the three men Tyrone had with him were all groaning in happiness. As they ate dinner together, Tyrone met Cleo’s eyes. So sweet and kind, not to mention a good cook?  

He wanted to marry her tomorrow.  

The three security men cleaned the dishes as Hailey went to shower. Cleo was in her room brushing out her hair when Tyrone came in. “Hey, we’re about to take off. The party is this Friday at seven...I’ll pick you up.”  

Cleo looked at him for a moment, “Okay, see you Friday.” Tyrone’s nose flared, “No, you’ll see me tomorrow morning so I can take you to school.” Cleo looked down playing with the bracelet on her wrist, “You don’t need to, Hailey can take me.”  

Yeah, about that, “Since when are you and her friends? I thought you couldn’t stand her?” Tyrone wondered mildly curious on the switch. Cleo sighed as she looked over her shoulder at Tyrone, “She’s come full circle. Turns out her mom is a bigger b***h to her than she was to me. Hailey had some issues, but we’re cool now. So, it doesn’t seem smart to have you come all the way over here when we’re going to the same place.”  

Tyrone understood the logic behind that, but it still bugged him. Because that meant he’d be seeing Cleo less, not to mention, putting more distance between them. And he did not want to try the absence making her heart fonder technique right now.  

From the way it was looking, it’d just shove him right on out the door.  

“I’ll be here, tomorrow, to pick you up for school.” His tone said it was final. But his pleaded with her not to argue. Which is why Cleo just nodded as she looked away from the intense silver and black eye boring into her skull.  

Tyrone’s eyes seemed to drink in Cleo’s distance and his body moved without him realizing it.  

She was confused with him because he’d pulled away, he wasn’t too big an i***t to realize that. But he didn’t know what to do now that she was pulling away. So instead of talking it out, he instead kissed her passionately hoping she’d kiss him back.  

But Cleo pulled away from him unsure, but Tyrone approached her with this intensity. He didn’t scare her, but Cleo’s entire body hummed as he came closer. Licking her lips as he towered over her, Tyrone smirked dangerously.  

And then he was kissing her again, and this time Cleo wasn’t pulling away and neither was he. Bodies hot and burning for the other, they fell on her bed. As Cleo climbed on top of him, Tyrone yanked his shirt over his head.  

He had a tattoo on his chest, a lion beautifully etched there in grey shadows. His dark skin was so ripped and hard, “Your bodies amazing.” Cleo complimented as she ran a hand down the abs he sported.  

Tyrone shivered as he leaned up and began nipping at her chin and down her neck. “Thank you, I want to see yours.” Taking her shirt off for her, Cleo didn’t stop or protest. Tyrone was in awe seeing the beautiful dark skin of hers.  

All soft and warm, Cleo was heaven in his arms. So sexy it hurt, Tyrone was practically drooling as he lost himself. Buring his hands in her soft curls, Cleo was moaning as his roughs hands touched her skin.  

When his hand slid up her back a second time, she giggled a little, “Take it off.” Tyrone’s eyes fluttered open as she gently kissed his lips. “I want you to take it off.” Tyrone started to unhook it, but then the door opened and they both looked as Hailey turned around blushing.  

“Sorry! I should have knocked. But ugh, Tyrone your goons are waiting for you to tell them what to do next.” Nodding Tyrone looked at a shy Cleo, “You could stay...if you want.” Moving in to see how it’d go, he smiled when she didn’t move away. Tyrone kissed her gently as he regretfully knew, “I shouldn’t.”  

Looking at her deflate, Tyrone whispered in her, “It’s not because I don’t want to be in your bed all night making you feel as amazing as you make me feel.” Cleo’s eyes widened and he chuckled before giving her one last kiss, “It’s because I respect you enough to want a ring on your finger before I make you my woman.”  

And that made Cleo feel, special. So, when he grabbed his shirt off the floor, she didn’t feel like she did earlier.  

Instead, Cleo was happy and loving the way he looked at her as he pulled on his shirt. Hailey had gone and come back unnoticed and stood at the door as she held out a brown bag, “Here Cleo, this is yours.”  

Cleo sprung up and immediately grabbed it, “Thanks.” Putting it on the dresser hoping for it not to be noticed, she wasn’t so lucky. Because her stepsister smirked as she looked at Tyrone knowing it’d make his head explode.  

When he met her eyes, she pointed at the bag and bounced her eyebrows playfully before scurrying away. Seeing the hidden message and curious now, Tyrone’s eyes landed on the bag, “What’s that?” Cleo’s breath hitched, “U-ugh it’s nothing.”  

Tyrone’s eyebrow raised at her obvious nerves and he came toward her as she tried to hide the bag. “Ty-.” But he grabbed it as she grabbed the other side, “No, don’t look!” She giggled nervous now...but she was also very curious.  

If he saw what she’d bought, would he be angry? Or would he stay? 

She got her answer as both tugged in opposite directions and the bag ripped. As the lingerie and vibrator went falling in slow mode to the floor, Cleo watched him take it in. Seeing the sexy pink lace bra and panties with garters attached, a white lace teddy, and a black baby doll piece.  

But it was the damn vibrator his eyes saw the most of. It was purple, and laying on the back, he could see the instructions. Different ways it could be used.  

In partially resting against her cli*t, inside of her against the g-spot, or even better? With a partner.  

When he looked up at her to see her expression, Cleo was watching him. This expression she wore made his blood boil as he reached for her. Because the mischievous look she bore was new for him, and it was so f*****g sexy.  

She knew what she’d done. And every item in that bag had something to do with him, and he wanted to see them on her. Being used by her.  

Kissing her, Tyrone wanted to get her off, he wanted to see her collapse with pleasure. Feeling her shiver as he began to suck her neck, Cleo gasped when there was a knock, “Boss?”  

Tyrone groaned, “Damn it, yeah!?” Cleo didn’t hear what the guy said, but Tyrone nodded and grabbed his phone and keys. “I gotta go baby.” Tyrone told her softly as she sat on her bed. Still in her bra and jeans, she watched Tyrone bend down.  

Picking up everything that fell out of her bag, Tyrone came over to the bed. Kissing her bye, he sat the sexy underwear and toy on her lap, “And you have a good night.” Cleo grinned a little as she watched him go. 

She wished he’d stay, but she was okay with him leaving.  

Because she knew now, he wanted to stay more than he’d say. He was doing it for her, being considerate and respecting her body. And while she was so happy to have a guy to finally do that, she couldn’t wait until he ravaged her too.