Assariyah (5 page)

I couldn’t hold out any longer so I reached for his belt buckle but he grabbed my hands stopping me in my tracks.

“Follow my lead ma.” I nodded my head and we ended up in the sauna room. Tyler took off his shirt and pulled down his jeans leaving just his crispy white boxers on. Our bodies perspired copiously as the heat in the sauna increased. Tyler removed his boxers and I had to stop myself from drooling. His naked body looked so delectable wet and I knew he would taste even more delicious. I was totally hot for him and wanted to reach for him so badly, but he had already made it clear that he was in charge.

“This is so relaxing, don’t you just love a good session in the sauna?” he asked me.

“Yeah this is nice,” I agreed with him but ‘touch me, kiss me, fuck me’ were the only words circulating in my mind and my body was dying to scream them out. I crossed and uncrossed my legs more times than I could recall. Being in the same room and not having any contact with him was too dangerous for me. I was not used to having to wait for shit. I needed to feel him, I wanted him to show me and give me everything he had.

Fuck it! If he wouldn’t touch me I’d do the shit myself. So I began to rub my nipples, he sat back to watch me and smiled but didn’t say a word. I positioned my body so that I was directly in his view. My legs were spread wide open and I made sure I locked eye contact with him before inserting two fingers in my honey pot. A soft moan escaped my lips as I worked myself and built up a rhythm, it felt good and I continued to finger myself with pleasure.

Tyler was enjoying my mini peep show, his penis was getting hard and rising right before my eyes. He signalled for me to come over to him and patted his lap for me to sit on it. Then he grabbed my face and pressed his lips against mine, he kissed me like I had never been kissed before.

Ummmmm this is more like it I thought.

“You’re so fucking sexy,” he said slapping my butt before pushing me down on his penis.

“Aaaaah shit,” I moaned, not believing that this was actually happening. His dick was extremely thick and long, he was really big so I found it a bit hard accommodating his full length. I moved around slowly, taking a little more of him in each time I bounced up and down on his meat. I was having sex with the sexiest guy I had ever met in a sauna. It hurt like hell but felt so good.

“Assariyah, you okay ma?”

“Ooohhh yeah…yeah I’m okay.”

He held my arms back whilst penetrating me from behind to prevent me from using them to push him away when he went in too deep. My whole body was on fire but this was the best kind of pleasure I had felt in forever and I didn’t want it to stop.

The heat in the sauna had become too much to bear and we both needed some air. Tyler picked me up and carried me over to the shower area. He switched the shower on and as the cold water fell and cooled down our bodies, Tyler turned things up a notch. Whilst standing he flipped me upside down in the 69 position. My pussy was in his mouth and he began to vibrate his tongue on my clit. He made me feel real good so it was only fair that I returned the favour. I took his dick in my mouth and sucked on it the best I could in the position I was in. At first I was gagging but the more I relaxed my throat the less I choked on his cock.

An hour had passed and we were still going at it. We went from the sauna to the shower and finally in the Jacuzzi. The pressure from the bubbles in the Jacuzzi against my clit and Tyler fucking me doubled the intensity of the pleasure I was feeling. I moaned really loudly at first, then softly and then eventually I felt too weak to utter a sound but my body would not stop shaking. I could feel Tyler coming as he grabbed on to my hips and pushed his penis even deeper inside me. I was coming at the same time, he was too much for me. He fastened up his pace and fucked me hard real fast. He pulled out of me and I allowed him to enter my warm mouth. I sucked him off until he began to jerk and he squirted his cum all over my face.

From that day on I became hooked to Tyler and his dick, we were literally inseparable. We had an agreement that worked for us. It was great sex, nothing more, nothing less. Whenever he needed me I was there and when I needed him he was there, no questions asked.

Tyler made me feel so alive. He was never afraid to try anything new and opened my eyes up to a whole other world sexually. Tyler was a wild beast that couldn’t be tamed. When he put it on me, he made me hit octaves that would give Mariah Carey a run for her money.

While Tyler wanted my body, Cameron wanted all of me, he wanted to know every inch of my soul and that scared me. With Tyler I wasn’t afraid of getting hurt, like I said it was just sex. Cameron was after love and I wasn’t very good at sharing my heart but, no matter how hard I tried to push Cameron away, he refused to budge. He had fresh flowers and gifts delivered to my house almost every day for two weeks until I agreed to go on a date with him and for our first date he had flown me out to Paris for dinner at the Eiffel Tower. That was just the kind of sweet guy Cameron was and any lady in her right mind would have appreciated and cherished him but I had been stupid and clung on to the comfort of casual sex with Tyler instead of being faithful to Cameron, and it had cost me everything.

Chapter 5

My alarm clock had been driving me crazy all morning, after hitting the
snooze button for the fifth time I finally managed to switch the bloody thing off and drag myself out of bed. I had an appointment at Camden that I couldn’t afford to miss.

Camden Town was one of my favourite places for two reasons. The first reason being that it was where my hairdresser Akin Konizi, the creative genius behind Hobs Salon worked his magic on my hair. Secondly it was the home of Gilgamesh one of the best Pan-Asian restaurants in the whole world. The food was absolutely divine and with the combination of the interior’s exotic imagery, Gilgamesh was a true glamorous affair to be experienced by all at least once.

I pulled out of Jamestown Road feeling brand new, with my new fringe I could hardly recognise myself. I looked sexier and edgier than I had looked in a while. My attitude towards my appearance had become some what blasé after the wedding so much so that I was letting myself go. I knew I had to fix up fast when I put a comb through my hair and a huge chunk came out. That was the wake-up call I needed to get my shit together and I couldn’t think of anyone better than Akin Konizi to make my hair fabulous again. The cut set me back around six-hundred and fifty pounds with treatment but it was so worth it. I was feeling myself again, the weather in London was sunny for a change so I dropped the top of my red Porsche, turned up the radio and let Carrera do her work.

I was heading towards St. Pancras Road driving at a speed of no more than forty miles per hour when I saw the police car flashing its emergency lights for me to pull over. Fuck! I so didn’t need this right now. A bald man of stocky build dressed in uniform walked over to the side of my car. His partner, who looked a lot younger and was taller and leaner stood by the passenger side. As one of my girls once told me, the police were nothing more than a bunch of crackers dressed in fancy dress costumes. I hated the fucking police.

The stocky one did all the talking.

“Good afternoon m’am please produce your driver’s licence and insurance certificate.” This had to be some type of joke I thought to myself while looking through my glove compartment and handed over my licence. I couldn’t find the insurance certificate but I was legit so I didn’t have to worry about shit. Well that’s what I thought until the officer started treating me like a criminal.

“M’am place both your hands on the steering wheel where I can see them, now step out of the car with your hands over your head.”

“You can’t be serious?” I asked, shaking my head in disbelief. “I haven’t done anything wrong.”

“I’m afraid it is quite the contrary. This vehicle has been reported stolen, according to my records you are not the registered owner of the car and to top it all off you have no insurance cover.”

“What the hell do you mean stolen? This is my damn car.”

“I need you to watch your language m’am,” he said, sternly.

“Look I’m sorry okay but you threw me off guard. This is my car and it has been for the last year. My husband…I mean ex-fiancé bought it for me as a gift.”

“Ex-fiancé huh, what’s his name?” he asked, while rubbing his beard.

“His name is Cameron Simmons.”

I could tell from the expression on his face that he didn’t believe a word I was saying but I was telling the truth.

“Well that’s quite funny because a Mr Simmons reported the vehicle stolen. You have the right to remain silent. Anything you do say can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to a solicitor. If you cannot afford a solicitor, one will be appointed to you. Do you understand these rights as they have been read to you?”

I was in shock and could only manage to nod my head.

I had never been in trouble with the law and the thought of sitting in a grimy cell made me cringe. The handcuffs on my wrists felt so uncomfortable and they were not even put on as tightly as they could have been. I can’t believe Cam would even do this shit. It had been six weeks since the wedding. I had driven this shit countless times since then so why would he wait until now to pull this mess?

During the ride back to the police station I explained the situation at least three times to the arresting officer, PC Monroe, but he insisted that they were just doing their job and had no choice but to take me in.

“This is totally unnecessary,” I said, weeping as he closed the doors of the cell on me.

“Are you sure you do not want a solicitor?” he asked me once again.

“What for? I keep telling you that I haven’t done anything wrong.”

He remained silent and turned to walk away. I heard the sound of his footsteps getting further away and buried my face in my hands. I didn’t belong here in this hell hole.

Two hours had passed and I was still locked up in a cell. I couldn’t believe that people actually lived this way. The cell could not have been any bigger than six by eight feet in size and reeked from the toilet being in the same space, it was totally inhumane. I cannot describe the huge relief I felt when I heard the keys turning in the keyhole.

I ran to the door, “Am I free to go?”

“I’m afraid not lady, the owner of the car has been informed about the status of the vehicle and he insists on pressing charges.”

I wanted to scream but what good would it have done?

“The interview room is ready, have you reconsidered about having some representation?”

“Nah I’m good,” I replied.

I could tell that the officer was beginning to feel sorry for me but he had a job to do and was just following the procedures.

Another officer was already waiting inside the interview room. PC Monroe introduced him as PC Mack. After several hours of interrogation they let me go with a caution, three points on my licence and a fine for supposedly not having insurance. It came to light that although Cameron had bought me the car as a gift, I never really owned it. The shit had been in his name all along. I was insured as a second driver but he had removed my name, leaving me uninsured about two weeks prior to the arrest.

Six hours later and I was finally released. I collected my bag and other belongings at the reception and waited for the cab that they had called for me. As I sat waiting anxiously I took a look in my compact Chanel mirror, closing it just as quickly as I had opened it. My eyes were red and puffy from all the crying I had been doing. I went from looking and feeling fabulous to looking like a hot ass mess.

Beep Beep Beep! I figured my cab had arrived from the sound of the horn outside but waited for one of the officers to confirm that it was indeed for me. It hadn’t actually registered in my brain until then that my baby had been divested from me. Damn I loved my car and, except for my jewels, it was the only asset I had left with any real value. I had banked on using it as a back-up plan if times got hard. I could simply sell it and use the proceeds to get by till I was back on my feet. That plan was now out the window.

I was glad to be out but walked towards the run down Ford Fiesta feeling totally unimpressed. A few hours earlier I was riding in a fucking Porsche convertible and now I had to sit in a Fiesta. I wasn’t sure which was worse being locked up or being seen in that car. They could have sent a half decent car like a Volkswagen Golf. This was not the one, I mean my bloody bag cost more than this shit.

“Where to lady?” the cab driver enquired.

“I’m staying at the Marriott Hotel in Park Lane.” He started to type the address into his Tom Tom but stopped to ask me for the post code. Luckily I dropped a few of the hotel’s cards in my purse upon arrival. I searched through it and handed him a card. I wasn’t in a talkative mood, I just needed silence to clear my thoughts and figure out what my next move would be but this driver could talk for England. Question after question poured out of his mouth, “What happened to you lady? You sure don’t look like the criminal type, how did you end up there?”

“Man will you just shut the fuck up and drive like you are being paid to do. While you are at it, change direction and head towards Chelsea.”

Chapter 6

It felt really strange standing outside Cameron’s apartment. Not
too long ago this was my home and we had shared many happy memories here together. Now, instead of using my set of keys to enter the property through the private area, I had to wait for security to give me clearance via the visitor’s gate. I pushed the buzzer and waited anxiously for a response.