Megan's Toy

Megan's Rules

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Megan wasn't your average celebrity. Not at All. Most would think, with all the money and fame, she'd be stuck up farther than anyone could ever explain. But she wasn't.

Megan? MY Megan..? She was the epitome of an indescribably Beautiful, Talented & Successful, Black Woman. She was my Queen and to most, she was too. But to me, in particular...

Let's just say I had little problem with being the one person the biggest female rappers' in the game's significant other. Secret significant other, I should say.

Well, we weren't a secret but we certainly were not public. While Megan was my perfect specimen, she was greatly up under the industry lime light and we both agreed that we would keep me under wraps.

But that wasn't to say, those wraps weren't loose though. Megan was very understanding when it came to her position in life, compared to mine. She understood that she would be gone days, sometimes Weeks without seeing me so it was only right that I could have some sort of freedom.

Even though the thought had crossed my mind, upon realizing her status, I pretty much still only had eyes for her. But with a proper plan and boundaries set, we were able to settle with me being able to entertain other girls, but having to have proof of all of their background and medical information.

Which, is more than fair. I mean.. I was dealing with The Megan The Stallion.

I smile into the mirror, as I brush my clean cut fade. My thought about her are so versatile. I could, and Do, spend hours thinking about her and what I could do to her, when she's not here with me.

Sometimes I'm startled by the sound of a random short but sweet message she sends to my phone every once in a while or the knock on the door of her assistants notifying me that she would be arriving in due time.

That news always make me put me in the best mood.

Even though she flew me out to California: settled me into a 24 thousand square foot mansion, and gave me privileges only a mad mad would refuse, The one thing that I cherished the most, was spending time with her.

Even if it was just for a day, or even a couple of hours. I took every moment seriously, and did my best to make her feel exactly the way she needed to.

And that required a lot of skill. Patience, communication, critical and accurate thinking.

Megan, though incredibly Beautiful and gifted, was one of the toughest people I ever had to deal with in my entire life.

And no, it was Not her her fault. I knew the consequences of being Famous. I understood the pain without experience and that's what she liked about me.

She always said something about me being cut from a different cloth. Sometimes she said she needed in times of well... need.

And to my luck, her assistant informed me that one of those those times were coming up real soon.

So again, here I am brushing my very much fresh fade. I was fresh out of the shower, admiring myself after brushing my sparkly white teeth. I felt so blessed.

My heart falls to my stomach when I hear the sound of the door opening downstairs. Im so excited that I feel like there's shit on the floor stopping me from running fast enough to see her.

Upon racing down the steps like an excited kid, im met with about 12 suitcases, a big ass security guard and... My beautiful Megan The Stallion...

She suddenly giggling, reacting to the way I observe her, playfully licking my lips and rubbing my hands together before yanking her in for a passionate hug.

It always gets me. The sound of that cute little loss of breath she makes when I tightly embrace her for the first time in weeks.

After generously greeting her, her guard nods at me as a sign of signing her safety away. Something he does when he's about to continue his duty outside of the house gate.

The moment he exits and shuts the door, my excitement shoots even higher through the roof and I have the sudden urge to devour her. But I knew what we had to do first.

It was routine for me to have my "portfolio" ready for Megan before I even remotely got to handle her, the way I wanted to.

This portfolio consisted of everything the girl had asked for. Names, birthdays, addresses, & backgrounds of any girl I had hooked up with in the time being.

Of course, Megan's team was already on top of this as I was required to put in daily notifications about my doings and wearabouts. She just also needed to confirm that I was also documenting it. As a form of trust, I suppose.

When she done scanning the papers, She looks up at me from across the small desk. "Your funny as hell, you know I know half of these bitches you think you like to fuck with." She teases, rolling her eyes, crossing her arms and settling into her back into desk chair.

The sense of jealousy in her voice makes me want to tackle her. "Stop playin with me."  I growl, my fingers digging at the arms of my chair, in an attempt to hold myself back.
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