Imagines Request

No Angel| Pt.2

Odell Beckham| Thought

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Dominica dug her hand into the couch securing her fingers around the cold metal object. As if reading each other's minds, Odell and Dominica pulled out their pieces.

Dominica laughed. "This whole time, you was playing me?"

Odell expected her to try her mind tricks, but he could never guess when she was nor did he know how to deal with them.

"It ain't like-"

"Shut the fuck up, cuz, aight? That shit over, cuz. You ain't no angel." Dominican spat.

Before Odell could say anything else, Dominica knocked his gun across the room.

"Talking bout you a damn big dealer 'round her. Rookie ass." Dominica cracked up, pointing her gun.

"Come on, Dom. Baby, you know I love you."

"Shut that shit up and walk upstairs." Dominica smacked Odell upside the head with her gun.

She led him into the room, grabbing handcuffs and rope on the way there.

"Lie down." She ordered, cocking her gun to the side as a warning. "Strip."

"How I'm 'pose to strip if you told me to lie down?"

"Figure that shit out! You knew how to make me trust you, motherfucker."

"Aight man."

Odell shook a little as he stripped. Dom was crazy. He didn't know what to expect, but he knew damn well he didn't want to lose his dick.

Dom sat her gun down and grabbed the cuffs and cuffed Odell's hands to the headboard. She used the rope to tie his legs to the two posts at the bottom of the bed.

"Baby, please." Odell begged.

Dom laughed to herself and began to slip the shirt she had on off, leaving herself in her sexy lace bra. She slipped off her shorts, revealing her sexy lace panties as well.

Odell was more confused than anything.

"What you doing?" He asked.

"Shut the fuck up. I'm not gone say it no more."

Dominica stepped out of her panties and crawled towards Odell on the bed. She looked at his whole body, deciding where she wanted to start. She rubbed her hands along his chest, stopping just before his penis.

Odell was hard as a rock. He couldn't believe what she was doing.

Dom leaned over and grabbed her gun. She leaned up and began to lower herself on Odell's face. Once she was all settled, she pointed her gun to his forehead.

"Eat it."