Power.

In this world, we are all powerful. But we're only powerful to a certain extent. Whether it be that you have power over your little sister or you're CEO of a business, you got some power in your hands. Power is something that people like me, would kill for.

Today, the amount of power one has can be calculated by divvying power up into different categories: race, class and gender. How powerful are you? In the means of those categories, you're probably more powerful than I am. Since my town is mostly patriarchal, there goes my power- gender wise. My lack of power according to those categories, serves to be the reason why I allow money to solidify my position in business. Along with that, money determines how powerful I really am.

When you have more money, niggas are really down to listen to you. They want to get in on that shit you be in, just so they can get some of your money, then fuck it up for you. I won't be subjected to none of that. I just want niggas to listen to me.

I looked at Kyrie. He winked at me. "I like how that sounds, papi." I kissed his nose.

He kissed my shoulder. "I'm infatuated with you and your sobriquets for me."

He continued to kiss up my shoulder, to my collar bone. "I always knew you were." I said playing with the hairs on the nape of his neck.

He kissed all over my chest. "You know Ky, sometimes you flummox me. But there is one thing I'll never be flummoxed about." I whispered as I ran my fingers through his hair.

"And what's that?" he looked at me.

I looked back at him and smiled. "Your love for me, and my love for you. I'm over-infatuated with you."

"Just like I am with you." he sucked on my skin lightly. "When I'm with you, I sometimes get nostalgic. All because of the good things you've done to me, and you've done with me. I want to relive those memories. I'm so reminiscent until I realize that I can live through better memories with you. Those are memories I look forward to."

I wiped the corners of my eyes. "Baby, I love you, but shh, you're making me cry."

He nodded and picked me up, laying me down on our bed-like sofa we had on the balcony. He slipped off his pajama pants and hovered over me. His gold chain dangled low and touched my lips as it swayed back and forth. I pulled his chain to get his face closer to mine. He kissed my lips slowly. I kissed him back before I flipped us over.

"I'm in charge, tonight." I licked my lips at him.

He placed his hands on my ass. "Anything you like, I like it too, princess. One more thing before you take over..." he smiled.

I ran my hands across his bare chest, "Mhmm, what's that, daddy?"

He placed his hands on my ass underneath my panties. "Take these off." he said nonchalantly while pushing them down.

I chuckled and nodded my head. I helped him push them off before I slid off the undergarments of his own.

One thing I'm very fond of when it comes to power, is that it puts me in control.

I lowered myself on him before he pulled me down on his chest. I kissed him deeply as I rode him slowly, to his liking. Kyrie was so prepossessing under the moonlight and our dim balcony lights, it seemed like he was even more enticing than before. I just couldn't keep my hands to myself.

I bit my lip while my eyes remained closed, before Kyrie dug his nails into my ass cheek. "Sheesh Ky." I laughed as I sucked on the bare skin of his neck.

Two words to describe the life of Ky and I: salacious and slick. It was every day that something scandalous happened to us. It was every other, that we did something deplorable to others.