At Her Best.

Three.

Riding a dick made me feel so fucking vigorous. Sex in general did, but being on top and fully taking the reigns of intercourse gave me another feeling of gratification. I loved being in control, for being a boss was simply in my nature. I never exempted myself when it came to sex. I too deserved all the pleasures that came with it, even though pleasing a client was top priority. And that's why I'll forever enjoy and appreciate my Thursday regular, Deo. Oh, we had a great understanding. This African prince blew my back out, and I knew I rocked his world.

I was in a state of absolute ecstasy. Deo and I were on our second round, and of course I was in my favorite position. I was riding this motherfucker like I ain't had sex in years, and the harsh gasps and seductive looks from Deo hinted that I was doing the damn thing. That made me slow down my pace so I could fully experience every inch of him. His hazel eyes glared at me intensely, like he was pleading for me not to stop. African prince Deo was a true leader. He held many positions back in his nation, and was one of the most feared men I've ever come across. This man was a beast in the bedroom, he for sure put it down. So to see him yearn and cling to me in this moment was a different type of power exchange. And I loved it.

Deo slapped my ass roughly, encouraging me to pick up the tempo. I could tell he wasn't with this slow, sensual vibe. And even though I made it clear that I was never going to fall in love or have any sort of relationship with my clients, I always wondered why Deo never liked to be tender or caressed. Hmm, it was probably some internal issue that had absolutely nothing to do with me. After all, I wasn't no damn therapist. That ain't my business. As long as he dropped the bag off and them coins was looking correct, I was down with whatever kinky rough shit he wanted.

Unfortunately, I felt Deo stiffened under me, and the expression on his face alluded to me that he was on the verge of busting a nut. I was disappointed that my time with him was coming to a halt so soon, but I still smirked satisfactorily knowing that once again I did the damn thing. I quickly hopped off the nicely built prince and Deo wasted no time cumming all over my tits. We both smiled appreciatively at what was done in the past hour, and Deo leaned over to kiss me softly on the lips. Now I wasn't a fan of all of this mushy lovey shit, but I saw my payment sitting on the floor from the corner of my eye. Deo paid top notch, and that was enough to make a bitch reconsider. So I kissed him back like he was the love of my life.

"Raja." Deo cooed when he broke the kiss. "You always exceed my expectations."

Smiling at Deo's accent, I nodded my thanks at his compliment. Deo headed to the bathroom, and I knew he was running us a bath. I didn't know how to feel about this certain action, for every Thursday the African prince insisted on taking some time to pamper to me. This for sure wasn't in my guidelines, and I knew it wasn't smart to accept this behavior. I couldn't be out here getting all comfortable around this man, and letting Deo think that there was a possibility for anything else besides me fucking him in his apartment on a Thursday afternoon.

Deo returned minutes later, leading me to his bathroom. As I eased into the expensive looking tub, the warm water made me come to complete relaxation. Moaning lightly as I laid back, Deo began to kiss my feet and massage them. I circled back to my thoughts about Deo getting too close, and decided to put that on pause for now. Because honestly, I deserved this kind of treatment. I was a whole queen in Deo's eyes, and that was how I should be viewed, period.

There was something so enchanting about watching Deo massage the lower parts of my body. He used so much concentration and skill. It's like he actually wanted to do the job. Seeing such a bulk, strong man submit to me was priceless. This African prince had his own servants and was an important name in his country. He for sure did not have to do any of this. I watched Deo with scrutiny, and cracked a smile at his consistency. Maybe I was setting myself up for failure, but if I ever fell in love with a man, he had to treat me like Deo. I wasn't accepting anything less.

"I have gifts for you." Deo expressed, staring at me full in the face. "I'll be back."

I raised an eyebrow when Deo disappeared and reappeared half dressed with bags from Chanel and Louis Vuitton. What the fuck was happening here? I mean, I knew I was that bitch and all but this was still very suspect. Deo and I had an agreement. We fucked, he paid. All of this extra shit was cute, but it was still alarming.

The African prince unpacked the shopping bags, which revealed the newest purses from each brand. I squinted my eyes and thought of Renzo, who was parked outside of Deo's apartment building. My phone was out of reach, and I already knew that was a very bad thing. I began to rise from the bathtub, but Deo pushed me back gently. He gave a reassuring smile, but my mind was already swirling. What was Deo up to?

"Yesterday I was in a meeting with Mr. Mayor Stanley." Deo said when he laid out the bags. "We had a business talk, but then it turned personal when I asked him why he seemed so distracted. He was on edge the entire time, and that's the last thing I need for someone I'm partnered with. And as he described this hot headed prostitute that stripped him of his profession and money, I slowly pieced together that you were the interference. And that absolutely ain't what I need."

African prince Deo was leaning on his bathroom's wall and staring at me full in the face. Fuck. I never went into panic mode but the tone of Deo's voice was unsettling. I took deep breaths, calming myself. I then remembered that Renzo gave each client of mine a minimum of an hour before he came closing in. I needed to chill, my brother was probably closer than I thought.

"No one knows Stanley's the mayor." Deo continued. "Only high executives, corrupt bosses, successful businessmen and unruly politicians. Is it illegal and wrong? Maybe. But that's how it's supposed to be, Raja. By the time the rest of the public finds out about Stanley's status, deals would have already went through and that's how it was always meant to be. The mayor and I have a lot of shit tied together and I don't care to get into that with you. I know how messy you can get. From the times I've spent with you, I've concluded that you're one calculated woman. So whatever you're planning to do, don't. Fall all the way back on this one. I'm warning you because there's something about you I like. I can't deny, you got my attention. And that pussy just might be the best I've ever had. But don't you ever think I'll let you fuck up what I got going on. You're a beautiful woman, and a smart one. So take these purses, and the 50K that I left for you and keep it the fuck pushing. I'll see you next week Thursday."

Well damn, ain't he an asshole. Deo excused himself because his phone rang, and that gave me enough time to get my shit together. I was out of that bitch in a flash, grabbing only the payment. I couldn't be bought the way the prince wanted me to, and Deo knew that all too well. I met up with my brother, and from the look on my face Renzo knew some shit went down. We sped off in his Range Rover, and it took me a few minutes to really process everything that just transpired.

"You straight?" Renzo asked when we were nearing my apartment.

I nodded, eyeing my money that was neatly packed in a LV duffel bag. I couldn't get caught up like that again. I was mentally slapping myself for even being in that position. Shit could have gone left and that would've been my own fault. But Deo was right about one thing though. Raja is a smart woman. So that meant I had to utilize that expertise to its capacity. Ain't no man was gonna tell me how to run my shit, I don't care if he's an African prince. I refuse to be bullied. Deo done stirred up some aggression in me, and I didn't think that could ever be possible. I pulled out my phone, leaving Jamal Mason a threatening text about the mayor. It was time to kickstart my whole strategy.