ChapterSix
Carla
Our time is almost up but we are making progress with the case. After fighting with the prosecuting attorney, we were finally able to get the victim’s body examined by an independent medical examiner. And I’m glad we did since we found new evidence that the original M. E. either overlooked or failed to put in his report. We went through the membership list with a fine-tooth comb, the guest list and all employees who were there that night. I have a meeting with the team and Asher later today and I want to make sure I have all my ducks in a row. We are going to try to put all the pieces of the puzzle together and see if we all come to the same conclusion. Asher’s family has been an amazing asset to have on his team, and every time I have the privilege of being around them it is nothing short of an amazing experience. Even though the situation is a serious life or death one they have complete faith that I will be able to get the charges dropped. It’s a lot of responsibility, but I didn’t become one of the top lawyers in Mississippi without a little pressure.
Growing up a black girl in Mississippi was definitely an experience, but it caused me to develop thick skin. My parents were childhood sweethearts, raised in the same neighborhood. Both of their parents were still sharecropping for the white family whose land they were living on. As a child when we would go to my grandparents’ house, I had no idea they were sharecroppers, or even what a sharecropper was, I just knew I enjoyed being there. I would run through the fields, play in the dirt and make frog houses in the sand with my feet and water. It was so much better than the cramped concrete housing complex we lived in. My parents let me know the importance of school as soon as I was old enough to understand what school was, since neither of them graduated high school. They were out being fast, as my mother would put it and got pregnant with me, causing both of them to drop out of school before they graduated. My mother found work cleaning white folks’ houses and my dad became a janitor, but between the two of them, they barely had enough money to make ends meet. My mom got sick all of a sudden and never got any better. One day I went to school, and when I came home, I didn’t see her again until her funeral. My dad tried to explain to me that mom was in heaven, but I didn’t care, it wasn’t a comfort to me because heaven wasn’t home. I feel like she knew she wasn’t going to see me again because she got up extra early that morning and made my favorite breakfast—pigs in a blanket. Soft fluffy pancakes, wrapped around a sausage, with fresh peaches on top, eggs and fresh orange juice. She talked to me about so many things, my little mind just couldn’t comprehend at the time but has come back to my memory so many times in my life. My dad, bless his heart, had a friend at work, Mr. Kanner, who had guided him in purchasing a life insurance policy for himself and my mother.
The policy wasn’t enough to allow my father to retire but it was enough to fulfill my mother’s dream of moving us out of the inner city and into a house in a better neighborhood. He got another job as a janitor in a better school district with better pay, and I worked my ass off. Right before I was set to graduate from high school, my dad got a job at the college I was planning to apply to so that I could go to college for free. I graduated valedictorian from high school and got into the college my dad worked at. Four years later I graduated summa cum laude, and I kept going until I had my law degree and license. I worked bullshit jobs while continually making a name for myself around Mississippi. My break came when a prominent, white businessman was arrested for the murder of his teenage mistress, who was also his babysitter and pregnant with his child. I worked one hundred twelve-hour weeks to get him cleared of the overwhelming charges and evidence that was against him. After that I was sought out and went from a junior associate to a partner. After a few years of that, I’d saved enough to go private, so that is what I did. I took my father out of that neighborhood and retired him, moving him into a new house with a maid and chef. He ended up falling in love with the chef and now they are both retired and living their best lives.
So, I know all about pressure. The difference is, this time I’m emotionally invested. Asher is an amazing person and everything I could want in a man… well as far as I can tell. He is sexy personified, and his commanding presence makes me wet instantly. I have taken to carrying extra panties with me whenever I know I am going to be in his presence. When he opens his mouth and gives me an order, I find myself doing it without question. That day in his office I wanted him to put me in one of those suspended chairs and fuck me. Not make love, not have sex, but fuck. Hair pulling, dirty talking, choking, fucking! And if the tent in his towel that day is anything to go by of, he has more than enough to have me on orgasm overdose.
But he is more than that, he is caring, and kind, generous and funny. He loves his family, and his family loves him. His intelligence is unparalleled, and his creativity is off the charts. He shared with me some of the designs he is working on, and they are like nothing I have ever seen before. If you were to look up big dick energy in anybody’s dictionary it would have a picture of Asher in lieu of a definition, but to be honest, all his brothers carry that energy. And their wives are chef’s kiss, I can see why they snatched them up and I am surprised no one has claimed the last single brothers, cause damn. I’ve had the pleasure of spending time with all of the wives, and they match their husband’s energy perfectly. All the brothers are intimidating especially the oldest two, Josh and Atlas, but Savvy and True have them wrapped around their fingers. And the way Jag looks at Savvy is envy inducing, like she is his whole world. Atlas looks at True in a similar way, but they also look like they are one wrong word away from getting all up in someone’s ass. And Joseph, well he is constantly looking at Joyce like he is seconds away from fucking her no matter where they are.
The other guys, whether they have admitted it or not, have staked their claims as well. Megan reminds me of a Japanese Anemone flower, it’s one of the toughest flowers to kill or get rid of, they keep coming back no matter what. I overheard a little bit about her story, and it seems like Anson is her anchor. He is an intimidating figure, who rarely smiles but always, always has a smile for her. He is always gentle and tender with her but very much a bull in a china shop otherwise. The juxtaposition is fascinating to watch. Then there’s Brooklyn and Aryan, they are too cute, they are definitely playing hard to get with each other and I cannot for the life of me figure out why. Truthfully the why is none of my business. I slide my desk drawer open, grab the extra pair of IhuomaI side tie panties, and stuff them in my purse. When I stand up, I check out the outfit I’d put on to meet with Asher and the team, and smile. It is definitely not an outfit I would wear to court or to meet any other client, but he’s not any other client. I don’t know why I want to get under his skin, outside of it’s fun and it makes me wet. I make sure to grab my jacket and slip it on in case he doesn’t respond like I’m anticipating and head out to the Gideon estate.
Asher
I look at my watch for what feels like the millionth time as I wait for Carla to get here. I swear I’m like a drug head as Savvy would say, and she is my drug of choice. I look at my watch again and hear a chuckle come from behind me.
“And what exactly are you laughing at?” I ask Jabarri
“You’re an ass. You’re as bad as Jag, Atty, and Solo.” He says using all their nicknames.
“I’m just anxious to see where we stand with my case, that’s all,” I say.
“Yeah right. I mean, yeah, that might be part of it, but you just want to see the sexy lawyer you’ve fallen in love with,” he says, laughing as he walks out of the room.
In love? Am I in love with Carla? Is that even possible? We haven’t known each other that long. But then I think of my brothers, all of whom have stated they fell in love damn near immediately. Maybe I am in love with her, but what if she isn’t into what I’m into sexually, could I give that up for her? A lot of people will act like that is the lifestyle they want but in reality, they just want to play with certain aspects of it. Yes, she has shown she can submit but will she ever understand or agree to submit to me fully. Will she kneel for me, wear my collar? Will she like being spanked, tied up, blindfolded, or handcuffed to a bed? Could she give me full control of her? Can she really handle my true personality? I’m a demanding and dominant bastard and I know for some it can be a lot to handle. And if I am in love with her and she can’t accept me in that way, can I give that up for her? While I am standing there having an internal debate with myself, I see Carla walking in the front door that Joyce has opened and realize the doorbell rang and I was too zoned out to hear it.
I smirk, realizing she may be teachable after all, seeing that she rang the bell instead of just walking in like she would have previously. But that fucking outfit would earn her a punishment, either a spanking or perhaps delaying her orgasm. But for her, probably both. She’s wearing a purple skirt suit, the skirt has a split in the front, and I can see the purple garter belt holding up her super sheer white thigh highs just barely peeking through the split. Purple shoes, a sheer white shirt and sheer white bra under her suit jacket. The top couple of buttons of her jacket have come open allowing me to see that her nipples are pierced, and she has purple butterfly barbells going through them. In fairness she does have a jacket on that would hide her bra and piercings once it’s buttoned all the way up, but do I care? No, no I don’t and the growl I let out stops her in her tracks. I move quickly and quietly until I’m right in front of her.
“You really are a brat aren’t you little one?” I growl down to her. Her eyes are on the floor. “Look at me, baby doll.” I tell her and she does. “I really am trying Carla, but you are not making it easy at all. We still have a little over a week to get these charges dropped, so I can’t touch you yet. But I will tell you this, when I do touch you, and believe me I will, it will be to punish you for this stunt you just pulled. I can’t wait to see you stretched out, your ass on fire, cum dripping from your cunt, begging for my touch, but you won’t be able to say a word around the ball gag in your mouth. If you think for one second you are going to sit in front of my family showing off what belongs to me, you are sadly mistaken!”
“Belong to you?” she says and tries to take a shaky step back.
“Do. Not. Make. Another. Fucking. Move.” I grit out low but sharp and she immediately stops moving.
“I was trying to do this nicely. To wait until all this extra bullshit was over with, but you just can’t act right. Did you wear this for me Carla? Did you put this outfit on with me in mind? Were you trying to get a reaction from me baby?” When her eyes drop back to the floor, I crouch a little to force her to look at me. “Tell me little one, did you wear this for me?” She gives me a small nod. “Trust me Carla, you have my attention, all of my attention and there is a lot that goes with that, and I want you to have the chance to make a choice. So, I’m going to give you your one and only chance to walk away from me today and if you do not walk away just know you’re mine, in every sense of the word. Do you remember where my bedroom is?” when she nods in the affirmative, I continue. “If you want to belong to me Carla, you will go upstairs to my bedroom and find a dress shirt or tee shirt to cover up my body and bring your sexy ass back down here. You have ten minutes to figure it out. If you put on my shirt, that means you’re mine, and if not, I will put this beast back on the leash and when this legal shit is over, we can go our separate ways.” As soon as I finish speaking, I turn on my heels and stride out of the room leaving her alone still standing by the front door.