The score was tied, 19-19. Prince had the ball and was backing me down to the basket.

"Priiiinnnce!!!" I whined, reaching through his arm for the ball. "Your being such a dick right now."

"Did you say you wanna suck my dick right now?..."

I creased my brows, standing up a little. "What?"

He grunted, pushing me back with his elbow, making me fall to the ground. I scowled at him as he pivoted and shot the ball.

"That's game." he looked down on the ground at me. "Wanna play again?"

I cut my eyes at him. "You know damn well I don't wanna play again." 

Prince held his hand out. "Come on now don't be a sore loser."

I took it and he yanked me up, more than he needed too. "Damn nigga how much do you think I weigh?"

"Well judging by this." He reached behind me and palmed my ass. "More than 100." He smiled, then looked down at my lips.

I scoffed and sashayed off into the house, Prince following behind me:

"Aw baby don't be like that."

I put my hand up, dismissing him. "I'm bitter."

"I told you bitter doesn't looks cute on you, come on baby smile."

"You pushed me on the ground."

"You gotta toughen up baby."

"Piss off Prince." I yanked open the fridge and pulled out a water bottle. I slid it on the counter towards him as he took a seat and pulled out one of my own.

"Wanna place a little wage on the next game..."

I hopped up on the counter and twisted open my water. "I told you I'm not playing again."

He pouted. "Come ooon, you know you want to."

I rolled me eyes, giving in. "Shoot."

"Ok best two out of three, loser has to scrub the floor."

"Ok." I turned up my water bottle.

"Nude."

I spit my water out and stared at him in disbelief, but he looked dead serious.

A chill went down my spine. "That's so.....kinky."

He smirked putting his finger up, sipping from his water. "During the game..."

"Ok."

"We play for clothes, if I score you strip, if you score i'll drop somethin' ."

My mouth gaped open. "No!"

"Why not?"

"So I can be ass naked outside and you can be fully clothed. Ha! Kiss my ass."

"We were just tied a few minutes ago."

"Yeah because you obviously took it easy, you and I both know you could break my ankles if you really wanted to."

He shrugged. "Maybe."

I cut my eyes at him. "You are by far the biggest asshole I have ever met."

"That ain't why you was sayin' last night in the handcuffs now were you mama."

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"I have a little surprise."

With those words, I picked up Prince's black box off the floor and rummaged through it briefly. With a wide grin I held up each hand, a pair of silver handcuffs and in the other was a black blindfold.

I dangled them on my index fingers. "Wanna play?"

He smirked, taking the blindfold and the cuffs. I put my hands together in front of me, both of us in a deep stare as he clicked the cuffs around each of my wrists and adjusted them down firmly.

Then he slipped the blindfold over my eyes; snapping the elastic band against the thick curls on the back of my head.

He pushed me back a couple of steps and eased me back onto the sofa. He gently pressed his lips to mine and wrapped his hands around my back. Our tongues danced together and his hands reached the clasp of my bra. Our mouths stayed together as he pulled the clasp apart.

I felt him drop to his knees in front of me and pulled my thighs apart to slide in closer to me. I let his hands explore my body, running his fingers through my hair and over my face. I sucked a finger as it passed by my mouth. He caressed my neck and shoulders, then slid his hands to my breasts. His hands slid further down her waist and into the waistband of my lacy panties. I raised myself off the sofa slightly to let him slip the panties over my hips and down my thighs. He had to scoot back as I raised my knees high, allowing him to pull the panties over my ankles and toss them aside. As I lowered my feet to the floor, He ran his hands up her inner thighs, spreading my legs wide apart.

I whispered faintly. "Yes"

I threw my head back in ecstasy as he touched between my legs. He explored with his fingers a little more, making sure that he had touched me everywhere. He stopped moving for a minutes, then slowly I felt his face getting closer and closer. I could feel his breath on my inner thigh, and raised my hips to meet his face.

"Say the alphabet.."

Before I could question him he pressed my mouth against me and explored inside my lips with my tongue. I almost choked on my gasp as he pressed his tongue deep inside me and withdrew.

"A...B...C...D..." my voice getting higher and my back arching with every letter. "E...F...G..."
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I hopped off the counter and flicked him off. "Fuck you, because I remember you screaming like a bitch when I was on top. Since you wanna call me out."

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I straddled him, taking his dick in my hand and sliding it in myself. We both moaned together in passion.

I rocked slowly back and forth. He moved his hips slowly against mine. Our heavy lidded eyes were locked, Prince liked that shit. He always wanted to see your reactions. The face you made because of him but what we both wanted was a nice slow fuck to finish our sexual adventure for the night.. We both looked in the mirror and smiled at the erotic sight, both of us completely naked with me bouncing up and down and back and forth. We were both pretty hot. Thanks to the workouts we get on stage, especially him. All of that makes everything even hotter in the bedroom. Prince had Slow Love playing in the background softly, the air already erotic and watching ourselves made it even more so.

"Say my name!" I demanded, bouncing harder. He dug his finger tips into my hips.

"Say my damn name!" I slapped him across the face. His eyes shot open.

Jasmyn what the fuc-" I slapped him before he could finish his sentence.

"Say it!"

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"I have a bruise on my cheek." he pointed to his the side of his face. "I had to double up on makeup today."

I shrugged. "I was in the moment."

His jaw dropped, slamming his hands on the counter. "You said you were gonna slip my fuckin throat."

"But did you die though?"

He wagged his finger at me, getting off the stool. "Girl.."

I snickered, hopping off the counter. "Pussy."

He pointed his finger in my face."See why you had to go there."

I did the same, just to be a brat. "Because you went there first."

"Well let's go outside then."

"Hell yeah we'll go outside."

"And you can get ball first since your a giirrrrlll" he taunted me. I rolled my eyes resting my hands on my hips. He pulled me in by my waist, I had to hold my bitch face strong because Lord knows he just so damn fine.

I pushed him in the chest. "No you get the ball first..bitch."

He sized me up, scoffing. "Well bring it on then."

"Oh I will!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!!"

"Fine!!"

I stomped past him outside, and grabbed the ball from under the basket. I bounced the ball to him as hard as I could and got into guarding position.

He palmed the ball and held it away from me. "Come get it."

I was reaching through trying to get the ball, if this was a real game the amount of reaching fouls I would get would foul me out immediately.

"Come on, come an get it." his lips pecked me on the cheek every time I got closer.

I twisted my mouth trying not to giggle, "You are such a dick Prince."

"Hey look over there." he nodded his head to the left. I looked where he nodded and he pecked me on the cheek before bulldozing towards the basket. I didn't even try to go get him there was no use. I peeled off my t-shirt, not even wanting to watch the shot go in. I threw my shirt off to the side.

He strutted back over, watching me as he made his way in front of me. "Make it take it..."

I waved my hand, dismissing the idea. "That's bullshit, gimme the ball."

He squeezed the ball with both hands. "No I scored first."

"Ok and? nigga you got the ball first."

He huffed and tossed me the ball. "Since you wanna be a baby."

I rolled my eyes and bounce passed him the ball. "Check up."

He passed it back and got into a weak guarding position, nigga wasn't even trying. So I bolted past him and layed the ball up. I strutted past him, yanking on his shirt. "Take it off baby, take it ooooof!"

He stripped his shirt off, and tossed it to the side. I ran my hand over his abs. He put his hand over my hand and slid it slowly into the waistband of his pants. I snatched my hand back an slammed the ball into his chest. "Your ball."

He chuckled, nodding his head. As I was walked past him to guard him he slapped me on the ass. I jolted, giggling.

The game went on, clothes were lost. Ass, titties, and dicks were grabbed. By now were both naked up against the car, making out. We had on less clothes than we thought so neither one of us got to 21.

I tilted my head up to the sky, letting him kiss on my neck. "Prince, would you die for me."

"Is that supposed to be a joke?"

I snickered. "No, I'm being serious would you die for me..."

"Yes."

I pondered on his simple answer. "No that's too easy..." I met back up with his lips, talking between our kisses. "Would you...would you live for me?"

His eyes were half-lidded, his voice was deep. "Yes."

I pressed my finger to his lip. "Don't say this oath thoughtlessly." I ran my finger down the center of his lip. "Desire becomes surrender, surrender becomes power." His tongue ran over my finger as he looked into my eyes.

"Do you want this..?" I whispered.

"I do.."

I grabbed his chin, pulling his lips close to mine. "Say it.." I bit his bottom lip. "Say it...pretty pretty pretty.." I urged him on.

"Please."

I licked his top lip. "Your so good."

I loved those moments where I was in control, when I could have him lusting after me, wanting me, craving me. The rush of having sex outside against the car was getting to us, the biting got more intense, he picked me and turned around so that I was straddling him. Our breathes hitched on our throats and just as he was about to enter me, the most high pitched scream made us freeze. I looked over Prince's shoulder and saw Liliana standing there, horrified. Prince dropped his head into my neck, laughing. I was on the other hand completely and utterly embarrassed. I opened my mouth to speak but I couldn't say anything, she just screamed and screamed and screamed until she finally hit the grass.

"Oh my god." My hands shot to Prince's shoulders. "She passed out."

He pressed his lips together trying not to smile. "I would think so."

"It's not funny." I hopped off his lap and frantically started putting my clothes on. "I may or may not have just traumatized a potential employee. " I kicked my legs trying to get into my shorts. "This is the most unprofessional thing I have ever done in my life."

I ran over and checked her pulse. "She's still alive atleast."

Prince strutted over, slipping his peach turtleneck over his head. "If seeing that would've killed her, then just imagine her seeing last night."

I punched him in the shin. "This isn't funny Prince."

"Now now, don't worry she's fine. She's a tough girl with tough vocal chords. " He leaned over and kissed the top of my head. "I'll carry her in the house, you go run the shower."

I furrowed my brows. "Run the shower? Why would I-"

"Run the goddamn shower!"

"Okay! okay!" I wailed, running into the house.

I cocked my head to the side at the knobs, shifting my hands from hot to cold. "Hot water or cold water, hot water we'd scald her. Cold water, she'll die from pneumonia in a week."

I heard Prince's heels clicking into the guest room. He stood in the door frame with Liliana in his arms. "What are you doing I thought I told you to turn on the water."

"Well it would be on but I didn't which one to pick."

He chuckled, walking to my side. "You have no life experience."

My mouth gaped. "Sorry i'm not used to being caught fucking."

He shook his head and laid her in the tub. "Watch this, I'm gonna teach you something.." I watched as he peeled off her shoes and sock. "Go get her some of your clothes."

"Why my clothes?"

"Jasmyn." he said, sternly. I rolled my eyes and went to sift through my drawers. I whipped out a black sweatshirt and some black tights and my fluffy black socks. I guess you could say I like my clothes how I like my men.

I hopped up on the counter setting the clothes to the side. "You just gonna leave her clothes on?"

"You want me to take them off and have you chase me around the house with a knife?"

I giggled. "You know me so well."

He exhaled. "You shouldn't have to fear for you life everyday Prince."

I hopped off the counter and wrapped my arms around him from behind, making my voice mushy. "I love you pooks."

"I know you do."

I bit into his back.

"Ow! Say baby I ain't into all that."

I rolled my eyes. "Oh what aren't you into..."

"That candle wax shit." I felt him cringe. "I can't get with it."

"Oh look one thing that doesn't give you an erection."

"Nope, not even a wiggle down there."

I fucking howled. He could always make me laugh. No matter what?

"Ok look.." he put his hands on both the knobs. I poked my head out from under his arm. "I've had a lot of my boys fall out after a night out, but we had shows and sounchecks the next day. So, we would take them and throw them in the shower, crank the nozzle as cold as it goes, and let it run over them for about 30 seconds." He showed, me and  I saw her flinched. I clenched onto him tighter.  "After 30 seconds, turn the water up as hot as you can stand for another 30 seconds. It opens up the capillaries, increases blood flow and provides an all-around sense of stimulation. Ya' know. The good shit."

I nodded. "Ok."

"If they don't wake up go with one more cycle of icy cold." he tapped the cold water knob. "Always end on cold."

After another 30 seconds, he turned the water off. "She'll be up in a few, her blood is gonna start pumpin' in the right places soon."

"Prince.."

"Yeah."

I laid my head on his back.. "Are we goin' to jail."

"Maybe."

"You know this is your fuckin' fault right." I reminded him.

"Why do you always have a attitude."

"What!?!" I let go of him and clapped in his face. "Cause you don't fuckin' listen."

He clapped back in my face. "You always talkin' shit."

"And you always talkin' to other bitches!!"

He cut his eyes, wondering where that came from. I don't even know where it came from, but I had to go along with it. I already said it. "What bitches!?"

"Who's that bitch you always talkin' too!"

"You!!"

I gasped, offended. "I am not a bitch."

He poked me in the chest. "Your right! Your crazy!"

"I'm not crazy!"

"You cussed me out yesterday over some damn fries!"

"You should've gave me your damn fries. You don't eat shit anyway!"

"No!" he pointed his finger in my face. "I asked you if you wanted fries before I ordered."

I clapped my syllables in his face again. "Okay and? I didn't want them before but they looked good when you got em'."

"You always yellin' for no reason." 

I poked him in the chest. "Well you the reason i'm always yellin'!!!"

He opened his mouth to speak but the stopped and stepped back. 

"Fuck is you doin?"

He titled his chin up, making his eyes turn to slits. A devlilish smile on his smile. "You want some head?"

I was taken aback, I didn't exactly know what to say. I pressed my lips together trying not to smile or show any happy emotion. 

He grabbed my hand. "Come on, let me release that stress."

I heard Liliana stir and I snatched my hand back. "Get out!" I tried to push him out the bathroom door. 

"Why?"

"We've scared her enough today and I don't thinking being face to face with Prince is gonna be easy for anyone."

"What'chu tryin' to say?"

"You fine as hell, you'll shock her and she'll pass out again."

"I do have that affect on people."

I scoffed at his ego. He had his shy moments sure enough, but he knew for a fact that he was fine. He knew it. He wouldn't have his level of confidence is he didn't.

I pushed him out the bedroom door. "Go down to the studio and don't come back up until you hear the front door closing." 

He pouted. "Come on, i'm bored." I rolled my eyes at his whining. "Come on, i'm bored. Play with me."

I groaned and grabbed his face kissing him, he slipped his tongue into my mouth. So we ended up having a mini makeout session before I finally pushed him out the door. "Now go away..."

"45 minutes?"

I nodded furiously. "45 minutes, i'll meet you in the studio. Set up the camera."

"Honey or the handcuffs?"

I pondered for a second. "Both"

"You wanna do the pecans again?"

I exhaled. "Yeah but see the last time we had to get the soundboard cleaned."

"Oh yeah." He tucked his hands in his pockets. "We can go inside the booth?"

My eyes widened in excitement. "And record it."

He chuckled. "What have I done to you?"

"Turned me out, now go." I slammed the door in his face before could say anything else. I turned and looked around the room. "I swear that man is gonna get me pregnant atleast 5 times."

"Excuse me." I heard Liliana footsteps come out the bathroom. She looked around highly confused and a little scared. I tried to make my voice as soft as possible. 

"Hey girl..."

"What happened?"

"Uhmm.." I pushed off the door. "Girl you fell into the pool." 

"But I could've sworn I saw-"

"There are some clothes in there so you can change."

"But I saw you and Pr-"

"Meet me downstairs when your done byyyyeeee..." I left the bedroom before she could ask anymore questions and went to the kitchen to make me and her some coffee. Prince told me no coffe for a month but what's he gonna do? Fight me? I put a few donuts on a plate, stacking them in a pyramid.

I set the coffee down on the island and saw her walk into the kitchen. "Hey there girl, well I know it's not much but I figured you'd rather stay in the house."

She nodded, taking a seat. "Yeah..." I looked closely and noticed she was clutching her poetry book, the same one from the club. 

"So here's why I brought you here." I took a seat, getting down to business. "I have a new album in the works and this time I plan to tour. I need you on my production staff, as a sort of artistic director. I don't need you for songwriting. I need you for aesthetic purposes."

Her brow raised. "You want me to sell you my poetry."

"No." I put my finger up. "I don't want it. You keep it. I'm paying you to write poetry. I may use it for tour purposes, like intermission or something."

She clutched her book tighter. "I don't know."

"Let me break this down for you." I crossed my legs. "I've written upwards of 80 songs for this album and counting, I haven't recorded all of them yet but that takes time. So, my goal for this show is to tell my story. I wanna tell the story of how me and my boyfriend came to be. I want to take them from the beginning of our relationship to where we are now. I wanna take them from 1982 all the way to now." I took a sip of my coffee. "I wanna take them on our emotional journey so." I slapped the table making her jolt. "That's where you come in...the job of a poet is to convey emotion. I'm gonna tell you my life story, or atleast our story. You ponder over it and let yourr creative process take place write me 21 poems in time for the first production meeting."

She opened her mouth to speak but I put my hand up silencing her. "Take your time, I wouldn't rush this decision. It's a commitment."

I watched her face contort as she thought. I swiveled side to side in the stool, sipping my coffee.

"Hi." I heard Prince's voice from the kitchen entrance. I looked up from my coffe and saw him leaning in the doorframe, his hands tucked in his pockets. I looked over at Liliana and she was frozen, wide-eyed. 

"This nigga." I mumbled to myself.

"I'm Prince." I looked over at Liliana who was star-struck to the core. I felt for her though, I remember when I first met Stevie Wonder. I threw up, thank the Lord he didn't see it.

"What are you ladies up to?"

"Business.." I said, plainly. 

He looked over at Liliana and she still hadn't said anything. He laughed, running his thumb over his nose. "Oh, how rude of me. I haven't give you enough time to freak out yet." He waved his hand. "You may do so now?"

She dropped to the ground like a sack of potatoes. 

"Prince!!"

"What!?! I just asked a question."