The BOOK of RENEE Ch. 05 - Sex Stories

The BOOK of RENEE Ch. 05

"Huh?" Jaquan's eyes fluttered as he awoke on the couch facing the fireplace mantel which served double duty as Renee's family tree.

He was naked from head to toe lying flat on his back with his business open to the world. Despite some aches and pains, he felt oddly energized. His hand drifted up after grazing his flaccid manhood over his chest to his face. He could smell her distinctive musk all about his person, particularly on his palms. His illicit tryst with the elder Kelly left the man feeling marked. Jaquan's gaze fell upon Renee's framed picture again with its icy countenance making it feel as if she were glaring at him from across the room.

Next to it in a smaller frame was Aurthur Van Allen who also seemed to be looked upon his nudity in smug fashion. Jaquan hated the man from the moment he understood the connection with Renee. The hangdog look made him want to beat the shit of the elderly blue blood; but he knew it would be a defeat for him before the handcuffs were slapped on his wrists. Mr. Van Allen never made any bones about what he thought of Jaquan, albeit mutely. His gaze fell upon Renee's photo again, icy cold.

Jaquan sat up on the couch in the middle of the spacious living room, resting his elbows on his knees. His interlocked fists covered his mouth as he pondered what he'd learned and what happened afterwards. Things got sort of twisted as he reeled from the revelation that he was the front man and public cuck for what was probably a ...

... clandestine sugar baby relationship. This was alien territory for a man used to having his pick of any woman he set his eyes on from day one. Women fought over him and dropped their drawers without even a first date. It drove his physician mother up the wall trying to coral her son.

Then Renee happened; and the exotic looking beauty was all he could think about until he had her.

She was beyond high maintenance treating Jaquan as her plaything early on in the goings; but he was determined to have her one way or another... until he did. Renee seemed perpetually surly after being deflowered and ravished for an extended weekend in a high-end hotel which he was now certain was paid for on the Van Allen coin. She disappeared for a time from his life only to return even more irritated and unmanageable. They were obliged to work out their differences between the sheets where she excelled, her exotic looks discounting her noxious demeanor. She was still dismissive, but now nigh- psychotically possessive. Jaquan wasn't used to being policed but bent the knee to keep the peace.

"Shit, I fucked up." Jaquan looked over the tops of his clasped fists at the expansive living room with its pervasive sense of decay, antebellum tinged history on display. His gaze fell upon the cluttered table looking over the various odds and ends, little statuettes and other items which had no meaning to him. Things weren't perfect, but workable before Renee insisted on making this trip back to her ...