A/N: Here is my newest story: Power Exchange. Please as usual read, review and enjoy.

Disclaimer: I do not own Boondocks. All rights goes to the rightful owners.

Warning: This story contains sexual interactions and course language. You have been warned.

Chapter 1: As the Rains Pours

The rain poured down in heavy droplets as the night wore on. But it was the thunder and lighting that always got Jazmine to remember.

The lights in her apartment flashed through the windows, as the thunder roared not far behind it.

Her television played a movie, one she use to watch with….

But she shook her head from the memories. It never did any good to remember those times. She had made her choice and now she had to live with it.

Jazmine laid on the couch with the remote in her hand. She left her hair in her natural curly state, her face free from make-up and wore nothing but yoga pants and a fitted sweater to combat from the cold. She had no one to look good for anymore not since…

For some reason her mind was on.. him.

She guess that it was the way she felt around him. Because for one in her life, she felt beautiful. Not a freak like the kids in school use to call her. She remember the day she first met him.

The latest thunder shook the light fixture from up above. She remember when she stare into the chandelier as pleasure course through her body. She never knew that when she first met him, he would become a huge part of her life in ways she never expected. Jazmine remember when he first met him.

She was only twelve years old when she met him. Their Granddad move across the street from them. He had two grandsons that he was the guardian for. There weren't many black people in town. Two that Jazmine knew of. Her father Tom and Uncle Ruckus of no relations.

Riley was rambunctious, annoying and a player. Believing himself to be a player. His cornrows were done to perfection because in his own words, 'the ladies love them.' They were the same age and in the same class, but Jazmine couldn't have care less. She pretty much ignored him as he did to her.

But it was his older brother that she couldn't shake. He was tall, fit for fourteen and his large afro look soft, softer than hers. But it was his eyes, his wine coloured eyes that she could never shake. The intense stare that she felt was looking into her soul. They never talk or or shared a conversation when they were younger but she always felt his stare when they went over their house for dinner.

But it was strange, when they live there there wasn't anyone that bother her since she 'knew' the boys so well. But she knew his interests, his likes and what he wanted to do. It was always fascinating to her. She didn't know why but there was something bout him.

But two years later, he left for college. When she turn sixteen, their Granddad passed away and Riley went back to Chicago to live with other relatives.

At eighteen, she started in the University of Chicago for business administrations. She wanted a change but it didn't happen that way. People weren't much different than the were in Maryland. She was alone again and relationships were far and few in between. The girls she was living with were mean and at the end every semester they kicked her out. Two girls she thought were nice to her… well let's say looks can be deceiving.

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Jazmine was having a hard time finding a new place to live. The dorm room she had book for was given to someone else. She had been living with others for awhile but never outstay her welcome. The two girls who she was currently rooming with were nice. Christine and Natalie were nice enough to give her their other room. They were going to take her out to a club for her ninetieth birthday. She even straighten her hair and dressed up for the night.

But it wasn't what she thought it was. She enter the club she was meeting up with the girls and loud music blasted over the d than she saw acts that would shock the mind. It was a sex club but more accurately, a BDSM club. Why would they take her here?

But she couldn't find them anywhere. She called them but no one answered. She knew than she was stood up. They were most likely laughing at her right now. She felt like crying but couldn't find the tears as she walk through to leave.

People were tied up, being whipped and the moans. For some reason the moans were doing something to her as she walked. But one made her stop. She watched as a woman standing in the middle of the room, her arms were above her head and her hands were tied up. A man was touching her in the most intimated places as her moans grew louder. He use different toys to please her as she showed her pleasure.

She couldn't tear her eyes off of them. There was something about it that was beautiful.

"Don't worry little girl I'll take care of you."

She heard someone behind her and the hairs stood up on the back of her neck. She didn't want anything to do with him.

"Sorry but I am heading home," she said quickly, trying to leave and the feeling forgotten.

But he grab her arm, "I think you are here for some fun."

"Sorry but I am not interested in participating."

"But I think you are."

"Cairo."

That voice. She knew that voice. They both turn and saw Huey standing there with his arms cross his chest, showing them off in a black fitted t-shirt. Time only did good things to him. His arms and chest were filled out and his afro was still large. But the intensity in his eyes were the same as she always remembered.

"I believe the girl said no," Huey said.

Cairo took his hand off her arm. He glared at Huey as he walked by but Huey's eyes never left him until he disappeared into the crowd.

His eyes landed back on Jazmine.

"Why are you here?" he asked.

"I came to celebrate my birthday but the girls I was suppose to be with didn't show up," she said honestly. She knew the best course of action with Huey was to tell the truth. He always figured out the truth. But he just stared at her, making her feel a bit uncomfortable. But she knew that she didn't belong here so it was best to leave. "Thank you for saving me but maybe it's best that I go."

Jazmine started to walk away until she felt his hand take her arm gently. She turned up looking at him, staring at her again.

She shifted under his stare until he motion her to follow him. She obeyed his command. Funny enough, it slightly turn her on. They walked up the stairs into a private viewing room and made a gesture to sit across from him.

No words were said as he still stared at her.

"What would you like for the evening?"

Jazmine jumped and saw a waitress in a tight black corset and matching mini skirt with fish net stockings.

"A bourbon neat and a glass of water with lemon," Huey said. The waitress nods and leaves.

"How does one come to a club and not knowing what it is?" he asked. The waitress came back to place both drinks in front of Huey. She quickly left before Jazmine could ask for a glass of water. Huey pushes his towards her. She nodded her head in thanks before taking a sip.

"My roommates picked the place but as I said before they never showed. But they never shown. I call them but I only got their voice mail," she said sadly.

Huey nodded his head in understanding.

"So what are you going to do?"

"I'm basically homeless now. And jobless. This isn't the first time this happen to me but I'll figure something out," she said.

Either said a word after that. Jazmine watch on as other acts were performing. She shifted in her seat as she felt the heat between her legs.

"What's intriguing you?"

Her eyes pulled away and meant with Huey's.

"Uh… well…" Jazmine stuttered out. She didn't know what to say about all of this.

"Be honest Jazz."

When he says her name like that the shivers were crawling down her spine.

"I… I never seen anything like this before. But it looks… Beautiful," she said, her eyes drawn back. She watch the scenes over and over again.

"Have you ever experience any type of sexual pleasure of this kind?" he asked.

Her eyes never torn away as she shook her head.

She felt him behind her as he lean down to whisper in her ear. "It's a power exchange. One person will submit as the other takes control. But the dominated will always take care of his submission. All of these relationships are based on trust. Trust is the key to them. There is no romancing but lust and pain to ensure the highest of pleasures."

She shivered harder but did not see Huey's smirk.

"Tell me Jazz, are you a virgin?" he asked.

Jazmine shook her head as she move her head away.

"But you are inexperienced," Huey stated, making Jazmine feel inadequate.

She nodded her head slowly, knowing that she may have not been a virgin but she never had those types of pleasures before.

"What happened?"

Jazmine took a deep breath in before saying a word, "I had a boyfriend who said he loved me but I was used as a bet. He broke up with me after we done it."

Tears fell from her eyes as she remember that day. Jazmine did thought she was in love but it was a joke. Just like her whole life she was a joke.

"He was a fool," Huey said.

"You are a beautiful girl Jazmine, even I can see that."

Even with the leftover tears in her eyes, she couldn't help but blush.

She met his eyes but no pity was held there, just sympathy. She wanted to change the subject and fast.

"Are… Are you a…?"

"A Dom?" he said simply. She nods her head wanting to know.

"I am," he said taking another sip of his bourbon.

"How?"

Huey's eyes looked into hers. He saw curiosity of the lifestyle he grown to like.

"I was seventeen when I discovered the lifestyle. When I met my master and his submission, they offer to show me and when I was eighteen, I was allowed to go off on my own. I enjoy this lifestyle because of my need of control," Huey told her.

She couldn't believe that Huey was involved with all of this. But it does make sense from what little she knew about him. There was something about it all was intriguing.

"If you are interested, I would like to show you something," he said finishing his bourbon in one shot, "finish your water."

Jazmine quickly drank the rest of her water and they got up. They walk down stairs and into the basement of the club. She could faintly hear the thumping of the music as they walked down a hallway with many doors. She could hear the whipping and moaning behind the doors as they came up to a large man who look like security. She wasn't going to lie, it was turning her on.

"Mr. Freeman, it has been awhile since I have last seen you," he said smiling.

"Yes it has been Tito. But I require a room," he said. Tito look over Huey's shoulder and saw Jazmine standing there. She shifted under his glances and tucks her head down.

Tito raises his eyebrow at Huey, wondering what he was up to.

"We would like to finish our conversation in private," he said. Tito gives Huey a key with a number on it. But Tito had a feeling that it wouldn't be the last time he see this girl.

Huey opens the door and motions Jazmine to enter. She looked around the room, seeing so many things she didn't know what. She saw a bed with hooks and ropes around it. A standing structure in the shape of an X, a interesting looking swing and a bench that was padded.

But there was some ordinary couch and arm chairs in the colour of black. Than she heard the door closed and Huey walking towards her.

There was something about his stare that was different. But it didn't scare her but excited her. He walked around the room, entering the closet, seeing that he grab rope, the same one that was on the bed.

Huey quickly looped it through the ceiling, seeing that there was many hooks above them.

"Did you enjoy the shows above?" he asked while finishing what he was doing.

"Yes it is interesting," she said, "do you do any of that with your submission?"

Huey looked at her. She was paying attention.

"Yes if I did have one," he said.

She didn't know what to say about that as he finished. She looked at the rope, wondering what it was for.

"Where… Where are we?" she asked.

"It's a playroom. Where one can have the experiences they want," he said, "some Doms can't afford some of the luxury for their pleasure or they are new to this lifestyle. This club can provide that if you have a membership. But I do have a question for you Jazz."

The way he said her name like that gave her chills running down her spine.

He walked behind her, leaning to whisper in her ear, "Do you want to taste what they experience?"

Jazmine eyes widen. Surely he didn't offer her…

"You can say no and I would never offer but there is something about you," he said.

Jazmine thought about that. Could she trust him? She trusted so many others but something in her gut told her that she could. She really did wanted to try. But…

"What is going to happen?" she asked.

"Nothing that you are uncomfortable with. I will give you three words, Green, Yellow and Red. Go, slow down or stop basically."

"And …sex?"

Huey snorted, "I will only give you pleasure. Sex is off the table because I don't fuck anyone but my subs. You are either a trainee or a sub. But I will expect you to submit yourself to me as such. You must obey every command I give. But I will need an answer," he said.

She didn't know what came over her, maybe because she was tired of being a boring person, trying to control what she couldn't or not having anything good in her life as she unzip her dress and stood there in her white strapless bra and thong.

"I need to hear you say it," said Huey, grabbing onto the rope and tying it a certain way.

She nodded her head as Huey just raised his eyebrow.

"Yes or no Jazz."

"Y..Ye…Yes," she finally said, sealing her fate into his hands.

He gave her a smirk, "Than we begin."

He tied her hand ups and raised them above her head. Slowly, he touch her body with his hands, starting with her stomach, legs, back and arms. It was like someone was electric her with currents. Her breathing became deeper the more he touch her body.

He grabbed her hair, pulling it as her neck arches. "I don't understand why you would straighten your hair. You look much better as it was, simply beautiful."

Jazmine blushes, not use to those complaints.

He became braver and started to touch her ass and boobs over the fabric. She moan but felt his hands leave her.

"I control your moaning and orgasm. But since you never experience this before I will let that slide. But remember, I can punish you," he said. Huey began again with his touching as she closed her eyes and enjoyed what she was experiencing.

"You are very responsive," he whisper into her ear, "it is enjoyable to watch."

He played with her nipples through the fabric as he pressed himself against her ass and she moaned loudly.

Huey stopped what he was doing, leaving her there alone. She wasn't sure what she had done as she listen to him doing something.

He came back with no shirt on. Jazmine breath deeper looking at his well tone body.

"I believe you should experience what punishment feels like," he said, "what do you think Jazz?"

WHACK!

She felt him smack her backside with his hand, experiencing pain but pleasure.

"Now I want you to count every one out loud," he said, hitting her backside again.

She did as she was told. She counted out every hit on her ass she received. When they got to ten, she had tears in her eyes when he was finished. She breathed in deeply trying to control her body. But she didn't expect him gently rubbing her ass, soothing the burning sensation.

"You did so well Jazz. You should be proud," he said, "but are you alright?"

She didn't say anything, not sure if she should.

"Tell me your colour because remember, communication is key and remember you can control the situation," he said, calming her nerves and touching her gently.

But something about his punishment awoken Jazmine inside of her. She wanted more and she couldn't get enough.

"Green."

Huey chuckled, "You surprised me Jazz. And since you did so well receiving your punishment, you deserve a reward."

She heard vibrations and felt them against her clit. She tried her hardest not to moan, scream or anything.

"I want to hear you Jazz, moan, shout, scream but I want to hear you cum."

She let go and let out a loud moan as the feeling coursed throughout her body. It wasn't until she felt an orgasm ripped through her she screamed. Tears of joy fell down her face as her body went limp. Huey quickly caught her and untied her, falling into his arms. He carried her to the couch, rubbing her mould as she came down. She swears she felt one of his fingers at her opening but was too tired to care. She even thought she heard him moan. Jazmine watch him as he cleaned up, Taking the ropes down from the ceiling and taking the vibrator back to the closet. Once she came down from her orgasmic high, she quickly re-dressed herself as Huey came back with a bottle of water and two glasses of red wine. Jazmine couldn't help but feel disappointed that his shirt was back on.

"Here drink this," he said giving her the bottle of water. She quickly drank the entire bottle, surprised how thirsty she was.

Huey push a glass in front of her, taking a sip of his own.

"I need to apply your aftercare," he said, grabbing a jar off the table. She quickly raised an eyebrow at the jar. He motioned her to turn around to which she did.

"EEEKP!"

She felt something cold hit against her ass as Huey applied his aftercare. He finished with it and was more comfortable when she sat back down. Than he grabbed her wrist, giving them the same treatment, soothing her wounds. After he was finished, he gesture her to drink her wine and found that she enjoyed it.

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

Jazmine wasn't sure what she was feeling. Because there was so many emotions running through her but she couldn't deny that she enjoyed it. But one word kept running through her mind.

"Freed."

Huey chuckled, "That's a first. But it is a freeing experience."

"I'm sorry but that was the first thing that came to my mind," she said softly.

"Do not apologies. It understanding," he said, "but did you enjoy yourself?"

"Yes I did. I never imagine that it would feel that good," she admitted. "like I didn't have to think or decide on anything."

"Well than you had a pretty good birthday in my opinion. Happy birthday by the way," he said taking a sip of his wine.

Jazmine quietly thanked him in more ways than one.

"But I was thinking about your problem, you being homeless and jobless."

Jazmine didn't want to think about that. It wasn't fair that her last job she got fired because he wanted his girlfriend to work with him.

"I think I may have a solution."

"What?"

"I am in need of a housekeeper. My last one I had to fired because she not only stole from me, she didn't listen to my rules. But you would be required to clean my home and cook my meals. And there will be times that I host dinner at my house so you will be in charged of that. I can offer you room and board with everything you required for school, including food, clothing and personal care. I will cover everything you need," he said.

Jazmine looked at him if he was serious but it was hard to read him since he master the blank face. There was more to this than meets the eye.

"But there's more isn't there?" she asked, taking another sip as she tried to calm down.

"You are insightful. And you are right because I am in the market for another sub."

Jazmine almost chocked on her wine when he said that, "And you are thinking that…?"

"You can become my sub? It is a possibility but I will have to train you of course but I cannot deny that you are a natural and can be amazing in this lifestyle," he said.

"But how can you afford all of …this?"

"You don't know?"

Jazmine shook her head.

"Have you ever heard of a company called GEO Incorporations?"

She nods.

"I created that company when I started college, when I was finished. It became one of the top companies in Chicago," Huey said making it sound like it wasn't a big deal. But Jazmine knew it was a big deal.

"Anyways it is getting late," he said drinking the rest of his wine and getting up. He held her up as well and left the room.

As they walked through the club again, the loud music still thumping away and the scenes were more lively. But it was different to look at now she knew what they were feeling. As they walked outside, Huey hailed a cab and opening the door for Jazmine.

"I want to make sure you get home safely," he said.

"I could have taken the subway," she said getting in.

"Than I would worry. Here," he said, giving her money and a card, "text me when you are home safely."

Huey shut the door as the cab drove off. She looked back until she couldn't see him anymore. She saw the lights on at the apartment when she arrived. She was hurt from what they did and was going to talk to them in the morning. As promise she texted Huey that she was home safe.

As she entered the apartment, both Christine and Natalie were laughing at some TV show as she walked in.

"Hey where were you?" Christine asked. Looking up.

"I ran into a friend. I thought we were going out for my birthday?" Jazmine asked.

"That was today? I thought it was next week," Natalie said, not removing her eyes from the TV.

There was no point in arguing with them because this was the only place she could live as she just walked into her room. It was small, not much bigger than a walk in closet and she didn't have much to begin with. But was it the only place she could live? She wonder about Huey's offer and should she take it.

But she didn't want to think anymore as she got herself ready for bed. But her dreams were of Huey having his wicked way with her.

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Jazmine felt refresh when she awoke. But she needed to get herself ready for the day. She dressed and brush her teeth in the bathroom and walked out to the kitchen.

Christine and Natalie were talking in the kitchen with another girl. They stopped once they saw Jazmine standing there. She had a uneasy feeling that something was going to go down.

"What's going on?" she asked.

"Jazmine there is no easy way to saw this but we want you to move out," said Natalie.

"What? What did I do?" Jazmine asked. What is going on?

"We need to study and if you are out all night…" Christine began.

"Out all night? I thought we were going out for my birthday last night but you ditched me!" she screamed.

"See she always gets like this," Christine said to her friend.

"Seriously? I cook, clean and help you out when you need it and this is the thanks I get?" Jazmine asked.

"What are you talking about Jazmine? We do all the cooking and cleaning," Christine said pissed off.

"You know what? Forget it I'm not on the lease and good luck to you. You are going to need it."

Jazmine stormed out of the kitchen and began packing. She couldn't believe that they kicked her out using a flimsy excused. But she didn't care anymore. Everyone in her life always push her to the back as they shine. Even her own parents. She left without saying another word with all of her things.

She cried all the way to the coffee shop to figure out what to do. She had no job, no money and no place to live. She was completely homeless.

As she paid for her coffee, somehow Huey's card was in her hand with his number on it. Could she? She could do all of the things he asked for and learning more about…

Jazmine quickly dialled the number and waited.

"Freeman."

"Huey?"

"Jazmine I wasn't expecting your call so soon."

"I know but I wanted you to know that my answer is yes."

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The thunder roar Jazmine out of her thoughts. She remember that day well. When Huey found out that she was kicked out, he send out a car to pick her up and brought her to his home. Did she made a rash decision? Maybe but she never regretted it. Not in a million years.

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