“Don’t fuckin’ touch me, Brat. I already told yo’ ass what was up. What? You don’t understand what the fuck the word no means?” His tone had yet to rise, and although his eyes were soft, they held no emotion.
Pushing his gun away, I drug him to where I wanted him to be. I was terrified and damn near ready to piss on myself anytime I saw his pistol, but right now I needed him to believe I wasn’t. “Stop overreacting and sit,” I said.
“The fuck you want to sit in my face for? You can move just fine now.”
“How old are you, Black? Zeus called you young blood so much while he was here so I’m guessing you’re young,” I said ignoring him.
“Mind yo’ fuckin’ business and don’t ask me shit else.”
“I’m twenty-nine, but you knew that already. My birthday is coming up, and then I’ll officially be in the thirty club.” Ignoring him to spark conversation and loosen him up was all I had. I needed him to let his guard down even a smidge and I’d take it from there. It was the only way I could get out of this tonight.
“I don’t give a fuck, Brat,” he stated and stood to leave.
Rounding the island, I stopped him in his tracks. He forced me to accept this kidnapping so now I had to force him to accept this fake ass matter of interest. Placing my hand on his chest, I looked up to him with a half-smile and pushed him back down. “I said you’re eating with me. I’m not letting you do anything but that.”
“Why the fuck you so headstrong on eating with a nigga? You wanted me to leave you alone since day one now you in my goddamn face bothering the fuck out of me.”
“So? It’s always a gun in my face bothering me so what we talking ‘bout?” He rolled his eyes but stayed seated.
I walked back over to the stove and felt his gaze glued to my backside the entire time. He gave me a compliment when I dressed in my red silk gown, so I figured why not try it again. Today, I sported another one that couldn’t hide my shape if it tried. The previous one concealed my assets, but this one was laced and revealed more than a little. I wanted… no, I needed this man yearning for me by the end of the night. Putting you out of commission then in cuffs is crazy work, but it’s the only thing that’s happening tonight for me to regain my freedom.
I plated our food and poured glasses of wine. A glass or two was all we needed to take it there. His eyes were finally doing something other than silently threatening me. I smirked knowing I was about to show out. He thought he wanted a bitch yesterday; I was about to make this nigga beg for it.
Placing his entree in front of him along with his glass of wine, I decided to sit across from him. I could use some tricks to lure him back to talking shit and lusting openly. When I was finally comfortable and seated, I placed my left hand on the table palm side up. He knew what I wanted yet his gaze shifted from my face to my hand several times over.
“I thank God before I eat, Black.” He waved me off when I quickly reached across the table and grabbed it. I was the aggressor now, and I couldn’t deny how good it felt. I rattled off a prayer before letting him go.
He was hesitant on eating, so I used the opportunity to feed him. I was doing the most but at the end of the day, he was a man, and I was bomb as fuck. I was back on my feet and rounding the table. I took a seat on the corner crossing my legs so they could be seen. His eyes trailed from my shin up to my center. He wasn’t hiding what captured his attention.
Picking up his plate, I scooped some food up on the fork and went to feed him. He chuckled at my attempt while shaking his head. “Who the fuck you take me for Brat? I may not talk numbers the way you do but a nigga talk body language just fine. You want me to lay dick in yo’ pretty ass and I have no problem doing so. But what the fuck changed between yesterday and today? You don’t know a nigga favorite number but ready to cum on my dick.” He was throwing back all the bullshit I stated from the kitchen incident.
You’re smarter than you look, that’s for damn sure.
“I have no clue on what you’re talking about. I was just feeding you since you seem like you’re incapable of doing it yourself.”
“I’m capable of catching a fuckin’ nut by myself too and here you are offering yo’ fuck ass assistance.”
“I haven’t offered you anything, Black. I’m just?—”
“Putting all this shit on display for me to look at, fantasize about, began to crave, then devour, right? Or am I tripping? Tell me you ain’t trying to set a nigga up right now.” That coldness was loud and clear. His entire body radiated that shit and if I didn’t lie my ass off in this very moment, I was done for.
Fuck it, Che-Che. Put it on him right here and in the bedroom, too. Drained niggas can’t run.
Sitting the plate down, I uncrossed my legs and straddled his lap. He didn’t move me or lay a finger on my body. I sat there nervously thinking he would reject me, and I’d be back to square one. Wrapping my arms around his neck, I leaned in and took in his scent. My lips brushed against his flesh and my kitty started to purr. This wasn’t supposed to be enjoyable for me, but I found myself wanting more physical contact.
“What’s your favorite number, Black?”
“How many times can you cum?” he asked boldly.
“As many times as you need me to,” I answered. “My favorite color is brown by the way.”
“You got ‘bout thirty seconds to get the fuck off my lap before you find yo’ guts rearranged,” he warned me. For some reason, his words caused a tingle to surge and curiosity to spark. I was more than interested in seeing if that was possible.
“I’m not moving, so do with that what you may,” I challenged.
It was six in the evening with plenty of time to go at it. If being in my guts was the only way to tire him out, I was prepared for the ride. I had a business run and kids to help. This shit ended today!
“Fuck it,” he said securing me around his waist as he stood.
