“I’m not tolerating any more disrespect from you. From now on, you will act like you’re a part of this family, or so help me God, Butterfly, I will dispose of you. Am I clear?” he inquired as he glared at me.
“Crystal,” I replied hoarsely.
“Good.” Syris’s warm mouth covered and savored my pert nipples while his thick fingers stimulated my honeypot. No matter how much I revolted his touch, I didn’t move a muscle because he had finally broken me, and I was tired of fighting.
Once he got his fill of my ample breasts, his mouth covered mine as my tears rained down my face. I was going to die hating this man, but right now, surviving was the main entree on my plate. Our tongues fell right into sync for a brief moment, before his long, meaty, dick impaled me without any warning.
My nails raked across his muscular back, and he swallowed my screams from the foreign intrusion. “Damn, that’s what I’m talking about,” he moaned. My pussy was inflamed from the way he pierced me, but I had to tolerate it.
“Fuck, Butterfly! I missed this shit. You’re the only woman’s pussy who makes me act so fucking insane. I’m sorry for hitting you, but you gotta learn, baby. You have got to learn,” he voiced solemnly and stroked deeper in me. Before I could catch myself, I squirted on him.
He flashed me a cocky grin as my back arched off the bed because he could tell that I did miss his dick. Sex was never going to be an issue for us because our passion was there, but hislifestyle was what I couldn’t fuck with. Syris rained kisses down on me, and that made me cry harder because I loved him just as much as I hated him. He was forcing me to live in a world that I was unaccustomed to, and I didn’t want to be a part of.
No matter how he knew how to please my body, I still didn’t want him. Love didn’t live here anymore, only my new best friend, survival. Syris’s strong arms wrapped around my thick thighs, and he pounded into me like a mad man. Whatever point he was trying to prove, he did because I was cummin’ left and right from his deep and hostile strokes.
“Shit, I’m about to cum!” he roared and collapsed on top of me. He filled me to the brim with his seeds as I laid there and didn’t move. Syris’s body continued to spazz as my heavy lids closed and drifted off into the slumber.
I wasn’t sure how long I was asleep, but the feel of something warm and wet dabbing at my face prompted me to stir in my sleep until I opened my eyes. My entire body felt like I had been run over by an eighteen-wheeler truck. Slowly, I sat up with Temi’s help then she sat the damp rag on my nightstand. Peering around my room, there were so many designer bags and boxes littered everywhere that Temi barely had any room to move.
“What’s going on?” I probed in a confused and raspy tone. Temi handed me a glass of water and a thick coated tablet. “What’s this?”
“Water for your dry throat and that, my dear, is pain medicine to help with your soreness. Your masseuse is outside your room on standby once we’re done talking.”
I squinted at her because I didn’t trust her or her generosity. “Why are you being so nice to me and where did all this shit come from?”
“It’s Syris's way of apologizing. There’s also a new Benz in the driveway for you. I’m here, my dear, to offer you some very muchunsolicited but helpful advice. Now as much as it pains me to say this, it has to be said.
“Era, he loves you most of all. I’ve never seen Syris get so furious with anyone except you. You were all he talked about from the moment y’all met. I know you’re not accustomed to the ways of our country, and him forcing you to stay here doesn’t help one bit, but if you want to stay alive, then do as he says. You don’t realize that you have the upper hand.
“He’s so obsessed over you that he would do just about anything to keep you. That means you have all the power. You control his heart and dick. That’s one hell of a combo, baby girl.
“I know you want to get out and come and go like the rest of us, so oblige him. Make him feel like he has your heart. You want that pottery studio I hear you shouting so much about, then earn it. And please show his kids some attention, especially Poppy. He loves her dearly, and she’s so smitten with you. Can you do that?” she quizzed pleadingly while looking into my eyes.
I wiped away a few of my fallen tears because I didn’t want to become this needy and submissive woman, but if playing that role got me the hell out of this mansion, then so be it. “Yeah, I can try.”
A smile covered her beautiful face. “Good. Dinner is in a few hours, so I’ll send in your masseuse and stall Syris a bit,” she spoke as she rose from the bed and floated to my door.
“Temi?”
“Yes,” she answered with a smile.
“Will you tell me one day the real motive behind why you’ve been so nice to me since my arrival?”
“In due time.” She waved goodbye, and I shouted a quick thank you behind her. I wasn’t sure how to be docile and submissive, but for the idea that was churning in my head, I had no choice but to figure it out.
CHAPTER
FOUR
Muse
May 2025
“I’m sorry,ma’am, but it seems like you’re saying my son has some kind of syndrome. There’s nothing wrong with MJ,” I responded to his second-grade teacher.
Tonight was the parent-teacher conference, and I was proud that MJ’s grades were great and so was his behavior, but both his teacher and I noticed that certain textures disturbed him something serious. I was all up for doing any and everything to get my boy the help he needed, but his teacher needed to clarify some details because I didn’t understand the results from the assessment the school counselor had given him.
“My apologies if I’ve confused you in any kind of way. MJ suffers from a touch sensory disorder. It’s when an adult or child in this case, has a hypersensitivity to touch. Individuals who experience touch sensitivity often say they are more bothered by things that touch their skin than others. While in recess, or arts and crafts, he won’t partake in certain activities because his disorder won’t allow him to.
