“I’m not people.” I looked at her straight. “My beef is with your husband. Not you. You didn’t do anything to me or mine and I don’t make people pay for somebody else’s sins. That’s not who I am.”
She looked at me for a long time after that. Really looked at me the way she had been doing since the first day but different now. Like she was seeing something she hadn’t fully clocked before.
“Who are you really? You not a regular street nigga because it’s no morals or heart in this shit.” she asked.
“Somebody who takes family, loyalty, and respect seriously. Somebody who doesn’t move until a line gets crossed and when it does he moves all the way.” I leaned forward. “Your husband crossed a line with somebody I love. This is what crossing that line costs.”
She was quiet. Then — “I don’t know what he did. But I believe you that he did it.” Something moved through her voice when she said it. Something tired and old that told me this wasn’t the first time she had been sitting in a room somewhere paying for something her husband had done. “Whatever it was he probably deserved this.”
The way she said it landed different than I expected. There wasn’t bitterness behind it exactly. More like resignation. Like a woman who had been making peace with the choices of the man she married for a long time. If I knew nothing else, I knew a woman who’d been hurt and betrayed by a nigga. All my bitches wore that same look at one point.
I stood up and picked up the food container and held it out to her and this time she took it without arguing.
She ate and I sat with it and after a while she looked up at me.
“Can I take a real bath tonight.” Her voice was quieter now. Not begging exactly but close to it. “I’ve been washing up in that bucket for days and I just — I need to feel clean. I’ve heard of having to take hoe baths, but I’ve never experienced that til now, and that’s not the life I live. I’m going crazy.”
I had been thinking about it for a couple days already. The logistics of it and the risk of it, whether she had earned that trust. Three days of no attempts to escape, no screaming, no trying to signal when I opened the window to let air in. She had been cooperative in a way that went beyond just being scared.
“Don’t try anything. I respect you as a woman so I’ll let you do that.” I said. “I’ll be in the doorway the whole time.”
She nodded.
I untied her ankles and unclipped her wrist from the headboard and walked her to the bathroom. I gave her fresh towels out my linen closet in the hall. Then I stood in the doorway while she ran the water. She moved carefully, aware of me watching, and got into the tub slowly.
I kept my eyes on the door frame and the hallway and told myself to stay in my head about what this was.
That lasted about four minutes.
I won’t put into words everything that went through my mind standing in that doorway. What I will say is that by the time she asked me to come wash her back I had already been in a losing battle with myself for longer than I wanted to admit.
She was nothing like anybody I’d ever fucked with. She’s a full grown woman and her body said exactly that. Now, somewhere between the warm water, me washing off her back and the way she looked at me over her shoulder I lost that battle completely.
What happened after that was nothing that I could have ever imagined. This was a grown ass woman.
“Why you acting like you scared to wash me up?” She asked as she looked at me seductively like her ass wasn’t kidnapped.
“I’m being respectful. And to be honest, I feel like I’ve washed enough. You should be good now. If I go any lower, we gone have a problem. Just let me stop, before shit gets out of hand.
“What if I want it to get out of hand. I’m grown. I know what I’m doing. You’ve been looking at me for days like you wanted to make a move but been thinking against it. Take what you want.”
“You don’t even know me like that Miss Lady. One thing about me, I’ve never been a scary nigga. If I wanted you, I would have made a move. But this ain’t that. This business with me. I ain’t no weird ass nigga to kidnap a bitch and take the pussy. We ain’t even gotta do all that. I’m going to let you free in a day or two regardless.” I said, damn near ready to risk it all for real.
“I don’t care about nothing you talking about. I want you to fuck me! How could it be weird if I’m asking for it? You must be scared or something? I know you said you ain’t no scary nigga, but it’s giving that you are, younger.” She laughed.
I got up and walked to the door. She stood, then propped her leg on the side of the tub. She washed and soaped up her pussy right in front of me. Her shit was fat, pink and juicy. Even through the soap suds, I could see that shit clearly. I felt my dick jump in my pants and I tried to adjust my shit.
“Hurry up and stop playing with me! You finna start some shit you can’t almost finish. I don’t want that for you.” I told her honestly. She smirked in my direction and this muthafucka knew that she was a different kind of beautiful. She started theshower and rinsed herself off. When she got out, I admired how her breast sat up, and while she was drying off I got a better view of her fat ass. I had no business thinking like this about this damn woman.
I let her leave and went into the room right behind her. Again, she didn’t try no funny shit. I gave her a new pair of my boxers, and a shirt for her to sleep in. The way my shit looked on her, it was sexy as hell. Just when I was about to tie her ass back to the bed, she sat on the bed while I stood over her. In a swift motion, she pulled my pants down, then my dick out through his drawls.
Before I could say shit. She had her wet, warm ass mouth on my dick. She was gobblin’ that muthafucka up like she ain’t ate in weeks and I know I had just fed her ass! This muthafucka was doing some shit that I ain’t never experienced. She had my toes balled up so damn tight, I almost ripped my damn carpet.
She didn’t stop sucking my dick until that muthafucka started busting. She ain’t stop there. She slurped that shit up and swallowed it. Then she leaned back, gave me a good ass view of her pussy and started playing with herself. It ain’t even take her two seconds before that muthafucka was juicy wet. I stood there stroking my dick as I watched. After I gave in and stopped fighting myself, I dove head first into her pussy. I just had to taste it. And I won’t lie, that shit was tasting even better than it looked.
This was another nigga’s wife, and I knew that, but that still didn’t stop me from flipping her ass over and fucking her from the back like she was mine and I loved her ass. She was wet, warm and had the tightest grip ever. She moaned loud and threw her ass back hard. All I could see was her shit jiggling on my shaft and that immediately made me bust. From there, she rodeme like it was no tomorrow. This bitch was really fucking the shit out of me. I damn near screamed like a bitch.
Yeah, I had hoes but this shit was on another level. This was some shit I couldn’t even explain. It felt too damn good to put into words.
