Clancy’s still going on about the incident in the kitchen. She’s right though. Like always, my dad just stood by and let Gisele and Mom control the conversation. He’s never liked getting involved in arguments. “Go whine to your mother” was a common response when I attempted to defend myself. I learned to leave him out of it after a while.
“You need to get away from that place. It’s toxic.”
And that does it. The waterworks start. I’m not worried about crying in front of Clancy. She’s seen this kind of thing a million times over the years. It’s just, I feel ridiculous crying over this bullshit.
“Oh, Jo,” she says softly. “Please don’t cry. Not over Gisele.”
The thing is, I’m not crying over Gisele. She can burn in a fiery hell as far as I’m concerned. It’s everyone else in that kitchen that makes me so sad. And do you want to know which one makes me cry the most? You guessed it. Billy.
Even though I knew it didn’t mean anything, last night was amazing. Sure, it was dirty and raw, but it was sweet too. We walked to his hotel since the bar was across the street and down one block. We talked and laughed all the way to the place. Hell, he even held my hand in order to help me avoid an icy patch on the sidewalk—a gesture that not even my old boyfriends, there are only two of them, did for me. On the way, I did most of the talking, telling him about our small town and some of the funniest gossip. It’s ironic that the most delicious gossip comes out of the smallest towns. When we got to his motel room, he unlocked the door then picked me up to take me over the threshold. I giggled the entire way until he tossed me on the bed and said in a raspy voice, “Get naked, JoJo.”
That’s when things got serious. Seriously good.
I had to scoot off the bed in order to take off my winter coat, hat, and gloves. Then, I unhooked the straps of my denim overalls. Unbuttoning the sides, I let them slip down to the floor. I kicked those off along with my short boots. Left in only a turtleneck and my underwear, I looked up to see him staring at me. His eyes roamed down, stopping at my center. It’s also the widest part of me because my hips arenotnarrow.
“Keep going, babe.” I watched Billy as he sat in the one and only chair in the room. He leaned forward, placing his elbows on his knees. Then, he rested his chin in his hands, his eyes never leaving me.
As slow as I could, I dragged the turtleneck up over my soft belly past my bra and over my head, making my braids flip up then back down to my shoulders and back. Left in just my double-D bra and panties, I waited for his next command.
I’ve never been with a domineering man before. I’ve read about them plenty, and I’ve enjoyed those stories, but I’ve never experienced it firsthand, and I’m not going to lie, I like it. A lot.
“The panties first. Save the bra for last. I can’t wait to see your tits, JoJo.”
Slipping my fingers into the waistband of my boy shorts undies, I wiggled a little until those hit the floor too. Kicking them away, I reached back and unhooked my bra. It was probably a good thing he was across the room because these babies are big.
Slipping the straps off my shoulders, I let the bra fall down in front of me. I heard him groan, and it gave me the confidence I needed to keep going. When it was off, I held my arm out to my side and let the bra slip off my wrist to the floor. Not knowing what to do next, I put my arms down to my side and stared back at him. I was nervous. That’s why my feet were fidgeting a little.
“On the bed now, JoJo.”
I moved to the bed and sat.
“Scoot into the middle. Lie on your back. Open those legs.”
I quickly did as he commanded.
“Jesus,” he murmured like he was talking to himself. “You’re even more gorgeous than I imagined.”
I snorted. He was so full of shit. Nobody, and I mean nobody, imaginesmenaked.
“Does someone need a spanking?”
“No,” I answered quickly but wished I’d said “yes” instead.
“Then don’t make that noise when I compliment you. You get me?”
“Yes.” No. But I’d stick with my initial response. “Are you going to take your clothes off?” I asked tentatively. I wanted to see him too. It was only fair.
“You want to see me, JoJo?”
Fuck yeah. “Yes. Please.” Did you see how obedient I was just then? I was a natural at this submissive shit.
Slowly, Billy undressed starting with his dress shirt, never taking his eyes off mine. He undid one button at a time like he was a damn stripper. When the shirt was off, I started to salivate because the top half of this man was better than I imagined. And believe me, I imagined. At one point in the evening, I was standing so close to Billy at the bar I could feel his breath on my neck as well as the hardness of his chest against my arm. He’s got broad shoulders that taper down to a fairly narrow waist, but not that narrow. He’s not skinny. I’d called him bulky, actually. And I like it.
When he reached for his belt, I felt wetness between my legs. This man was sex on two legs. I’d never in my life seen anything like him. Sure, maybe on the internet but not like this. Privately. The sound of his zipper drew my eyes to that part of him. My breathing was getting labored as I waited for him to do it. To show me. He didn’t make me wait long. In the sexiest way possible, he put his thumbs on either side of his jeans and slid them in and down until he was pulling off his boxers right along with his pants. When his dick popped free, I literally gasped. He was semi erect and already the biggest man I’d ever seen. Granted, I’ve only slept with a couple people, but they can’t hold a candle to this guy.
As I stared, he palmed himself then stroked up and down. “You want this?” he asked, talking about his penis like he was the third person in the room. Judging by the size of him, he was.
“Yeah. I want that.” No reason to beat around the bush, right?
