Page 25 of His To Obey

Chapter Twelve

PHARAOH

“Shit, lick the tip. And watch your fuckin’ teeth.” I spoke looking down at London on her knees with her hands tied at the wrist behind her back. She was in nothing, but a light pink thong and bra and her hair was wavy flowing down her back. She looked sexy as fuck with my dick deep down her throat.

I could see my phone lighting up on the table next to me, but I was too close to finishing, to see who the hell was calling this late. “Shit, you want this nut?” I grabbed her by her chin forcing her eyes on me. She nodded quickly and I pushed back in her mouth with force hitting her throat and making her gag.

My phone lit up again, and then again and again. Whoever was calling really needed my attention. My mind quickly went to my pops, and I pulled out of London’s mouth and reached for my phone. If something was going on with him and I was over here getting my dick wet, I would never forgive myself.

“Everything okay?” London asked staying on her knees like a good girl.

“Yea give me a sec.” I responded before placing my focus on the screen. My mom had called more than ten times, and my heart sank into my nuts. My dick softened so fast the shit kind of hurt.

Why the hell would she be calling so late her time and back-to-back at that. I dialed her number back and waited impatiently for her to pick up.

“Boy, have you lost yo damn mind?”

“Ma you good? Is pops coo?”

“Oh, baby boy, I’m sorry. I didn’t even think about you worrying about your dad when I called all these times. He is fine love.” I exhaled and relaxed a little. Grabbing my briefs I put them on and sat on the couch. London looked at me with concern written on her face. I flicked my hand motioning for her to come to me so I could untie her. She stood and walked over to me before turning around. Her ass jiggled slightly and I rubbed it before untying the wrist restraint.

“What’s up Ma, what you call me so many times for?”

“Oh yea. Boy get your ass down to that hotel and fix Blythe’s reservation. Why the hell would you cancel it anyway?”

“She’s here?” I cancelled it this morning thinking she would see the email this morning from the hotel, and she wouldn’t get on her plane.

I was furious when I got to work this morning and she wasn’t there. She didn’t respond to my email, so I assumed she took heed to my warning and arrived Sunday night like I instructed. I know her stubborn ass wouldn’t let me know when she landed so I had my assistant send over the itinerary and location for her to meet me at the office at eight a.m. sharp.

When I arrived, she was not there and the car service said she did not check in at her hotel. I called the hotel pretending to be her husband and let them know to cancel the reservation and to not rebook. My initials on the message were to ensure that when they called her, she would know it was me. I didn’t plan for her to still show up.

“Yes, she is there boy. We planned for her to be there. Now get the hell down there and fix it so that girl has a place to stay.” Sighing out deep. I responded

“Yes ma’am.” I responded before she hung up on me. I scratched my head before running my hand down my face.

Looking over at London I noticed she made herself comfortable with her feet tucked under her on my couch while she searched for something to watch.

“I gotta make a run.” She looked over at me smiling.

“Okay that’s fine.” She made herself more comfortable and continued surfing for shows.

“Nah, you have to get your clothes on and leave. I don’t know when I will be back and you being here in my shit alone, is a no go.”

“Seriously? We didn’t even finish.” She reached over and massaged my mans through my briefs.

“I am aware, but this is work. I will get at you some time tomorrow.” She pouted and reluctantly stood to put her clothes back on.

After letting her out I went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. I couldn’t go meet Blythe with London’s perfume and spit on my dick. This was already a bad situation I didn’t want to make it worse. The damn girl had me low key smitten.

Taking a quick shower, I threw on some jeans and a white T-shirt with some Retro Ones and made my way out the door. It was a little after eight PM, and the roads were clear, so I made it to her hotel in record time. Pulling in I checked my appearance before walking into the building.

Looking around I spotted her in the bar area waiting with her luggage resting at her feet next to her. She looked good as hell dressed down in dark jeans and a black cropped zip up jacket, she had dunks on her feet, and her ankle had a small anklet. She was sipping white wine from a champagne glass, and I watched her lips as they gripped the rim.

I was horny as fuck since I didn’t get my nut out and I know her feisty ass was gonna have me flexing in these jeans. Moving over to her she noticed me and rolled her eyes. Turning to the bartender she got their attention.

“Yes, can I have my tab please.” She requested. They nodded and moved away quickly.

“So, I see you don’t follow directions well.” I spoke up standing next to her chair.