Page 30 of His To Obey

Just as I stuck my spoon in the cup and began to stir the most excruciating cramp ripped through my lower abdomen crippling me to my knees.

“Shit!” I hissed out with my hand wrapped around my waist and my knees bent up to my chest. I wanted to ball up and lay on his clean ass floor, but I chose to kneel. “Please.” I begged for the pain to subside so I can make it back to my room and get more pain meds.

“Blythe you good?” Pharaoh’s voice boomed through the quiet space. I could hear his shoes padding towards me.

“I’m good. Give me just a sec I will get out your hair.” I looked up at him towering over me. He stood tall like a regal God. He chuckled and flicked his nose.

“Stand up.” He commanded. Exhaling deep I stood slowly and adjusted my portable heating pad that was doing nothing to help the pain. He looked down at me looking over every inch of my face. I know I looked a mess with my hair wild on my head. I looked him over as well. He was so handsome like he got a fresh cut and lineup this morning. His skin was smooth and glowed with heavy moisturizer.

He was dressed impeccably in a navy suit with brown tailored shoes and matching belt. His shirt was crisp and white with a paisley tie to match the suit and shoes. His jacket was laid neatly over the isle stool. Damn he was definitely him and he smelled even better than he looked.

“Let me help?”

“What? No, I’m good.” I tried to reach past him and grab my teacup. He stopped me and wrapped his arm around my waist.

“Your stubborn ass will learn to chill out. You don’t need to be in control all the time. Relax love and let me take care of you.” Our eyes did a dance. He was looking for my eyes, and I was searching for clues he was trustworthy. He bit his lips before turning me, so my back was to the island.

“Relax.” He reached up and gently grasped my neck. My breath sputtered and my body stiffened.

“Relax.” I heard his words but my brain and body weren’t getting the memo. He inched towards me and my body arched back. He pulled me to him and placed a delicate kiss to my lips. My exhale was stuck in my chest. I couldn’t release it no matter how hard I tried to force it out. “Breathe love.” He spoke into my mouth and my body reacted instantly. My exhale became his inhale, and he took it all in before pecking my lips again.

His hand slowly descended down my body, and I couldn’t stop my trembles. His hand continued to travel agonizingly slow. My shoulder, the frame of my breast, my belly, down to my lower abdomen then finally to the hem of my pajama shorts. I reached up and grasped his wrist firmly when I felt the elastic stretch.

“No.” I whispered.

“Trust me. I don’t want to hurt you. I just want to help.” He whispered in response before placing a gentle kiss to my neck. I sighed, my body reacting to his lips grazing my skin.

He moved his index finger forcing the elastic of my shorts to make room. I grasped his wrist tighter, my body trembled more forcefully, I couldn’t control it. What the hell was he doing. Touching is so foreign to me. I was confused and scared. His kisses felt like heaven, but I was focused on his hand moving further down my pants.

“Pharaoh I am. I never.”

“Shhhhh, this ain’t that baby. Let me take the pain away.” My grasp released slightly. I was more than curious how he would take my pain away. His index and middle finger grazed my lower lips, and I almost jumped out my skin. He kissed my lips again before snaking his tongue down to my neck and sucking lightly. My eyes rolled at the feeling. So many sensations reeled in my body. I was shaking uncontrollably and my skin was on fire.

He found my awaiting bud and circled lightly. I was panting with my mouth wide open. It was so dry I couldn’t even lick my lips. He continued to kiss, lick and suck my sensitive skin while swirling his finger on my clit. I could feel my climax building.

“Wait please. I’m almost. Shit, Phar.” I couldn’t even complete my words. His finger felt so damn good. I wanted to be disgusted but I couldn’t because it felt so damn good.

“Release baby.” He spoke next to my ear before kissing the lobe. He must control my body more than me because my kitty listened.

“Shiiiitttt. Oh my God.” My core tightened and shook violently. I felt like this orgasm came from the depths of my soul. Panting and shaking was all I could do. He sent one final kiss to my neck before pulling his hand from my shorts.

“Good girl.” Slouching on the counter I tried to control my breathing and body movements. I felt like I ran a damn marathon. “Take some time and get yourself together. Our first meeting isn’t until ten so no rush today. There is a number by the front door. Call when you are ready to be picked up.” He spoke while standing at the sink washing his hands. He was so calm like he didn’t just have me climaxing in his damn kitchen while on my period.

I couldn’t even speak to reply to his words. I was beyond stuck. Who the hell was I? Did I really just let him do that. Touching me in any capacity was a hell no, so what the heck was that.

“Take your time. When you leave out, I will get an alert so don’t worry about locking up. See you later.” He kissed my temple and left out the garage door a smooth as that damn tailored suit.

Finding my footing I lifted off the counter and headed to the shower. My legs felt like noodles, but I managed to make it with my tea in hand. I couldn’t process my thoughts and moved in auto pilot. No way that was real. How do I face him in the office now. Do I pretend like he didn’t just cure my cramps with an orgasm. Do I thank him. This was all a mess.

One hour and forty-five minutes is how long it took me to get dressed and out the door. My mind played over and over all the sensations Pharaoh had been giving my body. I am serious when I say I hate to be touched without my permission, but he had touched more than his fair share on my body. Cramps were damn near gone thanks to him. Yea Pharaoh McCallum was beyond dangerous. He was the got damn devil in tailored clothing.

“Blythe, hello. Can you hear me?” I looked down at my phone remembering I was on facetime with Autumn. I was sitting in the back seat of the town car, my focus was out the window, but I couldn’t tell you anything that was out there. My mind was dazed.

“Yea I’m sorry. What you say?” I lifted the phone to get a better look at her.

“I said the contract. Wait a damn minute. Is that a hickey?” She all but yelled. My eyes widened and I looked at the phone screen examining my face and neck. Sure, enough there was a small red mark on my neck right above my collar bone.

“Who…What the hell B.” She was so shocked she could hardly speak in full sentences. “I know damn well you ain’t go all the way to St. Louis and start fuckin’. Spill it bitch. Yo hot ass has been there all of twelve hours. B, was it big? Who am I fooling I know it is. He a damn McCallum. The way his brother be slinging di…”