Page 47 of His To Obey

“Hey. Yall get on back in here, I’m starving.” I heard his dad yell before he began to cough.

“What are you doing?” I asked as he closed and locked the door.

“I missed you.”

“Oh really? I just seen you like four hours ago.”

“So, what. I didn’t get to kiss you before you left.” Grabbing my neck, he pulled me to him and pressed his lips firmly to mine. When he released me, he studied my face. His eyes bouncing around to every feature.

“Let me find out, little ole me has you feenin.” I chuckled trying to break the sexual tension, but he didn’t, not even a smirk. He just raised a brow.

“What if I am? You’re mine, right?”

“We should get back out there.”

“Say it first B. Tell me you’re mine.”

“Pharaoh.” I spoke in a whisper. I wanted to say it. But was I? Could I be someone’s one and only? I was broken and carrying more baggage than the bag lady. Would he still want me when he finds out who I am. What I do to men for my own selfish gain.

His hand squeezed a little around my neck, and I gasped at the euphoric feeling. I got so much pleasure out of the pain of men, but whenever he pushed me past my threshold of pain I felt like I was floating. He was behaving as if he was a sadist too. Could he be more like me than I thought?

“Hey, y’all come on got damn it.” The knocks at the door made us both jump. We were in our own world. Zoned completely out. He kissed my lips and squeezed a little harder before releasing me and walking out the door.

“Damn.” I huffed out.

“So, Blythe, how does it feel to be partner?” I had just forked another large amount of jasmine rice and Tikka masala into my mouth.

I was confused when they first brought out the food. I was expecting soul food or even Italian but seeing Indian food in the traditional copper pans my mind was blown. Pharaoh noticed my confusion and explained that his mom was a huge foodie and tried traditional dishes from all over the world. Most of the time everything prepared by her. I was impressed. I am a huge foodie but never tried to recreate the dishes myself.

“It feels like a well-deserved dream.” I spoke after swallowing my bite and wiping my mouth clean.

“It is deserved. You earned every bit of it. Enjoy it.” I nodded. Sipping my water, I smiled slightly thinking about how hard I had to work to get here. I was ready to throw in the towel on my Dom/Sub life. I had my dream job; my momma was coming home and Pharaoh becoming everything I didn’t realize I needed. I couldn’t bring my brother back but as time progresses, I will learn to be okay with what he did.

“And you, Autumn, how are you? I must say it is nice to see my boys happy and in love.” Mrs. McCallum spoke up. Coughing and choking sounded around the table. The four of us all caught off guard by her comment. We were far from in love.

“Ma you doing way too much. Autumn and I are just chillin’.” Jah chimed in.

“Boy shut the hell up. You was just over here stressed about her not answering your calls.” Autumn’s head shot in his direction.

“You tell your mom about us?”

“Man, chill out. I just needed a woman’s perspective.”

“Oh my God.” Autumn buried her head in her hands.

“Shit yo ass be on some sneaky shit. What am I supposed to do?”

“Not tell your damn. I’m sorry, darn momma.” Autumn yelled.

“Fuck all that, you still ain’t said where you be at.”

“Theres nothing to tell Stalker Steve. Sometimes I need a moment to myself.”

“Alright bet.” He sat back in his seat pushing food around on his plate.

“Well, that escalated quickly.” Thea chuckled. The doorbell rang and everyone sighed in relief. Thea jumped up just as Pharaoh stood to get it.

“I got it. It’s for me. I will see y’all later. Mom dinner was great. Dad, I love you and will see you in the morning. Autumn, Blythe let’s do lunch. I really wanna hang with you guys. Love you brother. And Jah.” She flipped him the middle finger before trying to dart out the door. Pharaoh was on her heels not giving a damn that she didn’t want them to know who it was.