Page 52 of His To Obey

Damn this girl was everything!

Waking up I had to look around and remember where I was. Last night was wild as fuck and my body was reminding me of everything we did. It took a lot of convincing, but I believed B when she said she didn’t sleep with them she just turned them niggas out. Her ass was skilled as fuck with making a nigga nut fast.

Stretching I sat up looking for her. It started to feel like Deja vu with her side of the bed empty. I would have panicked if I wasn’t in her shit. She couldn’t have went far, this was her crib. Her spot was dope too. The city skyline from the penthouse was dope during the day too. The rain and lightning last night set the perfect scene for me to make love to her body.

“Good morning sleepy head.” Blythe stood at the bedroom door with my t-shirt on. The shit was sexy as fuck.

“Morning angel. Come here.” I motioned for her to come to me.

“No way sir. Go brush your teeth first.”

“Man, my shit ain’t even that bad, come smell.”

“Hell no. Seriously go brush. I have breakfast for you when you are done.” Smiling I took one last look at her before getting up and heading to the bathroom.

It’s been a very long time since I felt happy in a space with a female. Blythe had me gone off her. She was the total package. I could tell there was still some shit she was holding back but she was starting to understand that I wasn’t like other people. She could trust me. I wouldn’t judge or hurt her. Honestly, I wanted to be her protector.

Brushing my teeth and washing with her fire as skin care stuff. Some shit called smooth as coco, it smelled good as fuck and had my skin and beard soft and glistening. I went in search for her. Her place was hella dope in the daytime. Had me wanting to switch to a penthouse instead of my two-story house. But I loved all my space. I know I could fill it with a bunch of kids one day.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” I wrapped my arms around her waist and kissed her temple. She smelled so damn good. Like sweet coconut and citrus.

“Your place is hella dope love. You can see the city from damn near every room.” I spoke making our bodies sway.

“Thank you, the mortgage is a fortune every month but it’s my peace away from the chaos below.

I understood what she meant. With my pops suffering with sarcoidosis, my momma tryna keep shit all together, and now this new shit with my best friend and little sister. I could definitely hide out up here and forget about the world.

“Here, sit down and eat.” She pushed a plate to the bar stool. I kissed her temple and made my way to my plate. She opted to sit on the counter with her legs crossed like a kid. I forked a few bites of pancakes in my mouth and damn near moaned like a bitch. The shit was fire as fuck. Crispy edges and soft centers. Damn I think I may have really found my wife. “Good?” She asked, watching me intently.

“Hell yea. Shits fire.” She blushed then went back to eating.

“Halloween masquerade party at the Wednesday lounge in two weeks on Halloween night. Come with me. You can bring out your Mistress Venin.” She smiled and we chuckled lightly together.

“Okay.” Was her only reply.

“Coo.” I nodded and returned to my food.

We ate in a comfortable silence. The rain started up again, so we watched it beat against her window. I was falling for her hard, and I felt too comfortable in her space.

When we were done eating, I helped her clean up and we made our way back to her bed. She lit candles to get the food smell out and we laid in her bed and listened to the rain fall.

“I’m ready to talk now.” Pulling her closer, I didn’t respond. I let her get whatever was on her mind out.

“My momma was married to a man named Calvin Williams. White guy but was very down to earth and loved my momma. Well so I thought. My brother Brayden hated him. He moved out and started living with my aunt Ruby almost as soon as my momma got married. Countless times they talked, and she asked him why he didn’t like him. But my brother would never say. Just always said it was something about him. I thought he was cool. He would buy be snacks and play video games with me. I was a chubby kid, so I was in heaven. Anyway, 8th grade, I had just turned thirteen, things started to change. Calvin started drinking more and I would hear them arguing. About how much his family hated my mom, brother and me. And how they probably shouldn’t have gotten married because the family cut him off and he was broke now. My momma would reassure him they would be fine, but it was always the same shit. I tuned it out because they would be fine in the morning. Plus, my friends said the shows they watch on MTV always showed people arguing and making up. No biggie right. Even my friends said their parents argued.

One night I could hear them arguing. It was so loud back and forth. I just knew the neighbors could hear them. I rocked myself trying to go to sleep. We finally got cable and I couldn’t wait to brag about it at school the next day. It took hours for the arguing to stop, and the doors to quit slamming. Finally, I thought it was okay and I could go to sleep. But I heard my door creep open. And a body plopping down on my bed. I knew it was my stepdad because I could smell the alcohol and I heard the bottle hit the floor and start to spill all over my pink plush rug.

He told me to wake up and help him with something. When I discovered what the something was my heart damn near leapt out my chest. He was sitting on my bed with his damn pants down. I begged him to get out but it fell on death ears. He was coming toward me but before he could touch me or hurt me my momma busted in the room. She was holding a shot gun. He threw the bottle in her direction right before she could shoot, it shattered against the wall. They fought over the gun, and it fell from her hands. He attacked her and was getting the best of her. My momma went for the falling gun and cut her wrist up. I jumped on his back, and he threw me off making me slide across the wood floor scraping my side on the broken glass. My momma heard me scream out in pain and got the gun. He was on top of her and two shots rang out, dropping my stepdad. I screamed and backed away to my bed covering my ears. No time at all police were flooding our house. My neighbor had called the police claiming my momma was abusing us.

They hauled her off to jail. They slapped the book at my momma thirty-two years. Later we discovered that the judge on her case was Calvin’s father. That’s why he showed no mercy. I was sent to live with my aunt. My mom missed everything. Brother’s graduation. My sweet sixteen.” She paused and I could tell she was crying.

“We don’t have to do this love.”

“No, it’s fine. I am almost done.” She patted her eyes and laid her head back on my chest.

“She missed it all. My brother went off to college with his new best friend. They were still in state just far enough away to not be close. When I turned sixteen, I begged my aunt to go stay the summer with Brayden. He was twenty and they had just got their own apartment. I was so excited to be near my brother. I missed my momma badly and wanted to be near my big brother. I was there three days before his best friend raped me. Broke me to my core. I was in so much shock I walked barefoot and damn near naked down the street. I didn’t know where I was going, I just knew I had to get away. The police picked me up in my tattered clothes and bloody legs. I couldn’t tell them what happened, but they took me to the hospital and did a rape kit. They picked my brother’s best friend up a few days later after he did the same thing to another girl.