Page 62 of His To Obey

“I know and I believe you are probably it for me to. Thank you for giving me time. I am truly a work in progress, but I am trying. This is all new and scary. But I am ready to start a new life, carefree.”

“I am here to help.” He kissed my lips gently. I pulled him in deepening it. I really wish he could be under my skin. Our souls touching because that’s how close I wanted him to always be.

I was damn near sucking his lips off his face before we heard a clearing of someone’s throat. Looking up Pharaoh’s driver Clyde was looking at us in his rearview mirror.

“Sorry to interrupt sir but we are here.” I smiled and kissed Pharaoh one more time before wiping my gloss from his lips.

“You ready to live carefree?” He asked as soon as the door opened and Clyde stood back to let us out.

“Yea. Here’s to a good night.”

The Wednesday lounge was packed to what I would assume to be capacity. Men and women in masquerade mask were wedged in the building like sardines. No one seemed to care though. They were all drinking, dancing and vibing. We made our way to the booth I felt Pharaoh owned since he was always in it.

Rajah was there talking with a few others and pouring drinks. The music was loud and every female brought out their inner slut. So many girls approached Jah and it looked as if he was turning them all down.

“What’s up Brody.” Pharaoh slapped hands with Jah and pulled into a hug.

“What’s up Blythe.” He side-hugged me once they released each other. I wondered if Pharaoh or Autumn told him about me not liking to be touched because he did it quickly.

“Hey, Jah. How are you?”

“Shit I’m chillin’. Would be better if yo friend would stop playing this fucking disappearing act. You know where she at?” I gave him the boy please face. I didn’t know where she was tonight because she refused to tell me either. But even if she did tell me I wouldn’t have told his ass. I respected girl code. “See y’all be on some bullshit. I’m too grown and rich for the games. I’m bout to leave her alone and get on these fine ass bitches in here throwing the pussy at me.

“Don’t do my girl. Maybe she really did have something to do.” I tried to reason. Even though I was over her being MIA too.

“Yea, alright.”

Pharaoh ordered a few bottles, and we mixed drinks and vibed to the music. I sat in my seat trying not to break out and dance. I felt good and the liquor was always my courage. A couple hours, good music and plenty of liquor had me feeling the vibe. I was good and loose.

“Dance with me.” Pharaoh whispered in my ear. Jamie Foxx’s ‘Can I Take You Home’, had just started playing through the speakers and everyone was grinding on each other.

Saying fuck it I allowed him to pull me through the crowd and towards the dance floor. We wedged ourselves near the wall and the DJ booth. I appreciated Pharaoh knowing I didn’t want to be dead center.

Wrapping my arms around his neck he bent his tall frame down to wrap his arms around my waist. We swayed to the music lost in each other’s gaze. He pulled me closer and I buried my face in his neck. I could hear him humming the words to the song and I blushed at him knowing the words.

“You trust me?”

“I do.” I voiced, my words coming out slightly slurred from the few shots I had taken, the mixed drinks and the sangria my momma forced Pharaoh and I to drink with her.

“Good, turn around.” He backed up against the wall and pulled me with him. I did as instructed and leaned my frame against his. I felt him slowly lift my dress and I didn’t question a thing. “Take these off. Fuck you smell so good.” He spoke in a deep baritone. He pulled down my lace thong, and I wiggled to get them down my hips. I bent over lustfully, taking my time to peel them off while grinding on his growing erection. Stepping out of them I scooped them up and dropped them in his awaiting hand. He put them to his nose and inhaled deep. He growled deep and closed his eyes. Pulling me to his chest we continued our dance and his hand eased below my dress and found my sweet spot. “I think I love you B.” He whispered in my ear, low and rugged. My stomach did somersaults, flooding it with butterflies. A small smile graced my lips before he applied pressure to my clit and moved the pad of his middle and ring finger in a slow circular motion.

“Pharaoh.” I moaned out unable to control the hold he had on my body.

“Don’t worry angel. I’m not gonna fuck you here. But I want you bad as shit right now, damn. This fuckin dress is doing something to me.” He ran his free hand up and down the gold sequined dress I was wearing. It was short and strapless and damn near see through. My mask matched the pattern and only covered a quarter of my face. Anyone that knew me could tell exactly who I was. He continued to make small circles on my clit and I closed my eyes, moving in the pattern of his motion. He was turning me into an addict. I needed a release every time he was near.

“Baby.” I moaned reaching up and grabbing the back of his neck to pull him closer. My grind grew faster and faster. Completely off beat to the music but Pharaoh and I finding our own rhythm. He was grinding his hard erection into me making my dress rise higher and higher. But I didn’t care, I actually wanted him to pull himself out of his pants and fuck me on this dance floor. “Fuck, baby! I’m right there.”

“Release.” He whispered in my ear before sinking his teeth into my neck. My body obeyed and my orgasm pooled out of me. Dripping down his large hand. He grasped me by my waist to steady my shaky body.

“Shit!” I moaned. I felt high. Like I was floating.

“It’s time to go love. I need you right fuckin now.” I opened my eyes nodding my agreement.

My body froze and I squinted trying to focus on the person across the room. His body was still and he was watching us intently. Lifting his mask, my body heated. Lloyd!

“You good?” Pharaoh noticed the change in my demeanor.

“Yea, yea. I’ma run to the restroom to clean up before we go.”