Chapter 7
I left Pepper Ann and stalked back to my room. I had been struggling with my feelings for her. The number of times I beat my dick just from watching her was a little sickening. She hadn’t even done anything to warrant my dick getting hard except fucking exist. Every time she moved around the room, I watched the way her ass moved in her jeans, and after seeing it when she did yoga, I wanted to see how it would look if I fucked her from the back.
It had become obsessive, and the shit drove me crazy. A war was brewing, and the best thing would have been to let her go, but I couldn’t. She could play like she didn’t want to be here, but I saw it in her eyes. Her feistiness was just a defense mechanism. She probably questioned herself feeling whatever she felt toward me.
Every time she talked, I couldn’t help but watch her lips. The urge to kiss them had become so powerful that I couldn’t stop myself if I tried. They were just as I imagined, soft and fucking tasty. It didn’t even matter to me that she hadn’t been able to shower or anything else in the last couple of days. She still smelled like peaches, and I still wanted to put her on a platter and eat her. It was becoming harder and harder for me not to act on what I felt.
She might hate me when all was said and done, but Pepper Ann wasn’t leaving my house. I figured if I wanted her to stick around, I needed to do something to make her want to stay.
She needed some clothes, and other shit to wash up with, so after I fed her, I would go to the store to get some stuff for her. I didn’t know what she liked, but I would get a bunch of shit.
Once I got myself together, I went down to the kitchen to fix her something to eat. A sandwich and some chips would suffice for the moment. I needed to grab some food while I was out as well.
After I made her lunch, I went back upstairs. I heard her whispering when I got to the door, but I couldn’t hear what she said. It reminded me that she still had her cell phone. I’d forgotten about it since she said it died.
She jumped when I opened the door.
“Who were you talking to?”
“Nobody, asshole. My phone is dead, remember?”
I felt my dick stir. I didn’t hit women, but any other woman who talked to me like that would have been shaken up a bit and tossed on the street. A nigga damn sure couldn’t talk to me the way she had been, or my blade would have sliced their neck.
“Watch ya mouth, baby girl. Hand me your phone.” I stuck my hand out, and her eyes bucked.
“No,” she said defiantly.
I put the plate of food on the bed, and she glanced down at it. I closed the space between us. “Pepper, give me your phone, and I won’t repeat myself.”
I could tell she wanted to keep up her bravado, but she wasn’t confident enough that I wouldn’t do something to her.
She hesitated for a second but reached into her back pocket and pulled her phone out. She slammed it into my open palm. “Happy now, jerk.” She sucked her teeth and sat on the bed.
“You know, I had the idea of at least getting you some clothes and shit so you can wash yourself up, but I think I’m going to let you suffer a little bit longer.”
Without another word, I left the room. I was nice enough to leave the food for her, and I hoped she ate. I went back into my bedroom and turned the camera on to see what she was doing.
She sat on the edge of the bed, looking at the plate. She chewed on her bottom lip, probably trying to decide if she should eat it or not.
After a few minutes passed, she picked the sandwich up and took a bite. I watched her eat for a couple of minutes before turning the camera off and leaving my room.
I was talking cash shit when I told her I was going to make her suffer longer, but I wasn’t. Since I knew she at least ate the food I gave her, I grabbed the keys to my G-wagon and left the house.
I spent way too much time and money buying shit for Pepper Ann. I didn’t know how long I would keep her for, but she had enough stuff to last. I’d gotten her different types of pajamas I wanted to see her in and some toiletries. I should have asked my mother what kind of stuff to buy, but then she would have asked me questions that I didn’t have the answers to yet. My mother knew I wasn’t shit half the time when it came to women, so she would be skeptical as hell, and I wasn’t ready to address whatever this was between Pepper and me.
When I got in the house, I grabbed all of the bags and placed them in the other room I planned on moving Pepper to. After ensuring the room was good, I walked down the hall to Pepper’s room. She jumped up when I opened the door.
“Oh, you’re back,” she said sarcastically.
“Let’s go.” I wasn’t going to feed into her shit at the moment.
Her eyes lit up. “You’re letting me go?”
I hated crushing the hopeful look on her face, but I had to. I didn’t want to think about letting her go.
“Picture that. I’m trying to extend an olive branch here. I know this room isn’t ideal, so I’m moving you to another one. Now, let’s go before I change my mind.”
“It would be better if you let me go.” She mumbled under her breath as she walked past me.
When we got into the hallway, she looked down the hall, then back at me like she was contemplating escaping.
I grabbed her arm. “Don’t even think about it, sweetheart.”
She rolled her eyes but didn’t say anything.
I locked the door and escorted her down the hall. When I opened the door, she hesitated before going on.
“What’s all this?” She looked at the bags on the bed, then back at me.
“This is me being nice… a little.” I shrugged.
She walked over to the bed and started pulling stuff out of the bags.
“Thanks, I guess,” she whispered.
“You could show a little gratitude. You even have a TV in here.” I pointed to the television on the dresser.
This room was a step up from the other room. In here was a bed, a dresser with a television that had cable, plus a bathroom that had everything she needed. It was used as a guest bedroom whenever my mother or brother came over and didn’t want to drive home.
“Thank you, Mr. Whatever Your Name Is.”
I rubbed my chin. “I think I like you calling me mister.” I smirked at her, and she rolled her eyes.
She went through the rest of the bags and pulled out the toiletries. I sat in the chair that was in the corner of the room to see what she would do next. I wasn’t ready to be out of her space, even if she didn’t want me there.
“You can go do whatever kidnappers do.” She grabbed the bodywash and the new bath set I’d gotten her.
“I’m good where I’m at.”
“Well, I need to shower, and I don’t want you in here.”
The thought of seeing her naked did something to me. There was no way in hell I was missing that.
“Go ahead.” I got comfortable in the chair.
She looked at me for long seconds, sucked her teeth, then walked to the bathroom.
I waited until I heard the water running to get up and enter the bathroom. I knew she would probably try to lock the door, but the door didn’t have a knob.
She screeched when I sat on the toilet. “What are you doing in here?” Her hands flew to her chest, but it was impossible to cover them big ass titties. “You’re a creep.”
I didn’t bother responding. Little did she know how much of a creep I really was when it came to her. It took her a minute, but she got over it and resumed washing up.
As I watched her, I wondered what she thought about being here with me. I could see how uncomfortable I made her, and I chuckled. I didn’t know when I started caring about how a woman felt, but Pepper was different. I felt my resolve slowly slipping, and I didn’t like that shit. I needed to get my head back on straight.
When she shut the water off, she stretched her arm out and grabbed a towel before quickly wrapping it around her body.
I bit back a groan when she stepped out and looked at me. I was a little disappointed that she no longer smelled like peaches. I would have to find out what she used and buy a ton of it.
“Are you always this creepy?”
I ignored her as I stood. I stepped around her and walked out of the bathroom.
“You know it’s rude not to respond when someone asks a question.”
In a quick motion, I pulled my blade out of my pocket and flicked it. Pepper’s eyes widened. I stepped closer to her and put the dull side against her skin.
“You might want to control that fucking smart mouth before I do it for you.” I ran the blade down the middle of her chest.
Her eyes flickered with fear, but she also leaned in closer and tilted her head. If I didn’t know any better, I would think she was testing me. I walked away from her because I felt my dick stirring.
Ms. Pepper Ann seemed like she might enjoy pain, and I couldn’t wait to explore that with her when it was time.