BLYTHE #2
“Sorry sweetie. I didn’t mean to. And please call me Larry.
I’ve told you this before.” I nodded trying to control my racing heart.
“Come on. Join us at the table.” I followed behind him noticing how much he has changed.
His frame was way smaller, and his hair was almost completely gray.
He was wearing a nasal cannula and pulled a big green oxygen tank on a cart behind him.
My mind went to Pharaoh, and his siblings, and his mom. This had to be a lot on the whole family to watch him deteriorate right before their eyes. I couldn’t help but think of my family. I couldn’t bare losing my mom or my aunt. I would be alone with nobody.
Rounding the table I blinked away my thoughts and smiled at everyone at the table.
Mr. McCallum sat at the head of the table with Mrs. McCallum right by his sided rubbing his arm lovingly.
Thea sat to his other side and assisted with his napkin and drink.
Rajah sat on the same side as his mother leaving a chair in the middle for who I would assume was for Autumn.
And then there was Pharaoh. At the other end of the table looking every piece of an oversized Hershey’s kiss.
He looked so good I wanted to sit in his lap or better yet on his face, but I would keep it cute for now.
“Hello everyone.” I spoke and waved my hand. Everyone looked up noticing me step in the room. Except him. He was already staring. Looking at me as if he could sense my presence and knew I was near.
“Hey, Blythe. Hey Autumn.” Mrs. McCallum spoke up first. She rounded the table to come give us hugs.
“Hey y’all.” Autumn spoke from behind me. I hadn’t even noticed she walked up because my focus was on the eyes boring into me.
Jah stood and walked over giving me a side hug before pulling Autumn in and doing way too much if you ask me. Still, he stared. His gaze was making me feel nervous. Speak to him dummy.
“Hey Pharaoh.” He stood. Grabbing my hand and pulled me around the corner to the same bathroom I had just left.
“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.
“Pharaoh, I got it damn.”
“What the fuck?” Was all that could be heard before Jah jumped to his feet and sprinted to the door. Mr. McCallum was next moving slowly out of his chair.
“Nigga, the fuck you doing here?”
“Oh my gosh.” Movement was heard before curse words and tussling was heard.
“Oh lord.” Mrs. McCallum stood and shuffled to the door. Leaving Autumn and me.
“Bitch come on.”
“Girl no. That is family drama.” I tried to reason but I was curious too.
“Oh shit.” Autumn mumbled lifting her phone and moving her fingers quickly across the screen. “I don’t even care. We gotta go.”
“What? where?”
“I am taking you home lovie and then I have a meeting.” Autumn spoke gathering her things. I frowned not knowing what kind of meeting could be happening at seven on a Saturday. But I would question her later.
Gathering our things we made it to the door where a man stood chest heaving. Everyone looked disheveled. and bruised.
“Heyyyyy. We are gonna go. Thank you so much for having us.” Autumn spoke stepping over furniture that was forced on its side.
“Thank you so much the food was amazing.” I spoke as we inched closer to the door.
“Nah, y’all don’t leave. We just need to handle this shit then we good.” Jah spoke up first. Pharaoh didn’t speak just pulled me towards him. I could see the small cut on his bottom lip starting to bruise.
“Don’t leave. Come home with me tonight.”
“I have to go. Take care of your family and call me later.” I tried to reason.
Honestly, I knew he would want to talk about our status, and I wasn’t ready for it.
I didn’t know what to say. I touched the blood on his lip reminding him he was just in the middle of a brawl with his sister’s boyfriend. He hissed in pain.
“Alright. Make sure you answer your phone.” I agreed before walking out the door.
It wasn’t so easy with Jah for Autumn. He begged her to stay and even accused her of going to cheat. She promised to see him later before he agreed.
Finally driving down the street my Dom phone vibrated in my purse, pulling it out I seen the reminder tonight was my first meeting with Jeremy. I almost forgot but it was perfect timing. I was ready to get some answers and end all this shit once and for all.
Two hours later I was freshly showered and in my signature black.
This time I wore leather shorts and a see through bra with pasties.
My mask was leather as well and had pretty green rhinestones.
I wanted to give off sexy but not too much.
For me this was an informative meeting not a session.
But he didn’t have to know the difference.
Setting the scene, I laid out all my good boy toys and dropped my chain from the elevated ceiling.
If he didn’t answer me willingly, I would torture him til he did.
I smirked thinking about my plan. Pain was my pleasure and I wouldn’t have an issue inflicting it.
Hearing the chime of the door I looked over at the clock. 9pm on the dot.
“Good boy.” I spoke before walking over to the mirror and giving myself one last look. I felt amazing and my body looked great in my stilettos. Blythe was dormant. Mistress Venin was live and ready to play. Blowing a kiss, I made my way to the door just as it rang again.
Lifting the latches I turned the handle and opened the door wide. Immediately my jaw hit the floor and I wanted to slam it back shut. How the fuck did he know. When did he. Why was he. I couldn’t think. My brain was turned to mush, and my throat was beyond dry.
“You gonna let me in angel?”
“Pharaoh, what the hell are you doing here?”