Chapter 23 - Blossom
As I lay awake in bed, I watched as the sun peeked through the bedroom window.
It had been three days since I’d been held prisoner inside of JJ’s home, and I was over it.
Since I’d been here, I’d stayed out of his way and refused to share a bed with him.
Every night, I could see his shadow on the other side of the door as if he were debating whether to enter or not.
He would stay there for a minute, and then, nothing.
I couldn’t believe the man I’d grown to know had turned out to be crazy as hell.
But maybe, somewhere deep down within my soul, I knew something was off with Dr. McKnight.
The night he left me alone with Jax, I thought I could be clever and sneak out of the house while Jax was sleeping. I was so quiet and careful that I knew I would be able to ease out of the front door undetected.
Throwing on one of JJ’s jogger sets, I stuck my head out of his bedroom door, checking to make sure the coast was clear.
With only socks on my feet, I crept down the stairs to make my escape.
Reaching the bottom stair, I quietly padded through the living room and toward the front door.
Right as I approached, a groggy voice caused me to go still.
“Sis, if you touch that doorknob, I’m going to superglue your hands to your head and throw you in a closet until that nigga gets back.”
Slowly, I turned toward the couch and noticed Jax had yet to move. How in the hell did he hear and see me when he was still facing the opposite direction? Fuming, I stomped over to him.
“You can’t keep me here, nigga.” I hissed, fists balled up at my side. “I’m going to call the police and—”
“Call them.” He yawned, pissing me off further. “I’ll give you the address. Hopefully, my bitch-ass cousin answers the call. It’ll make it easier for my brother to do what he needs to do to that nigga.”
Watching him doze back off without a care, I wanted nothing more than to smother him with a pillow. Instead, I mugged him as if my face could do something before stomping back up the stairs.
“Oh, and I’m not your sister, nigga!” I shouted over my shoulder, causing him to laugh. “And I never will be!”
That was three days ago, and I’d been in JJ’s guest room ever since. I was so sick and tired of the men in my life thinking they had the right to dictate the moves I made and the way I lived my life.
“I might as well get up and find me some food before the warden gets up,” I mumbled as I threw my legs over the edge of the bed. Walking over to the bay-style window, I threw the curtains back and allowed the morning sun to fill the room. “Maybe he will pity me and let me go home today.”
“I doubt that.” Jumping out of my skin, I turned with stunned eyes and saw JJ sitting in the corner of the room like the stalker he was. “I would ask you if you slept well, but the way you had the walls rattling with your snoring told me all I needed to know.”
Scoffing, I rolled my eyes and headed into the en suite bathroom.
Although this was the last place I wanted to be, JJ had made me extremely comfortable in his home.
Fresh linen, hygiene products, clean clothes, and a stocked fridge were all at my disposal.
While I wanted to go home, I could admit that this wasn’t the worst place I could be held against my will.
As I washed my face, I took in the bags under my eyes.
I looked horrible, and the stress of my life was taking a toll on me.
I’d thought about Rowan every second since the night I was taken.
My heart cried and broke for my brother.
Rowan had a mental illness, but his refusal to get help and stay on medication was a choice he was making daily.
I couldn’t believe he’d gotten so bad that he would allow someone to harm me so foully.
How could he do that to me? To his own sister?
“Not today!” I scolded myself as I wiped the hot tears that fell. “Today is not the day for your bullshit, Blossom.”
“When you finish talking to yourself, come here, and let me holler at you.”
With my lips pursed, I took my time getting myself together. He had some nerve demanding anything of me. If I had things my way, I would stay in the bathroom all damn day. A man like him would only bully himself into my space, though, so I decided to bite the bullet and get it over with.
“What can I do for you, Master?” I asked sarcastically as I made my way back into the bedroom. “What do you require of me today?”
Leaning forward in the armchair, he said nothing as his predatory eyes roamed my body.
Dressed in a simple silk nightgown, I knew it left little to his imagination.
Heat began to creep up my neck as I felt naked under his gaze.
Walking over toward the ottoman, I grabbed the matching robe, draping it over my body as I kept space between us.
“If you want to do something for me…” He licked his lips before bringing his eyes back up to me. I squeezed my thighs tightly as warmth formed between them. “Come sit that pussy on my face.”
“Jaseon,” I whimpered, clutching my robe for dear life as he stood from his seat and took slow steps my way. “I need you to focus. I’m still mad at you.”
“Can you be mad at me while you drag your pussy across my nose?” He backed me into the bed, causing me to fall backward.
“You can go back to being mad at a nigga as soon as you catch that nut, mama.” He crawled up the bed until his solid, shirtless body hovered over mine. “A nigga hasn’t had any breakfast yet.”
He reached for the tie of my robe, unraveling the silk material before taking my wrists in his hands and tying them to the headboard.
My heart pounded in anticipation as he spread my thighs apart, dropping his head, and inhaling deeply.
My mouth fell as I watched him nuzzle his face in my pussy before throwing his head back while his eyes rolled into the back of his head.
“The sweetest thing I’ve ever smelled, Bloss Baby.”
Before I could stop him, my back arched as he began to eat me with fever. I hated how much my body craved him, especially at a time like this. I wanted him, and I couldn’t deny it, or myself, of this orgasm. As he said, I could be mad at him after I get this nut.
“Oh shit, Papa!” I moaned as I pulled at the ties. “Eat this pussy, baby.”
“You drive me so fuckin’ crazy, Bloss Baby.” He moaned into my box as he nibbled and slurped. “You’re so fuckin’ stubborn.” My body shook as he dipped his tongue in and out of me. “Fuck, girl.”
Wrapping my legs around his neck, I tried my best to ride his face. The feeling that was coming over me was one that only he could give, and I wanted it so badly. It didn’t take long before I was shaking and wetting him up with my juices.
“Ugh!” I cried as he slammed into me before my orgasm subsided. “Shit, Papa!”
“What the fuck are you doing to me?” He gripped the headboard as he stared at me with his lust-filled eyes, slamming in and out of me. “I feel like you’re suffocating me. Every second of every day, you cloud my fuckin’ judgment, girl.”
Smashing his mouth onto mine, I moaned into him as he pummeled into me. He was hitting my sweet spot over and over, and I knew I was making a mess on these Egyptian cotton sheets.
“I’m about to come, Papa!” I cried literal tears, at which he licked clean. “I can’t hold it anymore.”
“Let go!” he groaned the words into my ear as he stroked me deeper. “Wet this dick up, baby, because I’m about to nut all up in this pussy.”
Moans and skin slapping together filled the room as it began to spin around me. My vision blurred as I screamed his name and shook from the most intense orgasm I’d had since vacation. I saw stars as I felt him pulse and let loose inside of me.
“Damn, JJ,” I moaned as he kissed all over my face and neck, still feeling him twitch inside of me. “I’m still pissed at you.”
“Is that right?” He simpered, pulling out of me as he licked his way down my body. “Let me see if I can fix that.”
Pulling at the ties, I tried to run as he settled his face between my legs once more. The lewd noises he made embarrassed and turned me on all at once.
“Damn, we made a mess,” he mumbled, staring between my legs in awe.
Taking a finger, he eased it inside and out of me before pulling it and letting me see the evidence.
Rubbing it against my lips, I couldn’t help but open my mouth as he slipped his finger inside.
His pupils dilated suddenly as he gripped my neck and kissed me nastily, not caring about tasting himself.
“You’re a nasty, little bitch, huh?” He pinched my nipple as he moved up my body, standing and placing his dick in front of my face. It was still shiny but hard again, almost angry-like. “Open up them pretty lips and let me see how nasty you really get.”
What were we supposed to be talking about again, I asked myself as I did exactly as I was told.
Opening the guest bedroom door slowly, I peeped my head into the hallway to make sure I didn’t see or hear JJ. It was almost noon on a Saturday, and we had finally finished our bouts in the sheets a little while ago. If luck were on my side, he would be long gone by now.
Reaching his family room, the smell of fresh Pine-Sol hit me instantly.
For a bachelor, he kept his house amazingly clean.
Some days, there was a maid service that came through the home, but during the day-to-day, JJ kept the house in order.
The gray and black decor that greeted me every day really spoke to the type of man he was.
Refinement, strength, and masculinity screamed at me as I walked through every room during my moments of boredom when JJ was at work.
The way he incorporated brushed metals and natural stone within the interior of the home told me he either had hired an amazing designer, or he knew luxury behind flashy clothes and jewels.