Chapter 10
Ari
I was watching Tania’s location standing by Proctor’s office door, waiting on him to be ready to take me home. When he finally came out, he walked straight past me, before stopping to turn over his shoulder.
“Girl, bring your ass on. It’s time for me to get the hell up out of here for the night.”
I followed him to his car and once we climbed inside, I turned to him with a serious question.
“Proc, can you please drive like you have some sense tonight? I have a baby I need to make it home to.”
“Since you said it like that, I am going to drive like I got warrants or some shit.”
I laughed.
“But you're staying with me tonight, right?”
“I didn’t say that. I thought you were taking me home.”
“I can, but you’d be disturbing your friend. I just got word that her husband is home now. I’m sure she doesn’t have time for your ass now anyway.”
“Oh, great. I didn’t know he was discharged tonight. Isn’t it too late in the night to be discharged?”
Proctor raised an eyebrow.
“Do you know who my son is? He could make a mountain in Vegas move to Texas if he wanted too.”
“Oh, I’m sure. My bestfriend brags on him all the time. Not in a bad way though. I’m happy that she has her Mr. make it happen.”
“You could too.” Proctor looked over to me before starting his engine.
“But with all that being said, you can stay with me. I’m not going to bite you. I’m not even going to suck on you if you don’t want me to.”
I shook my head, with a soft smile creeping across my lips.
I didn’t want to say no, mostly because of how good it sounded.
Proctor didn’t have to paint any pictures for me because I painted them for myself most of the time.
On days where I didn’t want to think about our night together, I couldn’t help myself.
Then I would cry myself to sleep that I was fantasizing about the man accused of killing my fiancé.
But I guess now the word accused doesn’t hold much weight.
It’s unfair that in the back of my mind Proctor is guilty for something he was acquitted for.
Truth is, I needed to let it go because Josiah’s real killer could be out there and I’m here hating someone who didn’t do it.
This battle I just wasn’t giving my time anymore.
He was found not guilty in court so that’s just what it is.
“I guess I can stay with you. That’s if you know how to act and how to treat your guest.”
“You know I do, especially you.” Proctor looked at me with low squinted eyes.
“Sit back and put your seatbelt on. You my daughter mother and I need you safe at all times.”
I didn’t give him a real rebuttal this time and let him think whatever he wanted. If he wanted to play father right now, I wasn’t stopping him. He’d saved my whole existence at the club earlier by giving me that money.
Proctor stopped me by Hawk and Cyn’s penthouse where I slipped in with the door code and got some clothes without disturbing them and then slipped right out.
When we got to Proctor’s penthouse, he took off his cufflinks at the door and laid them neatly on the stand with his jewelry.
He walked deeper into the space and turned on the TV while I pulled the stacks of money from under my dress and put them on the counter for the time being. I’m sure it would be safe here.
“I don’t even know why I turn the TV on when I’m this fuckin tired. I won’t watch it. Tonight, the television will be watching me.”
“Yeah, me too. I really just want to take a shower and get ready for bed.”
“I hear that mama.”
“Can you show me where I can shower and where I will be sleeping?”
“Shit. I was hoping you’d be sleeping with me tonight butt ass naked”
“Proctor, sleeping with you is one thing but sleeping naked is a whole other. That will only lead to things you and I don’t need to be doing.”
“Ari, I know I can control myself. Can you?”
He said it confidently.
Proctor had to know how good he looked in that suit, shirt half undone underneath, sleeves hugging that broad build that he couldn’t hide.
On top of that, his chocolate skin glowed like a light bulb meant only to cast a brown glow over the room.
Proctor had the type of body that was poetic when you talked about it. In only a way a masterpiece could be.
“Ari, I haven’t slept close to a woman like you in forever. I don’t want to beg you, but I will.” He touched his chest, flashing his perfect ass smile.
“Proctor, you literally just had sex with someone.”
“I said sleep with a woman. Cuddle, hold someone all night. I haven’t done that shit since, hell, we had that night together when you drugged your homegirl.”
He laughed like it was funny, but I was actually starting to feel worse and worse every time I thought about that.
“Proctor, can you just show me where I can shower, and we’ll see how I feel about sleeping in your bed tonight. How does that sound?”
“Fair enough.”
He led me into his bedroom and straight to the bathroom, turning the shower on from the control panel outside the glass.
The bathroom was easily my favorite part of his condo.
A floor-to-ceiling glass shower. Marble countertops.
Big mirrors everywhere. The kind of place people experienced for a night or two, but never somewhere someone called home.
Proctor stepped to the side.
“It’s all yours, baby.”
“Thanks,” I replied, stepping closer to the shower door. I was about to lift my dress when I thought about his presence in the restroom with me.
“Are you going to step out?”
He jerked his head back.
“Why would I step out? I’ve seen parts of you with my own eyes that you couldn’t see without taking a picture of it first.”
“I guess you are right.” I shook my head before lifting my dress over my head anyway. As I got completely naked, Proctor turned his back and stepped out of the restroom, showing he wasn't as interested as I may have thought.
When I got into the shower, water hit me from every direction, and I was in heaven with how it felt. That silky, soft water flowed at a good pressure, but it didn't hit my skin hard like a hot tub jet or anything.
I enjoyed the shower, probably longer than I should have.
I stood there with my eyes closed, letting the water run over me, using the soap and sponge I’d found in the corner, washing my body like I was at home.
If I had to guess, I’d say I stayed in there about twenty minutes before I finally turned the water off.
When I stepped out through the steam-filled glass doors, I heard water running and I saw it was Proctor filling up his spa-sized tub. The water was up to the bottom of his chest, and his body leaned back, eyes closed, steam rising from the bubbles around him.
“Wow. You just made me jealous.”
He opened his eyes and chuckled softly. “What do you mean?”
“You didn’t enjoy the shower?”
“I did, but that bubble bath looks amazing.”
I glanced around.
“Is this the towel I’m supposed to use?” I pointed to the one, neatly folded, on the sink counter.
“Yes, of course.”
I grabbed it and wrapped it around my body, hesitating before walking a little closer. Standing by the tub, looking down at him, I noticed subtle movement in the water, enough to catch my attention.
It looked like he was touching himself, and I bit my bottom lip because of what I couldn’t see, but everything I could imagine right now.
“Are you jacking off, Proctor?”
He shook his head. “Nah. Not like that. Just rubbing it, that’s all. I don’t expect anything to happen from it, though. This feels good, but it’ll never feel good enough to make me spit up.”
He opened both eyes. “That’s unless you do something to help me.”
“Do what?”
“Rub it for me.”
I blinked.
“What?”
“I mean, it shouldn’t hurt you. It’s not like you’ll be fucking me, right? Just helping me relax and I can do the same for you.”
He took his hands out of the water, and something shifted beneath the surface before floating up. His head rested back, and I could see his dick clearly through the water, floating like a log in a river.
I bit my bottom lip and tried to look away, but I couldn’t. I didn’t want to actually.
“Why are you teasing me?”
“I’m not teasing you. I’m just enjoying my bath. Don’t tell me you didn’t rub yourself in the shower too, with as long as your ass took in there.”
I shook my head, glancing back toward the shower.
“I might have. A little.”
He sucked his tongue.
“That’s what I’m saying. You were over there being selfish when you could’ve been over here relaxing with me.”
“Yeah, I guess so.” I squeezed the towel even tighter because my hormones were telling me to let it go.
“So, come get in, baby. The water is nice and hot. That’s if you like hot hot water.”
“Oh, I love hot baths. That’s the only way I take them.”
“Well then, if you trust yourself to be strong, then come hop in. I’m not going to bite or lick you unless you want me to.”
I shook my head, then realized I didn’t even care anymore. I dropped the towel and stepped into the tub, one foot at a time. I sat down on the opposite side, facing Proctor, who already had a satisfied expression on his face.
The water felt amazing, covering my body almost completely, while still only coming up to Proctor’s chest.
“Do you like foot massages?”
“Of course I do. Especially after wearing tall ass heels all night.”
He shifted closer and reached for my foot, lifting it gently.
“Say no more. That’s if you don’t mind, I can give you one.”
“Of course I don’t mind.”
I leaned back against the tub wall and lifted my foot slightly as his thumbs pressed into the soles.
This shit felt so good. I couldn’t believe I was even experiencing it. I’d needed a foot massage like this for years after dancing on those poles, wearing heels every night, then coming home to clean and cook on the same feet that just wanted relief.
Josiah used to complain about my feet. Said they were always cold. Said he didn’t like me touching him with them. He truly had something negative to say about everything.
And I knew my feet were pretty. Every nail tech had told me that unless they were talking to get a tip.
“You like it?”
“I love it.”
“Good. You know you can use the other one to do something if you want to.”
Before I could respond, he lifted my other foot and placed it against his dick.
“Yeah, baby, just like that. You massage me with one foot, and I will massage the other one.”
“Okay.”
I replied, rubbing my foot up and down his piece that was getting stiffer with every fuckin motion.
At first, I didn't know what I was doing. I was kind of just playing around with it, just like footsie, until I found the motion that I could see that he really liked on his face.
I was looking at Proctor eye to eye, watching him as my toes slipped into his mouth, which caught me off guard.
“Mmm, Proctor, what are you doing?”
He smirked as he dragged his tongue up the sole of my foot.
“Still massaging you, but now with my mouth. Just keep doing what you're doing, and I got you.”
He continued kissing my feet and worshiping them with his tongue, rubbing around my toes, almost like he was trying to clean them. I was so into what he was doing that I accidentally stopped massaging his dick with my foot, but he grabbed it under water, taking my curled toes back to his penis.
“Don’t stop, baby. I love them pretty ass feet rubbing against my dick.” I nodded my head okay, because I was prepared to listen to everything he said. My head was back so far that my hair dipped into the water. Proctor then kissed my feet until I could feel how wet my pussy was even in the water.
He went from my feet, and licked up to my ankle, giving me so much pleasure I couldn’t help but confess how I felt inside.
“Fuck you make me want you.”
He grinned as he licked further and further up my leg.
“Well, if you do, let me lick your entire body, starting with this pretty ass pussy.” He rubbed his middle finger up my coochie and over my clit, making me shiver.
Proctor got on his knees and lifted my body up out of the water, sitting me on the base of the tub behind me, where I would have candles sitting if this restroom belonged to me.
He spread my legs and then started swirling his tongue around my clit in an instant. Proctor was now laid low like a sniper, holding my lips as wide as they could be with his two fingers speared like a peace sign.
Looking down at him was like riding a helicopter and being afraid to look down. I just knew when I did, the visuals would be enough to make me cum. Shit, I was already about to without.
I looked down anyway, we made eye contact, and he lifted his head from my mouth.
“Is this my pussy?” He asked, and I instantly started shaking.
“Yes, yes, yes! Fuck yes, I’m cuming.”
I confessed, and my body trembled as I tried to escape his grip on me, but it was no use. He had me right where he wanted me.
Proctor stood up out of the water, and his dick was standing straight out in front of him as he led me into the bedroom. I bent over on the bed, getting up on my knees.
“No, baby girl, I want you to look me in my eyes while you take this dick. Lay on your back.” He directed me, and I turned over, doing exactly what he wanted.
Proctor climbed his big ass body over me, covering my frame completely.
Then he guided his dick inside my box with no hands, sliding all the way to my guts before he stopped for a second, kissed me on my forehead, and then started to stroke me like a feathered pen, gradually picking up speed and depth, causing my fingers to dig deeper in his back.
I couldn't control my eyes, my hands, or my emotions right now because of how this enormous man was fuckin me. Proctor was so big you wouldn't expect him to work it the way he does, but he has a stroke for the Gods. So much to where I'm starting to think his chocolate ass is one.
I couldn't fight it anymore.
“Yes, daddy! Fuck me! Fuck me!”
I yelled. I had truly succumbed to this niggas charm. I guess I'm really not stronger than a wet pussy and a throbbing clit.