7. Ember
I had the TV cued up all day, waiting for Priest’s return. I wasn’t watching the TV. I had spent most of the day working on the crossword puzzles and reading the books he had left with me. They were mostly books about philosophy that I found interesting, but I’d spent the majority of my time on the crossword puzzles.
The moment that I heard his bike, I had turned the TV to the porn site. I sat back on the bed and watched the porn with fascination. I had removed all my clothes except for the thong I wore. Priest hadn’t left the house until this morning, but the morning after he brought me up here, someone had visited. I was kept in the upstairs guest room while he chatted with someone downstairs. I could hear voices, but I couldn’t decipher if it was a male or a female. I just knew that after they left, Priest made his way to my room and dumped four large packages on the bed. They were all shrink-wrapped, and he had pulled a knife from his pocket and slit a hole in each.
“For you,” was all he said before he strode from the room again. I had eagerly opened them to find day and night clothes, underwear, a toothbrush, and grooming supplies inside. I wasn’t sure which one of those skanks at his club had told him my size, but they had gotten it right. I knew Priest hadn’t figured it out on his own.
“The fuck you think you’re doing?” he asked and eyed me suspiciously from the doorway.
I turned my head to look at him over my shoulder as I dragged the banana from between my lips. I rolled my eyes and turned my attention back to the TV before I slid the banana between my lips again. Back and forth and in and out the banana went. The moans from the TV grew louder as the man pounded the woman’s throat mercilessly.
Damn, he looked as if he would kill her with that monstrous dick, but my girl took it like a champ. I tossed the banana aside and pretended to ignore Priest behind me in the doorway watching me. I flipped onto my belly, rested my elbows on the mattress, and propped my chin into my palms. I kicked my legs up behind me and crossed them at the ankles.
Priest moved behind me and unchained me. I knew that he could see my pussy from the movements that I made as I swung my crossed legs up and down. I also knew that my pussy was wet because the shit on TV had me horny as hell, despite my situation.
“This a fucking game to you, September?” he asked when I rolled onto my back to remove the chain from underneath me.
I continued to ignore him, rolled back onto my stomach, and slid my hand underneath my belly and down into my thong. I fingered myself lightly and watched his reflection on the TV screen.
“September, I fuck people up for playing games with me. I don’t know what kind of game you’re playing, but you’d better watch your step, baby girl. The only reason your ass still breathing is because daddy’s gonna see his little princess suffer before I end his miserable life and then yours.”
His words scared me, but his aggressive reaction stunned me.
Priest snatched me off the bed by my thong so fast that not only did my thong rip, but that shit rubbed against me so hard that I felt chafe. Why was he angry with me? Why was my plan backfiring?
“Ouch. What the fuck, Priest?”
“You wanna be a fucking tease? You walk around pretending like you’re better than everybody else, but you’re acting like every other ho out there.”
I pushed him. “Excuse you?”
“Using your body to get what the fuck you want. You don’t think I know you’re trying to break my walls down? You’re using your body to get me to trust you so that you can slip your ass outta here. I’ma use your body all right. And I’m gonna give you everything that pussy’s begging for right now. That nasty li’l porn video ain’t got shit on what I’ma do to your sweet pussy and fat ass, Mary .”
“Let me go, Priest. And my fucking name ain’t Mary!” I screamed. I struggled to break free of the hold he had on me.
It was useless. Priest dropped down on the bed and threw me across his lap recklessly. Before I could protest, his hand made violent contact with my ass. Tears sprung to my eyes at the burning sting.
“Muthafucka!” I screamed. “You did not just?—”
Whap! That hand smacked my ass again. I knew his palm had to be stinging because my ass was burning like crazy.
“You wanna play little girl games with me? I’m gonna punish that ass for bad behavior,” he stated and brought his hand down on my bare ass again.
“I’m a grown-ass woman,” I argued and continued to wiggle.
“Oh, you’re a grown-ass woman now? Stop playing muthafuckin games with me then, Ember, and take your spanking like a grown-ass woman,” he replied and spanked my ass again.
That wasn’t what I expected at all when I’d set out to seduce him. Whereas it was my hope that I would turn him on, it seemed that I’d pissed him off instead. What the hell was wrong with this crazy ass man?
Of all the men that I’d dated, I had never seen any of them behave the way that Priest did. He was an enigma that I couldn’t figure out. For three days, I followed him around the house as much as he allowed me to. I talked with him and asked him questions about the MC and about his house. He didn’t answer me as much as I hoped that he would. He willingly spoke about his house and the dogs but not about the MC.
“Don’t hit me again!” I shrieked.
Priest’s hand rubbed my ass. The action brought a nice soothing touch to what he’d done before, and surprisingly, it calmed my furious ass down.
“Why, Ember? You afraid that you might like it?”
I bit my bottom lip and squeezed my eyes tight against the truth of his words and the underlying presence of the sting from where he had spanked me. I was also trying to drown out the way that I felt at how he had shortened my name.
Priest dragged his hand over the curve of my ass. When he got to the underside of it, he cupped the curve, and it wasn’t lost on me that it fit perfectly in his hand.
“You trying to seduce me, Ember? You know how many fucking whores drop to their knees to suck me off daily?”
That shit burned deep inside and made me want to jump up and fight. But he must have suspected my reaction wouldn’t be positive because he pressed down on the middle of my back to keep me in place. His hand slowly rubbed my ass again.
When I felt my pussy leak like a faucet, I squeezed my eyes closed. I didn’t want him to know that, but there was no way that I could keep that secret. His hand was right down there, and he would feel it soon.
“Look at that. You’re leaking like a waterfall. Watch Priest make that pussy cum.”
Why the hell did he sound so angry when he spoke, but it had the power to turn my body on at the same time? He was a commanding asshole, but for some strange reason, my body liked it. Maybe because I was grateful that he hadn’t forced himself on me. Or was it because he had saved me from the others who were salivating over me at the clubhouse? Better yet, maybe because he’d shot my traitorous ass father in the knees. Yes!
That was what it had to be.
“Where’s your head going to, Ember? I want your focus right here,” he declared. Priest gripped the back of my head with one of his large palms and turned my face toward his erection.
His dick was huge. It pressed into my face, and I couldn’t imagine him taking me with that, let alone using any type of force on me. A woman would have to be willing to give herself to him, and she would have to be open to whatever he proposed and extremely turned on to slip that monster up in her shit, unless the woman had loose ass walls.
“That’s it, baby, drool. ’Cause your ass gonna drool all over this dick.”
His fingers found my opening, and when he plunged his fingers inside of me, my pussy walls gripped his fingers gratefully. It was like my walls had been waiting for his presence for a while. They suctioned him so deep inside of me that they threatened to never let go.
“Damn, baby, you’re right. Your name ain’t Mary. Ain’t nothing sweet and innocent about this pussy. I’ma start calling your ass Venus. These walls like a fuckin’ flytrap. Don’t wanna let a nigga’s fingers go. Can’t wait to feel how tight your walls grip this dick.”
Priest slid his fingers free and placed them in his mouth. My eyes grew wide as his grew heavily lidded. He sucked on his fingers hungrily before he slowly slid them free from his lips.
When he slid his fingers inside of me again, I cried out.
“Oh, shit, Priest.”
“That’s it, baby. Watch this pussy cum for Priest. She’s hungry for what I got to feed her.”
I felt my pussy contract around his fingers as he milked me. Just before I came, he pulled his fingers free and spanked my ass hard three times.
My emotions were all over the place between the glide of his smooth palm over my ass cheeks, the way he attentively fondled my pussy, and the hard slap of his hand against my ass cheeks. I had no idea what I should be feeling, but it was the best experience I had ever had.
That pissed me off. I was supposed to be seducing Priest, but it was the other way around. He had come into this room and immediately taken control of the situation. I had no bargaining room, no negotiating tool, and no leverage at all because my traitorous pussy had switched sides.
“Get on your knees,” he ordered.
I felt ambushed like hell with that command. We’d been getting along so well, and his abrupt, angry command left me confused.
“Get. The. Fuck. On. Your. Knees.”
I did what he said, and he stood. I watched as he undid his zipper and pulled that massive dick free. It was black and beautiful. It was a beautiful brown color with a reddish-brown head. Heavily veined and slightly curved, I couldn’t help but lick my lips, though that wasn’t my intention.
“That’s right, baby. Wet them lips up.”
“Priest.”
“I don’t wanna hear your shit. You wanna seduce a nigga and try to manipulate me? Told you what I was gonna do if you kept letting foul shit come out of those lips. You’re overdue for sucking this dick, baby.”
“I didn’t do anything,” I replied half-heartedly because I did want to suck his dick whether I admitted it or not.
“Walking around here the last few days acting like we’re friends. I’m not your friend. I ain’t got shit for you but a nut to bust down your throat.”
Priest grabbed the back of my hair and shoved my face toward him. I inhaled deeply, but he didn’t shove his dick down my throat like I’d expected. He took it and slapped me in the face with it. Then he slowly dragged it over one cheek to the next, leaving a stream of precum behind. The next time he smacked my lips, I opened my mouth, and he stuffed his dick into my mouth.
Priest’s dick blocked my air passage and made it hard for me to breathe.
“Open that gahdamn throat and take this dick like the grown-ass woman you pretend to be.”
I pulled back slightly, but his hand secured my head and did not allow me to sever our connection. If someone had told me a few days ago that I would be on my knees sucking a stranger’s dick, I would swear they were lying. I had only had oral sex once, and that was with my high school boyfriend, Evan Pettigrew. We had been together for two years before we left for college, and we had experimented with one another with sex. I had lost my virginity to him and practiced oral sex with him. I hadn’t given another man the honor since then until Priest, not even to my fiancé.
The only reason Priest’s ass received the privilege was because he held my freedom and life in his hands, and though I was reluctant to admit it… I wanted to.
It was wrong. After all, Priest had no respect for life. I could tell by the way they hadn’t hesitated to shoot my daddy in his knees. Shit, I still wanted this, even knowing what he’d done to my daddy.
My hands were fisted around his dick, and he reached down and pulled my fingers free.
“Nah, sweetheart. You think you’re slick. You’re taking all this dick.”
Priest’s large hands gripped the sides of my head, and his waist swiveled as he worked his dick deeper into my mouth. My hands gripped his powerful thighs as he continued working his way further into my mouth. I was impressed by the muscles in his thighs, and my fingers dug into the cloth of his jeans. I loved how his muscles flexed as he pumped into my throat.
My tongue licked the bulging veins, and I loved how ropey and smooth they felt at the same time. My saliva dribbled down Priest’s length, and when I looked up and saw how his eyelids had drooped, I felt powerful. He may have been my captor, but I was in control at the moment. That surge of power made me more determined than ever to continue seducing him. I would make him fall hard. He would regret ever screwing with me, because I would get away. My freedom was the most important thing, and I sucked him off like it was. I sucked and sucked despite the raw feeling in my throat as he pumped aggressively without care or an ounce of compassion.
I knew that my mouth would be sore and raw for days to come. He was ruthless, fucking my mouth like it was my pussy. He thrust hard and deep, jabbing into the back of my throat. Priest’s head dropped back, and the veins in his forehead and neck protruded. His mouth opened, and he released a vicious roar as he shot hot, salty cum down my throat. I didn’t have a chance to prepare, but despite my instinct to choke, I swallowed until it was all gone.
He jerked his dick out of my mouth, causing me to rock backward on my heels. Sneering at me, he warned, “Quit fucking with me, Ember.”
The anger in his eyes should have scared me, but the way he called me “Ember” softly at the end left me confused. Did he really hate me?