BLYTHE #3
“I don’t bite.” He whispered pulling me even closer.
“Even though I should for you tying me up. You owe me two lamps by the way.” Chuckling, I threw my hands around his neck and looked up into his eyes.
Surprisingly the conversation of me tying him up never came up in the office.
Many times, I wanted to ask but I let him lead.
“Do I now? I honestly would call us even. I don’t take kindly to men throwing their weight around.”
“That wasn’t at all what I was doing Angel. I just wanted him to stop touching what’s mine.”
“There’s that word again.”
“What?”
“Mine. I never said I was yours Pharaoh. I belong to no one.” I raised a brow daring him to challenge me. His hands rubbed up and down my back as we swayed to the music. DeAngelo’s brown sugar called for more of a bump and grind, but we felt comfortable in our sway.
“I already told you why but maybe you need another reminder why you belong to me.”
“How can I be yours? You have never courted me. You playing in my honey pot to relieve cramps does not grant you the mine card. Hell, you barely spoke to me after that, were you disgusted? Or were you honestly upset about me tying you up?”
“Nah, I was just trying to help. I felt bad seeing you in the fetal position on my kitchen floor. And the tying me up shit.” He bit his lip after licking it seductively.
“If I’m being honest the shit turned me on like crazy.
And every time I’ve seen you, I wanted to return the favor.
Tie you up to my desk and make that pussy cream and make you sing my name in moans.
Can’t do that while you are menstruating.
But… I would say the time has come.” He leaned into my neck and inhaled deep.
“Come home with me tonight.” He licked from my collar bone up to my jaw.
“I can’t.” I whispered out breathlessly.
“What makes you keep thinking I am asking Angel? Grab your purse and tell Anastacia bye.” I pulled back with a slight frown. I wanted to cuss him out, but my body was betraying me. Every part of me was screaming for me to obey his command, but my mind was scared. Was I ready?
“Stop thinking baby. Lose control. I promise I got you.” He pecked my lips gently and I melted like puddy.
Walking away from him I floated to the bar where my purse was tucked snuggly under Anastacia’s arm.
She was in an intense tongue war with the handsome guy that had been in her face since I walked in.
I hated to interrupt but she could finish as soon as I was gone.
Tugging gently at my bag she pulled away and looked over to me.
“Leaving?”
“Yes, I will see you Monday in the office.”
“Oh man, okay. Who are you leaving...” Her words trailed off as she looked around seeing who I was leaving with. She spotted Pharaoh at the entrance and smiled wide. “Oh okay, Have fun!” She winked before returning to her man of the night. I shook my head and walked toward Pharaoh.
I noticed the chick from his place moving in his direction and it made me frown.
I was not in the mood to dog walk this bitch.
I watched her sway as she moved toward him, her eyes gazing lustfully.
She knew him intimately. She knew every sound he made.
Every sexual movement. Even knew the way his body quaked when he climaxed.
All of a sudden, my palms were sweaty and my confidence flew away only leaving nerves and butterflies.
Could I really do this? He had women falling at his feet.
And then there is me that has never done any of this.
Was I brave enough to go home with him tonight.
Yes, I control men in the Venin Room all the time but that is different and on my terms. This is his world. His control, his playground.
We made it to him at the same time. I kept my eyes locked on her and once she noticed me, she never wavered from my gaze. Just looked at me with pure hate. I may have felt like a ball of nerves, but I wouldn’t have an issue with harvesting that energy and beating her ass if she tried me.
Pharaoh forced my head up to look at him and our eyes met. I scanned his face, looking for any reason to run or that he would choose her over me. He caressed my chin and stared as if I was the only one in the room. I blushed, feeling his unspoken words pour into me. He wanted me, not her.
“Pharaoh, can I speak to you for a minute?” I heard her annoying ass voice from beside me. I swear I wanted to beat her face in. But Pharaoh wouldn’t let me look toward her. His eyes were glued to mine.
“Nah.” Was his only response. Him subtly biting his lip with reassuring eyes was satisfying.
He didn’t pay her any mind. She stumped and huffed to get his attention, but he never looked away from me.
I wanted him even more now. I wanted him the moment I saw him, but it was greater now.
It was something about him that said he was different and that I could trust him.
So, when he reached his hand out, I took it.