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Over the next couple of months, we spent more time together getting to know each other. At work, we were professional, and we’d only had sex twice in my office. After almost getting caught, we agreed to either make sure no one else was there or not at all. We’d been good at sticking to that rule. It made for hotter mornings and off days.
We always went to Sunday dinners. Despite me trying to fight the blooming friendship, Martina had wiggled her way in. I reserved Sunday nights for bedtime stories and blowjobs. Whenever I found him reading to his niece, it made him that much sexier. I’m sure that he realized he was being rewarded for his fatherly instincts.
Our sex developed into this kinky refuge that allowed us both to relax into it. He controlled me through his carnal urges, and every time he gave in to his dominant nature, I blossomed submissively. Pain equaled pleasure. Denial morphed into rewards. He’d crossed boundaries I’d had in place to protect my heart. Slaying every demon and monster along the way. Bad habits I had because of Marcus, he corrected with a firm hand, telling me what he would or wouldn’t tolerate with openness for each other. I wasn’t allowed to shut down and shut him out when we had misunderstandings. Instead, we talked to better understand where the other was coming from.
Beni was gentle with my emotions, aggressive about pursuing me, and reassuring of my needs. That didn’t stop outside of the bedroom. He protected what we had together with a fierceness that was unmatched by any of my previous relationships. Almost to the point of obsession. Maybe I was toxic because I relished in the attention, encouraging a madman to do more of his craziness.
He dated and wooed me. Adored and cherished me. For him to be happy, all I had to do was let it happen. No matter what I tried to do for him in return, how much I tried to reciprocate on the level that he performed at, nothing made him feel as good as me accepting him as my man. The only sacrifice that came with the job was him penetrating my heart and I feared my soul, too.
ChapterTwelve
BENI
Icouldn’t keep my eyes off Simone as she moved through the club, swaying her hips in this black dress that was drawing my eyes to her thighs. Her breasts plunged from it, but the waist had this added material that hung in the center of her waist. Scrunched and… it drew my eyes right to her legs. She wore stilettos, and the laces wrapped around her ankles up to her calves. Her hair was a curly, sexy mess and pulled into a ponytail, exposing the studded spikes she wore for earrings. A matching leather choker graced her neck and made me want to steal her away to see how long she could hold my dick at the back of her throat while I ate her pussy. She’d wear that fucking dress and everything else while we did the things. I’d make her a delectable mess by staining that dress forever with memories she’d never forget. She was distracting as hell and I had a feeling that she knew it, too. Agreement be damn, I needed to feel her mouth now.
“Well, hello, Beni.” A familiar voice came from behind me.
I froze, unsure how in the fuck Cindy had gotten in here. I turned around to find her standing there ogling me. Behind her were Debbie and her other friend, Katrina. I’d never fucked her, but she’d sucked my dick a few times. I sighed, glad those days were over.
I’d slipped up that first night by having sex with Simone multiple times without a condom. Thankful that she hadn’t thought about it immediately, we’d both been tested to confirm that we were clean. She’d also been on birth control to prevent her from being pregnant. She’d allowed the condomless sex to continue since I enjoyed filling her with my seed, but she wouldn’t budge on the birth control.
The need to get her pregnant and have a ring on her finger plagued me almost daily. After talking to Martina, we both agreed to it was an unhealthy fixation. It was based on Martina’s theory of me being afraid of abandonment. She worried that I’d do everything in my power to keep her, no matter how unhealthy it was for the relationship. She was right. And when I thought of her being with another man, I saw red. I’d never hurt her, but him? Dig his grave now, because when I got a hold of him, there would be hell to pay.
“Beni?” Cindy’s annoying voice brought me back into the moment.
I cleared my throat to help bring myself back into this dreaded conversation and to check all my crazed thoughts.
“Yeah? What can I help you, ladies, with?” My mind dwelled on Simone being with any other man, and I fisted my hands.
“Are you going to hit me for saying hello?” She asked.
“No, you just caught me at a bad time.”Any time that she was around, it made for a bad time.
“I didn’t know you’d be here. Do you know the owner or something?” She asked. She shifted on her feet and I pushed away all other thoughts.
What was she up to?
“Did you need anything?” I asked her directly.
She came close enough for me to smell her overly sweet perfume and I stepped back.
“I miss you, Beni.” Her eyes searched mine for answers. “Why have you been dodging my calls? Why won’t you let me come over to your new place?”
After they had fucked Debbie at my house last, I’d decided that I didn’t want Simone coming over to that vibe. I sold that one and purchased something different. Forget the fact that I took a loss. I needed out of there quickly. I started avoiding it and more of my things showed up at my sister’s and Simone’s houses. Inside the new one, I could relax and not worry about what tramp’s pussy lingered in the air. My housekeeper preferred the new vibe as well.
“Hello?!” Cindy snapped in my face.
I looked toward the back wall, and one bouncer was already approaching.
“I’ll say this once. I don’t want you. Hear me when I tell you that everything that used to be between us is over.”
“Instead, you’d rather stare at some black bitch across the room?” She retorted.
Red.
I don’t hit women. I… don’t… hit… women…