Page 43 of Obsessive Love
“I can’t!” I panted as I rode his face. “I fucking can’t!” I was so damn close I could feel my orgasm building. The top of my head got hot, and my toes tingled. “Damn it, Pyrite!”
Pyrite continued to suck on my clit, moving my leg to his shoulder so he could get better access. My toes curled, and my back arched off the bed as my orgasm ripped through my body. He continued to lick, suck and kiss me through my first orgasm and right into my second. My clit was so sensitive that I had to push his head away. Pyrite rested his head on my thigh, and my hand was entangled in his hair.
“I can’t let you go, Fable,” he said quietly against my leg as he shook his head. “I don’t know why, but I can’t.”
“I’m a payment for a debt, Pyrite,” I said as I tried to catch my breath. Even to my own ears, my reasoning sounded like an excuse. “I’m not a possession that you can own.”
“I know that,” he chuckled, then tilted his head to look at me. “I could never own you, but I can’t say the same for you when it comes to me.” He kissed my thigh again, then slowly rose to his full height. My leg wasn’t long enough to stay on his shoulder, so my feet rested against his chest. My eyes went to the outline of his hard dick pushing against his shorts. Even though I’d just cum twice, my pussy started to throb at the sight of him.
“What?” My eyes went from his print to his eyes, confused about what he meant. “What did you say?”
“You want breakfast?” he asked instead of answering my question. His hand went to my leg and he rubbed my calf to my ankle.
“Pyrite, what the fuck is that on my ankle?” I asked as I lifted my foot from his chest and quickly raised it to look at my leg. My eyes had to be playing tricks on me because there was no way I was seeing what I thought I was. “What the fuck is this?”
“An ankle monitor,” he answered with a shrug. “I told you that leaving me wasn’t an option.” He tapped the monitor. “That will ensure that I always know where you are.”
“Take this shit off!” I yelled as I jumped from the bed and got in his face. “Right fucking now! Take it off!”
“No,” he denied with a shake of his head. “Not until I can trust that you won’t run from me.” He took a step back, and I stared at him in disbelief. “It’s the monitor, or I kill every nigga that touches you when you try to run.” There was no way this crazy ass nigga put an ankle monitor on me and then ate my pussy to try and distract me! “Now, get ready for work.”
“Excuse you?”
“We have a meeting with Rhodes in two hours.”
“Who the fuck is Rhodes?” I asked, then started to laugh. “You know what? It doesn’t matter because I’m not going any fucking where until this shit is off my ankle.”
“Rhodes Jeffers is the captain of The Rooks, my hockey team, and yes, the fuck you are.” He stared down at me with a serious expression. “If you aren’t ready when I come back, then I’ll dress you my fucking self.” He looked me up and down, then slowly licked his lips. “Shit will be enjoyable for both of us, though, know that.”
“Fuck you, Pyrite,” I replied, and he laughed.
“Two hours, Fable.” He held up two fingers and smirked. “Two fucking hours.”
As soon as the door closed behind Pyrite, I was searching for something to cut off this damn ankle monitor. I was so fucking mad, I was shaking. I’d let my pussy think for me, and now I was literally on a different level of lockdown. Being stuck in his house was one thing, but having an ankle monitor on was too fucking much.
“I hate you, Pyrite Stone!” I yelled because I knew he was listening. “I hate the fucking ground you walk on. I hate that your mama is such a nice fucking lady because she has a psychopath for a fucking middle son! I don’t even know your daddy, and I feel sorry for him because he is half responsible for your crazy ass. I know your entire life you drove them crazy, and it’s probably a piece of them that instantly gets sad when they see you coming because they know that your crazy ass is a menace to society, and they are responsible for it.”
I turned on the water for the shower, then stripped out of my clothes, still pissed. This crazy ass nigga! I showered, got out, put on some body cream, walked to the sink to brush my teeth, washed my face, pulled the scarf off my head, and fluffed my curls. I did a light beat on my face, not really in the mood to do too much work, then went back to the room and grabbed an outfit from the closet and underwear from the dresser. I don’t know when I decided to put the clothes Pyrite bought me away, but I had, and now that even pissed me off.
I got dressed quickly, sat on the edge of the bed, and stared down at the shoes I would wear. They were strapped heels, which allowed me to wear them without worrying about the monitor on my ankle. Sighing, I put them on, secured the straps around my ankle, and stood just as the door opened.
“You ready?” Pyrite asked with a smirk. “You look good, Fable.” His eyes went to the monitor on my ankle, and he licked his lips. “I love the accessories.”
“Shut the fuck up,” I said as I walked past him, purposely pushing him when I was close enough. When I got to the steps, Starburst flew over my head and down the stairs, and Watermelon landed on my shoulder. I went down the stairs and headed into the kitchen to make breakfast, only to find it was waiting for me.
“Watermelon, Starburst cage,” Pyrite said as he rounded the corner to enter the kitchen. To my surprise, my birds went to their cage. Pyrite walked past the cage to the island, picked up a small bowl, went to their cage, and set it inside. “Thank you.”
“Home,” Watermelon demanded, then started eating the fruits and vegetables from the bowl.
“Bitch nigga!” Starburst yelled, then followed behind Watermelon.
“Fuck you, nigga,” Pyrite said to Starburst, then thumped him. Starburst screeched at him, then went back to eating. Pyrite turned to face me, and I flipped him off. “We leave in thirty minutes.”
“Take the ankle monitor off,” I said as he handed me my plate.
“No.”
I let out a deep breath and then nodded; fine, if he didn’t do what I was asking, then I was about to make his life a living fucking hell. I took the plate from him, and even though it looked good, I wasn’t about to eat it. Pyrite walked back to theisland, and I took the moment to launch the plate across the room, barely missing his head.
