Page 47 of Obsessive Love
I didn’t leave my office for another two hours, and once I did, I was ready for bed. I checked the security cameras for the house before getting up from my desk and going to the room I was using. On the way, I checked in on Fable and found her knocked out in the middle of the bed with her sketchpads around her. I quickly straightened up, and my eyes went to the monitor on her ankle. The shit was a little over the top, but I couldn’t function with the thought of her getting away from me. I sighed, shook my head, pulled the covers over her, and kissed her forehead before leaving.
Five years ago, when I had this house built, everybody asked me why I needed all this space. Truthfully, I had no idea back then, but now I realize I was manifesting what I wanted for the future. I had seven bedrooms, an office, eight bathrooms, a finished basement, a pool, a basketball court, and enough acreage to add whatever I wanted and still have empty space. This house was built for the family I would create with my wife, with Fable.
I grabbed a pair of ball shorts and socks from the dresser, then went to the ensuite to shower. I turned on the water, stripped off my clothes, threw them in the hamper to wash later, and then stepped into the shower. The water was hot, and instantly, I relaxed against the shower wall, my head dropping.
“Alexa, show me Fable,” I said out loud, then turned my head. A TV was mounted on the wall above the tub. This bathroom was almost identical to the one in my room, with the tub and shower being separate. A double vanity with a large mirror sat opposite the tub, and the toilet was located in its own room in the corner.
The TV turned on, and I watched Fable lay there. She was beautiful. She was asleep when I was just in the room, but now she laid there, staring at the ceiling, lost in her thoughts, or so I thought. The sight of her hand moving under her shirt caught my attention. Her other hand was between her legs, and instantly, my dick got hard.
“Volume on,” I said, and her moans and whimpers echoed through the bathroom. “Itty Bitty.” She couldn’t hear me, but it didn’t matter because I didn’t want her to stop. Did I feel like a creep watching her pleasure herself? Yes. Was I going to stop? No. Was I jealous of her hand? Fuck yes. Tomorrow, I was going to kiss each finger in appreciation for bringing her pleasure, but also as a warning that it would never happen again. That was my job now.
Her moans and cries pulled my attention from my thoughts, and I gripped my dick. The faster she moved, the quicker my hand moved. I wiped the glass of the shower to remove the steam with my free hand and used my other to continue stroking my shit. The hand under her shirt pushed it up, and my mouth watered at the sight of her tugging at her nipple. I loved her curvy body. I had nothing against skinny women, butI wanted my woman to have meat on her bones, and Fable was perfect.
“Shit,” Fable hissed, and I licked my lips, pissed that the taste of her pussy was no longer there. When I’d eaten her pussy earlier, it took everything in me not to nut at the first taste. She tasted better than any dessert she could ever create. “Oh fuck.”
“Scream, baby,” I encouraged her as I continued to stroke my dick. I hadn’t jacked off since I was a young nigga, but I didn’t give a fuck. I was getting my nut off, or I’d be a cranky ass nigga until I slid into her walls, and I knew that shit wasn’t going to happen anytime soon. “Come on, scream for me, Fable.”
“Oh shit!” Fable moaned as her hand moved faster. “Shit!”
“That’s it.” I could tell from how her toes started curling that her orgasm was near. “Come on, baby.”
“Pyrite,” she moaned, and my hand stopped midstroke. She was thinking about me as she played with her pussy? A low chuckle ripped through me. Hell yeah, we were locked in. “Fuck, Pyrite!”
“Cum, Fable,” I groaned as I started moving my hand. “Fucking cum!”
“Yes, sir,” she panted as if she could hear me. “Yes, sir.” Her back arched off the bed, and her mouth fell open as a silent scream ripped through her. My own release spread against the shower wall, and I dropped my head in exhaustion.
“Good night, Itty Bitty,” I said lowly. My deep voice echoed through the bathroom. “Alexa, turn off the TV.”
The TV went off, and I continued to stand in the shower. The water hit my back, and I stepped to the side to allow it to wash away my nut from the shower wall. My dick was still hard, but I didn’t let my thoughts go back to Fable. I grabbed my African net, poured soap onto it, and washed my body. Once I was done, I got out, put on lotion and deodorant, and then put on my shorts before climbing into bed. Tomorrow was a new day, andnow I was on a mission to show Fable that we were locked in for life.
The next morning, I walked into the kitchen fully dressed with my laptop in hand, to find my kitchen in full effect. Fable leaned onto the counter, flipping through her notebook. Ingredients for whatever she was working on littered the countertops, and all I could do was stare at her. Today, she wore high-waisted jeans, a white fitted tee, and a pair of Dunks. Her hair was pulled into a ponytail.
“Morning,” I said to announce my presence. She looked up without moving her head and stared at me. “How long have you been awake?”
“Long enough to know that every window and door is locked,” she answered, and I nodded. She was still trying to escape, even though she knew I would find her. “I need fresh air.”
“Alright,” I nodded as I walked to the island and set my computer down. “What are you working on?”
“Rhodes’ treat,” she answered. I peeked into the bowl next to her and saw a yellow custard. She moved the bowl from my view and shook her head. “It’s lemon.”
“I figured,” I chuckled. “I wasn’t going to eat it.”
“Nothing I make today is safe for you to sample,” she said as she returned to her notebook. “It all has citrus in it.”
“So, I’m supposed to starve?” I joked, and she shrugged. “Damn, for real?”
“Your food is in the microwave.” She pointed to the microwave mounted on the wall, and I couldn’t stop the smile that pulled at my lips. “But I’m serious, don’t try anything else.”
“What did you make me?” I walked to the microwave and opened it. The sight of blueberry muffins made my stomach growl. They smelled good as fuck. I took the plate out, immediately picked one up, and bit it. It was still warm and tasted amazing. “Fuck, this shit is good.”
“I don’t have to like you to feed you,” she replied.
“Did you eat?” I asked in between bites.
“I did,” she nodded, and I was surprised. The look on my face must’ve been evident because she laughed. “I came to the conclusion that starving myself was the easy way out. I want my life back, and the only way that can happen is if I get the fuck away from you.”
“I ain’t that bad, Itty Bitty,” I said as I passed her. She was still bent over, focused on her notebook, so when I passed her, I intentionally brushed my dick against her ass. My shit was still hard from last night, and even though she didn’t know I was aware of her playing with her pussy and thinking of me, I wanted her to see that she wasn’t the only one affected here. “If you stopped being mean, you’d realize that.”
