Page 3 of His To Obey

“I bet it was. I don’t know why you don’t take some of these delicious ass men on a ride.”

“Hell no. They will never get close to this gold mine. His old ass wouldn’t be able to handle me anyway.”

“Shit, well, give me his number. I will be the judge of that. And he ain’t that old. He barely 60.”

“Too damn old. But anyway. He is a freak. Send this usb file to him and make sure it gets only to him. I have copies. Add my note with it. He will come in handy later.” I slid over the usb file and note wrapped pretty in a black envelope with a green wax stamp with a snake in the shape of an S.

“You know I got you. I do have those new case files for you. It’s audit season and you are killing the game. The numbers are through the roof. My Christmas bonus better be a boob job and an ass to match yours. You looked good by the way in them fishnets and sky-high heels. I will take mine in red please.” My mouth dropped at her revelation.

“Bitch if you were watching the camera last night why you come in here asking for details?”

“Because I know your secretive ass wasn’t gonna tell me everything. Like I said send me his number.” She winked before making her exit. I shook my head at my friend. Like I said she was the only one I trusted with my life. So of course she is the only one that knew my darkest secrets.

I met Autumn in high school. It was my junior year, and the captain of the football team was on a week of begging me to let him give me the ride of my life. After the terrible summer I had I hated all men and boys. But I was slowly learning how to control them and use what they wanted to my advantage. I wouldn’t dare fuck any of these disgusting ass boys, but I would put him on his knees and let him taste me though. He asked if his best friend could watch so I told him yes. I wasn’t afraid of either of them speaking on it because they both had girlfriends and I warned them I would ruin their lives if this came out. It helped that most of the students were afraid of me. I didn’t talk much and often wore black. One day a boy approached me and grabbed my arm, and I damn near tore his nuts off right there in the hallway full of nosy teenagers. From then on everyone thought I was scary and I played in to it.

The football captain was on his knees deep between my pussy lips when Autumn walked in the girl’s locker room singing. We all looked up thinking it was a teacher. When I noticed it was a student I made him return to his task. I kept eye contact with her trying to gauge if she was gonna go rat me out or not. At first, she stood there stunned but eventually she smirked and leaned back against the lockers watching the show. I smiled back and ushered her over with my index finger. With out saying a word I looked over to his friend holding himself through his jeans, smiling with excitement. Autumn lifted her skirt and slid her panties down. He approached her and got down on his knees.

After we both released, we re-dressed and left them with wet faces and hard dicks. We laughed all the way to the closest girl’s bathroom where we washed up and introduced ourselves. We’ve been thick as thieves since.

The busy workday caused time to flow by. My screen pinged with a message from Autumn saying it was time. I nodded my response as if she could see me. It was the third Monday of the month, so I straightened up my desk and headed out early. I have a standing visit every third Monday and I refuse to miss a single one. Closing my office door, I walked past Autumn giving her a wink. She made the “call me” gesture with her hands before I turned the corner to get to the elevator. I noticed Mrs. McCallum showing someone around. His back was to me, and I prayed he wasn’t joining the firm to become yet another person I had to fight off to get my partnership.

When he finally turned around, I gasped slightly. This man was gorgeous. He had smooth dark skin damn near black. His blue tailored suit fit his body perfectly. Not too tight but tight enough to show off his muscular build. His light brown tie matched his shoes, and he wore a simple gold watch on his right wrist. He had gold cufflinks that shined every time he moved. He stood out effortlessly and it made me both nervous and intrigued.

The elevator dinged reminding me to take a damn breath. I stumbled slightly getting on the elevator just as we made eye contact. I quickly looked away pressing the button to the garage floor. What the fuck was that? I have never been star struck and I for damn sure never break eye contact first. Pulling out my phone I created a note reminding myself to look into this new guy. I needed leverage fast.

Sitting at the cafeteria style table I waited anxiously to hear the loading buzzing signaling the doors were opening. Like clockwork I am here every month but still I have this nervous feeling when it is time. Straightening my posture, I took a deep breath and put on my game face. No one and I mean no one except the only two people that mean the world could see me in a flustered state. I promised myself that years ago and I stuck by it. The buzzing sounded forcing my focus to the doors. The women all filed in shackled and dressed in dusty orange. I looked around them until my eyes landed on the prettiest one in the group. My mother. Her hair was braided in two French braids and descended past her breast. Time has aged her and forced dark circles under her eyes, but she still was the most beautiful woman I ever seen.

When she approached the guard, she stared at me with a huge smile while he unlocked her shackles. As soon as she was released, she wrapped her arms around my shoulders. My body flinched momentarily at the embrace but inhaling deep, her familiar scent calmed me. She still smelled of vanilla with a hint of tobacco. That was the smell I grew up on, and it always made me feel at peace, even more so now.

“Momma, we agreed you would stop smoking.” I wiggled away from her and ushered her to sit in the chair in front of me.

“I know baby. It’s just a hard habit to break.” She smiled at me sweetly and looked over my face. “You are gorgeous my baby girl.” I smiled and reached for her hands.

“How are you? Did you get your care package and the money I put on your books? Did they give you your medicine?” She patted my hand signaling for me to calm down.

“I am fine darling, stop worrying. I got everything you sent. The girls are jealous of them plush towels and that African body scrubber. My skin is the softest it’s ever been in here with this hard water. Thank you, my baby.”

“Of course, momma. Anything for you.” I looked down at our hands intertwined. I couldn’t help but look up at the scar on her forearm and it brought me back to that night.

The creeping of my bedroom door startled me out of my sleep. I had barely fell asleep because my mom was arguing with my stepdad for hours. She kept yelling that he was drunk and needed to get out her face and lay down. Finally, the noise quieted and I closed my eyes dozing off. It was finally the weekend, and I was super excited about it.

We had just got cable, and I couldn’t wait to watch MTV and binge all the shows. My friends talked about MTV and Cartoon Network all the time. I wanted to go to school on Monday and brag to my them that I finally seen all the shows they talked about. Cable was all they talked about most of the time and my mom finally got it installed. Opening my eyes slightly I noticed my stepdad stagger to my bed. He plopped down making my bed jump.

“Blythe, you ain’t sleep, get yo ass up girl.” I heard the swish of liquid in a bottle before it hit the floor. Pulling the covers away from my face I tried to focus on him in the dark room.

“I was sleeping dad. It’s late and I am really tired. Go to bed.” Recently I started calling him Dad. He wasn’t the best at it but since mine left I had nothing to compare him to. He took care of me and my mom, so it was only right, I guess. I was thirteen years old, what did I know. My brother was four years older than me and moved out with my aunt because he hated my stepdad. He visited me at school or on the weekends, but I didn’t get to see him besides that.

“Don’t tell me what to do girl, help me with this.” He pointed and I strained my eyes to see what he was talking about.

“With what?”

“Get your ass up and see.” I huffed and pulled the covers off before sitting up. When I finally focused and the moon light shining through my window highlighted exactly what he needed help with. His pants were unzipped and he was completely exposed. I jumped back toward my headboard to get as far away from him as possible.

“No way. That’s not okay. Get out of my room. Please.” I pulled my covers to me as my shield.

“Now your momma’s stingy ass ain’t helped me in weeks and I need it, get over here girl.” He pulled at my covers, and I fought against his pull

“No, get out of my room! You are my dad. You are supposed to protect me!” I screamed. My mom had been having the sex talk with me since I was developed and having regular cycles and she told me my parents are my protectors and a safe space.