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what he spat.
    His cockiness was sexy even when he was overcompensating for confidence. It was the first time he had ever told me no or turned me down. Even though I could respect his reasoning, it seemed weird to me that he was doing it. The thoughts in my mind quickly shifted to him giving his time and effort towards someone else’s pussy. The competitive side of me wanted to reach through the phone. I wanted to demand that he tell me whom the bitch was that was taking his time from me. Instead I remained poised acting as if nothing was wrong. Men were one tracked minded and if they thought a woman was too clingy they would drop them in a millisecond. I couldn’t risk losing my fixation. He was mine and I’d be damned if I let another bitch have him.
    “Hmm. I guess. So are you going to play with me tonight or what?” My voice flowed as sweetly as poured honey.
    “Yeah, I might bite that thang later. Make sure that pussy’s bare for me. I don’t want see no hair on that motherfucka. Ya heard me?”
    “There’s no hair on it now. I shaved it proper just for you last night, baby.”
    “Oh, word? Last night huh? You giving my pussy away to that fun boy you call your husband?” He sounded as if his face frowned over with anger.
    “Never, Brian. Never.”
    “Hmm. Maybe I’ll have to make you slide through so I can teach that pussy a lesson it’ll never forget.”
    When he said that, I knew it only meant one thing. He was craving to pound my pussy until the cows came home, dry with no lubrication. He was a master at beating it up and leaving me sore for a week, maybe longer. That was his punishment for me when I wasn’t a good bitch for him. Our age difference played a factor in the way he treated me too. He was twenty years older than me at forty-eight years old. Because of that he acted as if I was just another broad who was young, dumb, and full of cum.
    Of course I was two of those things, but dumb was never the case. I only played the role for him because he liked submissive women and the sex was the bomb. And when he held me, ran his fingers from my neck to my navel, and kissed me like it was our first time, I fell into a deep trance. One that I never wanted to awaken from. He was my drug, a fix that I needed on a regular basis. That basis would become more regular once I got Chino to sign those papers. I didn’t even need his money. Fuck him. Brian was more than well off and would surely take care of me while I looked for another job.
    “Ooo, baby please don’t. I promise I’ve been good. I promise.”
    “Don’t beg. If I’m gon’ beat that pussy up then I’m gon’ beat that pussy up and ain’t a damn thing you can say or do about it,” when he spoke, I listened and loved it. “You understand?”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes, what?”
    “Yes, Daddy Long Dick.”
    “That’s better. Matter of fact, meet me at the usual spot in twenty minutes. I think I need to make time to straighten that ass out a bit.”
    Shit. My lips dampened and my thighs destabilized. All I could hope was once I got to our usual motel hideout, he would be gentle and go easy on me. See, fucking him was like a sport. If at first I didn’t succeed in blowing his mind, I would need to try again. I was playing this game to win him over, make him mine, and win his heart. Every time he treated me like the only girl in his world, it’s always taken away the second he thinks he's being disrespected. He was already giving me the good dick, conversation, and money when I wanted it. So he might as well belong to me totally since it already felt like a relationship.
    The only thing that was wrong about him was that I felt like he was trying to hide me from someone as I was doing him. He never took me to his house or around none of his friends. It was the ultimate sign that he might have had a secret life, one everyone else knew about but me. I could not prove it and bringing it to him put me at risk of losing him. He was the only thing that