King: Darker Than Romance

by Shantel Davis

  He didn’t have to tell me twice. I raised myself up from the bed. I didn’t look back. Careful not to trip over my own two feet, I hurried to the bathroom. I took my time in the shower. I must have stayed in there an hour. I was scared to face him and scared that if I didn’t, he would be even more pissed. I left the bathroom naked. It was freezing in the room and I still hadn’t gotten comfortable being completely nude in front of him, but I didn’t dare say anything.

  He was occupying the chair he had snatched me from with a half empty bottle of whiskey sitting next to him on the floor. The vein on his temple pulsed. He was still very angry.

  I had barely made it into the room before he was shoving a pizza box in my hand. “Eat.”

  It was weird, him acting normal like nothing had happened. I was too afraid to broach the subject, so instead I did what he said. I ate.

  I tried not to meet his gaze as I sat ramrod straight on the bed. I choked down greasy pizza and Pepsi, not tasting any of it. My gaze kept involuntarily sliding to him. His expressionless face told me nothing. But his methodical gaze stayed on me, unnerving me.

  He tipped his glass and drank, his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Nervous energy had my knees bouncing. The whole time I was holding the pizza box like a protective shield.

  I had watched him so hard, anticipating his next move that when he spoke, I jumped slightly.

  “Why him, Eden? Why’d you go to him? “His voice was cold and detached.

  “What? “My voice shook

  “I told you that first night I wanted the blond gone. I told him that night he came looking for you that he should stay away. I told him again when I saw him here. You must be giving him something to make him stay around, Eden.”

  His voice rose an octave every word.” You fucking him? Sucking his dick?

  Does he know what you mouth and pussy feel like? Is that why he’s risking his life for you?” He was nearly screaming at this point. His questions were rhetorical; he already knew the answers. He was just working himself into a frenzy.

  He jumped up from his seat.

  “Get up,” he shouted. He didn’t give me the option or time to disobey his order. He moved so quickly I had no time to react. He fisted his hand into my wet hair, he yanked me up by it. The pizza box slid to the floor. When I was standing, trembling before him, he let my hair go just to secure my chin in a firm grip. He lifted my face so I was forced to look at him so I couldn’t escape his intense gaze.

  “Why did you go to him, Eden?” he yelled.

  “I was just feeling really, really angry and resentful. I wanted attention.”

  I was on the verge of breaking down. I blinked away tears and sniffled.

  “Attention? So, you wanted me to follow you, see you with him. That’s why you told them you were going to the park?”

  My heart got caught in my throat.

  I shook my head violently. Lying. I now regretted playing games with him. I was out of my depth. I’d poked the fucking bear, not expecting it to tear my head off.

  He sneered at me, his anger distorting his face. “Now you’re fucking blatantly lying to my face. What were you doing with him, Eden?”

  “We were just talking,” I blurted out. My answer only seemed to further incense him.

  “Talking about what. You didn’t want to talk when I was trying to talk to you. You yelled and swore at me.”

  I wanted to point out the fact that he didn’t want to talk to me, he simply wanted to lecture me and call me names, but I wasn’t stupid.

  “Tell me what you talked about.”

  I told him everything.

  “Move in with him, so he pays for your college?” He let me go abruptly, shoving me so hard I landed on the bed.

  I heard him mumble under his breath what sounded like, “You’re more like your momma than I thought.”

  I wanted to be mad at what he said but those were my exact thoughts earlier.

  He started pacing in front of me, looking like a caged pit bull.

  I trembled. He was genuinely scaring the fuck out of me.

  “You think I would allow you to do that? You think I’d allow another man to have you, to take care of you?”

  He waited, even though he didn’t look at me, I assumed he wanted an answer.

  “It’s just a lot of money I need, and we aren’t even together. School is in Georgia, you’re in Florida. It just sex.” I was rambling trying to find the words to calm him down.

  King pulled something out of his pocket and threw it, hitting me directly in my face. It fell into my lap. Surprised by his action all I did was stare at it, not really seeing it.

  “I have fucking money, Eden. You were never going to Georgia alone.” He slammed his hand against the room wall causing me to jump.

  “Fucking never. Where you go, I go.” He banged his chest. While he ranted, I picked up the object he’d hit me with and realized it was a roll of hundreds. It had to be at least ten thousand dollars.

  “But you already knew I was never letting you go, Eden. You had to know it. You have to know no other man is ever going to fuck you like I do; love you like I do. I won’t ever allow that. You gave yourself to me.” He paused long enough to glare down at me. “It was never about sex. You need me. I need you. You told me you loved me.”

  “I do,”. I blurted out meaning it. But only saying it to calm him down.

  He paused, blew out a breath of air, and pinched the bridge of his nose.

  “You’re going to have to do more than just say it. Show me.”

  He pulled out my phone and handed to me. I really hadn’t expected that.

  “Call him,” he said when I took it. I knew what he wanted me to do. I didn’t want to do it, but yet I didn’t hesitate.

  I found his name and pressed send.

  When Ellis answered he sounded frantic.

  I waited until he’d stopped talking to tell him I was okay and couldn’t talk to him anymore. In the back of my mind I was already planning how I would get back into his good graces. I trusted King as much as I trusted my mother as far as school went. Intuitively, I knew he would try to keep me in Florida and to appease him I might stay. I had already missed prom because he hadn’t wanted me to go.

  ” I’m sorry,” I whispered to Ellis while he was trying to ask me why.

  That set King off again. “I didn’t tell you to fucking apologize to him,” he hissed. He snatched my phone from my hand. It flew across the room, smashing against the wall. He blinked down at me before speaking. “You’re so fucking stubborn. Get on your knees, Eden.” He enunciated each word through clenched teeth. I didn’t fast enough for him. He rolled his head on his neck before he grabbed my wrists, encasing them in one hand. He pulled me from the bed.

  King: Those Five Days.

  Past

  She ran her tongue against the underside of my cock, as I guided it between her thick lips. I dropped my head so I could watch her swallow me.

  I savored every second of entering her greedy, hot, wet mouth. The room was stifling. My anger, jealousy, made it feel as if the temperature was rising by the second. I paused long enough to pull my shirt from my head.

  I swear I saw her smirk around my cock. She was enjoying herself too much.

  I laced my fingers through her hair—disregarding the fact that she’d told many times before not to. At the moment her feelings didn’t matter. I’d told her she was mine. I’d told her to stay away from him. I wanted to punish her for her transgressions.

  Without warning, I filled her mouth with my cock in one hard thrust, going deep; I hit the back of her throat.

  She groaned. Her eyes watered, but she was too good at giving head to gag. She took all I gave her, while keeping her watery eyes on me.

  Seeing her on her bruised knees, watching me with my dick between her lips was picture perfect. My stomach muscles clenched. I slammed my eyes closed. Fuck. I wanted to cum right then, but it was too soon.

  I tightened my grip in he
r hair even more. Tight enough to make it ache. She moaned around my rod. I pulled out slow, thrust back in hard. She let me fuck her face. Not even a minute passed before I felt that feeling again, the tingle that let me know I was about to cum inched up my back. I withdrew. I fisted my dick and stroked it. She knocked my hand away.

  “This is supposed to be my punishment?” She laughed mockingly before flicking her tongue over the sensitive head. “Let me do it, let me make you feel good.” She said, before she gripped my ass, digging her fingers into flesh and pulling me forward. Nose to pelvis. She swallowed and I could feel her throat constricting on the sensitive tip. Pleasure sent tingles racing up my spine

  I wanted to ask her what happened to the scared lil girl from only minutes ago. Her behavior confirmed my suspicions that she liked attention positive or negative, but I couldn’t form the words.

  I concentrated on not cumming while she concentrated on sucking just the head and using her warm hand to stroke the length of me. My eyes rolled back into my head. I moved my hips faster. I watched her as saliva dribbled from the sides of her mouth. Her eyes flickered with lust. That’s all it took. I held her there. She had no choice but to swallow.

  When I let her hair go, she let my dick slide from her mouth. She frowned when my expression turned stern. She yelped when I snatched her up from the floor. I carried her to the bed, then placed her on edge of the of it. I forced her legs open. I spread them until they formed a v, then I brought my right hand down hard, spanking her wet cunt lips. “Bad Kitty.”

  She whimpered and cried out.

  I dropped to my knees in front of her. Ran my tongue along her thighs. Kissed just the top of her pussy. Then extended my tongue and licked from her clit to her ass. The scent and taste of her arousal was heady.

  “Ooh,” she moaned and ran her fingers through my hair, gripping it the same way I had done hers. “Please, touch my clit.” The way she begged caused my anger to lessen, but not dissipate.

  I had been waiting for her to reach the edge. Instead of doing what she asked, I stood; I wrapped her arms around my thighs, locking them down. I slammed into her pussy without regard. She was so tight, stretching to accommodate my girth. Her mouth hung open in a silent gasp. I planned to brand her. Make sure she never forgot that I owned her.

  “Keep your eyes open, Eden.”

  They rolled into the back of her head, but they remained open.

  “I’m going to fuck you until you understand who the fuck I am and what lengths I’ll go to keep you.”

  She gasped.

  Rolling my hips, I fucked her deep, making sure to have no contact with her swollen bud.

  “Please,” she begged. She arched her back and snaked her fingers down her body to her clit.

  I knocked her hand away. She groaned and glared at me.

  “You’re close, Eden? You want to cum, don’t you?” I taunted, pounding into her. “Tell me you’re mine and mean it and then I’ll let you cum.”

  Her eyes drifted shut. I brought my hand down on her pussy hard, to focus her. Her body bucked. She panted, moaned and gasped.

  “Say it, Eden. Say I own you and mean it.”

  Eden was naïve but smart. She understood the implication of giving in to me a second time, so she fought against it. But I fought dirtier. For the rest of the night I would bring her to the brink, but never let her fall over. We came to an understanding that night, or so I thought.

  Eden: Those Five Days.

  Past

  The morning we were supposed to go back I was trying to program the phone King had brought me to replace the one he’d broken when he woke up. He rolled over on top of me. It was weird that he never came gradually awake like normal people, he just wakes up.

  On their own volition my legs spread to accommodate him. I was naked because King liked me that way.

  “Good morning,” he said against my mouth.

  “Good morning,” I breathed back. I waited for him to kiss me but instead, he hovered over me as he started to explore my body. “I just need to touch you. Can I do that, Eden?” I nodded though I knew he wasn’t asking. He was telling me what he was about to do.

  He watched me as he ran his hand over every inch over my frame, applying pressure to the soft parts. He traced the curve of my hips, massaged my fleshy belly. His cock slipped and slid between the slippery folds of my puffy pussy lips. He didn’t try to enter me though, just tease me with the possibility.

  I exhaled when he finally kissed me, tasting my mouth. When he pulled away, I whimpered.

  “I dreamt of you,” he said.

  “Did you?” I asked in a breathless whisper. “What was the dream about?”

  “I’ll tell you later,” he replied. “Right now, I just want to make you feel good.”

  He began to kiss every part of my body that was accessible. He kissed my breast, my stomach, my kneecaps, the back of my knees, the palm of my hand, the crook of my neck. “Ashford.” I chanted his name. “Yes, Baby?” he answered. My response was a soft moan.

  One moment I felt tight and the next I felt loose. By the time he actually touched my pussy I was delirious and ready to beg him.

  He massaged my swollen clit, rubbing it in circles until I felt like I wanted to pull my own hair out. When I was on the brink of cumming, he slid down my body and sucked my orgasm out of me, leaving me boneless.

  After, he sat back on his knees. I watched him through half-closed eyes, he stared at my pussy as he jacked his cock until he shot cum all over his hand and stomach. When his breathing returned to normal, he pushed himself up from the bed.

  His huge dick flopped as he walked toward the bathroom.

  “Get up, Eden. It’s time to return to the real world,” he said before disappearing behind the bathroom door.

  The ride home was done in silence. I think King and I were both contemplating what happened during those five days. We’d grown closer. But what would happen next? When we pulled into our neighborhood, King parked a block away from our parents’ house. He got out, opened the door for me, then helped me from my seat. He grabbed my wrist as I was walking away. He pulled me back to him. He claimed my lips, overpowering them. He kissed me like it was the last time he’d see me. When he pulled away, he leaned his forehead against mine.

  “I’ll see you later?”

  “Yeah.” I answered breathlessly.

  “You know I love you right?”

  There was an undercurrent of something in his voice that gave me pause, but I didn’t debate it for long. I nodded, then pulled away and began the block long walk to the house. King had told me he’d told my mother I was touring the Florida State University campus to cover for me being gone and not contacting her for five days.

  I had learned a lot about King those five days we’d stayed in his hotel

  He was funny and had personality- We could talk about everything. He made me laugh. He was downright goofy at times. We liked the same movies. He even liked to read, but not like me. I liked erotic books, with lots of sex. He read the classics, like Poe and Dickens.

  I found out that he snorted coke. He didn’t come right out and tell me. I caught him in the bathroom late one night. He shrugged it off saying it was something he only did occasionally. I’d always known he got high, he always looked it, but I never thought he used hard drugs. But coke explained his erratic behavior. When I asked him could I try it he told me he would kill me if I did.

  Most surprising of all was that he had only had one girlfriend ever in twenty-four years. He said he fucked a lot, but never kept them around for long. That shook me a bit. I wondered, Why me?

  Least surprising of all I found out was that he was into some very illegal shit. Every day four or five men his age would drop off duffle bags of money to the hotel.

  When he thought I was asleep one time I heard him talk about someone owing money. He said they would pay him, even if it was with their life. He left that night for about an hour. When he came back, I pretended to still b
e asleep. I peeked just before he went into the bathroom and I could see the bloodstains on the white t-shirt he’d worn. The next day his knuckles were torn and bruised.

  When I asked what he’d done, he told me to mind my business. So, I minded my business. I didn’t want to think about the possibility of him actually killing someone anyway.

  It all made sense when I thought about it, though.

  King and James did not get along, so I doubted his father was the one financing his lifestyle. He drove a BMW Roadster most days, but also had a Range Rover, and an expensive Ford truck. He wore four hundred-dollar jeans and expensive tailored suits. Somebody had to be paying for it.

  Those days gave me a better perspective of King. They also helped me make my decision about school and Ellis. I knew I would be going to school in Georgia if Ellis still offered. I wanted a different type of lifestyle than what King was offering. I wasn’t emotionally or mentally equipped to handle him. It would take a woman with more than eighteen years of experience to do that. We wouldn’t work.

  I was emotionally stunted. King was so intense sometimes. He got all moody and dark and would fuck me like he was trying to prove a point then accuse me of wanting to leave him. But even after learning the truth about him I still planned on fucking him until I left.

  Sometimes I was convinced I was addicted to his touch. When it was time to leave the hotel, I was sad and angry. I would have liked to spend the rest of my summer just like that.

  ***

  I was standing at our front door before I even knew it. I didn’t make it into the living room before my mother was on my ass.

  She was sitting on the sofa, like she’d been waiting for me. “How fucking dare, you leave this house for nearly a week and not call?” She hopped up from the sofa. In confusion I watched her rush toward me. I saw her hand coming towards my face but didn’t have time to move before it connected with my cheek. I was flabbergasted and frozen in place.

  What in the fuck was her problem?

  She continued yelling not letting me get a word in edgewise. She didn’t calm down until about two minutes into her rant when King walked in.