by B. Love
Straddling Patrick’s face, Leigh grabbed the top of the headboard. Their eyes locked as he pushed her panties to the side. The moment his mouth latched onto her clit, Leigh moaned quietly and bit down on her bottom lip. His head was cool, nothing to rave about. He didn’t do anything special or super nasty like she liked, but he had a thick tongue that applied the right pressure.
Scooting down, Leigh grabbed the condom next to Patrick and sheathed him with it. She took him into her hand and slid down his shaft, arching her back and shivering at how good his curve felt. Her eyes closed briefly as her mouth opened and head tilted, but they opened when Patrick squeezed and slapped her ass.
“Damn you got some good dick,” she complimented, clenching the walls of her pussy as she bounced up and down at a medium pace. Her hands alternated between thumbing his nipples and pressing into his chest. Moans poured from his mouth as her nectar began to coat his dick. Her thighs squeezed him tighter as her lips trembled. “This curve is hitting my spot every fucking time,” she moaned.
“Show me how good it feels,” Patrick ordered, grabbing her left breast and the right side of her waist. “Does it feel good enough to cum?”
Her head nodded as she tucked her bottom lip between her teeth. “Hell yeah.”
“Then cum.” His right hand smacked her ass. “Right now.”
Giving in to his command, Leigh lowered her middle finger to her clit. After circling it around a few times, her pussy began to pulse around him. She rode out the wave of her orgasm before speeding up her pace. His eyes slowly closed, giving Leigh the chance to grab the blade she had taped on the back of her heel. When it was secure in her hand, she repositioned herself so that her heels were planted flat on the bed — allowing him to enter her deeply.
“Shit,” Patrick groaned, sliding his hands under the pillow.
Leigh was unable to deny herself the pleasure that consumed her from her building orgasm. She placed the knife between his legs as her breathing grew ragged. Closing her eyes as they rolled into the back of her head, she stifled her moans by biting down on her lip so hard, she knew it would swell a little. Patrick released a grunt that signaled his release was soon to cum, pulling Leigh out of her pleasurable state.
She opened her eyes and grabbed the blade, looking down at him as he began to jerk underneath her. In the middle of his orgasm, Leigh slid the blade from the right side of his neck to the left — splitting it open. His eyes popped open and Patrick gripped his neck as blood gushed. Mouth hung, Patrick tried to speak, but his blood choked him.
Leigh sighed as she watched the life fade out of him. When his fighting ceased, she stood and began to remove any traces of her from his body and his room. Afterwards, she left and checked out of her room. In her car, she called Angel’s brother and let him know it was done before removing the pads on the tips of her fingers that kept her prints from sticking to anything.
As she drove home, her mind was blank. Emotions were numb. Music played in the background, but none of the songs and lyrics registered. Dropping her bag at the front door, she headed to her guest bathroom, where she removed her wig and colored contacts. Leigh poured herself a glass of Pineapple Moscato before sitting at her vanity to remove her fake freckles and makeup.
Her phone began to vibrate, and the sight of Ransom’s picture on her phone made her smile. Made her feel. Made her return to life after stripping someone of theirs. But just as happy as she was… she quickly felt just as sad over what she’d just done. Her heart plummeted, knowing Ransom would go bat shit crazy if he found out.
Leigh inhaled a deep breath as she picked the phone up and answered with, “Hello?”
“You at home?”
She nodded slowly. “Yes, everything okay?”
“Yea. I got some I want you to see. Pulling up in fifteen.”
Ransom disconnected the call, and Leigh cursed under breath as she dropped her phone and scurried to her bathroom. She cut the shower on as she wondered what Ransom could possibly have to show her. Nothing came to mind as she stepped in and began to wash herself. It didn’t matter how many times she lathered, scrubbed, and rinsed… Leigh still felt dirty.
Not as if she had Patrick’s blood on her… but on the inside. His dick print still made her pussy throb. All she could think about was having another man inside of her after Ransom had made it clear that he wanted them to be exclusive. There was no point in regretting the shit now. It was good, but no amount of dick would ever be worth losing Ransom.
At this point, all Leigh could do was pray that her impulsive ways didn’t push him away.
Leigh’s eyes rolled as she headed for the door to let Ransom in. Angel had been blowing her burner phone up, and Leigh had a strict policy that didn’t allow her to talk to a client after the job was done. Once she gave proof and received payment, that was it.
“Yea?” she answered, looking out of her peephole.
“I’m sorry to keep calling you. I’m just really nervous. I don’t want this to be tied to me in any way. Are you sure there’s no way the police will know I was involved?”
“I’m positive. But the more you call this number, the more suspect you will look if they ever decided to look into your phone records. Spouses are usually cleared as a suspect fairly quickly. Just don’t do anything to make yourself look suspect.”
Leigh opened the door, unable to give Ransom as big of a smile as she would have liked to.
“Oh, God. I didn’t think about that. Okay. I won’t call anymore.”
Angel quickly disconnected the call, and as much as she didn’t want to, Leigh chuckled.
“Hey,” she spoke softly, wrapping her arms around Ransom’s neck.
He pulled her close, releasing a satisfied sigh as his grip around her tightened. “You good?”
“Yea. I’m tryna see what’s up with you.”
Ransom chuckled softly as he released her. “Nothing bad, I promise.” He closed the door behind him, then followed her into her living room. Instead of sitting next to Ransom on her light lavender couch, she sat in her dark purple chair. As he looked her over, Leigh avoided his eyes. Guilt was still plaguing her over Patrick, and Leigh didn’t know if she would be able to keep Ransom from seeing it much longer.
Leigh may have been a lot of things, but a liar was not one. She wouldn’t offer up the fact that she had sex with another man, but if he asked, she would come clean.
“So what did you have to show me?” she asked softly, playing with the hem of her silk gown.
“I can’t show you if you’re all the way over there.” Leigh’s smile was soft as she slowly made her way over to him. As soon as she sat next to him, Ransom placed a kiss on the side of her neck. “What’s wrong wit’ you?” He kissed her neck again, weakening her with each caress of his lips. “Hmm?”
Her head shook softly as she smiled. “Nothing. Just not in the best mood. But I’m sure whatever you have to show me will change that.”
Ransom pulled his phone out of his pocket. After pulling up whatever he needed to pull up, he handed Leigh his phone. As she flipped through the pictures of the villa, her emotions switched from confused to excited to ashamed. For quite some time, Leigh had been raving about going back to Bora Bora. The first time she went, it was for work, and she had to leave immediately. Ever since, she’d been wanting to go back.
“I booked a villa for Valentine’s day weekend. You don’t have anything planned, do you?”
Her forehead went to the side of his face, causing Ransom to chuckle. “Why are you so thoughtful?”
“That’s what you do when you love someone.” His arm wrapped around her, and he pulled her onto his lap. “You give them the desires of their heart.”
Leigh’s breath came out heavy as she cupped his cheeks. “Thank you, babe. I would not have taken the time to plan this trip for myself any time soon.”
“I know. Now you don’t have to.”
Wrapping her arms around his neck, Leigh sucked his bottom lip into he
r mouth. “You treat me so well,” she confessed before sliding her tongue into his mouth and connecting it with his.
As she felt Ransom’s dick grow underneath her, Leigh battled with if she should pull away. She hardly ever denied him of sex. Even when she was on her period. During that time, she’d still suck him off or they would do anal. If she had sex with someone else, Leigh made it a point to not see Ransom for a few days to make sure she purged her pussy and released the remnants of her previous lover out of her system.
Pulling away, Leigh sighed as she sat next to him.
“How long are we going to be there?” she asked, hoping he wouldn’t question her about why she’d stopped.
“A week. You sure you’re okay?”
The concern in his voice and eyes only made her feel worse. “Yea. I just… had a job today. Think I need to lie down.”
Ransom licked his lips and sighed. He ran his hand down his face before he stood. Extending his hand for hers, Ransom led her to her bedroom. Its décor was simple, having a black and gold theme. Her black rug and comforter set had Gucci written in gold. Her chairs, nightstands, and dressers were white. All of her wall décor was black and gold as well.
At the foot of her bed, Ransom slowly pushed the straps of her gown down. As it hit her carpeted floor, Ransom placed a kiss to her shoulder. “You want me to put you to bed?”
Yes. God, yes. But no. She couldn’t.
Lowering her head as her eyes watered, Leigh whispered, “No. But you can get in bed with me if you want.”
Ransom chuckled and took a step back. Scratching the inside of his nostril, he stared at her as she avoided his eyes. His large, tattoo-covered hand wrapped around her neck, pulling her forcefully against his solid build. A quiet moan slipped from her lips.
“Stop, Ransom.” Her hands gripped his hand, but she was unable to push it down from her neck. “You know that’s that shit that be getting me wet.”
“Why is that a problem, Leigh? Any other time you’d be all on a nigga dick. And I know you ain’t on your period.” Their eyes locked, and she saw the exact moment within his that he figured out what was going on. “You fucked somebody else?” His grip around her neck tightened. “You give another nigga my pussy?”
Blinking rapidly, Leigh fought her tears. This was the moment she feared. Not knowing how to play it, she whispered a quiet, “Yes,” and waited for his reaction.
His head tilted and he ran his tongue over his teeth before sucking them. Ransom released her and turned his back to her. Her first thought was to shift the focus from her having sex with another man to the fact that they weren’t in a real relationship, but she didn’t want to anger him more by downplaying what they had. Her second thought was to simply apologize and not discuss it further, but she didn’t want him to think his feelings didn’t matter to her. So she waited for him to say or do something.
To lash out on her.
To yell.
Scream.
Something.
But what he did was much worse than any anger she felt she could have handled.
Ransom’s head shook as his shoulders caved. “Why?” he asked softly, voice laced with distressed pain.
Sniffling, her head hung as she cupped her hands in the center of her. “It was for a job. I didn’t plan to…”
“Do not give me that bullshit,” he roared, turning to face her quickly. “You ain’t no fuckin’ prostitute, Leigh. You ain’t getting paid to fuck no nigga.”
“It was the only way I could get him in the room!” Her defenses had her raising her voice just as loud as his.
“You gon’ stand there and play in my face, Leigh? If you had to get a mark in a room, get a mark in a room. Not in yo’ pussy. You chose to fuck that nigga before you off’d him. And you foul as fuck on several levels for that.”
Ransom pushed his way past her, and she followed behind. “Why are you acting so upset? We’re not in a committed relationship. If I want to have sex with another man, what does that have to do with you?”
He paused, and Leigh regretted the words as soon as she said them. Still, she couldn’t stop the words that were pouring from her mouth. “You knew what was up when you met me, Ransom. What we do is what we do, but I’m free to do other shit, too. That doesn’t mean I don’t like or care about you. Please don’t tell me you’re about to trip over this.”
Not even bothering to turn and face her, he mumbled, “You’re right; you have absolutely every right to do whatever with whoever, but you ain’t doing shit else with me.”
Continuing down the hall, Ransom ignored Leigh as she asked him what that meant. He didn’t answer her until they made it to the front door and she jumped in front of it to keep him from leaving.
“What do you mean I ain’t doing shit else with you?”
“I mean, that’s it. I’m done with your ass, Leigh. For real this time.”
Effortlessly, Ransom grabbed her arm and used it to pull her from in front of the door. Her heart literally skipped a beat as she followed him outside, showing no concern to how the cold concrete felt underneath her naked feet.
“You can’t be done with me. I refuse to accept that.”
“Get your naked ass in the house, Leigh.”
“No! I don’t give a fuck about that!”
Ransom growled as he picked her up and tossed her over his shoulder. He carried her back into her home and into the living room. Tossing her onto the couch, he stared down at her. Breathing hard, Ransom clenched his jaw. He stared at her for a few seconds before shaking his head in disappointment and sitting next to her.
“Why did you have sex with another man today, Leigh?”
Figuring this was her only chance to make this right, Leigh inhaled a deep breath as she thought over his question. She swallowed hard and nibbled on her top lip. The truth of the matter was, there was no real reason beyond she was horny and turned on by the sight of Patrick’s dick. But she couldn’t very well say that. That would only make her look even more heartless.
In her mind, in that moment, she was a wild, free woman entitled to fun. But now, she realized her connection with Ransom made her responsible for his heart… and she was not handling it with care.
Yes, she could have tied him up while he was in his clothes or boxers, but she chose not to. She wanted to see what he was working with, knowing what it could potentially lead to. She chose not to practice self-control. She didn’t give a fuck about how her actions would affect her unrelationship with Ransom in the long run. Or the fact that he’d just stressed days earlier that he wanted to get serious and commit.
In fact, he’d put a deadline on things between them.
And here she was… fucking shit up for the sake of a quick nut.
He crossed her mind… but not enough for her to exercise the discipline she needed to walk away.
“It was a mistake,” she settled on, getting an immediate shake of his head.
“That’s a lie. You plotted and chose to do that shit. Why? Better yet, why do I not matter enough to you for you to not do something that you know would hurt me… when I love you with every-fuckin’-thing in me?”
Her head shook rapidly as her tears finally began to fall. Leigh tried to take his hands into hers, but Ransom pulled them out of her grasp. “You matter so much to me, Ransom. Sex doesn’t. Not with other men at least. I didn’t do it because I liked him or anything like that.” She shrugged, not wanting to tell the complete truth and hurt him even more. “I’m sorry, but I really, really didn’t do it to hurt you. I…” Her mouth snapped shut, unable to confess those three words.
“It doesn’t matter if he meant nothing to you, I’ve made it clear to you that if you fucked off on me that would mean everything to me. And you couldn’t have enough respect for me to control yourself. I give your ass dick on the regular, so there’s absolutely no reason for you to fuck another nigga beyond the fact that you just don’t give a fuck.”
“I do give a fuck. About you. And us. But
you know how I am. You know that I got issues…”
He grimaced as he lifted his hand to silence her. “I don’t want to hear that shit, Leigh. We all got issues. But it’s some shit you just don’t do. I would never do anything to intentionally hurt you, but you cannot say the same.”
“I didn’t do it to intentionally hurt you.”
“Yes the fuck you did! We’ve gone over this. I don’t give a fuck if we have a title or not, you were mine and I was yours. I told your ass what would happen if you fucked another nigga. But you think this shit is a game, don’t you? Well, you lost. Me. And I’m good on this toxic-ass shit, Leigh. For real.”
Ransom stood, and she grabbed his hand. “Ransom, please. Don’t leave until we get this resolved.”
“There’s nothing to get resolved,” he gritted, pulling his hand from hers. “I’m done with you.”
“Are you serious right now?”
“Dead. Goodbye, Leigh.”
She chuckled, unable to allow his words to settle within her. “So that’s it? We’re done?” He didn’t reply. Leigh turned and watched his back further descend down the hall. “Ransom!” When he was no longer in sight, the finality of what he’d said settled within her. The coldness in his eyes settled within her. His detached handling of her settled within her.
This wasn’t the first time he’d said they were over… but this time… it felt different.
Leigh had never been one to chase after a man. Quite frankly, she never had to. However, it was taking everything inside of her to not run after Ransom. This had to be a game. A twisted way that he was teaching her a lesson. Maybe he wanted to show her how it would feel to live without him momentarily.
Whatever the case… Leigh didn’t like the way this felt.
At all.
Slowly, she made her way down the hall. The sound of his car starting had Leigh clutching her chest.
He was really gone.
Leaning against the wall, Leigh inhaled a deep breath. While she couldn’t say she was ready to confess her love for him or get into a relationship, there was no doubt in her mind or heart that she wanted to have him in her life. Slowly, she walked towards her room. How had they gone from preparing to spend a week together in Bora Bora to not speaking to each other anymore?
