A Fistful of Love: A Domestic Violence Anthology

by Thomas, Dominique

  “Damn Jess, this pussy is so fucking tight.”

  He told her as he started to move his finger. Jess cried out and grabbed his arm for support. Deon slipped another finger inside of her and Jess clenched her eyes shut. It hurt but it also felt good. She didn’t know that she could feel two different emotions like that at the same time.

  “Oh Deon….it feels so...so…good. Oh!” she yelled as a spark of pleasure hit her.

  Deon leaned towards Jess and kissed her. He worked his fingers harder wanting her first nut to be his. He wanted to own each and every one of her nuts. He wanted to own her and he felt like he did.

  “Catch it Jess, let go,” he murmured gazing at her.

  Deon could cum just from watching Jess get off. Her eyes glazed over and her glossy lips that were fatter at the top and thinner at the bottom parted. She moaned and his fingers got wetter. Her body began to shake while her vaginal muscles clamped down onto his fingers. Deon slide his thumb against her clitoris and Jess started to move as if she had been electrocuted. He chuckled as he watched her slowly come down from her orgasmic high.

  “Damn girl…damn, damn, damn,” he said and pulled his fingers out of her.

  He sniffed them loving the smell of Jess then went on to suck them dry. She tasted good with no hint of a hygiene problem. Jess tried to control her breathing as she zipped her pants up. Her panties were soaked. She never knew her body could feel so good. Three stacks of hundred dollar bills being dropped into her lap as she thought about what she had just experienced and she looked up.

  “What…what’s this Deon?”

  Deon licked his finger again and turned to Jess. He took in her beauty and shrugged.

  “It’s nothing. It don’t have to be a special day for me to lace you baby. After what you just gave me, I felt I should give you something. Go shopping, shit take Willow with you. I’m only just getting started with you,” he replied.

  Jess smiled and put the money away. Deon’s phone started to ring and he grabbed it. As he took the call Jess studied him. He was so masculine but in a pretty boy type way. His attitude was so rugged yet so smooth. They were slowly learning each other and what she had seen so far with Deon was that he handled her with care but he didn’t treat everyone that way. With his friends he was very direct yet with Danilo he was more like a big brother. She felt honored to just be around him and to be his girl. Hell she felt blessed beyond measure. He was all that she could think about.

  Jess watched him talk and absent-mindedly rub his hand over his mouth. His facial hair looked as if it had recently been cut and his lips were moist and full. Deon smoked weed but he didn’t have dark lips, which was a great thing to Jess. His scent smelled delicious and his body was just amazing. In his black Pistons V-neck with his black distressed jeans and black Timbs, Deon exuded sexiness. Jess licked her lips knowing she wouldn’t be able to hold out on him for much longer and he glanced over at her. He smiled and went back to his call. He talked for a minute before ending it.

  “Yo’ parents still going at it?” Deon asked.

  Jess frowned but nodded. Just thinking about how her mother and father had been arguing more hurt her. Deon on the other hand wanted to use it to their advantage.

  “Bet, text your pops and tell him you chilling with Willow and ask if you can stay the night. He’ll say yes just to piss your moms off.”

  Jess looked at Deon then down at her phone. She didn’t wanna aide in her parent’s relationship problems.

  “I don’t know Deon.”

  Deon sighed and gently grabbed Jess’s hair. He pulled on it until her nose was almost touching his.

  “I wasn’t asking you baby,” he said with a smile but was very serious.

  Jess blushed finding his demanding attitude cute.

  “Okay…I’ll call him,” she quickly conceded.

  Deon grinned and rewarded her with a juicy kiss on her lips. He tugged her hair some more and trailed kisses down the side of her neck. Jess was like putty in his hands as he slowly licked on her neck. He couldn’t wait to give her some head later on that night. He needed to speed things up with them because she was too sexy to be holding out on him.

  “Just wait until I get you alone tonight,” he whispered and his cell started to ring again.

  Deon groaned pulling back and looked at his call. He turned to Jess and touched her cheek.

  “Let’s switch seats and make that call. Then we can go to the mall and grab some shit. I need to grab my mom’s something for her birthday. Her dinner is tonight.”

  “So I’m meeting your mother?” Jess asked looking at him.

  Deon looked at his text messages while nodding. Torie and his sidepiece Sienna were blowing his damn cellphone up. He felt like they were taking turns because they had been calling him so much. Torie would hang up then Sienna would call. For a moment Deon wondered if they were trying to get him caught up in some shit then he chuckled. He didn’t care if they were but the thought still pissed him off.

  “Yeah her birthday dinner is tonight. My whole family will be at my parent’s house. Let’s switch seats though ma, I gotta make a run real quick,” he said and got out of the car.

  Jess got out of the car and when she passed Deon he slapped her on the ass and grabbed her arm with a firm grip. Jess was almost perfect but there were some things he still had to teach her. The main one was listening to him.

  “Didn’t I tell you to call your pops? You so busy being nosey that you couldn’t even do what I said. Don’t let that shit happen again,” he said and let her go.

  Jess frowned not sure how to respond to that and got into the car. As she put her seatbelt on Deon pulled off. Jess made sure to call her father while Deon made his runs. Like Deon had said, her father agreed and said he would tell her mother. Jess then shot a text to Willow while Deon collected money from his cousin.

  Willow: So what’s been up? The minute you get with Deon you kick me to the curb I’m so jealous. .

  Jess: Whatever, you know I still love you. I told my father that I was staying the night with you.

  Willow: What??????? Deon got you lying now? Okay, I’ll cover if they call and I’ll unhook the phone in my mother’s room. Please be safe though Jess, you know Deon doesn’t have a legit job. Call me later.

  “Who you texting?” Deon asked getting back into the car with a small bag.

  Jess put her phone away while Deon looked at her. He tossed the bag into the backseat and pulled off.

  “Who was that?” he asked again.

  “Willow,” Jess replied not realizing he had an attitude.

  Deon nodded with pursed lips. Jess was pissing him off by taking her time to answer him.

  “Just making sure it wasn’t that basketball nigga that you be sitting with at lunch,” Deon replied then turned on the car radio.

  Jess turned to him shocked that he knew Mauri and his friends now sat with her and Willow. How Deon knew that was a complete mystery to her. Maybe he had family that went there and she just didn’t know them.

  “He’s just my friend Deon,” Jess said turning down the radio.

  “Yeah, that wants to fuck you.”

  “Deon he’s not like that,” Jess said looking at him.

  Deon’s hand twitched. His first thought was to slap fire out of Jess for defending some other nigga in front of him.

  “Jess he does,” he said quietly staring at the road.

  “He doesn’t,” Jess shot back.

  “Yes the fuck he do!” Deon yelled while running a red light causing him to almost hit another car.

  The car behind Deon honked their horn three times and drove around him. The person pulled up alongside of him and called him a few ‘bitches’ before jumping in front of him.

  “Oh that bitch wanna curse me out,” Deon said speeding up.

  Deon sped up and trailed the young woman until Jess touched his leg. She was scared to speak because she could tell he was mad. She also didn’t want him to do anything crazy.


  “Deon slow down,” she said in a shaky voice.

  Deon ignored Jess and continued to follow the car until the car led him to a nearby police station. He pulled right into the lot and parked next to the young woman’s Mercedes. She was too afraid to even look his way. She had a cellphone pressed to her ear while she looked straight ahead. Deon parked his car and got out. Jess watched worriedly as he walked up on the car.

  Tap! Tap!

  The Hispanic woman in the white Mercedes looked at Deon and shook her head. He smiled at her and raised his hands to show that he didn’t have a weapon; she slowly lowered her cellphone to her lap. She decided to roll her window down just a few notches.

  “I called 911,” she told him.

  Deon chuckled while looking around the inside of her car.

  “That’s cool ma. I’m not trying to hurt you. I just want you to know what happens when you do stupid shit.”

  The Hispanic woman looked at him and frowned.

  “You almost hit me,” she said defending her actions.

  “That was a mistake sweetie but that shit you pulled was uncalled for. You called me a bitch. Isn’t that what you said?” he asked and glanced around the parking lot.

  “You almost hit me,” she repeated regretting rolling her window down.

  Deon nodded and licked his lips. The woman was cute but she made very bad decisions.

  “But I didn’t. Like I said you called me a bitch. That shit was rude as hell ma. What I’ma need for you to do is apologize before I pull your sexy ass up out of this old ass Mercedes and beat the fuck out of you,” he said no longer smiling at her.

  The Hispanic woman could feel a little bit of urine trickle out of her. Deon was handsome, sexy and thugged out looking all in one. He’d chased her to a police station and was now threatening her in the parking lot. She was afraid of what he would do next if she didn’t apologize.

  “I’m sorry sir,” she said quickly.

  “Deon,” he said looking down at her.

  “Huh?”

  He smiled.

  “It’s I’m sorry Deon,” he corrected her.

  She nodded.

  “I’m sorry Deon,” she said now afraid to look him in the eyes.

  Deon smiled happy with her apology and tapped her window twice before walking off. Deon climbed into his car and slowly pulled away with Jess’s eyes on him. Jess licked her lips and cleared her throat.

  “So what did you say to her?” she asked him.

  “Nothing. We talked about why she felt the need to curse me out. She was pretty nice Jess,” he replied.

  Jess nodded not sure what to think of what had just happened and Deon turned to her.

  “Arguing with you about that nigga almost made me hit her car. I’m not trying to be going at it with you though Jess, I just want you to know how men think. If he’s all up on you then he wants to fuck you but we’re gonna just drop that shit and enjoy the rest of our day. Where you wanna eat at?” he asked.

  Jess shrugged.

  “It doesn’t matter,” Jess replied feeling bad for letting Mauri sit with her even though she had done nothing wrong.

  “Well I’ll pick us a place,” Deon said feeling better now that he had checked Jess.

  Deon had some of his young boys that were still in high school watching Jess’s moves. He knew that even though she wasn’t popular she was still fine as hell. Jess may have felt like she wasn’t a hot commodity but Deon knew how high school boys thought. They wouldn’t give a damn about her social status. He was upset to learn that Mauri followed Jess around as much as he did and he planned on having his young boys teach Mauri a lesson for messing with something that belonged to him.

  Hours later, Jess found herself standing with Deon inside of his parent’s immaculate home. She felt so nervous that her palms were sweaty. Deon had dressed her in a simple black Calvin Klein dress that had a scoop neck and stopped at her knees. On Jess’s feet were black platform pumps and she wore a pearl necklace. Her hair was pulled back into a bun making her appear to be older than what she was and she matched Deon perfectly. He wore black slacks with a black button up, Louis Vuitton belt and black Louis Vuitton loafers. Deon loved how innocent yet sexy Jess looked. She even had on mascara and soft pink lipstick.

  “Calm down Jess my family cool as hell,” Deon assured her as he looked down at her.

  Jess nodded and they approached who Jess believed was his parents. They were both good looking, well put together people that carried themselves with class. Deon’s father was his height if not an inch taller with brown skin and salt and peppered short wavy hair. Jess looked at his mother and saw that Deon looked exactly like the male version of her. They shared the same eyes and facial features. His mother had a nice figure and her hair was almost to her waist in loose curls.

  “What’s up?” Deon greeted his parents holding Jess’s hand.

  Bonnie and Dean looked at their son then at Jess. Dean smiled while Bonnie gave Jess a once over. She was pleased with her son’s choice in woman but she could tell that Jess wasn’t his age. Jess looked to be around nineteen instead of twenty-four.

  “Hey baby, give me a hug,” Bonnie said opening her arms to her only child.

  Deon hugged his mother then pulled back to look down at Jess.

  “This is my friend Jessenia.”

  “Hi, nice to meet you and you’re so beautiful,” Bonnie said pulling Jess into a hug.

  Jess then went on to hug Dean who was quiet but gave her a friendly smile. Jess and Deon followed his parents into their dining room and they began to make plates of the catered food. Deon eventually walked off with his father leaving Jess alone with his mother. Jess had no idea what to say to her because she didn’t wanna reveal her true age.

  “So how did you meet my son?”

  Jess put some risotto along with chicken topped with a Marsala sauce onto her plate.

  “I actually was out jogging by his store and I tripped on a crack in the pavement.”

  Bonnie smiled before laughing, which Jess joined in on.

  “So yeah it was embarrassing,” Jess continued. “But that’s how we met.”

  Bonnie nodded and led Jess over to a small table that was preoccupied with her younger sisters. They were twenty-eight and thirty-four. Bianca and Billy weren’t as friendly to Jess as Bonnie was however. The tight smiles and pursed lips on their beautiful faces had Jess feeling a little uncomfortable. Bianca and Billy had hung out with Torie plenty of times and didn’t appreciate Deon bringing some sidepiece into their sister’s home.

  “So you the fresh meat?” Billy asked.

  Bonnie looked at her sister and shook her head. They were all raised with money but some things couldn’t be bought and class was one of them.

  “Billy please, no ghetto behavior in my home,” Bonnie told her.

  Billy rolled her eyes and bit into a fresh roll. Bianca on the other hand appraised everything that Jess had on.

  “So are those Mikimoto?” she asked eyeing Jess’s pearls.

  Jess frowned, completely clueless as to what Bianca was asking her.

  “Is what, who?” she asked.

  Bianca looked at Billy and they both started to laugh. Bonnie sighed and gently slid her finger over Jess’s pearls. They were beautiful but they weren’t Mikimoto, probably a local jewelry stores design.

  “She’s referring to your pearls that are beautiful. You look so nice. Deon did really good for himself. How old are you sweetie?” she asked.

  Jess chewed a little bit slower on her chicken and when she felt Deon walk up beside her she sighed with relief. His mother and aunt’s looked up at him while he held two drinks in his hand. He handed Jess a glass of champagne and she smiled before thanking him.

  “So are you and Torie no longer together?” Bianca asked.

  Deon looked at his beautiful, gold digging, ghetto aunt that couldn’t keep a man to save her life and he smiled.

  “This is Jess, Bianca. Does she look like Torie?�
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  Bianca frowned and sat up straight in her seat.

  “No she doesn’t, that’s why I asked if you two were still together. I just saw her last week and she seemed to believe y’all were.”

  Deon wanted to knock Bianca out of her seat for coming at him so rude but he didn’t wanna disrespect his parent’s house. He promised himself that he would check her another time.

  “I just saw Bo the other day and he looking good Bianca. Him and Kimaya just got that big ass house out in Eastpointe and she about to have they baby any day now.”

  Bianca’s brown skin began to grow hot as she looked at her nephew. Bo was her ex-boyfriend that had decided to leave her for another woman. Bianca had been with Bo for three years and prayed to one day have his kids and carry his last name but somehow she fell short.

  “And you’re telling me that because?” she asked through gritted teeth.

  Deon pulled up a chair and sat down next to Jess. He stretched out in the seat and took a few sips of his champagne. He had Bianca right where he wanted her. She was fuming mad and ready to smack the smug grin he wore off of his face. She always felt like he was a spoiled ass grown man and hated how entitled he acted. Deon on the other hand disliked her just as much as she disliked him. She talked way too much for him. One of the things Deon hated was a mouthy woman.

  “I’m just saying,” Deon said with a shrug. His eyes looked down at his lap before looking back up at Bianca. “If maybe you put those big lips of yours to better use instead of gossiping all damn day maybe Bo would still be with you. Kimaya cool as hell. Don’t ever trip when we be out. She knows how to cook and everything. You need to be taking lessons from her and maybe you can keep the next nigga you meet.”

  “You motherfucka!” Bianca yelled jumping up.

  Bonnie stood up while Deon chuckled. He’d gotten the best of her and he loved it. Bonnie was furious as she looked down at her son and over at her angry sister. This was supposed to be her party not some ghetto family function. She was embarrassed they were even carrying on that way and especially in front of Jess and her attendees.