BOMAW 4-6

by Mercedes Keyes

  "No? You tellin' me no?!"

  Vivian whimpered as she felt herself clenching, gripping, throbbing and rubbing against his two large fingers, now soaked with the juices from her body.

  "Don't feel like no t'me. This what you want?! Hm? Dressed like this, it must be!! Ah yeah, no my ass!" He then pushed his fingers up into her, she was tight, gripping on to him. "Fuckin' hell, you're tight ... god'ah'mighty ... you're so fuckin' tight ... ah yeah. I want you dammit! I fuckin' want you!" He bit out as she grinded against his fingers, unable to stop herself. Jake covered her mouth and kissed her hard, inserting his tongue all the way just about to the back of her throat for her to suck on it as his fingers rubbed in and out of her, pressing against her, touching that certain spot that was driving her insane. They were breathing hard, Vivian mewling as her lower body coiled tight, bracing and squeezing at his fingers as she exploded to a sudden climax. Vivian shook and squirmed against his hand, unable to still the orgasm that bombarded her, the sensation would not release her from its grip.

  Jake felt crazy, his head was filled with her. He wanted to devour her alive, he was kissing her hungrily. "A zebra huh? Wanna be hunted?! You got it baby... you got it!" He was breathing hard in her mouth, "... An' I'm your fucking lion..." He spoke sucking at her lips, his teeth biting her bottom lip, drawing it into his mouth, "... you know what lions do, when they catch the zebra?!" He turned her wrists loose, grabbing the bottom of her dress and pulling it up to her waist, he answered the question himself, "They eat them!" and dropped to his knees before her. Spreading her thighs wide, he ripped the center crotch piece of her panties, gripped both of her thighs and lifted her to his mouth and using his tongue he drove the tip into her, with the length of it following as deep as he could go with it.

  Vivian cried out as he laved and licked her, moving his tongue over her as if he were starving for what flowed from her, she shook on the verge of screaming. With her back against the door, her thighs spread, her knees bent, she held onto Jake's head as he ate from her, his mouth sucking at her, rubbing up against her as if he were truly an animal that she had no control over, electrifying her when she was already ultra sensitive from her first climax. Vivian whimpered and sobbed, her legs jerking, her stomach tied into a tight knot as she tried to jerk her sensitive, swollen clit away from his mouth until she was shaking her head, sobbing while her body was moved from the strength of him pushing his face up against her, his tongue about to drive her over the edge for the second time, and then it did. Vivian went into convulsions, her eyes rolled back into her head as she bit with all her might into her tongue not to scream, at one point, it escaped because she just couldn't help herself."AIH! - O-O-O-OH!"

  By the time Jake came back up her body, she was shaking her head, crying and pushing him away from her. "Please Jake... don't... no more please - please." She begged trembling.

  He was breathing hard, he took his fingers, still wet with her, and put them into his mouth, slowly sucking off what there was of her, as if licking up the last juices of a feast on fried chicken.

  Vivian stared at him panting, weak, afraid her knees would buckle as he stared at her and cleaned away every drop of what came from her body. She couldn't catch her breath, her heart was palpitating.

  The look of her there, quaking from him, calmed him a bit. He looked aside, and noticed a large stack of paper towels. Grabbing one, he tore it open and tore off a dry towlett, using it to wipe his face and around his mouth as he stared at her. With tears coursing down her cheeks, Vivian couldn't speak, she just wanted to get away from him.

  "Don't ever let me catch you out, dressed like that again. Understand?" He ground out. No matter how much he wanted to finish what he started, he would not - especially not there. Not when she had obviously had enough, when she'd tried to tell him no. There was a part of him slightly ashamed for forcing on her what he had. He'd never done anything like that before, forcing a woman to let him have her. But he'd been unable to stop himself, he wanted to taste her, and so he had. He was now angry again, at himself for being weak and out of control when it came to her. He was mad at her for driving him to this. Forcing him to lay a claim on her. Doing to her what no other had better ever try, not now - not when he was in her life.

  "I ask you a question. Understand?" He repeated.

  Vivian wanted to sob. He'd taken control from her. He'd made her out to be cheap, easy. Certainly it must look that way to him for her to respond as she had to his touch. She bit into her lip, because she wanted to say to him, she was not easy. That her response to him wouldn't have been the same if he had been another man. It was him. His touch. Him! More tears gathered and rolled, she stood from the door, pulling her dress down, angrily wiping at her tears and turned her back to him, intending to open the door. He moved up behind her and pressed his hand above her head, putting his other over her hand on the knob.

  "Answer... me... no more displays like this ... right?" He insisted. "You're going to dress, like the perfect little prim and proper lady you are... right?!"

  "You got no claims on me Jake. None whatsoever... now let me go." She panted.

  "Wrong answer... what you're going to learn is this, I'm the one in control here... understand? Not you! And when I'm good and goddamn ready to make you mine, you will be mine! Until then, no more baiting. No more wearing get ups like this ... got it?!"

  Getting angrier by the moment, Vivian tried to snatch the door open, but he wasn't allowing it.

  "It may take me some doing, but you will learn who the man is here. Don't forget what I said." He muttered, leaning away from the door, finally letting her open it and go out.

  Vivian rushed from the broom closet so fast, she didn't realize she'd dropped her purse within it, had indeed forgotten it completely.

  "Hey!" Jake called to her, picking it up.

  Vivian wouldn't look back, she shouted back at him instead, "Kiss my ass Jake!"

  "Next time... I promise ... next time."

  Vivian disappeared into the ladies room, rushing to one of the stalls. She slammed it close behind her sliding the latch and locking herself within and sat on the toilet. Her hands were shaking, she was shaking. She stood and pulled her dress up, looking down at her panties, which had ridden up and were askew around her waist, the middle crotch piece dangling uselessly. She grabbed them and angrily ripped them the rest of the way off. Using the toilet paper, she cleaned herself up. Crying and shaking because now, that it was over, she was mad as hell!

  "You fuckin' asshole!" She gasped and sat down crying on the toilet. She hated that he felt he could just take over her entire being without playing by the rules she sat forth. She hated herself, because she was putty in his hands practically. She cried because, up until a few moments ago, she had been the one in full control, as unsure as she was - the advantage had been hers. Not any more! She cried too because now, she wanted him even more than she had before. "When he's ready to make me his!" She snarled his words to her. "WHO THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU ARE JACOB PATRICK MCPHERSON!!! MOTHERFUCKER!!! And I'll cuss if I want to you bastard! That'll be the last time he'll get that far with me." She squeaked the last part out, crying and sniffing too desperate to get herself to calm down.

  Jake exited the men's room after washing his face and hands. He'd had to relieve himself after his time with Vivian, having her as he did left him with a swollen erection that refused to go down until he brought himself to climax there. Feeling much better now, in more control, he stood taller, because in the back of his mind, he knew that whatever she might have been looking for tonight, nothing would match that. He made sure to leave her so the last thing she wanted, was another man touching her. Although, there was a part of him that wondered, was she turned on by him? Or would she have been the same with another man? After all, why else would she have dressed that way if she wasn't looking for someone else? The thought reversed his, 'feeling much better'. That was the problem with him now, because of her, his thinking was erratic and crazy. His min
d forever in turmoil, insecurities and struggle, jumping from one thought to another, from fear to logic, from reasoning to madness. He held Vivian's purse in his hand, wondering had he goofed up for Shawn? By the time he made it back to the main hall of the club, the contest was over, Sylvia had won. He spotted his brother Derrick at the end of the bar, Derrick waved to get his attention. Jake drifted into the shadows and walked over to him.

  "Where's Mrs. Martin?" Jake asked.

  "Talking to her daughter." Derrick answered and at the look on Jake's face, he explained. "That's why I'm standing here out of sight, so she could. She's going to say that she changed her mind and came on her own."

  Jake nodded.

  "Where the hell you been?" Derrick asked staring at his brother, noticing that the front of his hair was wet, when it had been dry just earlier.

  "Seeing to something that could no longer wait." Jake answered, facing the bar, getting the attention of a cocktail waitress. "Tall glass of water please." He asked her as soon as he had her attention. She prepared it with a twist of lime and passed it to him smiling and winking. Jake winked back, taking it in hand and drank it down straight. Derrick was staring at him, when a zebra skinned dress caught his eye. He looked up and saw a ruffled Vivian walking quickly from the back, his eyes grew big, he turned to look at Jake, and then down at the bar where laying by his brother's hand was a small zebra skin purse.

  "Tell me you didn't do what I think you did?" Derrick asked him.

  "No, I didn't do - what you're capable of thinking I did."

  "Well - what did you do?"

  "Brother o'mine, you have a real low opinion of me. I merely kissed her tenderly on the lips."

  Derrick, never trusting Jake's word, looked at him incredulously, "Is that all?" As if he couldn't believe it.

  "Yep... just kissed her lips and worked my way up her belly."

  "Jake ... you're a goddamn dog."

  "Yeah maybe to you, but to that zebra dress, I'm a lion."

  Previously...

  Concluding her performance, Sylvia received her standing ovation as her curtain call. It was enough. She needed nothing more, as she scanned the faces before her, looking for Meribel, who waved at her, catching her eye, making her smile while she kept the camera trained on her. She was happy to see Sheila and Dennis present, but it was Sheila who really caught her eye, she had wide eyes and was pointing to her left, which was to Sylvia's right. She looked to where she was pointing and thought her knees would buckle. Her mother was standing there, her cheeks moist.

  "Oh my God... oh my god!" Sylvia moaned as she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Tears rushed to her eyes as she stared at her mother, "Mama..." She gasped and turned towards the steps leading off the stage.

  Shawn gulped watching Sylvia's reaction to seeing her mother there, he moved back and faded to the background, allowing them that moment.

  Bruce was surprised by her turning to leave the stage as all clapping receded.

  "It seems the contest is over, and as soon as our champion returns to the stage, we can uh - hmmm, hand her the prize." He turned to his band, waving them to come back on stage and begin playing a tune. 'Watermelon Man' He gestured to his attendants to move the tables for the guest so they could dance.

  Holding the length of her gown, Sylvia made her way to her mother, stopping right before her, both of them crying.

  "Mama... what are you doing here?"

  "Come to see you girl... my-o-my, I still got goose bumps. You sho' make your mama proud."

  Sylvia crumbled into sobs. Contrary to her earlier thought, that nothing more did she need from that performance.

  Her mother pulled her into her arms and held her as she cried. "My child, my daughter, please forgive me... please forgive me. I love you and everything you do... you do - look at me, look at me..." Lydia pulled her up, lifting her wet face to stare into her eyes, "... everything you do - everything you've done... makes me proud. Ain't no body as lucky as me. Nobody."

  "I love you mama." Sylvia cried.

  "I know... ain't so sure I even deserve it... but I always know, I can depend on you. Now you dry your eyes, get on with your business. I'm gone be going on home now."

  "How'd you get here?" Sylvia asked.

  "I can drive you know. Been doing what I need to for some time now. And I'm sho' glad I did this tonight. You go on now, I'll be fine."

  Sylvia turned to Sheila and Dennis, "Follow my mama home?"

  "I'll be fine I told you." Lydia stated.

  "We don't mind, Ms. Martin." Dennis spoke up saying.

  Bruce was suddenly behind Sylvia, his hands on her upper arms. "I take it you're her mother?" He asked over Sylvia's shoulder.

  Lydia looked up at him, then down at his hands on her arms. "Yes... I'm her mama."

  "I'm sure you must be proud." He smiled at her. She didn't smile back, just lifted a cool brow.

  "Em hm, that I am." She answered in a flat tone, looking at her daughter she said, "Don't you forget what you got at home. Ain't nothing out here better than him." Lydia stated. Sylvia was surprised by that declaration coming from her mother, who turned and was heading towards the back of the club, obviously to leave. Sylvia took a deep breath, smiled at Sheila, Meribel and Dennis.

  "I'll see you guys later." She said, and to Meribel, "I promise I won't be long."

  "No problem mami! You were incredible!" She praised her.

  "Ya'll come by the house when you get done." Sheila invited. No one noticing that Vivian hadn't returned yet.

  "Okay, I will." Sylvia promised and turned to be lead back stage by Bruce.

  Holding her dress aside, she walked back with him as he moved before her to open the lower side door. Holding it for her to pass through with his hand to her lower back. She turned to the right and went up the four steps to the upper floor and then left with Bruce right at her shoulder, talking to her, the music of the band playing the catchy jazz song in the background. He was talking in her ear about something she couldn't even focus on. All she could think about was her mama being present to hear her sing. Suddenly his voice and tone changed as he asked somewhat loud, "Who are you? What are you doing back here?!"

  Sylvia stopped and looked up from the floor to see her husband standing not ten feet away, blocking off the hallway, his eyes on her, and then on Bruce.

  "Shawn - Everett - McPherson. I'm here to get my wife. Get your fucking hand off of her."

  Vivian met up with Sheila and Dennis as they were walking from the front of the club. Sheila had Vivian's coat in her hand, Vivian grabbed it and put it on right away. The moment Sheila looked at her, she could see that something wasn't right.

  "Girl, what happened to you?"

  "I wanna go... can we go now?" She pleaded.

  "Yeah... sure."

  Lydia looked at Vivian and knew. She hadn't lived as long as she had without knowing the ways of men. The four of them turned towards the back of the club, walking towards the bar as Sheila searched Vivian's hidden expression. The moment she looked up, and saw Jake and Derrick, she knew something had happened with Jake. Especially when he sauntered to them and handed Vivian her purse, "You dropped this." He wanted her to look at him. She looked at her purse and went to snatch it from him, he held onto it, embarrassing her. "Let go Jake." She pleaded softly. He did, saying, "Make sure you keep that coat on, all the way home."

  If looks could kill, he would have dropped dead on the spot.

  Dennis was biting into his lip, he didn't know what had happened, but he had a good idea, he'd warned her.

  "Man I didn't know you was gone be here tonight?" Dennis greeted him, holding his hand out to him as Jake smiled, grabbed it and shook it saying, "You're not the only one." Jake returned looking straight at Vivian. "You ready Mrs. Martin?" He asked, changing his entire manner.

  Derrick walked by them, "Excuse me, I need to get to my wife." And walked past them to where Meribel sat.

  Sheila looked at him, and then at Jake. "Hang on here
... you two brought Ms. Martin?"

  "We sure did." Jake answered, smiling at Dennis as they shared something between them.

  "Are you three the only one's here tonight?" Sheila asked suspiciously.

  "Nope... you see, we came following Shawn, who is at this very moment, back stage collecting his wife."

  Chapter 122

  Meribel was fussing with the camera trying to figure out how to get it to play from the beginning when a voice above her asked, "Is that something I can help you with?" She froze, slowly she turned looking up, and watched as her husband took the chair beside her and pulled it out to take a seat.

  "Derrick?"

  "Yep... it's me, in the flesh. Derrick, your husband... remember me?"

  Meribel smiled and blushed, "Of course I remember you." She answered looking him over. He'd just gotten a fresh haircut, making the grey at his temples and side burns stand out. He smelled wonderful and looked even better wearing a white shirt, open at the collar under a black suit jacket. For a moment she could only stare, the smile on her face showed she was very pleased to see him there.

  "I'm glad to hear it, but I don't remember seeing your hair quite that way, when'd you do that?" He asked, reaching out to touch it. Meribel felt her heart do a double beat. "Just this past week of course, I thought it was time for something new. Since you don't seem that interested in the old me, I thought-..." She felt tears well up in her eyes and looked away from him. He reached over and grasp her chin, turning her back to him. "You thought what?"

  She swallowed and struggled not to look at him, or else the heavy tears that sat right above her bottom lashes would drop.

  "Hey... look at me." Derrick asked gently.

  "I'd rather not right now." Her efforts made no difference, they fell anyway.

  Derrick's broad thumb caught the tear and stroked it across his wife's cheek. "Is it that bad? Am I that bad?"

  She couldn't speak, so she shook her head. She didn't want to start crying right there in the nightclub, but if he kept talking to her so softly, so tenderly, as if he really cared what she was feeling, she'd start bawling and not be able to stop.