BOMBSHELL

by Xyla Turner

  I nodded my head.

  “I don’t know what I’d do without you.” He kept going, searching my eyes. “You know I love you right?”

  Quickly looking away, he brought his hands to my face and turned me back towards him. “Answer me.”

  “Yes, you’ve said it,” I replied.

  “Do you know?”

  I stared at him. “I’m not familiar enough with the concept.”

  “I know you love me.” He smiled.

  “How can you tell that?” I asked.

  “I see it in your eyes, your smile, your touch, your moans,” he kissed my lips, “your reaction to me.”

  I moaned low and moved my hips in his lap. He pulled my face closer and put his tongue between my lips and I started to suck on it, attempting to get closer to him, to pull his tongue out more, so I could get it all. Then, I heard someone clear their throat. I nearly jumped off of Joshua and was across the room. His father chuckled and said, “Just wanted to let you love birds know dinner is ready.” He grinned from ear to ear and walked back into the other room. I held my chest in my hand, because I was thoroughly embarrassed. I turned to Joshua and said, “I’m no longer hungry. Take me home now.”

  He closed the distance between us with a smile on his face. “Babe, we weren’t naked.”

  I looked up to him and said, “I don’t care. It’s bad enough your parents seen me in your house with your t-shirt on sitting on your lap, now your father catches me in his living room, sitting on your lap, sucking you damn tongue. I can’t.” I shook my head, “Can’t handle it.”

  “Mama, calm down. I’ve seen worse from them.” He shuddered.

  “He has,” Joshua’s father yelled from what sounded like a couple of rooms over.

  I threw up my hands and stomped up the stairs. Then I heard simultaneous laughter from both men. Goddamn. I needed to get home, so it was just one of them.

  ******

  Dinner turned out to be really good and we went to church on Sunday with his parents. I met a lot of people, was ushered around for a long time until Joshua told his mom we had to get back. She reluctantly let me go, but not before I met their Pastor. Our trip back was uneventful, as we were asleep most of the time and cuddled the rest. I was still very sore and it must have been apparent, because Joshua didn’t make one move to do anything, but provide me with comfort.

  When we arrived back, Joshua dropped me off at my door, because I really wanted to recuperate and have some alone time. He did not like this much, but I really needed to just be me. When I entered my apartment, there was envelope on the floor, with my name written on the front. I opened it and read:

  Sam,

  I know you don’t want to hear from me, but I had to explain some things to you before you made your decision. I’ve never made it a secret that I was interested in you. You are beautiful, smart, sassy, witty and just a good friend. I ruined that and its eating me up inside. Your man was right to a certain extent, I wanted to groom you for a Dom, not specifically for me, but I was hoping I would have my chance. That was wrong and I’m sorry for betraying your trust.

  I have really grown to like you, not just as a woman, but a real friend. I know that may sound like a line, but in all honesty, I’d come to think of you as one and hoped you had done the same. I would love the opportunity for you and me to rekindle that friendship. I miss my ice-cream and avocado buddy

  Missing you,

  Trevor

  Wow.

  I didn’t know what to say about that. I tucked the letter in my purse and went to take a bath in Epsom Salt. I contemplated about telling Joshua, but he’d probably blow a damn gasket. Then I was reminded that Joshua said, he would “end” Trevor. Maybe not.

  ******

  The next few weeks went by in a blur. Joshua and I decided not to announce our relationship per se, but we talked more and didn’t avoid each other. People made comments to me, never to him, and I just brushed it off like I didn’t hear them or didn’t understand what they meant. The launch of Stark was a huge success. He received a record breaking response and was praised in all of the magazines, newspapers and Internet on his wise strategy of when to release, how he released and who he marketed. Craig and I celebrated with everyone. Joshua gave us all bonuses and rented out a really nice Italian restaurant and treated us all. All that hard work paid off with no leaks and no mishaps.

  The week after the launch, Joshua reinstated Larry, my driver, gave me a key to his apartment, and demanded a key to my apartment. I shook my head at him and kept doing what I was doing. This was his so-called compromise, because he wanted me to move in. I told him it was too soon in our relationship to move anywhere and honestly, why I wouldn’t give him the milk for free. He growled and said then ‘marry me, so I can get my damn milk when I want.’ I laughed at this, but still didn’t give him the key to my apartment, just because he demanded it. I had nothing to hide, but I was trying to make a point.

  Joshua decided to make another type of point. I went home after work one evening and as I was catching up on Hulu, I heard my door knob rattle. I immediately thought it was some drunk neighbor’s friends or someone playing around. So, I started to tip-toe towards the door to look out the peep hold, when the door popped open. I screamed and backed away from the door to run into the kitchen and get a knife. I turned around and saw Joshua saunter into my apartment, lock my door and smile, “Good evening.”

  “What the fuck are you doing?” I screamed.

  He frowned, “I was bringing you some dinner. I know you had a long week and you wanted to have your ‘me time’, so I figured I’d bring you some sustenance.”

  “How the fuck did you get in here?” I exclaimed.

  “With my key,” he said matter-of-factly.

  “What key, I didn’t give you a key?”

  “The key I took off your key chain to have duplicated.” He smiled, “That key.”

  “Son of a bitch,” I murmured. “You scared the hell out of me.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No you’re not, you are an ass,” I said and walked into my bedroom, loudly closing and locking the door.

  I thought I heard chuckling, but if he was, I’d go out there and pounce on his ass.

  Motherfucker.

  About an hour later, he knocked on the door gently and said, “Mama, I would say I’m sorry, but I’m not. I want to be able to get to you if I need too, to ensure your safety, and I can’t do that without access to you. This Stark has gone viral, people are taking greater interest and now that you and I are together, my enemies have grown and I have to keep your safety my top priority.”

  I listened, but there was just no excuse for his invasion. Why he kept talking about this “danger” was beyond me. Was there an actual threat? Would he tell me if there was? Probably not. I remained quiet. “Mama?” he knocked again.

  “I’m not sorry,” he said, “but I love you.”

  I laid in bed for another hour or so, trying to wait him out, but now I had to go to the bathroom. I figured he was still here, but I couldn’t hold it any longer. Lately, I had been going to the bathroom quite frequently. I should schedule a doctor’s appointment soon. I also hadn’t been feeling my best lately.

  I opened the door and went towards the bathroom without looking to see if he was still there or not. Barely making it to the toilet in time, I seriously almost pissed myself. That would have been real sexy. I heard movement outside the bathroom. Great, he was standing there waiting for me. I handled my business, washing my hands and opened the door. He was standing there, looking at me with those eyes. I just glared back at him and tried to go around him to get to my bedroom. He grabbed me by the elbow and said, “I’m not sorry.”

  “Neither am I,” I said and jerked out of his hold.

  He grabbed for me again and held me against him his front. I struggled against him, but he held tight and nuzzled into my neck.

  “Get off of me,” I exclaimed.

  He shook his h
ead in my neck. “Can you be mad at me in there? I want to be near you. Please.”

  “No, get off me and go home.”

  He held me tight and started involuntarily walking me towards the bedroom. “Anywhere you are, is home for me.”

  “Go to your 40th floor penthouse.” We reached the bedroom, where he was still walking me towards the bed as I pushed back against him. He bent down, swept me up and laid me on the bed and climbed in. Before I could scramble off, he had me pinned with my hands above my head in one hand, his torso on mine and his face in my face.

  “Mama,” he purred.

  He knew I loved that name. For the life of me, I didn’t know why. God knows I didn’t want to be this mans’ mama. I despised mama’s boys or any man who wanted to make his woman his mama. That wasn’t what this nickname was about, it was about adoration and respect. I got it now and I loved it. He knew he had me, because I melted right under him.

  He leaned down and kissed me. Slow and wanting. We’d spent the last few weeks not humping each other, because I didn’t want to wear out my welcome or him to wear out his. In reality, he was moving a little fast for me and I kind of wanted to slow down, hence why I was at my house this evening. I knew he didn’t like it, but I didn’t know he wouldn’t abide by it. He had before, but I guess he was done with that. He let my hands go and whispered a low command, “Stay.”

  I stayed put, as he opened my blouse button by button. My bra was next and then my pants were loosened and pulled down along with my panties. Yeah, he was done with the separation. We had had sex, but usually it was the quick dirty kind, where he had me bent over the sofa or holding my ankles, up against the wall, in the shower. Spanking my ass in the process. I loved that. I wanted more of that.

  He looked at me and said, “Has my mama been a good girl?”

  I shook my head, “No.”

  He raised an eyebrow and said, “Oh, she hasn’t, has she? What do you think is a suitable punishment?”

  I looked away and he commanded, “Eyes on me.”

  My eyes snapped to his. “Spanking?” I suggested.

  “I think more than a spanking will need to happen?” He said, “I think you need to be tied up like my gift, while I spank and fuck that sweet ass of yours.”

  My core was instantly soaked. I have never been tied up or had my ass fucked, but damn did I want it now. I arched my back and my titties jiggled a little. He smiled and said, “My baby likes that.”

  I nodded.

  “On your belly and hands above your head on the bed.”

  I obeyed. He went into the drawer and pulled out a bag. Where did that come from? All I could see in the bag was the lubricant and red ribbon. He rose above me and put my wrist together and tied a bow around them. It wasn’t tight, but it was snug. He then commanded, “On your knees, face down.”

  I propped my butt up in the air and waited until he gave me my next command. He said, “You’ve been a naughty girl, Samantha. You know what naughty girls get, right?”

  “Yes,” I answered as he slapped my ass.

  “That’s one of five.” He said as I moaned in protest, I wanted more.

  Slap.

  I moaned again. He rubbed my ass and then he kissed it. Suddenly, there was something cold running down my crack and then his finger pressed against my little bud of muscle. I wiggled my ass and he slapped me again. It felt so good. I couldn’t help but stick it out further to signal that I wanted more of his punishment. “You want it, don’t you? You naughty girl, you want to see me lose control, because I love your ass.”

  Wiggling my ass got it slapped again. Causing me to stick it out more. “Yes, I want you to spank me, I’ve been naughty,” I said in a voice that didn’t sound like my own. He groaned and slapped my ass hard again.

  Then I heard shuffling and saw his shirt fly across the bed. “You’re going to be so tight, baby. But know daddy’s got you. Alright?”

  I nodded my head, “Yes.”

  A finger went in my tight ass and I moaned my acceptance. Then he added two. He was fucking me so good with his fingers that I started to rock back and forth on them. He slapped my ass again and I started to rotate. He added another finger and it stretched me out, nice and good. Filled me up and almost made me cum. “Spread your legs more,” he commanded.

  I spread them more and he removed his fingers and lined up his huge cock to my little asshole. He pressed in slowly, in and out, repeatedly, until he gained more access. I tried not to yell out in pain, but it burned. I knew it would get better, so I waited it out. After he fed it in some more, he started to play with my clit, doing his guitar string motions that always sent me over the edge. Joshua started fucking me in the ass with earnest now. The pain had slightly subsided and I started rocking back on him. He stopped once it was all the way in and let me adjust. Once I got used to it, I started moving back on it, so he let me ride his dick. I moaned and told him, “I love you in my tight ass.”

  He smacked my ass and I rode him faster, “Ride that, mama. Make that ass jiggle.”

  I started rotating on him and made my ass pop up and down. He groaned, grabbed me by the hips and yelled, “Goddamn.”

  He leaned down to me and asked, “You want me to fill your ass, baby?”

  “Yes,” I nodded my head.

  He grabbed my hips tighter and started to rock home. He kept caressing my little button, so I could cum. I screamed his name, and he came in my tight forbidden channel. Then he collapsed on me as we both sank down to the bed. “That’s my mama.”

  I just laid there. Wondering how deep I was in with this man. I was in love with him and I didn’t know how to accept that.

  “How come you don’t go to your BDSM club anymore?” I asked several minutes later while in my post-coital moment.

  “Where did that come from?” he breathed.

  “Just curious.”

  “It wasn’t my scene anymore. I guess I just wanted something more than scenes and momentary highs.”

  “Do you miss it?”

  “Sometimes,” he whispered.

  “Do you want to go back?”

  “Why, when I have you?”

  “I will go with you. I’d like to know more about it?”

  “Really?” he asked, and seemed genuinely surprised.

  “Yeah, it won’t hurt to see it right?”

  “No, it won’t, but only if you want to go.”

  “I do. I want to know about that other side of your life.”

  Chapter 21: It’s Positive

  JOSHUA:

  She’s pregnant. I knew it. Her boobs were bigger, he ass was fuller, she hadn’t been eating as much lately and right now, she was currently throwing up in the bathroom, yet for the fifth time that I’ve spent the night with her. She keeps chalking it up to her adjusting to some new diet, but I know she’s pregnant. She’s damn near glowing. I didn’t want to spook her, so I didn’t say anything. I also didn’t want her to do anything rash, because I wanted a little girl that looked like my Samantha. More importantly, I wanted it with her.

  She was feeling like we were moving too fast and this would spook her. She was already like a deer in head lights when I told her I loved her, when I gave her my house keys. When I said I was taking her to London, she had the look of terror in her eyes.

  She emerged from the bathroom and said, “I’m going to see the doctor today, this stomach thing isn’t working. I may be allergic to something.”

  I nodded my head and said, “Yeah, got to get that checked out, because this isn’t healthy. Go to my doctor, he’s closer than your primary physician in Queens. Afterwards come and tell me what he says.

  She looked at me sympathetically and asked, “Are you sure?”

  “Yeah, he’s good and because he’s in my building, I get a chance to see you.”

  “I’m sorry honey, I’ll make it up to you.” She frowned.

  I laughed, because this was also the fifth time we had been engaging in morning wood relief, when she ha
d to throw up, leaving the wood in place.

  Knowing what the doctor was going to say, I began to make some calls and put some things in place that she would need when the time came.

  SAMANTHA:

  “Positive?” I asked my doctor.

  “Yes, Samantha, your pregnancy test came back positive.”

  “But I’m on birth control.”

  “Yes, I know, but these things happen.”

  I know these things happen, but not to me. I had a plan. I would get my business off the ground, find a nice man, settle down for two years and then get pregnant or adopt. Not now. My business was not off the ground yet, even with the Kelly account. Goddamn. What would Joshua say? Oh God, was I going to keep it? This did not fit into my plan. Not at all and nobody would know until I made my decision and depending on my decision, would I decide to tell someone. There may be nothing to tell. Goddamn!

  I went home, bolted the door, and texted Joshua that I was having a break out and needed to chill a couple of days. He wouldn’t take kindly to this excuse so I packed a bag and went to a hotel. I didn’t want to have to see him like this.

  Surprisingly, he texted back and asked what the doctors said. I told him that she said it was stress and I needed some R&R. He told me to get that. Then my mom texted and told me she was in town, so she wanted to see me. This was totally weird. She never went anywhere without my dad and she didn’t just pop into town. I called her and told her where I was. I met her in the lobby and she had one suitcase and I blurted, “Are you getting a divorce?”

  “Heavens, no. Sweetie, I just wanted to see you. What is wrong? Is everything alright?” she seemed to look through my soul.

  I started crying right there in the lobby. She hugged me and I just kept crying as we embraced. People walked around us, but I was glad that she was here. I needed my mom in this moment of my life. We went to my room and I told her everything. She listened, offered some tidbits, but seemed genuinely unfazed by the news. She asked when I was going to tell Joshua, so I told her when I decided what I was going to do. She challenged that he should be a part of the decision. I said he wasn’t going to carry a baby for nine months, so he wouldn’t be, therefore she encouraged me to reconsider this.