He doesn't love me, but he needs me

Touchin, Lovin

2 weeks later...

I woke up from my horrible nightmare and screamed, kicking Rich out the bed in the process. That was the scariest nightmare that I've had yet.

"Damn, girl! What the hell is wrong with you? Kickin' me out the bed an' shit!" he grumbled.

I sat up in the bed, dazed and confused. Could my dream really turn into my nightmare? I wanted to tell him badly, but I was afraid that he might call me crazy, or worse laugh at me.

"Baby, do you want to tell me?" he said, climbing back into the bed with me, "cause obviously, you had a nightmare, and if you kick me out my damn bed again, we gon' have some major issues!" he chuckled.

"No, you just gonna laugh at me and call me crazy!" I said, folding my arms and turning away.

He grabbed my chin and turned my head. His eyes sure had the window to my soul, and other parts of my body.

"I will never call you crazy. Ever. Even when you do act crazy." He chuckled

I took in a deep breath. What the harm in telling him? For better or for worse, right? I exhaled and said it:

"I had a nightmare that we were about to have sex and you took off my pants and panties and tried to open my legs, but you couldn't get them open. You kept trying to pull them open and when you did, I started gushing out blood!" I said, hiding my face with my fingers, but peeking through them.

"Baby, you had a dream that your pussy was bleeding? Don't it do that every month?" he laughed.

I swatted him on his arm. How can he play around when I just told him some crazy ass shit like this?

"Ow, girl! Don't hit or you gonna be in big trouble!" he warned

"Well, maybe I want to be in trouble..." I replied back

"Girrrlll! You know what you doin'? You sure you want this?" he asked me teasingly.

"The question is: Do you want this?" I asked, climbing out the bed.

"Bae, do I really have to answer that?" he chuckled

"Yes, you doooo!" I said in a singsong voice.

"Katalinah Jefferson, I never stopped wanting you." He said.

Satisfied with his answer, I slowly started lifting up my clothes. I had on one of Rich's long t-shirts and my sexiest pair of underwear. I wanted him. Shit, I craved him! And I was going to have him. I took his clothes off of my body and gave him my sexy pose. I heard a low grunt which gave me the OK that he liked what he saw. I was braless. I lay back down on the bed, my arms strectched above my head. I closed my eyes, imagining what he would do to me. I soon felt cool metal on my arms. The fuck?

"Rich, take these handcuffs off of me!" I whined.

"No."

"Please."

"No." he said again on my collarbone. I was angry, so I tried to hold in my moan. Unfortunately, I was unsuccessful. He bit my skin and I gave him a full-on moan.

"Baby..."

"No, cause you like to squirm and stuff." he whined, pulling down his pants. i held my legs together and moaned, it was all I could do at the moment. He put the head in, silently asking for entrance. I nodded my head yes..

I winced a little bit. We haven't had sex in a while, and I'm still a little sore from childbirth.

"God, you're so sexy. I love you." he said against my neck. I moaned in his ear, my words were all jumbled up and I couldn't speak any proper English.

"Shit... Faster." I moaned.

"Oh my gosh, Kat."

I felt my insides tightening and from the look on his face, I knew he was close too. I finally released just as he grunted in my ear. I partially relaxed in his arms and started to drift off to sleep while he took the handcuffs off of me. Just as I fully relaxed, Bellah started crying.

"I'll go get her. Go to sleep, babe. I love you." he said, kissing my forehead. I smiled with my eyes closed and mumbled out a groggy "love ya too" before I blacked out.