My Reoccurring Dreams Vol. I

#002

I sat on the bed while he was on the other side of the room. He looked like his feelings were hurt. "What's wrong?" I asked. He looked at me as if he was disappointed. "Were you tryin' to leave me?" He asked. I froze thinking about what I said when he wasn't around.

"I wasn't trying to.." I said trying to clean my mess up quickly, "I just thought about it one time that was all." Then I thought about it and asked myself, "How the fuck did he know I thought about leaving him?" I realized that he had two phones in his hand. One of them being my phone.

He looks at my phone and throws it at me. I picked it up to see text messages of me complaining about him to my friends. I stared at the screen afraid to look back up at him. "Why?" He asked. I couldn't say anything because I was sick of repeating myself. I just stayed silent hoping my silence would answer his question.

"Oh.. okay." He said, sounding upset. He had picked what I had put down. I finally looked up at him and saw that he was walking towards me. I got scared and backed up. "Stop tryin to get away from me." He said almost whining. I realized I really had hit him where it hurt. He didn't care what I did as long as I came back to him. But if I left him he knew I would leave permanently.

"Be for real with yourself.." he started, "it's not gonna be the same." I looked at him confused. "What's not gonna be the same?" I asked him. He looked at me and said, "Don't act dumb." He was getting irritated because I was doing just that. I continued trying to keep the upper hand. "I don't know what you're talking about." I said trying not to crack a smile. "Stop fuckin' playin'." He said, trying not to yell at me.

He was finally getting a dose of his own medicine and I'm sure it didn't feel good. "You know he's not gonna do the things that I do right?" He said with some sense of nastiness in his tone. He was angry. He knew it was someone else other than him. But that's not what bothered him. What bothered him was the thought of me not coming back and replacing him with someone else.

"He's not gonna come get you anytime you ask, or deal with your attitude the way I do." He said starting to get closer to me. "He's not gonna fuck you like I do either." My heart dropped to my stomach at the thought my brain received from his words. "He's not gonna make you his the way I make you mine. That's why you belong to me." He said caressing my thigh.

"I know." I said without thinking. He looked at me and said, "So then why you leavin' me hm?" I couldn't say anything at first. All I could do was look into those dark eyes looking at me. I know what he was saying sounded like something I'd normally punch somebody for but, I couldn't punch him. He made it sound so pleasant and he made me feel good too. I always tried to look past his ain't shit ass behavior because of that.

My eyes moved down to his lips and I thought about all the things he does to me with them. All the places he's kissed and licked on. All I could think about was the things he'd say to me. He grabs me, pulling me out of whatever trance I was in. He pulled me closer to him. "Where you gon' go?" He asked, caressing my body slowly. "No where" I said absentmindedly.

"Yeah cause you know where home really is don't you?" He said caressing my pussy outside of the panties covering them. "Yes.." I said, trying to hold it together. "So then why don't you stay here with Daddy hm?" He asked, sliding his hand inside the panties. "Why should I?" I asked, trying not to moan. "Because you're gonna miss me.." he started, "and cause you're gonna miss the way I dick you down."

My breath was getting shorter from trying not to moan. I eventually caved in and started to moan as his fingers went in and out of my pussy. "I'm sorry!" I cried out. I didn't really want to leave. I just wanted him to behave better. I knew I would miss him and the things he does for me. I knew I would miss the things that he does to me especially.