The Habits of My heart

Chapter 7

" What the fuck is your problem"? Reggie shouted at his brother. Ron ignored him and lit his cigar, sitting on the living room chaise. Ron wasn't really sure what cause his outburst, but he wasn't going to let his brother know that. If he did try to even explain, he'd just sound crazy, which would lead his brother to asking if he had taken his meds—which would also lead to a whole fucking conversation he didn't feel like having.

" It's nothing, Reg," Ron looked at him. The two sat in silence thinking of what to say or do next, but neither moved nor spoke. Reggie was bouncing his knee and running his hands through his gelled hair, causing an annoyance for Ron. "Stop shaking, will ya? It's not a big fucking deal."

" No Ron, it is a big deal. I was trying to talk Monica into speaking to Frances for me, but you had to fucking blow it. Like you blow everything," Reggie whispered the last part.

Truth be told, Ron never cared much for his future sister-in-law. Maybe it was her lack of understanding and support for their business, or the fact she always looked mopey at events. It was clear to him that he knew, regardless of his negative feelings, he had to support his brother. Even if Frances was trying to take Reggie away from him, Ron shook those thoughts and tried to console his brother.

" You know... Frances loves you." Ron laid his hand on Reggie's shoulder. Reggie looked up at him quizzically, given the fact he never heard his brother speak on Frances like such. " Like a lot?" Ron tried saying, but it ended up coming out like a question. He wasn't good with the touchy-feely stuff.

" Wow, I feel a lot better!" Reggie said sarcastically. He stood up and left the room before returning around the corner quickly to say, "Fix it with Monica because I need her. She's the only once Frances trusts with this stuff."

Ron nodded in agreement, watching his brother leave. " That's the problem," Ron spoke to himself. " You need her."

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There were knocks on the door, but I couldn't bring myself to answer. The knot in my stomach wouldn't go away and every time I felt as if I was starting to forget, my stupid brain would remind me. Ron thinks I'm a slag. Ron doesn't like me. He hates me.

" Monica, I know you're here." A voice boomed. I stood up quickly from my cryathon pity party and went to look through the peephole. Ron was standing outside with an impatient look on his face. " Go away," I said.

" Monica, I'm growing quite mad and impatient here. Open the damn door." He slammed his hand on the other side, causing me to jerk back.

" G-go away or I'll call the police," I said, trying to sound stronger.

" Fuck you and fuck those coppers." Ron shouted." Open the fucking door, or I'll break it down."

I stood with my back against the door, stunned but more so terrified. Was he wanting to kill me? I could call the police, but he would know and kill me before they could reach here in time. " Fuck this!" I slid the lock back and opened the door.

" I've come here against my better judgment," Ron entered and pinned me against the wall, "to apologize."
I looked up at him and noticed his normally brown eyes were more black. He looked empty of all emotion except rage. Without using his hand, he pinned me with just the weight of his body up against me. At this point, we were both breathing heavily, but continued to death stare at each other.

" You have a funny way of apologizing, Mr. Kray," I spoke up. He continued to stare without even blinking. " It's hard for me to apologize to a girl who I finger fucked and who ended up at my mother's home alone with my brother the next day. Without telling me, might I add."?

The pieces began coming together as I realized Ron wasn't just angry, but jealous. Two things could happen right now. I could explain that it was a whole misunderstanding,, or I could tease him and keep it going. I decided to go with the latter.

" Reggie invited me over. I couldn't say no,, and I'm glad I didn't. He is really sweet and easy on the eyes." I batted my eyelashes flirtatiously.

" He's also with your supposed best friend, but whatever."

" We'll Frances and I always knew how to share," I smirked.  "Glad you showed up when you did because he might have finished what you started." I knew it was far from the truth, but the look on Ron's face was worth it. Priceless even.

" Well, I don't share," he snarled. Ron lifted and flipped me over to where my face pressed into the wall.  Leaning in over my shoulder, he whispered, "In case I need to be more clear for your understanding; you are mine. Not my brothers, not anyone else, but mine. If I catch you looking at Reggie as to have lust or any feelings related, I will give you the punishment of a lifetime."

His possessiveness is an obvious red flag, but my body was in his grasp physically and spiritually. The familiar feeling from last night in my lower region formed, and I lost all control. The warmth of pooling wetness in my panties caused me to blush from my arousal. I could tell he could sense it because he lifted the back of my skirt and pulled my panties down before reaching my front.
" So fucking wet and needy for me."

He removed his hand and pulled me towards the bedroom. Bending me forward, he removed his belt and instructed me to pull my arms above my head. He used the belt to tie my hands together.  "I'm going to give you a small taste of what I'm capable of if you disobey me." SMACK. I winced as I felt the leather contact my bare ass. He continued with four more, and the pain soon formed into pleasure.

Ron unbinds my hands and sits me across his lap, where I'm straddling him. " You'll behave from now on, won't you baby doll?" He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. I could tell he was feeling calmer after giving me my punishment. His eyes appeared to revert to their normal color. Feeling his hard member under me gave me an idea as to how I could redeem myself. I slid off his lap and got on my knees, unzipping his trousers, I looked up at him. " Let me show you how sorry I am."

His hands made way to my head, and he held my hair back as I made my way down on him. I've never done this before,, so my knowledge was very limited unless you count the amount of erotica I've read. I licked my lips to moisten them before molding them around his pulsating cock. It felt like warm hard skin that throbbed with every motion. I soon got the hang of it and let his moans guide me with what made him feel the best.

Bobbing my head up and down his length, I swirled my tongue around his tip each time and felt him a jerk. " You look so good wrapping that pretty mouth around my dick." His praise gave me a boost of confidence, which led me to make him ejaculate in my mouth. His release felt warm and tasted salty, but I forced myself to swallow.  Ron held my chin up, so I was looking him in the eye, "I'm so proud of you for swallowing. You did well for your first-time doll."

" Now we're even right?"

" Not even close. I'm not finished with you anytime soon."

Subsequently, he left me in a hot mess again. I failed to admit to him what happened between Reggie & me, but felt it was a tomorrow problem. Little did I know how I'd come to regret that decision.