My Favorite Woman. (CG|LG WOMANXWOMAN)

13

Nadine in the MM.

UNEDITED.

TW; MENTIONS OF GROOMING AND ABUSE.

"Ashanti! Get in here!" The woman yelled, Ashanti immediately walking from her room and into the living room. Her mother stared at her, her blue eyes roaming the teenagers body as she smirked while sipping her drink.

"Yes, mommy?" Ashanti asked.

"You know what I want..take it off."

Ashanti jumped out of her sleep, her pants loud as she looked around. She remembered where she was, looking down at Nadine who was sound asleep beside her. It was after three in the morning, Ashanti having nightmares about her brutal childhood. She wanted nothing more than for it to back into the piece of her brain, but knew it wouldn't.

She looked over, leaning in and kissing Nadine's forehead before getting up and slipping on her robe. She sighed and walked downstairs, opening her patio door and taking a seat. She grabbed the blunt that was in her ashtray and inhaled from it after lighting it.

"Damn it.." Ashanti whispered. She knew she was triggered ever since that night Trina mentioned her past, wanting nothing more than to scream. Trina was the only one she ever opened up to about her childhood, and for her to throw it in her face was a low blow.

"Mama?" Nadine asked quietly as she sat up on the bed. She rubbed her eyes, looking around and frowning before standing up and walking downstairs. She felt a draft from the kitchen and walked toward the patio door.

"Mama..are you okay? I couldn't find you." Nadine pouted as she walked outside. Ashanti looked over and smiled as Nadine walked over to her, crawling onto her lap and laying her head on her chest.

"I'm okay."

"Don't lie. You haven't been okay since I asked you about being a little." Nadine whispered. Ashanti shook her head, exhaling smoke from her blunt. Nadine looked up and grabbed the blunt before inhaling.

"Oh wow..you're lucky that wasn't on the contract."

"Mhmm..what's wrong, Ashanti? Like seriously. I don't care if I get in trouble for using your name. I want to make sure you're okay and getting what you need out of this." Nadine responded as she exhaled smoke. Ashanti sighed, Nadine sitting up as her legs dangled at Ashanti's sides.

"Look..I'm not good at this, okay? I'm not an affectionate person. And Trina..she just made it worse. I didn't mean to come home angry, I just had a shitty day-"

"That's not what I asked." Nadine responded curtly cashing Ashanti to roll her eyes as tears welled in them.

"Is this about what she was trying to say before you slapped her?" Nadine whispered. Ashanti swallowed hard as she stared into the distance before nodding causing Nadine to sigh.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"Not really but I know I should. You shared your story with me, so it's only fair I share mine. But I want my blunt back first." They both chuckled, Nadine placing the blunt in between Ashanti's lips, watching as she inhaled.

"I was in foster care until I was like thirteen. In and out of foster homes, so it's the usual abuse and getting treated like garbage since I was just used for a check. One day this lady walks in..she's gorgeous like...absolutely breathtaking. She was tall and curvy, blonde hair blue eyes, you name it..she saw me and it was like..lust at first sight I guess. For her, at least. I mean..yeah I was like damn she's fine, but you know I was thirteen. I didn't know anything about sex or age regression at the time. I was just a kid, you know?"

"I know. I'm listening." Nadine whispered. Ashanti sighed, shaking her head with an awkward smile on her face as she itched the bridge of her nose.

"It was cool the first few years. She spoiled me. She was loaded, like...celebrity rich. She would discipline me spankings, you know. Regular shit. But once I turned sixteen..it got bad. She started to um..roleplay with me. Except the scene never ended. She had sex with me one night when she was drunk, calling me a princess and all that..the next day, she beat the shit out of me. I couldn't sit, nothing. She called me worthless. Said I won't amount to nothing in this world. Same night..calling me princess, saying how much mommy loves me and that she's sorry..touching me like I was the prettiest little thing in the world."

"I'm so sorry.." Nadine sniffed, Ashanti wiping her face as she shook her head. She shrugged, clearing her throat and taking a hit from her blunt again.

"So you were her little? Or her sub?"

"Both. She'd make me dress up for her, and act like a baby sometimes. It was fucked up because I was her actual daughter. Not by blood, but by the state. She was fucking me, and abusing me at the same time, all while sending me to school and paying for my stuff and giving me a home. I didn't know if I liked it or if I wanted to die. It was a mixture of both. Worst part is, I'd give in every time. I wouldn't fight. I'd just let her do what she wanted. I took it all in. Then, I got accepted into college and never looked back."

"What happened to her?" Nadine asked as she wiped Ashanti's tears.

"She died. Breast cancer. Left me a huge trust fund. Eight million dollars."

"Jesus." Nadine whispered. Ashanti shrugged, ashing her blunt and wrapping an arm around Nadine who cuddled closer into her.

"It is what it is."

"How did you meet Marisa?" Nadine asked. Ashanti was grateful for the subject change. She noticed how attentive her little was and she appreciated it.

"At a conference. I walked in on her spanking some guy in her hotel room when I went to ask for her number. We became close ever since."

"Oh so she's straight."

"Very. Experimental, though."

"How about...you take me upstairs and I experiment for you, yeah?"

"Sounds like a plan."