Chapter 12
Mia<3
Her POV
"Baby." I called out to Megan as I unraveled the old shirt from my head, letting the wet strands fall down to my back. I sighed and gazed in the mirror at my reflection.
"Yeah mama!" She answered back as I heard the door to my room being opened. "This better be good because I was just about to play monopoly with your mother."
I laughed as the door to the bathroom was pushed open to reveal Megan in my black sweatshirt and her black biker shorts.
"Wanna help me with my hair?" I questioned as I turned to her, holding the blue detangling comb in my hand.
She looked at the comb, then at my hair, then finally back at me, contemplating silently. "Not really." She replied.
I huffed and chuckled before turning around. "Alright but as soon as I get done-blow drying it, will you at least help me with these mini twist I wanted to try?"
She nodded her head before kissing my forehead. "Have fun." She smiled before going towards the door and closing it behind her when she left.
"Fake." I mumbled as I got the blow dryer out from under my sink to plug it up. I got my oils out and began applying them to my hair before spraying on a heat protectant.
Sectioning my hair into four parts, I began the drying process, only hoping for my arms to not give out.
{Four hours later}
After three breaks, two for food and one for scrolling on instagram, I'm finally done blow-drying my hair.
Now I'm currently on the living room couch enjoying my wingstop that my baby got for me. I got the 6 count lemon pepper wings with fries and the ranch.
"Okay when do you wanna do the twists. Mind you, you have a lot of hair so that's going to take time and patience and patience is what you do not have. I repeat, you do not have patience."
Megan spoke as she looked over at me from the kitchen stool she was sat on. Her eyes found mine, staring hard as I ate my last wing.
"In ten minutes." I mumbled as I got up from the couch and went to the kitchen to throw my trash away and wash my hands.
"Okay mama." She voiced as I went around the island and stood in front of her. Her arms went around my waist as mine went around her neck.
Her eyes stared from my lips to my eyes as they kept going back and forth slowly. I grinned a little before leaning down to peck her lips twice.
"More." She breathed before wrapping her hand around my throat and gently connected our lips back together.
A moan slipped out from me as her hand got tighter making me wrap my hand around her throat too.
With both of us being dominant, it required a lot of self-control. While we may not appear dominant outwardly, it's a struggle and challenge to be with another dominant.
Especially seeing as I've really only messed around with two other people that were submissive.
I may be reserved and quiet, but that doesn't mean I don't get my freak on sometimes.
"Mama...fuck." Megan spoke as we pulled back from the intense kiss that made me have multiple butterflies in my stomach.
I let out a giggle as I rested my hand on her cheek, my thumb gently stroking her cheek.
"Yes sweetheart." I whispered. Her eyes fluttered closed for a second before they opened again with a little glint in them.
"That was not fair." She remarked as she stood up, her hand still gripping my throat. In fact, her hold got tighter, making me feel more aroused than I did before.
I smirked before pulling her closer to me by the waistband of her biker shorts. "Life's not fair baby but that doesn't mean we can't play around with it."
I adjusted her loc that was in her face, fixed her glasses, then gripped her wrist around my throat. "I'm ready now."
She rolled before eyes before moving around me. She was sexually frustrated before but now I just made her even more frustrated.
It was fun teasing her.
{Later On}
"Baby." I mumbled out as I saw Megan coming into the kitchen where I was making chicken quesadillas.
She hasn't talked to me since I teased her earlier only making me feel somewhat bad.
Somewhat.
She came around the island, stole some of the chicken that was in the bowl, then went to the fridge and opened it to take out her Gatorade.
I gave her a side eye, then let out a sigh before lowering the heat on the stove. Going towards her, I wrapped my arms around her waist, hugging her from behind.
"Por qué no me hablas cariño?"
I leaned on my tiptoes to get a better look at her face, only to notice her brows furrowed and a mug on her face.
"Mama." I whispered as I pressed a kiss to her neck. My hand wrapped around her throat as I tilted her head back to look at me. "Talk to me."
She huffed. "You know I don't understand when you speak Spanish." She bit her lip as we looked into each other's eyes.
"I know. That's why I speak it, now talk to me." I mumbled as she turned around to look down at me better. Her hand wrapped around my waist as she lifted me onto the counter and stood between my thighs.
"You made me horny earlier." She chuckled before looking at me. "And I really didn't appreciate that either." She smacked my thigh making a gasp escape me.
She went over to turn the stove off, lifted the quesadilla onto the napkin covered plate with the rest of them, before coming back to me.
She picked me up by my thighs causing me to wrap them around her waist, as we passed the living room and made our way up to my room.
When inside she dropped me down on the bed. "Take your pants off."
My brows furrowed but I still did it. Hoping for what I think is going to happen, actually happens.
