Dontrell's POV:
A week later:
Kidnapped is the only word I could use to describe what's going on here.
After we fucked last week this stalking ass nigga hasn't left me alone, he waits for me outside all my lectures, I've been wearing his clothes all week and everytime I try to leave he fucks me to sleep.
I have to go home, I don't think I can cum anymore I'm tired.
"I need to go home." I said feeling him shuffle underneath me, feeling his dick shift inside me.
I moaned.
That's how we've been sleeping this past week, dick deep inside me.
"No good morning." He mumbled jerking up his hips, making me hiss at the friction.
"Stop doing that but I really have to go home, you can't keep me hostage forever." I said gently getting off his dick.
Fuck i feel empty and sore but the good kind of sore.
" Nigga you can leave whenever you want, if I was holding you hostage I would've taken your phone, I just wanna spend some quality time with you." He said hands caressing my waist.
Okay maybe I'm being a little dramatic about the whole kidnapped thing.
I still haven't figured out what his true intentions are.
I don't want a repeat of my last relationship, I never want to feel as unwanted as I felt for most of that relationship.
I also want a chance at a happy, loving relationship with someone who will respect me and my boundaries.
"Okay.... but what are we? I inquired.
"Depends, I want you in every way possible but you have to be willing to give in and give us a chance to explore what we could be."
"If I give this a chance you have to understand you don't own me." I said before continuing, " I don't want to share if you have someone else tell me now so I can cut my losses, in my last relationship I had to play second fiddle pretty much through out the relationship and I was a secret for most of the relationship, I don't want that if we explore whatever this is I want to do so publicly, I'm not saying I want people all in our business but I just want to be publicly acknowledged."
"I understand." He said.
He reached over for his phone on the dresser and pulled me closer with his hand wrapped around my neck before connecting his lips to mine.
"Done." He whispered against my lips pulling away, he turned his phone around and on the screen was a picture of us kissing, I didn't even know he was taking pictures.
"What's that for?"
"This." After typing on his phone he turned it around and it was on his Instagram page with the picture and it was captioned Mine😍 and he tagged me.
"You didn't have to do that." I mumbled hiding my face in the crook of his neck.
"I want to see this through." He said wrapping his arms around my lower back.
This feels nice, Jackson is proving me wrong I really thought he was a hit and quit it type of guy but I'm glad I got him all wrong.
"What about all your hoes?" I had to ask, he had two girls fighting over him just a few weeks ago.
"I just claimed you publicly you have nothing to worry about." He said, hand caressing my back.
I really hope this is the beginning of something special for me, It would be nice for a change to not have to worry about a third in my relationship.
