Disobedience

Chapter 29: Down Bad

Elijah

I was slowly regaining my consciousness from a deep slumber as I felt familiar soft, delicate hands running on my chest. I tried to open my eyes but I realized that there's some piece of clothing tied around my head, blind folding me. I tried to move my hands but I realized that they were tied over my head, onto the bed frame of my twin-sized bed.

A soft and light weight pressing on top of me, warm skin and familiar vanilla smell filled nose. Suddenly, my blood rushed and adrenaline run through my veins.

"Kimberly!"

"Shh.." I felt her finger pressed against my lips.

She's here?! Oh, my god!

I groaned in pleasure when I felt her pull the waistband of my shorts. My abs tightened, her lips touched my adonis belt, she planted a firm kiss like she was leaving a lipstick stain on my skin—-marking me as hers. Her mouth traveled north to my abs and then she planted another kiss on my chest. I'm gonna have her lipstick stains tattooed on me.

"It's a shame you can't see me right now..." Her lips touched the shell of my ear as she whispered.

My heart started pounding and I tried to move but I couldn't! God. If this is a fúcking dream, I don't ever want to wake up!

"Baby, please let me see you." I pleaded.

"Uh-uh."

"Please..." I begged her. I wanted to touch her but my hands were bound tight! God, I can feel her soft, bare tîts pressing against my chest.  We were skin-to-skin, she is so fúcking close but I couldn't touch her, not even see her!

I need to!

"I'm wearing a trenchcoat with your favorite panties on.." She purred in my ear and my díck fúcking twitched. Her pússy's pressing against my erection. I groaned in desperation. The bed creaks as I try to wiggle off of the restraint.

This is pure torture! It was like she's dangling the one thing that I can never have. Right in front of my face and in the middle of the night.

"Stop moving or I will walk out that door." She said softly.

"No, no, no, okay, okay. I'll do anything you want. I'll stop, just don't go and leave me again." I hoarsely replied, my tone coated in despair and need for her.

"Kiss me, please. I need to see you, baby. I am going insane." I sobbed.

Aside from the vanilla scent, I can smell something sweeter—like chocolate on her skin.  My heart sank as I remembered about the chocolate-flavored-vanilla-fúcking oil. I tried to fight the tears of jealousy and rage.

I'm really losing my mind because as I smell the scent, all I could think about was how he could've possibly touched her, pleasured her and I couldn't bear. It makes me so fúcking mad, I want to take it out on her pússy, put her in several positions, make her back hurt not because of my bed but because of how much I'm gonna fúck her—-fill her cervix with my cúm until there is no more remnants of whoever he is—--I swear, I will kill him.

Kimberly's mine and mine alone.

I groaned. I don't want to think about ninety ways I will kill that bastard. All that matters to me is that Kimberly is here. I am so down bad that it didn't matter that she touched another man. All that matters to me is that she came home to me—-she came to see me.

I am so down bad that no matter how much she tries to hurt me, it won't matter. I will choose her any-fúcking-day.

My adam's apple bobbed as I felt her move closer, her sweet minty breath fanning my lips. I tried to move my head so I could kiss her but she gave me a light slap on the cheek after she dodged my kiss.