I wiped the tears from my eyes and he roughly let go of my shirt, causing me to lose my balance, and I fell straight on my ass. I sat there for a minute or two trying to get my shit together. Eventually, I got up and went inside the bathroom to take a shower. When I got out, I dried off and threw on some boy shorts with a cut off tank top. I got in the bed and Otis was still smoking. Only reason why I didn’t say nothing when I came in is because I was scared and he usually would put it out when I came around. But now, this nigga was still smoking it.
“Otis could you please put that shit out? I just washed my hair and I don’t want my hair smelling like fuckin weed,” I said.
This nigga just continued to blow smoke rings out his mouth. After a few minutes, he finally finished the shit. I swear this nigga could really get on my fuckin nerves sometimes. I knew I wouldn’t be falling asleep anytime soon, so I reached over him to grab the remote.
“Man take yo ass to sleep, it’s almost midnight and you decide to turn on the fuckin TV,” Otis growled at me.
I straight up ignored his ass while I searched for the power button on the remote in the dark to try and get the TV to come on.
“Tisha what the fuck I just say?” he said, trying to take the remote from out of my hand but I hurried up and hid it on my side of the bed.
“Otis movvvee!” I screamed, trying to take the remote back because eventually he was able to find it.
In the midst of me trying to get the remote, Otis was trying to move me and ended up elbowing me right under my left eye.
“Oh my God my eyeee!” I yelled out crying. I wasn’t even trying to be dramatic right now, but that shit hurt and I was crying like a big as baby.
Otis jumped up out the bed and quickly turned the light on. I was hysterical now being the drama queen that I was.
“Baby, move your hand let me see,” Otis said, trying to pry my hand away from my eye. I wouldn’t let him see it because I was afraid that I had a mark or something and I wouldn’t like the facial expression that he would make after he saw it.
“Nooo moveee!” I cried out, pushing him away with my foot.
He eventually got me to move my hand away. He looked at it and from his facial expression, I knew it was going to be a bruise left.
“I’m sorry baby, you know that shit was an accident.” he said wiping my tears away.
He went downstairs in the kitchen to get some ice for my eye. When he came back in the room, I was still crying. That shit hurt so bad. He came over to me, picked me up out the bed, and carried
me to his chair at his computer desk. I sat there as he kept the ice on my eye.
“Let me find out you did this on purpose,” I said, rolling my eyes at him after I had calmed down a little bit.
“Shut up cry baby, you know damn well that was on accident. But now you see what happens when you don’t listen,” he said, slapping my thigh. “But for real, yo ass is hardheaded as fuck. It took everything in me not to choke yo ass up when you walked in this door earlier,” he said.
“I said sorry already, damn how many more times do I have to say that shit?” I said with a major attitude.
‘I know how,” he said, lifting me up and from his lap and slamming me against the wall. He took the zip lock bag with the ice in it out of my hand and threw it on the dresser.
I looked down and I felt him slide deep inside me. I swear to God, I didn’t even see when this nigga pulled his shorts down, let alone take mine off.
“Hmmm I love it when you give me that dick when you mad,” I moaned out loud, trying to kiss his lips but he moved his head away and bit the shit out of me on my neck. I tried to push him away, but he wasn’t letting up.
This nigga started fuckin the shit out of me. Like he was trying to prove a fuckin point or some shit. Eventually he got tired of my hands moving around, so he locked them behind my back and started going in deep and fast.
“Shitttt babbbyy righhht thereee,” I moaned out, placing my small hands on his chest. It was fuckin with me that he wouldn’t kiss me. I knew he was still mad at me by the way he was handling my body with such force.
“Say you sorry, I wanna hear your ass say that shit again,” Otis said to me, holding me by my hips and pumping in and out of me so deep, so slow. How was a bitch supposed to respond when I felt that shit in my fuckin stomach? I was trying so hard to answer him, but every time I opened my mouth, he would hit my ass with a death stroke.
All of a sudden he stopped and I looked at him like, Nigga what the fuck! I knew eventually he was going to do that shit too.
“Let me hear you apologize to daddy. For stressing daddy out today,” he said, sliding back in my pussy, this time going nice and slow.
“I’m…I’m Oooohh my Goddd I’m sorry,” I stammered.
“Say it again, I didn’t hear you,” he said.
“Babbbyy I’m sorrrrry shitttt I’m finna cummmmm,” I said.