“It’s true. If that’s all I wanted, I could call someone right now.”
“Sure you can. But like I said, that’s easy to say,” Tyhedra said, laughing as she circled me playfully.
I wasn’t amused by her remark or her attitude, so I decided to make a point. I looked at my watch. “Give me your phone,” I said casually. Tyhedra reached in her purse and handed me the phone. “Never challenge me.” I dialed a number, motioned for Tyhedra to come closer, and I held the phone so she could hear. A sleeping female voice answered on the third ring, “Hello.”
“It’s Tavarus. Are you busy?” I asked.
“No. I’m in bed.”
“Can I come get in bed with you?”
“Come on,” she replied quickly. Tyhedra’s eyes opened wide.
“Leave the door unlocked,” I throw in.
“Okay. I’ll see you when you’re naked,” she said and hung up the phone. I smiled at Tyhedra, slowly pushed end, and gave the phone back to a not so playful Tyhedra.
“Just like that. Some woman is just gonna let you come over at one in the morning?”
“Just like that,” I said. “Never challenge me.”
“Okay, I get the point. Call her back and tell her you aren’t coming.”
I didn’t answer.
“I gotta go, Tavarus.” She turned toward the car with a kind of sad look. “You’re not really going over there, are you?” she asked as she got in the car.
I held out my hand. She accepted it and I kissed her hand. “Grady’s for lunch Monday?” I said, allowing her to wonder.
“I’ll be there,” Tyhedra said. She had the most bewildered look on her face. It was kinda funny. I turned and walked away quickly before she saw me laughing.
Chapter Fourteen
Tyhedra
As soon as the door closed, he punched me in the face and I dropped my purse. He hit me so hard that I saw a flash of light before I hit the floor. He picked me up off the floor and backhanded me. I would have gone down again, but he had hold of my dress. I heard it rip when he slapped me again. It was bound to happen sooner or later: That I would run into somebody that was just as crazy, if not crazier, than I was. He hit me again and I wondered if I was going to live through the night.
I was mad after I left Tavarus and his I-can-get-some-pussy-anytime-I-want routine, so I drove to nearest bar and went into my routine. I chose my prey and we headed for the nearest room. Only this time, I was the prey.
He grabbed my dress with both hands and ripped it off of me. He grabbed my hair and slapped me again. Then he ripped off my panties and backhanded me again. This time I stumbled and ended up on the bed.
That worked perfectly for him.
He dropped his pants quickly, pulled me up by my hips, and slammed himself into me. He was a well hung man; I would have enjoyed sucking his dick. I had chosen my prey well that night, except for the ass kicking I had just taken. He was fuck me harder now, but I had a feeling that the ass kicking wasn’t over.
Then he pulled completely out of me, stroked his dick a few times, then he spread my cheeks and stuck his dick in my ass. But instead of trying forcing it all in, the way he had with my pussy, this time he was gentle. He took his time and inched in and out slowly until he got it in. I had had anal sex before, and just like every other type of sex, I really didn’t get much out of it. But he was panting and moaning like my asshole was a little slice of heaven. “You like my dick in your ass, baby?”
When I didn’t answer, he punched me in the head. Since I didn’t like it, I started to tell him, but I knew that wasn’t the answer he wanted to hear. I knew how the game was played, but I’m usually the one calling the shots.
But not tonight.
Tonight I was prey. “Yes!” I yelled. “Fuck that ass,” I screamed, knowing that I had to get in the game if I was gonna win it. Whether I came or not didn’t matter. Before the night was over, this mutha fucka was gonna die.
“Yeah,” he said, and continued sliding in and out of me slowly. “I knew as soon as I saw your fine ass that you liked it rough.”
He pulled out of me and I crawled away from him on the bed. I didn’t know what his plan was for me. I didn’t know if he was just gonna kick my ass, fuck me, and let me go, or if he was
going to kill me when he was done. I looked over by the door and saw my purse. If I could get to my purse, I would have a chance.