*Sooooooo sorry for the delay! I was having a little bit of writer's block mixed with randomly getting sick and it was just all downhill from there lol But I pushed through to get this out to y'all! It's a shorter chappie but I'm working on the next one as we speak! Thank you for your patience! Love y'all 🫶🏼😘 -Rae *
+Phoenix+
His warm, soft lips traveled from my shoulder to my neck, to just below my chin, leaving an invisible line across my skin. I tingled in every place they touched me as he moved from one spot to another, teasing me and testing my resolve. He sat at the edge of his king sized bed, littering my chest in hot, wet kisses as his heavy hands firmly grasped my waist like he was scared to let me go. Like he thought I would vanish into thin air if he did. Pulling me closer to him as he lifted his head, he stared into my eyes with such raw desire, I could hardly keep eye contact. I'd never felt this wanted, this yearned for in my life... but the doubt clouding my mind still questioned if it was genuine. He'd just fucked someone else days before. Had he looked at her then the same way he was looking at me now?
"Tell me what's wrong, babygirl," his deep voice rasped, making the same request he'd made several times before, yet again.
So far, I'd managed to hold it in. To push away my hurt feelings and deny him the opportunity to pull me back into delusion. I didn't want to make another fool of myself, believing we could have something real. Confusing his lust with actual feelings for me. He just wanted sex. Another meaningless night of passion and fun and no-strings-attached pleasure. After what he'd done to me in the back of his limo, I had every stupid inclination to give it to him. But I wouldn't be stupid enough to give him access to my heart. Not again.
"Nothing," I answered, shaking my head as I stared back at him and tried to convey nonchalance. He smirked, his gaze dropping to my lips before he spoke.
"You like being punished, don't you?" he questioned. I felt his hands slowly migrate toward the zipper of my dress as he awaited my reply, sending tingles to all my nearby nerve endings.
"Depends on the punishment," I replied, tracking his movements as his fingers pulled at the tiny piece of metal that kept me clothed. The skintight fabric around me grew noticeably looser, falling past my shoulders and unleashing my curves as it fell to the floor.
"Fuck's sake, Phoenix," he blurted as his wide eyes raked over me.
I'd originally planned to take Damien's advice and reward Tyson with a night to remember. Not just with my mouth as suggested, but with a meticulously planned series of toe-curling, soul-snatching activities. It only made sense that I would also dress for the occasion and ecstatic to make another sale, Taj happily pointed me toward his selection of undergarments. He'd actually handpicked the skimpy, black ensemble I currently wore but unfortunately, I no longer felt Tyson deserved the night I'd planned for him or the crotch-less one-piece I had on. I honestly wanted to take it off but I knew he'd end up enjoying that which still felt too much like a reward. As his gaze hungrily traveled over my body, taking visual inventory of every inch of me, I inwardly scoffed at the realization that he'd still be rewarded either way.
"What?" I questioned, pretending not to know the effect I was having on him as I took a step back to kick the dress away from my feet. The action pulled me away from his grasp, unintentionally giving him a better view and if it wasn't the look in his eyes, the growing bulge in his pants was a dead giveaway of just how effective I'd been.
"I just assumed you weren't wearing any panties when I... Baby, why didn't you say something?" he spoke, interrupting one thought with another in his haste to make sense of what he was seeing. I shrugged, looking down at myself and back up at him without a word. I'd rather be silent than explain my now cancelled plans of rocking his world. I'd be forced to oblige his repeated request and I just couldn't give him the satisfaction. I wouldn't.
"Come here," he spoke again, his eyes meeting mine and staying there as I slowly closed the distance between us. Instead of wrapping his arms around me again, he stood to his feet, towering over me as I looked up at him.
"I know you're upset, whether you want to admit it or not. I can feel you putting up a wall between us," he started, slowly unbuttoning his black dress shirt as he continued, "But I'm not going anywhere. Your stubborn ass doesn't scare me."
My body temperature rose as I watched him unveil the dark, taut skin stretching over his chest and abdominal muscles. I couldn't recall ever seeing a body so sculpted and defined in real life and I assumed he had to live in the gym for a physique like his. He was like a dark chocolate candy bar come to life, carved from Godiva, and I licked my lips with the sudden desire to taste him everywhere my eyes could see. I'd caught my first glimpse at his body just this morning after his shower, even held it in my hand. But there was something ridiculously seductive about watching him undress himself right in front of me. He was capturing my undivided attention with the simplest gesture, using my arousal against me for the second time tonight like some kind of sensual hypnotist.
"And you can keep pretending you don't care, but you're acting this way because you feel something for me. You're just scared to admit it. To let it happen," he accused, pulling the bottom of his now unbuttoned shirt from his slacks and revealing his v-line as he removed it completely. He tossed it to the side before pulling at the buckle of his belt and stepping closer. Using his other hand to grab my chin, he lifted my head to meet his darkened gaze and my dirty thoughts were put on pause as he watched me intently.
"But this is happening, Phoenix... no matter how hard you fight it."
The authority in his voice as he held my eye contact both aroused and winded me. He was seducing me and reading me for filth at the same damn time and I absolutely resented his ability to do so. It was proof that he really did know me. That I'd actually fucked around and let him figure me out. And his unwillingness to let me push him away, even with the knowledge of all my trauma and brokenness, pointed to the possibility that he might actually feel something for me too... but I just couldn't be sure. He hadn't said anything about his own feelings, just that he knew about or assumed to know mine. That didn't mean he felt the same way, nor did it mean he had any intention to. All it actually meant was that I needed to do a better job at hiding my emotions.
"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm not fighting anything," I countered, keeping up my resistance. He scoffed, removing his hand from my chin and whipping his belt from around his waist in a fast, rough motion. I almost thought he was about to hit me with it as frustration quickly spread over his features like wildfire, but instead he dropped it to the floor, his pants and boxers following right after.
"Have it your way, then," he all but growled before lifting me off of my feet with one arm and spinning around to toss me on the bed. I was winded yet again as he climbed on top of me, his lips covering mine in an instant.
Our usual feverish kisses were already enough to drive me crazy but Tyson's aggressive behavior was pushing us into completely new territory. He was in full control as he kissed me deep and passionately, pressing his fully naked body against my half-naked one. I gasped as I suddenly felt his length against my exposed lower lips, creating the kind of friction that would start a flood instead of a fire. As he sucked and nipped at my neck and chest between wet, tongue-filled kisses, his hips moved against me in a slow rhythm, simulating what was to come.
After teasing me for a few more painstaking moments, he planted one of his hands between my thighs and used his long, thick fingers to play DJ on my turntable. My moans were uncontrollable as he spun my record over and over like it was his favorite song. You'd have thought he was trying to make my pussy go platinum the way he had me singing his praises on repeat. Just as I felt my breath about to vacate my lungs, he stopped, pulling his hand away and looking me deep in my glazed over eyes.
"You're so fucking beautiful... but so damn stubborn," he huskily stated, staring at me for a few seconds before he sat up and stood to his feet, leaving my line of sight. My breathing was ragged as I stared at the ceiling in a mixture of unfulfilled pleasure and angry disbelief.
There's no way he just got me all riled up to leave me hangin... no actual fuckin way!
"I got something for that, though," I heard his deep voice announce, immediately shutting up my silent protest right before my whole body shifted to edge of the bed. Both of my legs were lifted into the air and tossed over each of his shoulders as he came back into view and he stood over me, biting his lip as he positioned himself at my opening. His dark brown eyes never left mine as he slowly entered, his size making me feel like a virgin all over again.
"Tyson! Oh my god! It's too big!" I gasped, trying my best to relax as I felt him slide his way in, little by little. I'd had my fair share of sexual partners and dealt with less than a handful of well-endowed men, but he by far topped the list. I just knew he was about to reach places in me that no other man ever had or could as I stretched around him.
"You can take it, babygirl," he encouraged, groaning and kissing my inner thigh as he continued to slowly push forward. Eventually, he was able to fit all of himself inside me and the sensation of fullness alone was enough to send me over the edge. Still, I did my best to hold off, anticipating his strokes and hoping to last until he was just as close to coming undone as he already had me. Gripping his bedsheets at my sides, I braced myself as I stared up at him, breathless and ready to submit as he began to move his body against mine.
"My god, Phoenix... I swear I'm not pulling out," he gruffly stated, eyes fluttering closed as his grasp on my thighs tightened. Slow, careful strokes gradually turned into quicker, deeper ones, eliminating my ability to even think straight enough to veto his decision. I'd likely regret it later but in the moment, there wasn't a smaller fuck in existence that I could give.
"Tyson!"
He rotated his hips in a series of circles, making lengthy and lasting impressions on my insides. Poking and prodding at me with precision, every stroke was more mind-blowing than the last and I had no words. Just moans and curses as I tried to cope with the euphoria attached at the end of his every thrust. He was fucking me like he meant it, like he had a point to prove, and it was everything I feared it would be. Perfect. Addictive. Murder-inspiring. How the fuck was I supposed to stay mad at him now? It was a guarantee that every time I got mad at him moving forward, I'd remember this moment and go soft as cookie dough. And as he finally opened his eyes, peering down at me like a hungry predator at his precious prey, it was clear he knew that shit too.
"You feel so fucking good, babygirl," he spoke, leaning forward and placing a hand on my stomach, adding a bit of pressure. The slight change in position somehow allowed him to slide deeper and hit a spot I never even fucking knew was there and I couldn't help but cry out as he drove himself into it over and over again.
"Fuuuuck! Tyson, please!"
"Shut up and take this dick," he ordered, sending a hard smack to my ass as he kept going. The pain that usually came from his heavy hand was overshadowed by the immense pleasure of his long, deep strokes and his words were the icing on the cake as they sent me into orbit. He really was the only man who could tell me what to do and in moments like this, I definitely fucking preferred it.
"You must have forgot. You don't get a say-so when it comes to my pussy," he scolded me, leaning even further forward as he placed both of his hands on the bed. Yet again, he'd found another spot I didn't know was there and poked at it to his heart's content as I lost my mind.
"Oh my god! Why are you fucking me like this?!" I begged, reaching up and clinging onto his biceps as he continuously rose and fell into my depths. I didn't actually expect him to answer me but apparently it didn't matter as I'd opened the exact door he needed to restart the conversation he'd wanted to have all night.
"Because you're fucking hard-headed. Because you can't just answer a question when I ask it," he stated, giving me another dose of quick, hard strokes before he pulled out and gestured for me to turn over.
I took a second to catch my breath before flipping onto my stomach, and because we were on the edge of the bed, I assumed he wanted me in doggy. When I got in position, he smacked my ass again in confirmation, the pain still not fully registering as my body was flooded with endorphins. He smacked it a few more times as he guided himself into me, sliding deeper than I'd ever felt someone go before and starting out with slow, steady strokes. After a few moments, he picked up speed again and catapulted me into another state of mindlessness. His large hands gripped my hips as he dug me out and I did my best to match his thrusts by throwing it back.
"Shiiiit!" I moaned, feeling all the telltale signs of my impending climax. My breath was harder to catch and my toes were beginning to throw up gang signs as my body tensed in anticipation.
"You done being so damn stubborn?" he asked, picking up speed and leaning forward to grip my neck as he felt me about to reach my peak.
"Mhm!" I answered, reaching back to hold his arm for leverage and stability as I began my descent into full blown madness. He slammed into me faster and harder before replying.
"What did I tell you about that shit, Phoenix?!" he scolded me again.
"Yes!" I corrected myself, remembering his preference for words over sounds. At this point, he could've asked me whatever he wanted and I'd answer however he preferred as long as he didn't stop pushing my crazy button.
"That's my good fucking girl. You done being mad at Daddy?" he questioned, slapping my ass and picking up speed again.
"Fuck! Yes, Tyson!" I shouted, feeling those familiar tingles sprout all over my body. I couldn't help but clench tighter around him as my orgasm rushed to the forefront, assuming control of my reflexes. He suddenly switched up his movements, choosing to go from fast, hard strokes to slow, deliberate ones as he pulled me toward his chest, making me lean against him as his hand circled my throat.
"Say it, Phoenix. Tell me you're fucking done," he demanded, kissing my face and neck as he continued long-stroking me from behind. He'd wrapped the other arm around my waist to hold me in place, making me cling to it as I took every girthy inch.
"I'm done, Daddy! I swear, I'm fucking done!" I cried, feeling my stomach muscles contract as pleasure wracked my entire being. I was cumming so hard, I literally twitched in his arms as wave after wave hit me over and over.
"Shit, I'm about to cum, baby," he choked out, his grip on me tightening as I felt him tense behind me. He then went still and quiet, cursing under his breath before he deeply sighed and kissed my shoulder. I felt something wet drip down my thigh as he continued to hold me in place, breathing heavily.
"Fuck, I have never cum that hard in my life," he spoke through soft kisses and labored breaths.
"Me either," I admitted, huffing just as hard. When he finally loosened his grip, I fell forward on the bed, spent with exhaustion. He was right behind me, falling forward and laying on my back as we both tried to regain our strength.
"Are you ready to talk now?" he asked after a few minutes of comfortable silence and I sighed, too exhausted to fight him anymore.
"Fine."
He lifted his body off mine, leaving the bed and walking to what I'd previously guessed was the master bathroom. My hunch was confirmed once I heard the sound of running water and then moments later, his footsteps heading back in my direction. I suddenly felt a warm, damp towel make contact with my lower half as he carefully wiped away the evidence of our reckless decision and once he was finished, he returned to the bathroom. After a few minutes, he climbed back into bed, laying on his back before he pulled me on top of him, encircling me in his arms and kissing my forehead. I tilted my head to look up at him as his eyes searched mine for the millionth time tonight.
"Tell me what's wrong, babygirl."
I took a deep breath before pouring out my heart.
"I didn't like that Sonya was the one to tell me you'd slept with her. It was embarrassing and triggering, to be honest. I'd told you about everything in my past, both distant and recent, including everything concerning Zo. I even told you about how I almost slept with him when he first came back around, so I guess I just assumed that if you actually cared about me, you'd have done the same. When she caught me off guard like that, it occurred to me that maybe you didn't and... it scared me... so I reacted by pushing you away before I got hurt," I confessed, finally putting all my vulnerable thoughts into words. He was silent for a few seconds, watching me as he processed them.
"Thank you for finally telling me how you feel. But Phoenix, I didn't say anything about Sonya because truth be told, I'd completely forgotten about her. I know that might sound bad, but I never had any feelings for her so it wasn't something that even came to mind to bring up. She wasn't an ex-girlfriend or anything significant, it was just meaningless sex and somebody to invite to an event when I needed a quick plus one. She was convenient. And even if that makes me sound like an asshole, that's honestly all it was," he explained, his deep voice soft and cautious as he stared into my soul.
I knew he was trying his best to be sincere but something inside myself still hesitated to give in. I wasn't all that worried about whether or not he had feelings for Sonya. I'd watched him not give a fuck about her feelings the entire dinner so I wasn't concerned about that. My fear came from the fact that I had feelings for him which he had yet to validate. And honestly, hearing how little he cared for a woman who he'd been sleeping with and spending time with on a regular basis was beginning to make me question if he was even capable of it. He'd admittedly never been in love with a woman before. Had that been a choice, circumstance, or simply an inability? And furthermore, if he was capable of using and then discarding the other women he'd dealt with, with so much ease, what did that mean for how he might end up doing me? Did I wanna be brave or stupid enough to fuck around and find out?
"Tyson... I'm not upset because of Sonya," I spoke, sitting up as I realized I wouldn't be able to have this conversation while laying on his chest. I straddled him instead, momentarily self-conscious about how heavy I might have been on top of him until his hands settled at my hips. His caressed the exposed skin of my upper thighs with his thumbs as his thick, perfect eyebrows pulled together in confusion.
"But you just said-"
"You didn't hear me, though. Sonya isn't the problem, you are," I interrupted him, already defensive as I'd anticipated the dismissal of my feelings. He sighed, pausing for a second as he watched me intently.
"Baby, if I'm not hearing you, it's not because I don't want to. Maybe it's just your choice of words. Can you try to rephrase it for me?" he questioned, his thumbs resuming their slow, soothing movement as he patiently waited for a reply. Something in my chest tingled as I stared back at him.
"I... I don't know..." I trailed, unsure of what had just happened or how to respond. I don't know what I was expecting him to say but it sure as hell wasn't that.
Truthfully, I'd never had a man speak to me in such a gentle, reassuring way. As much credit as I like to give Zo, he never would've said anything like that. It was more likely that he would've taken my words personally and told me I was tripping or said something cliché like 'Well, I can't read your mind, Phoenix!'. But that would've turned into a whole other argument, getting us absolutely nowhere until one of us eventually just gave in and apologized. The problem itself would end up being ignored, never actually getting solved, and we'd inevitably have the same argument on different day.
But Tyson wasn't arguing with me.
"Just try. However many times it takes, I'll sit right here and listen until I get it," he promised, tucking one of his long arms behind his head and getting comfortable as he watched me expectantly.
I stared back at him and his flawless features in awe, slowly coming to the realization of just how unhealed I actually was. He might not have ever been in love before but his communication skills were miles ahead of mine, my laundry list of exes be damned. It was ridiculously ironic given the fact that I'd just been questioning whether or not he could even handle a relationship, judging
him for his lack of experience. But I was the only one I should've been worried about as my extensive history of bullshit relationship after bullshit relationship had clearly left behind some terrible habits. He'd just humbled me without even knowing it and I was gagged to say the least.
"Umm... okay..." I trailed, slightly embarrassed as I tried to think of a different way to say the same thing. When I finally found the words, I did my best to give back the same gentle energy he was giving me.
"Tyson... it's not that you slept with her. We weren't and aren't together, nor were we even on speaking terms when it happened so you honestly could've fucked whoever you wanted... It was just hard to hear because I thought you'd told me everything. It felt like a deliberate choice not to mention her or how recent it'd happened. Like you'd kept it from me because... you didn't feel for me... what I was starting to feel for you..." I said, avoiding his eyes as I spoke. When I finished, I found the courage to met his gaze again and watched as he cracked the smallest smile, grabbing my hand and bringing it to his lips before he replied.
"Thank you for trying again. I understand now what you're saying and I'm sorry that I wasn't more clear about my past when we discussed it. Moving forward, I promise to make sure you know everything so that you're not ambushed with information like that ever again," he spoke, softly kissing the back of my hand before he continued, "But let me be very clear, Phoenix... the way I feel about you is incomparable to any other woman I've ever met. I'm not a psychic so I can't predict the future, but the one I'm looking forward to most certainly has you in it and I don't ever want you to second guess that again. Do you understand?" he firmly stated, placing more soft kisses on my hand as he kept his eyes on mine.
His words were like insecurity kryptonite as all the fear that I'd bottled up inside myself, drained from me in seconds. His soft but persistent gaze had me captured as a warm, buzzy feeling spread through my whole body, damn near making me dizzy. He'd said it. He'd confirmed that I wasn't in this alone. That my feelings were warranted and most importantly, mutual... and I could finally breathe. I didn't even realize I'd been holding my breath this entire time until my entire being exhaled.
"Yes sir," I quietly replied, fighting the fat grin threatening to spread across my stupid face. I was back to feeling like a teenager all over again—this time finding out her crush liked her back—and once again, it felt childish and stupid to be this giddy... but I was happy. So fucking happy.
"Good girl. And one more thing, Phoenix... As amazing as it was, let that be the last time I have to fuck an answer out of you," he warned, pulling me forward with the hand he'd been kissing to bring my face closer to his. I leaned over him, watching his eyes go dark with lust again as they zeroed in on my lips. I smirked, licking them as I decided I could definitely go for another punishment.
"But where's the fun in that?"