DUPPY

04. ᴘ ɪ ᴄ ᴋ - ᴜ ᴘ

My legs buck beneath me, my breathing raced and thoughts scattered.

He has me right where he wanted me.

Helpless and seeking every inch of pleasure he can provide.

A feeling that I almost hate. That feeling of dependence on his method of pleasure. A single move or none can have me vexed for hours to come and to be placed under that thumb has me a bit anxious.

Knowing that the frigga can ramp... and dangerously at that.

Just like I had thought and knew he had it up his sleeves. His fingers inch slowly and antagonizing down my damped skin.

Just as he's about to slide a finger so dangerously close to that spot I so badly want him at. His phone blares in the room causing a halt to his movements.

He pulls back and fleetingly, I grip onto his bare skin hauling him back to me. "No!"

We hold an intense glare for a quick minute before he unravels himself and heads towards his phone.

Without a second beat of my heart, I hoist myself up off the bed and saunter in the direction of the bathroom.

Whispers from Brandon take up space in the room. What sounds like an argument taking place.

I hiss loud enough for the other person on the other end of the phone to hear. Accompanied by my hiss comes the slam of the bathroom door.

His groan from my actions travels through the open cracks of the door meeting my ears causing me nothing but joy.

So them used to antagonize me.

The late nights and early mornings that he would be kotched up underneath them and all of a sudden once a gyal can hear mi voice har breathing becomes heavy like horse.

My blood used to boil...so now a gyal a get back the same treatment.

I take my time making sure every inch and crease of my body is properly washed of the nasty that went down.

My wash became even more slow and precise when the pacing of Brandon could be heard outside the door.

Not once did he open his mouth to tell me to hurry but I could feel his tense and hurrying demeanor despite the layers between us.

Done. I walk out into the room to see him tugging on his shirt.

Our eyes meet, his falling a little to capture a glance of my exposed breast before they travel up back to my eyes.

"Work or Home?" He asks and I move towards the bed. "Home," I answer and I hear him hum.

Both teasing and slowly, I tarry moisturizing my skin. It takes me about 20 minutes just to get ready.

Laying Doomscrolling on his phone, Brandon lifts his head with a smirk on his face. "Yuh satisfy yuhself yet?" he asks and a smile slowly rises on my face.

Eyes crinkled, I nod. "Glad yuh know!" I add and he snorts standing.

He extends his hand for me to take and I take one last glance around the room before walking out.