A Red Apple (19 page)

Zeke grabs my thighs and flips me over. He pulls my ass up to his rock hard dick and plants my legs into his shoulders.
“Zeke please, I mmmm...” He smiles and then dips his dick into me going deep into places I never knew existed. “Please what?” He stares into my eyes with burning passion. He’s firmly rubbing up and down my thighs and stroking his manhood into me generously leaving no wall unscathed. “Yaassssss. Come on boss give it to me!” I’m all the way into it now. He’s slowly circling his hips making sure to stretch my pussy walls out of the frame. He grabs one of my ankles, bends my knees and begins to bite the pads of my toes. Each one of them, one by one but he never misses a stroke inside me. He then sucks each one and kisses then and does the same with my other foot. Feeling him deep inside me and watching him suck on my toes brings on that sensation again and I know I’m about to explode. “Zeke it feels so good,” I exhale in ecstasy. “Oh I know baby. I want you to wet this dick up. Come on Piper.” His mouth is slightly ajar and he looks so seductive. “UNNNGGGHHHHHH.” I bellow out as my entire insides feel as though they are pouring out of me.

Zeke is still rock hard and I just know I can’t go another round but something inside of me wants to jump his bones once more. He goes over to a chair and motions for me to come over to him. I walk over to him hesitantly and stand still before him. “
Take the boss on a ride.” I mount his erection and slide all the way down making sure to soak up every inch of him. “Ssssss damn this dick is good.” I slowly ease up and slide back down on his curvy pole. I’m making sure to hit my spot because I am very greedy at this point. “I took this pussy Piper! Take your frustration out on me.” Zeke is biting me hard all over my neck, my chest and my nipples sending me into a deep dark place. I’m getting off on this kinky sex and I’m mad at myself for it. So I begin to trot up and down on his dick like I’m possessed. “I hate you Zeke!” I growl. My eyes are rolling to the back of my head and I don’t know who I am anymore. Something else has taken over me, my inner goddess maybe? “You can…stop if…you want.” Zeke’s fingers are digging into the sides of my ass cheeks and I know he is about to burst. “I CAN’T STOP IF FEELS TOO FUCKING GOOD.” I scream out in pleasure. I give it to him harder and lean all the way back to take in all of him. “Zeke grabs my ass cheeks, lifts me up and begins to pound into me and I can’t hold it in anymore. We climax together and I fall into his arms breathing heavily.

“Piper I need you to tell me you understand why I had to do this to you?” Zeke i
s caressing the wounds he’s inflicted on my back.

I don’t say anything. I just lay there on his chest listening to the sound of his beating heart. This is the only confirmat
ion I have to prove he’s a human being. How could he do these horrific things to me and then ask me to tell him I understand? Tears roll down my cheeks and onto his chest but no sound is coming from my mouth.

“Why are you crying baby?” Zeke tilts my head up to look at him. “I had to teach you a lesson because you are always trying me. I don’t tolerate disobedience.”

“Why did you have to beat me to get a point across?” I am so hurt because the man I’m in love with relishes in torturing me.

“You talked to me out the side of yo
ur mouth and it was time to nip that shit in the bud. This nigga done made you lose your mind when you feel powerful enough to challenge me. That’s because he doesn’t put you in your place when he’s diggin’ in my pussy tryna’ fill a grown man shoes. I do this Piper and I make this shit look easy. I did that shit because I can and made you enjoy it. So the lesson here is do what the fuck I say… when I say… how I say and say yes to me or else suffer the consequences of the Rippa.” Zeke lights a blunt, takes a drag and blows smoke up in the air.

“So you will do this again? Do
you always beat women?” I can’t think of anything else to say.

“You’re the first one and I can’t say that I wont do it again. That depends on you Piper.”

My phone rings.

“Answer it on speakerphone and you better pray it’s not him
.” Zeke scowls.

“Hello,” I jump off of him and answer.

“Where are you baby? I’m worried to death. The probate is over and no one has heard from you or seen you.” It’s my mother.

“I feel sick mom.”
I say hunched over in pain because my fresh wounds are stinging.

“Where are you? I’m at your house. Do you need me to come get you?” She asks.

I look up at Zeke and he’s shaking his head no. I want my mother more than anything right now. I need her to hold me and rock me to sleep like she would do when I was a little girl. But I don’t have the luxury of making my own decision at the moment.

“No mom! I will be there later. There is a spare key under the welcome mat.” I kill the line. I power my phone off and toss it nowhere in particular. I look at myself in the large mirror
to assess my welts. I’m happy to find that the lashings are only on my ass and back. At least I can hide them easily. I look over at Zeke and he’s still burning his blunt with a look of satisfaction on his face. We stare at each other intensely for a moment.

“I hate that I love you Zeke.” I say to him from deep inside my heart.

“That’s what your mouth says woman.” He says rubbing both of his hands down my figure. “I listen to your eyes and they tell me how you really feel.”

             
“I want to be left alone right now. I’m changing into someone I don’t know and I need time to figure out who I am. I don’t like the woman who was staring back at me in that mirror.” I say pointing at the mirror I assessed my wounds in minutes earlier. “You’re bad for me Zeke and I don’t understand how you can’t see it.”

             
“I see it love. I told you that before remember? But you make me crazy sometimes and then I want to do unthinkable things to your body.”

             
“This isn’t my fault Zeke and you need help.” I scream.

“You are free to go. I’m done with you… for now.” He says.

He doesn’t have to say that twice. I throw my clothes on, tie my hair up, grab my belongings and get the hell up out of there. I don’t have my car so I call a cab and give him the address to where I left my Rover. I keep my composure throughout the duration of the ride. When we make it to my car, I pay the cab driver and leap into my truck. I feel safe enough to let my guard down so I recline my seat to relax. I feel violated but I can’t cry because I’m not sad, I feel quenched. I don’t know if it was the adrenaline, the confusion or what but my body responded in ways I would have never imagined. I have never felt so alive in my life and I want to relive the moment. However, I hate Zeke and I never want to see his face again. If I do… well… I will cross that bridge when I get there. I let the window down to take in the soft breeze and it glides perfectly over my sore body.

When I make it to my apartment, I park and sit in my car for a few moments to pull myself together. I can see that the living room light is on so my mother is definitely still inside. I am okay, strangely more than okay and this makes me feel like a weirdo or a freak. I want to be miserable damn it, or feel like a victim so I can run into my mothers arms and weep. ‘Damn you Zeke…I hate you…I hate you…I hate you.’ I say to myself. If it is the last thing I do, I will loathe him for what he has done to me tonight.

“Hey mom,” I say casually upon entering my pla
ce. “What are you still doing here?”

“I have been a worried sick about you baby. Where have you been? Your eyes are red and puffy, have you been crying?” My mother wraps her arms around me tightly. The friction of her embrace hurts my tender body but I know better than to react.

“I was with a friend, everything is fine.” I say calmly trying to keep up the front.

“What? Who? I thought you said you felt sick?” We are both sitting on my sofa now.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now mom. I need to get some rest and you need to get back home for you and dads anniversary tomorrow.” I remind her to take the heat off of me.

“Were you with him? Dr. James? I could hear a few whispers in the crowd about that possibility. I thought you told m
e you were done with that.” She already knows the answer to that question but she is looking for my honesty.

“People are always saying things about us mom.” I shake my head and chuckle as if to say it weren’t so.

“You and that man need to be careful Piper. The whole damn school knows about you two as if y’all are doing this dirt out in the open. Are y’all that damn crazy? Is he trying to lose his career over this?” My mother is pissed right about now.

I look
at the television as if it will provide me with answers. My mother has no idea how public we are and if she did I would probably be somewhere in hiding.

“Zeke and I are done, been done. He is not the man I thought he w
as and I’m with Carter. We had some things to hash out and now that we have, it’s definitely over.” I am adamant about the statement I am making. “I am going to bed and you have a flight to catch. I love you and stop worrying about me so much.”

“I will never stop worrying about you because you will always be my baby. Just be careful and get it together before your father hears from a little birdie.” My mother kisses me, grabs her purse and heads for the door. “I will make some calls to the regional director of DPS and take care of this mess.”

Spring Break in Puerto Vallarta

My mom had taken care of my absence at the probate two weeks ago. I came out unscathed and still a sister of DPS. I have had to tell the same cover story as to why I couldn’t make it over and over again. It’s becoming a nuisance. “I was terribly ill and had gone back home to see my primary care physician.” I have said this so much lately that it has become second nature for me to say it whenever anyone comes up to me and begins a sentence with, “What happened?” I have managed to steer clear of Zeke and block him from my cell phone. So far so good and I have no complaints.

Spring break has arrived. Courtney and I have just opened the door to our villa in Puerto Vallarta for the next few days. It’s everything we hoped for. Open concept, floor to ceiling windows,
bright and airy kitchen with a skylight allowing natural light to shine in, our rooms are painted turquoise and seashells decorate the walls. The beds are California kings with Mexican inspired comforter sets and more pillows than some people have in their entire homes. We walk outside to the deck and it’s covered in sand with 3 rocking chairs and a hammock. We are only a few steps from the beach and I can’t wait to go for a swim.

“This place is everything girl.” Courtney says with stars in her eyes.

“Let’s go to the beach.” I suggest.

“Bikini bottoms up.” Courtney replies eagerly and we head back in to throw on our swimsuits and grab a few essentials.

The weather is amazing. We are lounging on the beach, topless lying on our stomachs and sipping mojitos. Our view is priceless, a stunning clear blue sea with the sound of lapping waves and laughing vacationers trying to enjoy their spring break just like us. The golden sand and crystalline rocks are caught between our toes and the feeling is therapeutic.

“So are you going to tell me why you have welts on your back
Pipa?” Courtney has been asking me this same question for the past few days. The wounds have cleared up for the most part so I don’t see the big issue.

“Do you really want to know?” I take
a sip of my drink.

“Yeah that’s kind of why
I been askeen you.” Courtney replies sarcastically.

“Zeke did it to me.” I say carelessly but just hearing the words come out of my mouth furies me.

“Damn y’all into that kind of theen? I could never see you being into floggers and shit like dat.” She laughs.

“That’s because I’m not and I didn’t give him the go-ahead to do this to me. He just did it.” I feel relieved to finally tell someone.

“What? So he just beats on you and you not going to do nada about it? Estás loco chica tenemos que llamar a la policía?”

“Courtney English!
” I snap.

“I’m just
sayeen that we need to call the police. He can’t just hit you.”

“No I don’t want to deal with all of that drama.
Especially not out here because we are supposed to be having fun. Now, let’s go try to surf!” I challenge her with a smile.

“Fine then.”
She says. We both grab our wetsuits and put them on. “I will race you chica.”

We get our surfboards and take off running towards the beach laughing. We are yelling at the top of our lungs trying to beat one another. I am having so much fun, the time of my life really. Courtney and I jump into the water around the same time, winded from all of the horseplay.