Mr. Mysterious In Black (22 page)

And it was freaking amazing! Damn, I want to do that again. And again. And again.

My lips curved into a lazy smile.

“You look enervated,” he whispered. “Are you okay?”

Nodding, I stretched out my hands for him to come back to me. He grinned, obviously relieved at my answer, and mouthed, “I love you,” before climbing back onto the bed and settling between my leaden legs.

Placing his hands on either side of my head, he bent and kissed me softly, tenderly, gently, passionately. My nipples hardened at the new fire that kindled.

“Here,” Nelly held the packet out to me.

I frowned at it. But he kissed my lips once more and whispered, “I’ll show you how. I love the feel of a woman’s soft hands sliding latex over my throbbing dick.”

My throat moved in a gulp. It was only then that my eyes were drawn to his shaft. Or, should I say, riot baton. It was huge.
Holy
Shit!
Where the hell was that going to fit?

Nelly chortled at my wide-eyed expression. “You stretch. Don’t worry. I won’t hurt you.”

Assuaged I was not, for I found that very hard to believe.

“Now, I’ll teach you how to open and remove a condom. If you ruin it, no sex. Understand?”

I nodded.

“Hold it here in the center with your thumb and index finger,” he began, demonstrating to me as if I was in a hands-on sex education class. “Using your other hand, situate your thumb and index finger right here at the corner and tear. Don’t tear it off completely, just halfway. Then remove the latex.”

Nelly handed the packet to me and with shaky breath and deep concentration I did as I was told, making no errors.

A kiss was my award. “Good girl.”

“Now hold it at the tip and gently roll it unto me. Don’t let go of the tip until you’ve unrolled it completely.”

My eyes darted between his shaft and the condom dubiously.

“Do it, Sadie,” he pushed.

Taking a deep breath, I gingerly did as I was told, taking note of Nelly’s sharp intake of breath in the process.

I blinked up at him when I was finished and smiled a shy smile.

“Good girl.” He awarded me another kiss, a kiss that deepened and melded into a continuum of tongue-knotting passion. I squirmed and bowed beneath him as my folds soaked with new juices.

Nelly shifted his weight to one side, supporting himself on his elbow then ran his other hand leisurely down my heated body. His fingers trailed down into my damp curls, rubbing my bud and eliciting a moan from me, as I was eager to experience that exhilarative feeling again.

He slid a finger inside me, the intrusion stung a bit. Feeling awkward, because I have never had anything inside me before, I shifted on his finger.

“Keep still…” Nelly whispered against my lips, “…you’ll hurt yourself. I want this to be as painless as possible. When you get around the feeling of having my finger inside of you, bite my lip and I’ll insert another, okay? I’m preparing you.”

I answered with a nod, trying not to focus on the pounding tattoo of my heart.

Nelly slowly moved his finger around inside me and when I felt my body begin to quicken I bit his lip. Gingerly, he slid another finger inside.

I winced. But it wasn’t all painful; it just felt strange, as though his fingers didn’t belong there. But on some level, pleasurable. Nelly moved his fingers in and out and around. And I closed my eyes to savor the exquisite feel of his fingers inside me. Knowing that they were Nelly’s.
My Nelly
, touching me so intimately. I felt like crying—only because I was so happy.

All too soon his fingers were out, and he shifted above me, supporting his weight on his forearms. “Ready?”

I think so.
“Yes.”

His crest settled at my entrance as he brought his lips to mine and whispered, “Don’t stop kissing me.”

In reply, I moaned. Then I felt him, the tip of his crest, crowning. Slow and controlled. His mouth held mine in a kiss as inch by inch he tipped into me, and I mewled in his mouth at the burning sensation, but he ate all my cries, taking my mind away from the strange and intense pain.

Soon, Nelly was fully inside me, and my toes curled at the intrusion, my eyes screwed shut as I emitted stifled moans into Nelly’s mouth. He ate them all. Kissing away the pain.

He stayed still above me, allowing my body to acclimatize his interloping shaft. When I’d gotten around to the feeling of him being inside me, I bit his tongue.

Comprehending, Nelly began to move. Determinedly controlled, slow, steady strokes. The stinging, burning, abrasive sensation began to subside, being supplanted by euphoric pleasure. My tensed muscles relaxed into squirming need as he slid in and out of me.

Instinctively, I thrust my hips up to meet his.
Shit! That was painful.

“Don’t,” he scolded through a strained voice. “You’ll hurt yourself.”

Chastened, I obeyed, closed my eyes and allowed myself be taken over by the delectation of Nelly moving inside me. And then…it was about to happen again. My body grew more excited with each stroke. I cupped Nelly’s face and demanded more of his tongue.

My eyes slammed shut and I could no longer feel the bed beneath me, could no longer feel Nelly in my hands, could no longer tell where I was. Just afloat on puffy white clouds in nirvana as my whole body vibrated, reverberating with my emergent orgasm. The clouds fell away, and I detonated. Jerking and pulsing and crying out as I came. Ripples and waves of pleasure washing over me.

But all too soon, I’d fallen back into consciousness, becoming aware of Nelly’s incremented strokes and his muffled moans. As if losing all his control, he fell unto me when his elbows gave way and he grasped my face between his palms as he flexed in and out of me, his feral moans escaping down my throat. He kissed me as though he were trying to rip my tongue from my mouth, before tipping up my chin so he could feast on my neck. In one firm stroke, his body stilled above mine and I felt him sucking hard on my neck with a winding groan as his shaft pulsated inside me.

Soon his body relaxed, and he released my flesh from betwixt his teeth. It stung. Hurt, even. Nelly’s head fell into the curve of my neck, his breath ragged as he whispered, “Sadie… Sadie…I’m
dangerously
in love with you.”

But at that time my eyes were fighting a battle with sleep, and I lost.

My eyes fluttered open and I blinked into recognition of what and where. In Nelly’s bed I was, lying nude. But Nelly’s bed did not withhold him.

Nelly was absent.

Various parts of my body ached with mild pain. My neck—the love bites. Between my legs—my lost virginity. My lips—from endless kissing.

Around the dimly lit room my eyes darted. Where was Nelly?

I swung my weary limbs out of bed, and as I did I heard laughing and jeering outside the flat. Assumption was that the boys were under The Big Tree out in the yard smoking marijuana and spewing lewd jokes as usual. Maybe that’s where Nelly was.

I sought my cell phone and sent him a text.

Baby,

I’m awake.

I need more.

Please come back to bed.

Love you.

Noticing blood, evidence of my lost virginity, I made a trip to the bathroom, freshened up and padded back to bed.

For a passing half an hour, I lay in wait. No reply from Nelly.

Another thirty minutes crept by. Still no reply. Vigilant I laid, waiting to see my love return to his bed, to my arms, but he never did. The boys’ voices still chattered rowdily outside.

Deciding on dragging Nelly from their company and back into the flat myself, I quickly got dressed and went outside into the cold night air. I journeyed to the backyard where I was instantly hit by the pungent scent of marijuana; puffs of smoke emanated from where the guys lounged under The Big Tree. It was a bit dark, the only light being a weak shade from Nelly’s back porch, and the small fiery glows of their cigars and marijuana.

I scanned for Nelly as I walked towards them, but he wasn’t there. All members of the Nine Life Clique were present excluding, Darren, Larry and the head, Nelly. And I thought to myself that wherever Darren was, that’s where Nelly was. Darren was Nelly’s right-hand man.

Hesitantly, I asked, “Where’s Nelly?”

They all stared at me for a beat, before erupting into howls of laughter.

“Where’s Nelly? Where’s Nelly?” they jeeringly echoed.

I stared bewilderingly back at them.

Travis, the one who despised me the most, stood up from his chair and stepped forward. “I reckon he’s down by Mrs. Forrest’s ramming his cock into Tanya’s cunt.”

The boys howled into another fit of laughter. “Give it up, did you?” I heard one say.

Travis spoke again, “I goaded you yesterday so you’d finally give it up and stop holding out on m’boy.” Travis snorted in derision. “You didn’t actually think he’d stay with you, did you?” His eyes softened slightly and there was a hint of something less than hate in his eyes when he leaned over and whispered against my ear, “That’s what happens when you choose the wrong guy, sweet girl.”

Tears pricked at my eyes and I blinked them back and wrapped my hands around my, now internally heavy stomach.

Another guy spoke. “Nelly got wha’ he wanted. You’re of no more use to him. Time fo’ a new bitch.”

“He keeps returning to my cousin Tanya’s cunt. Seems to me he loves it there,” said another. “Run along home now lil girl. I bet that lil puss is on fire.”

To block out their vitriolic words, I placed my hands over my ears, turned on my heels and darted back into the flat. Snatching up my cell phone, I called Nelly’s number. It went straight to his voicemail. Refusing to believe what the guys had said, I dialed his number over and over again. But it was always the same result: Voicemail.

What choice had I, but to believe?

It was true. Everything Nelly has ever said to me was a lie. Lies, lies, lies. He. Did. Not. Love. Me.

My knees gave way and I fell to the ground, my hands wrapped tightly around myself as tears deluged from my eyes. In that position I remained, curled like a fetus on the ground, unable to stop my tears. The chattering voices outside quelled as the night progressed. And still, I cried on. Dawn broke. And still, I cried on. The sun rose. And still, I cried on.

Alas, I was soon drained, depleted, could cry not a drop more, for dry heaves had left my throat sore.

Reluctantly, I uncurled myself from the floor and plodded out of Nelly’s flat. In the sky, the sun shone bright; to my face its heat spoke as I walked dejectedly home. The neighborhood was quiet, as was customary on Sunday mornings. Soft gospel music leaked from a single house as I passed it. But no life, except mine, walked the streets. It was just me and my broken heart.

Dad’s cheeks were red with rage when I pushed my front door and entered the house.

“Start sleeping out now, Sadie?! Since you began seeing that cocky ass boy you’ve been acting like your grown…”

I dragged past my dad in his apoplectic state, caring not what he would do to me. I wished he
would
hit me. Put a bag over my head and suffocate me. Because I deserved to be beaten for being such an imbecile.
A complete lummox.

My legs mounted the stairs and I locked myself in my room, curled up in my bed and pulled the covers over my head. All my worst fears had come to pass.
I knew.
I knew this would’ve happened. I knew that once I revealed my love for him, he would leave me.

How could he have been so cruelly convincing? He’d professed his love for me in over fifty different ways. And it was all so he could get me in bed? How could I have been so dense? I forced myself unto him. Begged him to have sex with me. Handed my virginity over to him most willingly.

I refuse to believe this.

Nelly? No.

Nelly was too sweet, too kind, too gentle. Slow, passionate, ardent. Attentive and cautious. Excellent on self-control. Only for this outgrowth? He promised me he’d never leave me. He promised me he’d never hurt me. He said I was his everything. I just couldn’t understand why he would do this.

Are all men like this? Is this what love feels like?

No, it’s what a
heartbreak
feels like, you idiot!

For days, I laid in bed. Ignoring the banging on my door and the threats of my father. Dad had somehow forced his way in on the third day and came yelling all that was deaf to my ears. I didn’t budge, hoping he would do me some damage. But still, he didn’t hit me, when I most needed him to.
Oh, how I wished he would.

Food touched not my tongue. Water touched not my skin. School saw not my frame. All I did was cry and sleep. Cry and sleep. Eventually, I had to get up. As much as I wanted to, I wouldn’t drop out of school. Besides, mom wouldn’t allow it. She’d seen the love bites, calculated what happened, but she never forced me to talk about it. I’d told her everything anyways, because I figured, of all people, she would understand the cruelty of men.

It was the following week that I’d finally gotten it through my soggy brain that Nelly didn’t want me. All my tears and weakness were sucked from me and all I had left was strength. My
weakness
cylinder had drained down to ‘E’ and my
strength
cylinder, untouched, was on ‘F’. There was no choice but to utilize my strength fuel and start living again. So I’d showered and got dressed for school.

But it was on that day that my father chose to be his old self; he would empty my
strength
cylinder all by himself, leaving me with nothing. Nothing at all.

As I stood by my study desk in my bedroom packing my bag for school, my room door burst open, and in the doorway stood my father with a baseball bat in his hand. With his tall, muscled body, his hardened face and unlovable cognac-brown eyes, he was as frightening as he’d always been. “You want to be a
woman
, Sadie? Then I’m going treat you like one.”

There was nowhere to run to, so I closed my eyes as he charged towards me, and braced myself for the first blow…

One week after my battering, I was discharged from the hospital. I’d been comatose for forty-eight hours, and they’d kept me hospitalized for five days. I came out with fractured ribs, a broken arm, a twisted ankle, a battered face and retrograde amnesia. My being in a wheel chair had me befuddled, because there was no memory of how I ended up like that. It was when I got home that my mother told me the truth about what happened…