Mr White Proposes (BWWM Interracial Romance) (6 page)

“
Oh honey,” Rita squealed.

“
Congratulations baby,” Estelle said as she quickly walked around the counter to embrace Natasha. “It’s about time I got me some great grandbabies,” she said as she held Natasha close. Natasha ‘s heart skipped a beat as Rita joined in the hug.

“
I told you guys I don’t want you making it a big deal,” Natasha said as she tried to wriggle away from the group hug.

“
I’m sorry,” Estelle said when they finally pulled away. “We’re just so happy for you,” she added wiping a tear from the corner of her eye.

“
Yeah, we are so happy,” Rita said as she and Estelle sat down on either side of Natasha. “So, where is the ring?” she asked looking at Natasha’s hands.

“
That’s the thing I need to talk to you guys about,” Natasha said as she put her fork down.

“
Did he get you one that you didn’t like?” Estelle asked. Natasha shook her head.

“
No, it was nothing like that. It was beautiful,” she said.

“
Then what?” Estelle asked.

“
Oh my God, you lost it,” Rita said her eyes growing wide.

“
No!” Natasha said looking at Rita. “It’s just that…” “…wait did you just say was?” Rita interrupted. “Did you tell him no?” Rita asked in surprise.

“
Natasha Black, tell me you did not break that sweet boy’s heart,” Estelle said sharply. Natasha’s face fell.

“
Not really,” Natasha said in a low voice. “I just didn’t say yes at that moment,:” she finally said. Estelle and Rita looked at her.

“
Why? Mitchell is by far the best man I know,” Rita said looking at her.

“
Why would you say no to Mitchell?” Estelle asked. She could almost feel her heart break. She had met Mitchell a few weeks before and to her, he was the epitome of a perfect man. She could not have wished a better man in Natasha’s life. “Did he cheat on you? Did he propose out of guilt?” Estelle asked again.

Natasha felt a tear threatening to roll down her cheek. “It’s nothing like that,” she said as she dubbed the corner of her eye using her index finger. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea,” she said to the surprise of her Nan and best friend.

“Why wouldn’t it be a good idea?” Estelle asked.

“
Our family does not exactly have a great record as far as marriage is concerned, Nan,” Natasha said looking into Estelle’s eyes.

“
So?” Rita asked jerking her around. “Does that mean that you’re like them?” she asked looking at Natasha in disbelief.

“
I mean, no offense Nan. You were married and you saw how that turned out,.” Natasha said obviously choosing Rita’s comment. “And mum and dad…” her voice trailed off as she shifted her glances from Rita to Estelle. “I am scared guys,” she said finally as the tear finally rolled down her cheek.

“
Baby,” Estelle said draping an arm around Natasha’s shoulder. “Any man who would think of leaving you is a damn fool and Mitchell is not so stupid,” she added with a smile.

“
Why do I feel like you gave daddy the same advice when mum left?” Natasha asked sniffing.

“
Because I did,” Estelle said before they all laughed. “But seriously, I hate white people and you know it. But Mitchell is another brand of white,” she added with a smile.

“
Yeah. Definitely not the same cloth your mum was cut from,” Rita said smiling at her bet friend.

“
So then, what should I do?” Natasha asked.

“
What do you want to do?” Rita asked. “Because at the end of the day it is all about you,” she added looking at Estelle.

“
The girl has a point,” Estelle said looking down at Natasha.

“
I love him. Really, I do,” Natasha said looking at her pancakes even though Estelle and Rita knew very well that she could not see them. “And I do want to spend the rest of my life with him. But does that really rely on one piece of paper?” She asked looking at Estelle and then at Rita.

“
Mitchell is traditional,” Estelle said. “That much I can say and I am sure he wants to make sure he does everything the way his parents would have wanted him to,” Estelle said.

“
Yeah and if you are so scared about marriage, didn’t his grandparents marry like sixty years ago or something?” Rita asked. Natasha smile and nodded.

“
Yeah and his parents have been together for 40 years now,” she said in a low voice.

“
Then you have nothing to worry about,” Estelle said as she slowly rubbed Natasha’s shoulder. “Now, eat up and come with us to the market. An extra eye wouldn’t be so bad,” Estelle said with a smile. Natasha smiled and picked up her fork. She still was unsure of what she was to do but getting it out of her chest definitely helped. She felt lighter already.

Mitchell was not so sure what he was feeling. It was anxiety, anger, something in between or both…maybe. Ever since he proposed to Natasha, he had only seen her thrice and two of those times were during work meetings. She had recently resorted to canceling almost every single date they had. He failed to understand why she would not agree to marrying him.

After all it was not like he was marrying her that very moment. He only needed to know that she would be there when he did and he intended for this to be soon. And anyway, not to sound too proud, there was one thing that he was sure of. Mitchell Schmidt was a catch. He had it all, the full package. Looks, package, the ‘other package’. Seriously, what did this woman want? If she loved him, she would have not taken this long…or would she?

He picked up his phone and scrolled down to her name.

Natasha, this is messing me up. How long should I wait before you are ready to talk?

He hit send and sat there staring at the phone. Almost a few minutes later, his phone vibrated.

We will talk when I’m ready.

“Ready?”
he thought. “
When will that be?”
he wondered as he typed on his cell frantically.

Could you maybe give me a time span so I know what I should be prepared for?

He looked at the screen and took a long deep breath before finally hitting send. He placed his phone on the couch next to him and took the remote. He flipped through the channels as his thoughts took complete control of his mind. He almost dropped the remote when the phone vibrated loudly against the leather covered couch.

I can’t really tell but I do know that I want to be with you. I do love you, that has not changed.

He smiled as he quickly typed in a
‘Then why are you avoiding me’
message. It was not long before his phone vibrated gain.

I’m sorry about that. I guess it’s just that seeing you disappointed in me is simply killing me slowly.

Mitchell felt a pang of guilt when he read her last message. He was a bit angry with her but he would never be disappointed in her. If that was the way she felt…shit. He could almost shoot himself if he had the guts.

Can I see you tonight? Maybe now, preferably now.

He hit end again and looked at the phone hopefully waiting for an affirmation text.

Be there in 20.

His heart almost skipped a beat. He felt as if he was courting her all over again. Wait a minute. Courting?
“Who even says that anymore?”
he wondered as he typed a reply.

Can’t wait.

True to her word, there was a knock on his front door. He quickly walked to the door and opened it. He looked at her perfect dainty face and pulled her close for a hug.

“
Why didn’t you use your key? Did you lose it?” he asked looking into her eyes after pulling away from her. She shook her head.

“
I guess I never even…” he cut her short by leaning in for a kiss. The kind of kiss you would only see at the end of cliché love story movies and read about in romantic novels.

“
I don’t care, I missed you,” he said when he pulled away.

“
I missed you too,” she said a she stepped aside. “Come on in,” he said. She slowly walked in and just then he noticed what she was wearing. A long pink mink coat.

“
Isn’t it a bit too hot for that?” he asked as she walked into the living room. She looked at him over her shoulder and smiled.

“
Maybe it is,” she said walking to the kitchen. “But then maybe it’s all in your head,” she added as she headed to the refrigerator. He slowly walked in after her and watched as she took out a box of apple juice. To his surprise, she lifted the juice to her lips and began taking long gulps without taking any pauses.

“
Are you okay?” he asked as she finally put the juice down on the counter.

“
Excellent,” she said as she put the juice back in the refrigerator.

“
So I was thinking we would talk…” Mitchell began before she slowly walked away towards his bedroom. “Tasha…Tasha!” he called as he followed her to the bedroom. He found her standing right in front of his queen size bed smiling as if she had just done the most normal thing in the world.

“
Are you sure you’re okay?” he asked. Natasha shook her head.

“
Perfect,” she said. “I’ve been reading these past few days,” she said looking into his eyes.

“
Okay,” he said looking at her confused.

“
Have you heard of E.L. James?” she asked. Mitchell shook his head as he looked at her wondering what she was up to. “Fifty Shades of Grey?” she asked. Mitchell suddenly snapped his fingers.

"That book on sex? Everyone's reading it now. I wonder why," he said rolling his eyes. Natasha smiled.

“It’s not about sex. It’s about dominance,” she said still looking at him.

“
About what now?” he asked looking at her still confused. “Tasha, I’m sure that it’s a really good book, maybe one that I’ll read one day. But right now I really need to talk about us,” he said as she slowly opened her coat.

“
Dominance, Mitchell. Sexual dominance,” she said as she slowly removed her coat. “I want to try it,” she added as he gasped, his eyes traveling down her body as the soft mink caressed her body. Whatever had happened to Natasha, his sweet loving girlfriend, he had no idea. The woman in front of him right now was something he would have picked out of the Playboy Mansion given a chance.

“
Did she really drive for two hours in
that
?”
he wondered as he looked at her body in a sexy maid costume. Actually there was no costume. Just a tiny bodice that made her waist look Dolly Parton small. The tightness of the bodice pushed her breasts upward giving her the most perfect cleavage. Her thighs were covered in fishnet stockings and on her feet were the longest heels he had ever seen.

He felt himself choke on his own words as she dropped the coat on the floor and slowly made her way towards the bed. Is cock was suddenly not the humble member anymore. It was now a raging animal, fighting to be freed. They were obviously not going to have any talking tonight.

“Did you happen to run in to traffic police?” he wondered as he stared at her. “Because if you did…” he stopped when she placed her index finger on his lips.

“
How do you feel about bondage?” she asked in a sweet voice as she pulled a bag from underneath her bed. His eyes grew wide and his skin pale when she opened the bag. There were spanking paddles, butt plugs, handcuffs, chains…you name it.

“
When did you even get all that under there?” he asked surprised. Maybe she had taken the Fifty Shades of Grey literature a bit too seriously.

“
That book was…I want it all, Mitchell,” she said looking up at him. “I want you to be my master,” she added as she began to slowly undo his belt buckle. He quickly pulled his t-shirt over his head and then placed his hands on hers. She looked up into his eyes and almost felt scared. The expression he had was one she had never seen in him before. He looked like a bull ready to charge. His normally brown, warm eyes were staring down at her in an almost sadistic manner.

“
Say that again,” he said looking into her eyes. She felt a thrill go through her body as the words rolled off her tongue.

“
I want you to be my master,” she said in a shy voice. She saw a small smile threaten to form at the corner of his mouth as he sat down next to her. He looked at the contents of the bag and smiled.

“
Let’s start a bit slower,” he said taking her hand. “Come, bend over my knee, you naughty girl,” he said as she lay on his knee, her bare buttocks exposed to him. She expected him to hold back but the rate at which he was responsive oddly turned her on, a bit too much actually. She felt his hand on her buttocks, slowly rubbing and kneading. She longed for him to spank her hard at that very moment. She yearned for the feeling of pleasurable pain, whatever that was. Her wish was suddenly fulfilled when he lifted his hand only to bring it back down ion her ass with so much force that she almost cried out. She whimpered as he slowly rubbed her other cheek as the first remained stinging from the immense slap she had just received. Even though it stung, she was surprised at how much delight it gave her. She felt her other cheek sting as Mitchell spanked her again, this time a bit harder than the first time. She found herself wondering whether the paddles would be this painful or pleasurable. She whimpered again as she felt him spank her again but this time, instead of giving her ample healing time, he just spanked her other cheek without any warning.