BOMAW Vol. 10-12 (216 page)

"So what you're saying is, you're using me just to fuck? Just to scratch you when you feel an itch?"

"Yeah, shit! What else you think? I don't need you for shit else!"

Samuel couldn't find words for the moment, shaking his head, finally finding his voice, he ordered, "Get your clothes on and get the hell out of my room." He growled.

Charlie laughed, dropped the towel, baring all, "I have to apply my lotion first, black skin is delicate baby, we don't wash and go, so if you will excuse me, I need to-..."

Pissed, he grabbed her by the arm, shoving her naked against the wall, cutting her off as he forced out through tight teeth, "What kind of game are you playing? I can tell you now, it doesn't look good."

"You better - let go of my - goddamn - arm ... you know I don't play that shit." She bit through clenched teeth.

"Make me, let go of your arm! You can play Ms Big Bad Mama out there, have everyone convinced how tough you are, but I'm the one that can handle you, remember? Or do I need to remind you? Don't forget, for all your tough front, you don't scare me Charlie, not one damn bit! So let's get something clear and now - ah ah ah - no struggling - I'm talking here, you're gonna listen."

"I said - let go - of my arm!" She demanded a second time, as if in warning.

"Go for it Charlie, reminders are good things, give me your best shot." He warned back, eyes inches from her own.

She glared harshly at him, trying to make up her mind to challenge him, standing naked as she was, she felt vulnerable enough.

"See, you're not as crazy as you would have people believe you are."

His words ignited her into action and they ended up in a brief, martial arts strike and defence struggle, that ended within moments of starting, with Charlie pinned and facing the wall, her arm twisted up behind her back, and Samuel pressing against her, applying enough pressure to hurt her just so, "Well? Any more moves? Give over, say it, say you give over!" He demanded.

"I'd rather you - break - my arm - before I give you - anything! I don't give a damn, break it!" She bit out, breathing hard. Regardless of what he did to her, she could never go against him with everything she had, in a way, it was the reason he could defeat her quickly - because it would mean forcing him to actually doing her serious harm to push him too far. She knew, as many knew, that he was exceptional when it came to physical combat. His moves and reflexes were as close to lightning speed as she'd ever seen, and while she could put him through the paces, maybe inflict some pain, he would eventually come out on top - and both of them would come out with a far greater injury in the end, to the heart, because there was a battle between them, that Charlie refused to call truce on - one that he could not walk away from. It didn't matter that she'd finally gone to bed with him, she used that to raise the stakes in punishing him. She hadn't forgiven him at all - and it showed.

"You throw those words at me, knowing I would never hurt you."

"Do it, or get off me!" She fired out, getting angry because she felt tears burning her eyes, and nothing made her so angry as tears daring to come to her eyes. She had sworn to never cry again from crying so much as a little girl, and then he'd broken her heart and she'd cried. Now, there he was again, touching her where it hurt.

He slowly, using pure strength, lowered her arm, bracing the moment she tried to snatch from him, he wouldn't let her, he controlled the entire motion of movement, until her arm was before her, pressed against her midriff, instead of behind, where his body now pressed at her back. He was erect, hard against her naked buttocks. Whispering in her ear, "Why do you keep fighting me Charlie? Huh?" He nipped her ear, grinding his arousal against her, "Fighting me when you know, you won't win."

As much as she hated it, she was getting wet, she was starting to throb, at that moment, all she could think of, was him spreading her legs, and then shoving his wonderful cock straight home, she tingled for it, clenching her nether lips in anticipation when he went for it, he was too hard not to. She flexed her buttocks back against the hard length, grinding back on it, "Who says I won't win - long as I get, what I'm wantin'." She panted unashamedly.

"What about what I want? Hmm, what about that?"

"I got what you want, right there for you, give it a lil'feel baby, see if it ain't ready for you." She coaxed breathing hard, eyes still moist from earlier tears, now forgotten.

Samuel smiled, reached his hand down before her, slowly moving over the soft skin of her lower belly, into the full nest of moist pubic hair and then lower still, until his fingers encountered the delicate flesh of her swollen heat, opening the folds to her slick wetness, inserting two fingers, he stroked her just right.

"Ssss oh yeah, see - see oooh yeah, rubbing it like that, oooh that shit feels good, you doing that right baby, you doing that - just right - ohhh that feels good..."

"I bet it does." He whispered, stopped rubbing, kissed her neck and backed away from her. "New rules to this game baby, I'm not your fuckin' play thing. You want me to take care of you, you respect me! Furthermore, you dare go any where else to get that seen to, don't you ever fuckin' come to me again." He turned leaving her there, in the bathroom, shocked, on fire, against the wall. Charlie couldn't believe it, turning as she leaned there, her body thrumming from need, she thought it was a game he played, "Sammy quit playing! Samuel!? Don't leave me like this!"

He looked back in at her, at her glorious body, she did look good, and he was aroused, but he had to make things clear here and now. "You that hot? That turned on? Fix it yourself! Like I said, no one else had better."

"Please Samuel?"

"No."

"How you gone be? I can't fix this like you can, come on now, quit playing." She pleaded, whimpering, really wanting him.

"No! You're gonna learn to treat me right, talking all that shit to me. Rolling your eyes at me, getting smart mouth, sarcastic all the damn time! Flirting with men in my face as if I'm some, to be shit on, peon. Nooo, Charlie, not I. Treat everyone else out there like that, fine - but me - when you bring it to me, you change your tune - or - don't come back to me. That's it. Now fix it, or get your ass in the shower to cool down, but no dick for you today, you don't know how to act!"

"Ain't you 'bout a trip! Fine! Be that way then, that's all right! You ain't the only dick in town!" She fired at him, angry, about to climb into the shower.

"Like I said, go to someone else, don't you ever come near me again, I mean it! And you know I mean it, choice is yours."

"Asshole! White ass! Honky! I'on like white men no damn way! And like yo'ass even less! Shit!" She fussed stepping back into the shower, turning it on cool, shouting out when the cold hit her hot skin. Yet, as she showered, she was wrecking her brain on how to get him in bed again. Just one more good session, then she could be herself again, she'd gone a long time in between before, and would do so again, right after, that is, she got it one more time from Mr. St. James - because what he put on her, had her daydreaming about what it would be like the next time. As far as she was concerned, he had the perfect cock, perfect for her anyway - not too big, just a slight bit over average, nice and thick - one of them cocks you could handle working all night long, all pleasure, no pain. She wanted it again, and what Charlie wanted, Charlie would get. "Huh, denying me - don't know who you messin' with, Mr. Samuel St. James, ain't settin' no rules here, no sir!" She grumbled from her cold shower.

*

Jeremiah lay watching the sun come up, Deidre snuggled up close to him, head on his shoulder as his hand stroked up and down her arm after their session of love making. She lay quiet for the moment, drowsy, her fingers running over his strong chest, the tips testing the texture of hair there. She couldn't think of a place she would rather be, than in his arms. While his breathing was now calmer, steady, he spoke little with so much on his mind. She wanted to ask him what plagued him, but was reluctant to break into the peaceful tranquillity they shared. Long moments passed before it dawned on him that she was still awake, quiet, stroking his brown skin.

"Hey, you all right?" He asked.

She smiled, leaning her head back to look at him, "Of course, why wouldn't I be?"

"You're so quiet."

"So were you, there's a lot on your mind, I didn't wanna talk to you if you were trying to figure something out."

Jeremiah smiled, "Hmmm, that's not very nice after all that good lovin' you laid on me." He leaned over, kissing her brow.

Deidre turned into him, hugging him, moving her body against his, "You hear any complaints from me? Besides, when you arrived yesterday, we've had little private time. Picked you up from the airport, to Shawn's, there half the night, back here-..."

"Good lovin' the rest of it." He finished, kissing her neck.

"Yeah, so - why complain?" She simpered.

His wonderful lips moved up the side of her neck, to her ear lobe, nibbling gently while his hand found her plump eager breast, the nipple beading tight and hard. "Why do I get this feeling, you'd be willing to laze the day away, doing this?"

"You have, something better you can think of - to do?" She moaned.

"You mean, right now? This minute?" He paused on his way to taking her nipple into his mouth, as if giving it thought.

She arched her back, dying for him to finish the direction he'd been going, "Ach - Jer'miah - mmm, please."

"Look at you, greedy little thing aren't you?" And brought her pleasure by finishing his journey, taking her nipple into his mouth, gently sucking it, his tongue working over the distended nipple. Taking it slow this time around, it was a couple of hours before they were done, with Deidre laying in complete satisfaction, sexual exhaustion. Jeremiah was the first up and in the shower; as he soaped up, the frosted door slid open for her to step in and join him, where they played and cleaned each other, kissing and touching, but done, for anything heavier.

Half an hour later, Deidre sat with her robe on, blow drying her hair, while Jeremiah ran out for their breakfast. He was back loaded down with food, his underarms loaded with newspapers. He was quick to set the table, take out all the goodies. "Charlie's up and about, met her on the way, leaving Samuel's room, going back to hers." He informed Deidre, grinning as he did so.

"I'm not at all surprised. They have an interesting arrangement between them now."

Jeremiah chuckled, shaking his head, "Best of luck to him." He drawled, filling her plate with her favorite breakfast fair. Fresh fruits, Brie cheese and Greek yogurt. "There you go my sweetheart, and a Perrier with half a lemon squeeze and dropped within." He informed her as he'd filled her glass with it, and squeezing a lemon that he dropped inside. "Enjoy."

"Thank you, perfect. You keep spoiling me like this, you'll come to regret it one day."

He sat before his steak and eggs, "Never madam, you haven't a bratty bone in your deliciously beautiful body. Besides, you need a little spoiling."

"Why thank you sir. So come on, tell me - why were you so quiet this morning? What was on your mind? A case? Or the investigation into the suicide of that young woman?"

"Latter - and I get a nasty feeling, there's something deeper, uglier going on - that some know about, but keeping hush hush." He started out.

"Emmm, how so?"

Jeremiah's eyes went to hers, "Your dad apart of any secret societies that you know of?"

Deidre inhaled deep and long, and exhaled, slowly eating her breakfast, "He probably is - I know he's a mason."

Jeremiah nodded, "That's to be expected, but I'm talking deeper, more secretive, emmm, ugly, heinous."

Meeting his eyes, Deidre answered as best that she could, "Let's face it Jer'miah, it's quite possible, my father is capable of anything, why?"

"It may be a coincidence, but in my search of the young woman's belongings, I found a very expensive bottle of perfume, very expensive - thing is - it was familiar to me, I have a feeling my mother had that fragrance, the scent hit me instantly."

"What's the name of it?"

"It's a French fragrance, be'JonVa - I checked into it, 1oz. $545, heard of it?"

Deidre smiled, again she sighed, then nodded her head, "Yes, a very long time ago, my mother wore it. I was very young, but you bringing it up, I can recall that once, well..." Deidre grew nervous, her eyes flitting from Jeremiah and back to her breakfast, "... she, my mother, caught - your mother taking a sniff of it, she was just, smelling it. My mother, yelled at her, accused her of trying to steal it..." Deidre went quiet, thinking back, seeing the two women standing in her mother's bedroom, "...my mother, full of disdain and arrogance, said to her, looking down her nose, "What do you think you're doing?" - your mother put it down right away, apologizing of course, saying how wonderful it smelled. My mother picked up the bottle, walked to the garbage pail and dropped it in, saying, "I think it stinks! Keep your hands off of my things and away from my perfumes. And walked from the room. And uh, your mother, of course, emptied the pail, and took the perfume from it. She was going to take it home, but - before she left, my mother - she knew - she knew that she probably had it. Oh she made a big deal out of it, accusing her of stealing from her. Your mother tried to explain what happened, my father stood between them. My mother wanted to fire her, but he wouldn't let her. And your mother, she - she gave the perfume back. Of course, she wasn't fired, because my mother was being a deliberate bitch. I told my father, in front of my mother, the truth, because I'd seen it, heard it - she'd lied. That was in the days when I think she resented that my father, would dare have any affair right under her nose. But of course, she'd been having them as well - but it was like, how dare he, even though she was doing the same thing? Insane!" She finished.

Jeremiah sat thinking about it, nodding his head and then, "My mother, had that perfume - she - wore it often."

"Which means, my father, purchased it for her - gave it to her."