Pointe of No Return: Giving You All I Got (11 page)

Once Unc closed the office door, he made his way back to the front of the shop and out of the door with a cigarette in his hand and the special phone that Papa bought for him only when it was an emergency or he needed to get in touch with him ASAP.

On the second ring, Papa answered. “What’s up?” Papa asked, hoping he wasn’t calling with bad news.

“Not shit youngin’, Demi is up here. I put her in the office,” Andre told his nephew.

“What is she doing up there?” Papa asked.

“I didn’t ask, she mentioned she was supposed to see you today,” Andre said.

“I’m out of town,” Papa said, knowingly.

“Well hell, I know that, but apparently she don’t,” Unc chuckled.

Papa said, “Just hold it down for about two or three days.”

“Gotcha. And she got a bruise on her face, look like she got slapped.”

The line went silent. Andre knew his nephew was probably seething.

“Tell Demi I’ll call her later, let me wrap this up. You can give her the key to the house. I’ll try to get there as soon as I can,” Papa said, and hung the phone up. He was ducked off in the country with Sean.

“You good bruh?” Sean asked.

Papa tossed the trap phone into the side pocket of the cargo pants he wore and said, “Yeah, let’s get this over with.”

He didn’t like worrying about Demi and the one thing he felt secure about was her lifestyle. Papa didn’t have to worry about Demi getting knocked over the head or something bad happening to her because if she wasn’t with him she was at practice or home.

Demi didn’t hang out and when she did it was nothing more than a shopping trip and dinner with her girls. She didn’t go out, rarely indulged in alcohol and the few times he did allow her to smoke were when they were at the crib chilling.

Papa just hoped that whoever the fuck put their hands on her was prepared to deal with him. Outside of his uncle and team, Demi was the one person he didn’t play about.

“So, who is this bitch?” Papa asked Sean, getting back to business.

“Some hoe Nasir used to fuck with. He wants her to start working with us,” Sean told him.

“With us or for us, ‘cause it’s a big difference?” Papa asked.

Sean shrugged his shoulders.

“So what the hell are we supposed to do?” Papa questioned.

“He wants the nigga she fucking with dead,” Sean said.

Papa looked at Sean. “Killed? For what, man? Nasir tripping, I’m not getting caught up in this shit,” Papa said. 

Sean laughed. “You getting soft.”

“Nah that’s what we got Sasha for,” Papa said.

“True, true,” Sean agreed.

Papa wasn’t in the mood to be pulling his trigger. He had a lot on his mind right now. One of the main things was Demi buying a pregnancy test and not thinking he would see it in the trash. That was almost a month ago and although they hadn’t really been spending much time together because her parents had been tripping, they still communicated daily and not once did she bring it up.

Papa wasn’t ready for kids and before Demi he had done a great job using rubbers, but the way her pussy was set up, all rare and what not, he couldn’t bring himself to use protection with her.

Without a doubt, Papa knew Demi was all his by the way she lit up when she saw him and clung to him when he was digging her guts out. Even the way she said, “Goodnight baby, I love you”. Papa had no worries that Demi was his main thing and at this time she was his one and only.

Papa was hoping and praying they were still just one and one, without producing another person. She had too much to look forward to and Papa knew nothing good would come from her being pregnant.

A text to his phone from Demi herself snapped him out of his thoughts.
“Please call me or come get me. We have to talk. Miss you. Love you.”

Papa laid his head back on the headrest. He wasn’t ready to return to her yet.

7

“I don’t understand why you’re mad at me, I’m not even pregnant!” Demi cried.

Papa was so tired of hearing her cry. They went from being this in love couple on cloud nine to her getting on his nerves.

“Papa!” she shouted his name.

He sat on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands. “What I’m saying is we need to be more careful and you need to tell me even if you think you pregnant. I don’t want no damn kids,” he told Demi.

Demi shook her head. “Thank you for telling me that for the tenth time today. I hear you loud and clear.”

Papa turned around and faced her. “I didn’t mean it like that. I’m just saying, we both got shit going on and we need to stay focused.”

“Why you kicking it like I’m trying to trap you?” she asked.

Papa laughed. “Kicking it? Yeah, you been around me too long.”

Demi didn’t laugh because she wasn’t in a comical mood. She felt like Papa had just tried to play her and she didn’t appreciate it at all.

“I’m about to go,” she told him.

“Go where?  It’s Saturday night,” he said.

“None of your damn business!” she cursed.

Papa was starting to think that maybe everyone in his corner was right, he wasn’t any good for Demi.

Demi was changing. She cursed now, smacked when she ate her food, and as much as she wanted to deny that her ass was getting fatter and those hips were spreading, Papa saw it clear as day and he blamed himself.

Demi didn’t hang with her friends anymore, nor did she do any of the things she used to blow him off for when they first met.

“I think you should take your dad up on his offer,” Papa said, knowing an argument was coming after he blurted that out. He was in for a big surprise when Demi told him she agreed with him.

“Word? When was you gon’ say something then?” He was now pissed the fuck off.

“Whoa, hold on now, don’t tell me you’re mad because I agree with you?” she asked.

“I ain’t got time for this shit. Get out then.” He looked around the room for his pants. He didn’t have to be with her on a Saturday night like a lame.

“I’m confused,” Demi said.

“I bet you are. Just do you, Demi. Apparently that was your plan this whole time. How I don’t know you didn’t get an abortion?” he asked.

Demi wasn’t in the mood for this at all. One thing she was noticing about Papa was that he didn’t like the finger pointed at him, or manning up for any of the things that came out of his mouth.

“You’re a joke,” Demi said. She hoped he left because she was tired from practice this morning and didn’t feel like driving, nor did she feel like getting out of the comforts of Papa’s warm and fluffy bed.

“Nah, you the joke,” he said.

Demi didn’t bother going back and forth with him, she lay back down and got comfortable in the place she deemed as “her spot” and closed her eyes hoping Papa’s ass left in peace.

“So for real, quick question for you, Demi. Are you telling me you wanna leave? You don’t wanna be here with me?” Papa asked.

Demi detected the rejection in his voice, but she didn’t understand why he sounded so sad when he was the one that suggested she take her father up on his offer to purchase her a condo or house in the city.

Her mother had put her foot down about Demi no longer being welcome in the home she grew up in as long as she was dealing with Papa.

Demi didn’t expect her daddy to take up for her because he had always followed her mother’s orders, but she knew it was because he had his own heap of shit he was dealing with, but Demi had turned a blind eye to her father’s foolishness.

She knew he felt bad about her mom putting her out, so when he called and offered to pay her rent up for a year in case her mama didn’t come around to letting Demi come back home, Demi told him she would let him know.

What Papa didn’t know was that she already had the keys and had the house decorated with the help of her best friends. It became their girls’ pad to kick back and relax at until Demi officially moved in, which up until tonight she had no plans of doing so.

The couple had just finished making some of the best love in the past few months they had ever experienced together, and at the peak of Demi’s climax Papa ruined the moment by asking, “Are you pregnant?”

With those three words, Demi’s pussy dried up and her hormones packed themselves up to come back for another day. Her eyes sprung open and her heavy breathing ceased. Demi was thrown off by his line of questioning, but the look of seriousness on his face caused her to answer his question immediately.

It was as if he didn’t believe her when she told him it was a false alarm, but Demi had given up an hour ago with the conversation. Just as much as Papa didn’t want a baby right now, neither did Demi, especially not without a ring on her finger.

Although her mother thought she had tossed her self-respect to the side, Demi was far from a dummy and she would be damned if she became a baby mama without being someone’s wife.

But what Demi didn’t know was that she had no control over Papa’s pull-out game and if he didn’t wear protection or if she didn’t get on some type of birth control, that false alarm would become a real alarm.

“Papa, you confuse me sometimes. Some days we’re good and then you say some of the rudest things I’ve ever heard in my life. I just don’t understand.  Do you want me here or not?” Demi snapped.

Papa heard nothing she said. He had made up in his head ten minutes ago that her ass wasn’t going anywhere. Papa thoroughly enjoyed coming home to Demi every night. Whether she cooked or not, he was happy he had someone at home waiting up for him to get there.

For many years, if he wasn’t kicking it with his uncle after a long day in the streets, Papa would stay up watching television until he fell asleep or he would go fuck off with a bitch.

Demi continued with her rant, but Papa was too busy eyeing her round nipples that were poking through the thin sheet she used to conceal her body.

“PAPA!” Demi shouted his name.

Papa crawled back on the bed and came closer to her.

“NOPE!” she told him, turning her head which only took his attention from her lips to her neck. Demi didn’t even bother protesting anymore, she knew that whatever Papa wanted she would give him, even if it was her sore and tired body.

Papa made his way between her legs and slid his dick right where he felt it rightfully belonged. After so much quality time being spent together, Papa knew what Demi liked, what made her whimper, cry, moan, scream, fight him, or beg for more.

Demi was an “eat my pussy” girl, which was the only time the beast in her would arise, and right now Papa was in the mood to hear his girl talk dirty. He would never tell her that she made his dick so hard when she said “bad words” as she called it.

“Awww Papa, fuck!” she moaned, as he blew on her clit.

He smiled, although she couldn’t see him. Demi was only encouraging him to go harder and that’s what he did, using his tongue to snake inside of the small hole that only opened up for him.

“Yess,” she moaned. Papa moved his tongue in and out of her, bringing her to a climax. “Papa!” Demi screamed.

He wouldn’t let up, he refused to slow down and even when Papa added two of his fingers to massage her clit while his tongue still went to work in that pussy, Demi couldn’t stop calling his name.

She couldn’t believe head felt this good. She didn’t wonder if Papa was doing it right or wrong, he was her first, and would be her only, and he always satisfied her, in the worst ways.

“Come here baby, come here,” she panted after reaching the top of the mountain-top for the second time in less than five minutes.

Demi was sweating a little, but apparently Papa didn’t care as he made his way back to her face. He licked the sides of her thighs, her stomach and in between her breasts. Demi eyes followed him wherever he went, never getting enough of his sexy face.

She loved her some Papa, from every single tattoo he had on his body and boy did he have plenty, to his thick and full eyelashes, she loved the way he bit his bottom lip without knowing how sexy he was.

Demi ran her hands through his wild hair that needed to be braided as he kissed her neck, and wrapped his arms around her waist, and pulled her into him.

Papa loved how their sex smelled against her skin. He inhaled her scent and whispered in her ear, “Why you trying to get away from me? You know you mine forever.”

Demi blushed and leaned into his mouth, wishing he could tell her that every morning and on the late nights when he was out handling business and she was missing him like crazy. With her eyes closed shut, Demi enjoyed the feeling he was bringing to her.

She prayed that months from now and after he got used to how good her body felt, he still felt the same way. Demi never wanted him to grow tired of her, not her pussy, her looks, conversation, cooking, nothing. She wanted this love forever.

“I LOVE YOU,” Demi told him.

“I know, hold them legs up,” Papa demanded as he stopped nuzzling on her neck and concentrated on his favorite place to be, between her legs. Demi watched him as he licked his lips and got comfortable as he stroked her middle.

She loved to hear Papa make the few sounds he did. Although it wasn’t many, Demi still savored the moment.

“Shit,” Papa grunted as he stirred around Demi’s honey pot and it made some real good gushy sounds.

Papa wished he could record the sounds Demi’s pussy made. It did something to him and was the reason he could never last long in Demi’s pussy. He blamed it on her still feeling like a virgin, but Demi didn’t care. Her body couldn’t take more than a few minutes anyway.

Papa knew what he was doing in the bedroom and the rounds they went at night made up for the ten, twenty-minute sessions they partook in.

“You cumming?” Demi asked him, in that naughty school-girl voice.

Papa bent down and nibbled on her nipple to keep from going the fuck off in her pussy. He tried his hardest not to fuck her as rough as he used to fuck other bitches. Demi didn’t deserve that no matter how often she begged him to go harder.

Papa was known for wrapping his hands around a bitch’s neck and giving it to her ‘gangsta style”, then pulling out and snatching the condom off and raining all over their face. Demi was better than that.

“Hell yeah,” he said, as he sped up his pace just a little bit.

Demi arched her back, giving him better access to where he needed to be in order for him to cum.

“Ooh!” Papa grunted, pulling out and stroking his dick, allowing his nut to go wherever it desired.

“We gotta get you some birth control,” Papa told her, as Demi climbed out of bed and headed for the shower.

“Okay, Papa,” she told him.

Papa eyed the time on the cable box, it was just 9:00 p.m. He planned on getting a two hour nap and going to the strip club tonight, since he hadn’t been in so long.

“Demi, wake me up at midnight,” Papa yawned.

Demi heard him loud and clear. She wouldn’t wake him up unless she woke up horny wanting more of his good dick. But those two rounds today were intense and all Demi wanted now was a hot shower and the bed with Papa’s arms wrapped around her, lightly snoring in her ear.

***

         “Demi come, come,” Demi’s instructor asked of her.

Demi stopped fumbling with the mark on her leg that probably came from her and Papa horsing around the house the other night. She stood to her feet and hurried to the front of the dance studio where her instructor and the piano player were.

She patiently waited to see what her instructor wanted. She hated to be put on Front Street, but the instructor loved using her as an example. When it came to her shape, the attire she wore, smile, rhythmic motions, everything. Demi was her star student.

A few of the students had started rumors that Demi was only at the Academy because of who her mother was, but she called those people haters. Anyone with a good eye for dance knew that Demi was way better than her mother.

              Demi had raw talent, the way she could pull an audience in with only the movement of her arms and legs would leave someone speechless. She definitely knew how to captivate her audience.

“Demi, do the routine from the beginning,” the instructor commanded.

She saw a few eyes roll and heard a few lips smack, but Demi had to tune them out and give her best. When Demi was in motion it was as if she was in a different world.

Dance was her outlet, her therapy, the calm before the storm. She was thankful for her passion because in a few more years it would be her paycheck. In ballet, confidence was one of the most important things to have when on stage, and even in the studio preparing for a production. It was easy for a person to pick up on fear, so whether Demi mastered a routine or not, she always gave it her all. As her mother would tell her, “you better shut that shit down.”

With her eyes closed and her chin up, Demi waited to hear the key come in for her to begin the routine and when she did, everyone had no choice but to step back and give her the floor.

Minutes later, everyone stood silent in awe. She was in the making, a masterpiece in progress for sure. Demi’s heartbeat was so loud she knew people heard it. She wiped the sweat from her forehead and when she turned to the mirror, she saw her mother standing in the corner of the room with shades on.