We had a tumultuous relationship to say the least. He had a way about him that would just get under my skin. He knew how to press my buttons. But he also gave me the world. It was some long distance shit although it seemed like he was always in my city. We were celebrating something, or he was just being sweet and spoiling his baby that weekend… I don’t recall. But regardless he had me reserve a suite of my choice and that’s where we linked up when he touched down. Flowers and a bottle of tequila we’re waiting on me. I had also been thoughtful enough to grab him a bottle of Hennessy when I left from my bikini wax earlier that day. But he was late getting in town and I was upset so the mood wasn’t quite right.

We went to dinner and my animosity continued to grow. He ignored my anger which made it worse. He tried to act like everything was fine thinking that’d cool me down but he knew better. Went back to the room and had a drink or two which only heightened the disagreement. He made a remark about not having to be here and threatening to go meet his boys at the club instead. I threw my glass at him but missed and it smashed against the wall. The look on his face told me he was done tolerating my tantrum. So me, being the petty person I am.. grabbed my bag and left.

As soon as I was pulling out of the parking lot he’s calling my phone. “Where the fuck you going?” He angrily demands. “You going out w your boys right? Well I’m going out too.” I snickered in return, and that’s exactly what I did. Called my home girl and told her I needed to get away from —- for a second, picked her up from her place and hit the club. Yea, I went to the club and flirted a bit. And yea, I let a guy talk me up and pay for a few drinks, I might have even danced on him or sat a little too close. I know it doesn’t make it right but at the end of the night after I left (without any Mr. rebounds in tow) and dropped my girl off. I then took my ass back to Daddy. I mean, I was mad, petty… Hell maybe even trifling.. but I still had my room key and politely let myself right back in.

The bottle I had brought him was empty, as were several other new bottles that were cast about the floor. The glass I had thrown at him still shattered on the floor. The ashtray full of roaches… looks like he had a party of his own here. I didn’t care though… I laughed. I knew his threats to go out with his boys were just that. After I left he probably just invited them to the room to chill and get shit faced. Besides, he did like to occasionally display all the boogie shit we did together… aka getting Suites on the 36th floor that consisted of walls of windows just so we could overlook the city while we cuddled. We were a power couple when we were together, but we also fought dirty.
I made my way from the living room area to the bedroom… checking to make sure my bottle of tequila had not been emptied as well. I found it on the counter still as full as I’d left it, I grinned. He wasn’t that mad. He knew I’d come back. I creeped into the bedroom and I could hear him breathing heavily… drunk and passed out. I pulled the covers back to make sure that was in fact a pillow beside him and not another bitch. My heart skipped a beat for a second…. but nope… we’re good. Just him in this bed full of feather pillows.

I went into the bathroom, shut the door and turned on the light. I pulled my dress over my head and dropped it to the floor. I closed my eyes as I started wiping off my make up. When I opened them back up he was standing at the door way. He startled me a little but I just smirked. I knew he would still be here waiting for me. I knew he knew I’d come back. This was how we were, this was what we did. He didn’t return my smile and kept his face stern. “Where the fuck you been?” he growled. I erased the smile from my face and turned back to the mirror. Continuing to remove my make up, ignoring him. “You heard me, where the fuck you been?” He grabbed my wrist. I snatched it back. “Don’t worry about where I been. Where the fuck you been? You said you were going out! You brough some bitches back here from the club with you?” I can play this angry game too.

He continued, “Do you see some mother fucking bitches from the club in here? Because if I had brought them back they’d still be in the bed w me now!” I rolled my eyes as I came right back, “Mmmhhhmmm. Whatever, them hoes probably hiding in here somewhere.” By now he has made his way into the bathroom with me and is standing behind me. I’m looking at his face in the reflection of the mirror. His face has softened a bit so I know he’s not truly angry anymore. He grabs my hair which is tied into a bun as I was washing my face. “If you really thought it was some hoes in here would you be here?” He asks as he pulls my hair tighter. “No.” I whisper, trying to hide my smile. He snatches my hair hard, pulling my head back while his body pins me up against the counter. He brings his face close and forcefully pushes his lips against mine. He kisses me hard and deep but I’m squirming from the discomfort of the way he has me positioned and my neck twisted.

He pulls his mouth away and turns off the light. I go to turn to him but he pins me in place up against the counter, my back still to him. He licks his fingers and then shoves them in me. No foreplay. He’s going to take what he wants. What is his. I go to lean my torso over the counter but he snatches my hair again. “Naa stand up straight.” He commands as he pulls my neck back so far I thought it could snap. He’s sliding his hard dick inside of me at the same time. This control turns him on. The fact that I give him this power is exactly why he’s mine. As he thrusts harder my moans are more like grunts due to the lack of air. He releases my hair and shoves my body flat onto the counter… never stopping his stroke. He leans to the floor without exiting me and grabs my dress. He pulls my hands behind my back and uses the dress to tie them together. I’m struggling to free myself as he strokes deeper and deport. The more I run the harder he goes. The collaboration of pleasure and pain make me crazy. My body is cumming but I can’t fully submit to it because of the discomfort. Every time I beg him to stop he goes harder “Nope, ain’t this what you wanted? You wanted to make daddy punish you?”

Finally my body is trembling so hard I can’t stand. He carries me to the bed and tosses me down face up onto the soft pillows. My hands still tied together but loose enough now that it’s not uncomfortable. He climbs on top of me missionary and kisses me softly. As hard as he likes to fuck me this is the position he always cums in. When he can look right into my face and make love to me. As he’s kissing me deeply he puts his hands around my neck and squeeze. I bite his lip. He pulls his mouth away but keeps his grasp. His thrust is slow but deep. I feel it quicken as he squeezes my neck tighter and tighter. My moans turning into gasps and we look directly into each other’s eyes. He lets out a moan that to this day still gives me chills when reminiscing, before he collapses in pleasure.