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Charisse frowned confused, “Him?”

  “His stuff,” Chyna said blushing a little and then in frustration, she asked, “Didn’t you read the books I gave you?”

  “I was too busy looking at the pictures,” Charisse said sarcastically. “Of course I read them, which prompted me to refuse the first time.”

  “But you aren’t having sex. Oral sex is different for a man and a woman. Trust me. If you can put warm food in your mouth you can do this.”

  “You make it sound so simple.”

  “It is,” Chyna assured her sister.

  Charisse quivered nervously. “Okay, go back over it again.”

  “Charisse, you’re just stalling now.”

  “How long should I do this repetitive motion?”

  “Oh you’ll know when to quit. Parker knows I don’t like him in my mouth for long and he’ll warn you when it’s close to quitting time. Just listen to his moans and movements and he’ll tell you what works and doesn’t work.”

  “You make it sound like we’re making a cake.”

  “It’s even simpler. Men are easy creatures to please when it comes to sex. Now go! He’s in a deep sleep and I’ll leave this light on. If he suspects anything, just run in here and go to the bathroom. I’ll stay here and pretend I just came out.”

  “You promise, Chyna?” she asked worriedly.

  Chyna calmed herself down and nodded sincerely. “Just try. If you come back after a few moments and shake your head, I won’t push you about it.”

  Charisse’s insides were doing cartwheels and she wanted to throw up, but at the same time the tingles were getting the inside of her riled up and her heart racing.

  She quietly walked out the door and went three steps down the hall to the library. Charisse was right, it was dark enough to not make out anything, but there was a side yard light on by the window where she could make out him in the chair she often curled up in to read a book. His foot was resting on the ottoman while his head was lulled back in a deep sleep with his hands resting entwined together on his stomach. He wasn’t snoring, but she could hear his deep breathing indicating he was very much asleep.

  Slowly, she dropped to her knees in front of him and took a deep breath. All she could smell was him and her mouth began to water as she reached over to unbuckle his pants carefully praying her heart didn’t burst on her in its excitement. Curiosity was killing her and she just wanted to kill that mental minx that was nagging the hell out of her.

  ‘Damn Chyna for awaking this need to see what she had described. Damn her!’ Yet, it wasn’t damning enough to stop her from taking a deep breath and slowly reaching down in his pants to feel for what she had only seen on television, movies and sometimes briefly around the facility when the boys thought she wasn’t paying attention.

  Her fingertips brushed over the softest hairs and then stopped at the hot shaft that seemed semi hard.

  Initial contact with his skin made her bottom lip shudder, with fear and excitement entwined, had to take several deep breaths to make her whole body not shake, which she knew would awake him.

  ‘You’re not dead! Touching him didn’t kill you. More! More!’ her mind screamed.

  He took a double breath in and she froze in panic unsure whether to run or scramble away behind the couch. Her hand was still down his pants and she was looking up at his face almost willing his eyes to open.

  Now that voice that was eager to go forward was now shouting, ‘Move away! Move away! Stop this madness, Charisse!’

  His breathing returned to normal deep breathing, indicating he was back in his sleep mode again and for now she was safe.

  ‘Pull your hand out! This is worse than killing yourself and you’re a fool to have allowed Chyna to convince you to do this.’

  She was not going to deny that at all. A fool to the end of days for being here molesting an innocent man who was trying to do right by his wife.

  ‘You could be a pawn in Chyna’s ugly game. You could be helping her do something horrible instead of helping him as your silly thoughts came to that conclusion. Get out of here. Run to your room and never leave out again.’

  Her body was not listening to her mind. It was stuck in its own world and her hand was not moving.

  Her other hand was carefully holding his pants away to give her exploring hand enough room careful not to pull too hard to interrupt his sleep again.

  ‘He smells better than an Almond Joy!’ her mind screamed.

  Slowly she opened her exploring fingers wide, pressed her palm against his hot skin and then wrapped her fingers around the base waiting for the fire to start. He was hot; her palm felt like it was burning and she wanted to scream, but not in pain.

  Excitement! Could her heart beat any faster? Could her blood rush any faster through her veins?

  She wouldn’t care if she caught on fire at this moment. Touching him sent the tingles into overdrive and liquid fire shot all over her body as she unleashed his manhood from its cloth prison. Her fingers and thumb were hardly able to circumference him because of the thickness and he wasn’t even all the way hard.

  “Phase One complete,” a computer voice said in her head as if she was completing a top-secret mission. “On to Phase Two.”

  Touching him wasn’t bad at all. At least not in her mental state and she wanted to touch more, but was too afraid. Just holding him at the base was enough for now. Moving close to the tip, she breathed out her relief at just getting this far.

  It twitched and she almost shrieked thinking Parker had awoken, but it had not been Parker who had moved. His manhood had a mind of its own. That was clearly amazing to her. The twitching had thickened the muscles and defined it more especially at the tip. He was circumcised. She remembered all the pictures of penises she had seen in the book and knew the difference.

  It was beautiful, artistic and soft. And that fascinated her the most because even as the muscle hardened the skin still remained extremely smooth and soft as if it were supple as silk.

  Remembering her sister’s words, Charisse prepared to move to Phase Two – Oral Pleasure. If she were a good student, she would have remembered everything that Chyna had said.

  She wished she could see it and visually worship it. Chyna’s words about warm food came to mind and Charisse wondered would he taste as good as he felt and smelled.

  Charisse wanted to be a good student. ‘For Parker’ she reminded herself. ‘This was only to help Parker.’

  ***

  Wet! Extremely wet and soft!

  Never in his life had he experienced waking up like this and never in his life did he want one second of this feeling to change.

  His earlier verbal argument with Chyna had completely taken him down mentally and as soon as he sat down he found himself just exhausted from the long day.

  ‘She’s just doing this to make up because she’s afraid of losing you. Remember the conversation she had with her sister yesterday? Chyna’s just scared. Don’t stop it,’ he ordered himself and relaxed completely trying not to alert her that he had awoken.

  Hot lips gripped him tightly as the tip of him hesitantly slipped over a wet firm tongue and pushed down a throat. She almost gagged but a strong breath went like a wave to the base of him and then she tried it again, but this time taking him deeper and surprisingly she didn’t gag. Chyna had never tried to over extend herself before, but this time she seemed desperate. No, open to taking more of him.

  ‘You make my jaw hurt!’ she once snapped when he talked about deep throating. ‘Do you realize you’re thick down there, Parker?!’ She had sounded as if he had asked her to deep throat a damn zucchini.

  But she was going above and beyond what he’d ever expected from her when it came to deep throating. She was pressing him literally down her throat and he was almost inclined to reach over to the lamp just to see her do this with his own eyes because he really couldn’t believe this was happening to him.

  ‘I should argue with her like this more often!’

 
; Soon it was hard to think anymore because she was really trying to take him down her throat as if the more she took the hungrier she became.

  He groaned and didn’t dare open his eyes as the firm hand gripped him at the base possessively and he wanted to know what demon got into his wife, but he prayed that she didn’t stop.

  Ecstasy shot through him like a lightning bolt, rolling his eyes to the back of his head and he had to force himself to remember Chyna’s rules when she graced him with a blow job.

  No touching the head, no talking and do not cum in her mouth!

  Yet the mouth that was honoring him suckled deep and hard and she was merciless to the fact that he had not had good sex in a long time. This was the best thing he had been bequeathed with even before they married.

  He tried to enjoy it, but his body wasn’t going to allow that. Her grip was steel, but her mouth was so attentive, licking his staff as if trying to remember every detail of the surface and then her mouth caressed him beautifully, lovingly, passionately, wantonly, worshiping him as if he were a deity.

  “F-Fu-!” He couldn’t get the curse out all the way and he hurriedly pressed on her shoulders to push her away, but she stayed latched on and he tried to sit straight to pull himself out her mouth, but she followed greedily.

  ‘What the hell was wrong with her? Was she trying to make up for years of bad sex in one night?’

  She was doing a damn good job!

  “Chyna! Wait! I can’t-“ It was too late and he knew he was going to be in big trouble as he felt his body succumb to the pleasure it was the recipient of. He really had tried to respect her and if this was the last time she ever did this, he would still die a happy man because it had been the best blowjob he had ever received.

  ***

  Before he was even complete, she ran from the room. Parker almost fell over the table in the middle of the room as he tried to follow her, fix his pants and regain his equilibrium.

  The guest bedroom light was on and the door looked as if it had been recently opened so he stumbled in there and saw Chyna coming out of the bathroom.

  Out of breath, but not from running, he apologized, “I’m sorry. I couldn’t help myself.”

  She looked thoroughly confused and he just knew she was going to be very upset so he pulled her in a hug and held her. When she didn’t push away, he relaxed a little and got his thoughts together.

  “I didn’t know you were going to do that, Chyna.”

  “Did I hurt you?” she asked unsure.

  He looked down at her. “No. No! It was… It was good. Thank you.”

  Still unsure she asked, “You liked me doing that?”

  “Why wouldn’t I? You’re my wife. But I know I didn’t warn you in time before– “

  “OH!” She cut him off registering shock on her face. “That’s why… I mean, yeah…” Pushing away from him, she wiped her mouth using the back of her sleeve. “Just go, Parker. Please.”

  Her coldness was confusing to him. Just a few minutes ago, she was so warm and passionate and now…

  Had losing control cost him months of intimacy yet again?

  Leaving out, he heard her lock the door behind him and knew she wanted nothing else to do with him for the rest of the night. He stared at the door for a moment dumbfounded and unsure how to make this better, but then he found himself looking up the stairs and thinking about Charisse and wondering could he wake her up just to talk to her.

  ‘Go to bed. Sleep this off!’ he ordered himself.

  He listened to himself going to his bedroom and lying down not even wanting to wash the effects of himself away knowing he’d probably ruined a good pair of suit pants. It didn’t matter. He wanted to remember this for a long time since it looked like he wouldn’t be getting any more ever!

  ***

  Chyna pushed open the bathroom door and stood over the tub. “What happened?” she demanded to know.

  Charisse was still curled up in the bathtub, knees drawn to her chest and rocking. It felt like she had just drunk a gallon of water after she had run in the room and came straight to the bathroom. Now she just felt serene… hot all over… and the tingles… and there was still the curiosity.

  When Parker came in the room, she listened to them and heard the confusion in his voice. What had she done? Had she hurt him?

  It was torture not to open the door and see his face. Were his eyes dancing? Was he happy?

  She breathed a sigh of relief hearing him say, “It was good.”

  But he was still upset he hadn’t warned her in time. Was that why he was pressing on her shoulders? She was so involved in her task that she had not even realized he was doing that.

  The initial touch of him between her lips had sent illicit shock waves through her. Despite how wrong it felt, the need to feel him in her mouth grew by the second and then she pressed her tongue against the tip.

  His flesh was so hot and the taste of his manhood had been pure bliss like a mouth full of hot chocolate, except it didn’t burn her. She wanted more and more until he jerked and pulsed and then released.

  “What happened, Charisse? Was it awful? Are you traumatized? Talk to me!” her sister demanded.

  Lying, Charisse said, “I’m fine, I just didn’t expect it to be so…” ‘You were not about to say ‘good’ to your sister!’

  Chyna finished her sentence. “Yeah, I know he’s big, but you touched it?”

  “Yes, I did. I did exactly what you told me to do.”

  “And it wasn’t bad?”

  “No, Chyna. It was just weird.”

  “See I told you it was mind over matter. Do you want to do it again?”

  Charisse stood up from the bathtub glaring at her sister insanely. “I don’t think it helped. He sounded like he was confused near the end.”

  “He’s just a little discombobulated right now, Charisse. He’ll wake up tomorrow feeling like a brand new man, trust me.”

  “Trust you? Do you know this is about the craziest thing I’ve done since I listened to you tell me to shoot my father for play?” She stepped out the tub and jumped back as Chyna was about to touch her. “Don’t!” Her voice was harsh and cruel.

  “I’m sorry, Charisse. I won’t,” Chyna said trying to pacify her. “But listen to reason. You want to help, right?”

  “I don’t feel I’ve helped him. I think as always I’ve made the situation for him worse.”

  “Not to sound cold but he’s not dead and you’ve relieved a lot of tension for him. Just wait until tomorrow and you’ll see the effects before you make any rash decisions. Okay?”

  Charisse just wanted to get away from her and get to her room. Going out the guest bedroom she disregarded the fact that Parker could still be in the hallway and started up the stairs, but then she halted in her step and looked back at the guest room.

  Looking down at her hand, she remembered it touching Parker and she didn’t go crazy.

  ‘Why don’t you push your luck tonight? Payback would be a bitch, but it’d make you feel better.’

  She went back down the stairs and went back into the guest bedroom. Before Chyna could ask why she had returned, Charisse had already drawn her fist back and slapped her sister across the face.

  “That was for this morning and just now. I don’t care what new leaf you’ve turned over, Chyna, don’t you ever put your hands on me!”

  Chyna gave no rebuttal, but only held the side of her face looking sorry.

  Charisse turned right back around and went out of the door. She paused to make sure that Parker had not come into the hall. The coast was clear. When she saw that their bedroom door was still closed, she quickly went upstairs to her room, jumping in the bed and praying the morning came in a hurry, so she could forget this night ever happened.

  If she could erase years of misery out of her head, she could erase this.

  ‘But it really wasn’t that bad touching him,’ this calm voice said to her. ‘And it really had felt good hitting Chyna. You could do
more touching.’

  NO! She would keep her hands to herself especially around Parker Mills. She would forget this ever happened.

  Her hand was stinging to death, but satisfaction spread through every pore of her body. That slap had been for this morning, but also because she was really so angry at Chyna and frustration with herself.

  How could she have let her sister convince her to do something so crazy? How could she have done something so crazy?

  Why did she want to do it again?

  ‘Go away! Go away and never come back!’ she screamed at the urge.

  ‘Stop talking to yourself, Charisse, or you’ll go even crazier! Shut up!’

  Oh lawd, she was seriously talking to herself. What next? Multiple personalities?

  Closing her eyes tightly, she fought her urge and was so glad sleep pounced on her quickly, exhausted from the long day she’d had.

  Chapter 21

  Six in the morning was a natural habit of hers to be up and her eyes sprang open despite her mind being reluctant to face the day. Taking a deep breath, she forced yesterday memories out her brain. She was crazy enough to pretend nothing happened and knew she’d be able to face Parker Mills without her resolve breaking down.

  ‘You’re working for him today. He’ll be your boss and he still is your brother-in-law who has no idea what you did.’

  She remembered when she was young and her mother would lay hands on her at night and in the morning Charisse would have to just get up and pretend it didn’t happen. Slowly, she had erased the physical abuse her mother would inflict on her at any moments notice and pretend she wasn’t being miserable around the house.

  Maybe if she had shown it more, her sisters wouldn’t have thought they weren’t hurting her? Maybe if she had been more vocal she would have been able to escape faster?

  There were a lot of maybes and she couldn’t spend the rest of her life living in the past because she really had no intentions of living for the future. It didn’t matter and she would have this baby. After that, she wouldn’t worry anymore.

  'If you can be beaten within an inch of dying and then go about the next day as if nothing has happened, then this should be a walk in the park!'