The Ties That Bind by Electa Rome Parks Read Free Book Online

goddamn ass into that bedroom before I rip that shit off of you myself. You are not going out of here looking like a whore.” The entire time that he was saying this, he was in my face, shoving me down the hallway.
    “Brice, leave me alone, dammit! You’re hurting me!”
    He threw me down on the bed and said,“This is your last chance, Mia. You take it off or I’ll do it for you, and you don’t want me to take it off.”
    I was lying there curled up in a ball, crying now. I slowly got up and started taking off my outfit as snot began running out my nose, and he stood, yes, stood there, watching me the entire time as I changed into jeans and a button-down shirt.
    Once I was redressed he walked over to me and said, “Stop crying, Mia. You make me so angry sometimes. I don’t like you showing off your stuff like that. This belongs to me.” He groped and cupped my breasts through my shirt.
    I pulled back and slapped his hands away.
    “Oh, you know you like it, Mia,” he said, laughing.
    “Come here. Come here and give me some before I leave for work.”
    I stood there, determined to stare him down. The shit definitely wasn’t funny, and I wasn’t at his beck and call, ready to open wide whenever he said so.
    “I said come here, Mia.”
    We stared each other down for a few seconds, and then I walked the short distance to him and he unbuttoned my shirt, unzipped my pants and pulled them down to my ankles. The entire time I was protesting, saying, “Brice, don’t. I don’t want to.”
    When I saw that it was useless to protest, I stood there looking at the faded green wallpaper pattern on our wall as he started vigorously sucking my breasts and inserting his fingers into me. Over and over and over. I didn’t want to enjoy it or give him the satisfaction of seeing me enjoy it, but before I knew it, I was moaning and my head was thrown back in ecstasy, while he opened my legs even wider with his hands and went to work.
    Brice asked, “Do you want this, baby?” in this husky, sexy voice. I shook my head no . . . noooo . . . then yes, yes, yes. “Tell me that you want it. Let me hear you say it. Tell me to fuck you. Tell me how you can’t get enough of this.” He placed my hand on his dick. “Oooh, baby, you feel so good . . .” I came before he even stuck it in.
    Don’t get me wrong, now. This was not normal behavior for Brice. Most of the time we were your average, happily married couple. When he was home, we went to the movies, shopping, to jazz clubs, you know, the usual. We spent quiet time at home wrapped in each other’s arms, making love. I must admit that Brice was the best lover that I ever had. I hadn’t had many, but still this man knew just what to do, how to do it and how long to do it. When I first saw his penis, I was scared out of my mind, thinking, “There is no way he can get all of that in me.” But we fit perfectly, and he knows how to use it.
    Brice is always teasing me, telling me I’m dick whipped. Maybe I am. I love to make love to him. He’s always so gentle and sweet during those times. Well, most of the time. If he is upset with me, he’ll use sex against me; either he won’t give me any or he’ll give me everything he has. My husband is hung, so all of that pounding and grinding can hurt, hurt bad enough to make me cry if he wants it to, and he can’t stand to see me cry.
    Christian has been there a lot for me when Brice isn’t around. It surprises me that they are such close friends. They seem to know each other inside and out. They are devoted to each other. There is definitely a strong bond there. It still surprises me that Brice encourages Christian to spend so much time with me even though he is so jealous.
    When I first met Christian at the cookout, I thought immediately that I knew why they had reputations as lady-killers. My husband is fine. He puts the capital “F” in fine, and he knows it. Christian, on the other hand, I believe, doesn’t know how gorgeous