Just Going Thru Some Thangs!

Chapter Three I’m Not in the Mood! Returning to his apartment after the concert Rachel rested her tired legs on his couch. Blake went into the kitchen to get two glasses of wine. Handing her a glass of red wine he made a toast to the two finally going out together and their two−month anniversary. “To us Rachel two−months of togetherness you make me feel whole.” Blake smiled. “Same here.” “I am so glad we finally got together. I knew we would be great together.” “Really Blake? I’m glad you feel that way because I’ve been feeling the same.” “These last few months will make it official then if you feel the same.” “What?” Rachel paused as she sipped her wine. “Tonight is the night we should take our mutual feeling to another level.” “Okay. So what level did you have in mind?” “Come here and let me show you.” Feeling his lips kiss her neck she pushed him away. His aggressive touch felt cold and vicious to the skin; she felt something wrong. As he slid closer to resume his quest to get her in the mood Rachel twisted, and turned her head in hopes he would get the message of, “No way! Not tonight! I am not in the mood!” Rachel took both of her palms and yielded him in his seat. Blake looked at her with a puzzled look on his face. “What’s up with you? Every time I kiss you, you pull away.” “I’m not ready for this level yet Blake.” “Stop playing so hard to get. It’s been two-months.” “Yeah! That’s all!” “Stop thinking and go with the feeling. You know you want me too. So why don’t you?” “It’s just not right yet. We have so much to learn about each other Blake.” “We’ll learn more when we take our clothes off. Once you study my sweet black ass what else do you need to know?” “I’m not interested. Please respect my decision.” “What!” Blake shouted. “Well then respect my decision that I want to fuck you! I’ve been patient for two-months. What are we going to do?” “Nothing!” “Nothing! I’m tired of looking at you. You’re fine and all, but I’m ready to put your pretty ass to work on my big dick!” “No, I don’t want to fuck you! I’m not ready yet and you’ll just have to wait until I am. It’s as simple as that Blake!” “You think so? The bitches I date give it up when I demand that they do. I’ve been nice enough to let you wait this long. So stop playing around! My dick is hard! If you don’t want to fuck, then you want to suck my dick? You got choices.” “You know what? It’s time for me to leave.” Rachel attempted to stand up to leave. “Get your ass back here! You leave when I say!” Yanking Rachel’s arm like a rag doll he threw her down on the couch. As he stood over her unbuckling his belt Rachel realized he was serious about having sex with her. She scrambled to get off the couch knocking over the wine glasses on the table. As she made a dash for the door, he grabbed her leg pulling her back. Rachel screamed at the top of her lungs for him to stop. Within in a matter of seconds he became a monster with a nasty grunt. Not wanting anyone to hear the struggle going on he reached back, and with a closed fist he punched her in the mouth and about the face. He wanted to shut her up as well as to cripple her so he could have his way. As she held her face in pain she could feel the blood rush out of her mouth all over her face and down her neck. Feeling lifeless he pulled her sluggish body back away from the doorway. Pulling her skirt off along with her panties Blake positioned her legs apart just enough to climb between them. Rachel lay there in shock and pain as she watched him undress himself. “I’m going to give you something to scream about. When I’m finished, you will ask for more. Trust me; every stroke will be good to ya!” “Don’t do this to me, Blake. Please!” “Is that a please-I-want-it or please-hurry-up?” “No. No. Stop!” Rachel pleaded as she coughed up blood from her wounded mouth. “Let me show you what you’ve been missing! When I’m finished you’ll thank me!” Rachel had to think fast. Just as he was kneeling down to get on top of her; Rachel surprised him with a knee to his groin. He fell like a deck of cards. Feeling the piercing pain paralyze his body, Blake gave in to its command. Falling, gasping, and panting, he prayed for the Fairy Godmother of Relief to appear on his behalf. Rachel pulled herself together wiping the blood from her mouth. Standing up with the rage of a tormented bull she let loose. Kicking him about the back by stomping up and down all over him, she was worse than a trooper at war with the enemy. “Oh shit!” He gasped in excruciating agony. “What’s wrong Blake? Something got you down? You hit the wrong woman! Oh you came upon your worst motherfuckin nightmare! Let this be the first and last time you put your hands on a lady.” With the fire of a hell-raiser Rachel turned him over on his back to look him straight in the face, because she wanted to make sure he never forgot her. With the heels of her knee high brown leather boots she stepped into his face sending his front teeth into the back of his throat. “Every time you smile think of me. If you ever come near me again I swear on your mother’s grave I’ll kill you and that is not an idle threat it is a promise sealed with your blood. I’m not in the mood for this shit!”