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“I didn’t know you meant it!” I raised my voice, completely frustrated and pissed off.

“Maybe that’s your issue. I said to communicate. You told me what you wanted, doesn’t mean that you’ll get it when and how you want it. I make those decisions and today ain’t the day. I know what you need and I’m giving you that. Neither of us signed up for a one-night stand. You need to trust me, and it’s the same for me. Show me you can handle my dominance by giving me your submission. Let me earn your body the right way and the rest will fall in line. Don’t mistake things though, you’re mine. Everything about today shows that we’re right for each other. I won’t spoil that with a quick nut and thank you.”

I shook my head and pulled at my locs. What kind of switcheroo did he just pull? He was denying me so that we could fuck later?

“Salt, I–”

He held up his hand, halting my words. He came over to me and stood so close that I could feel him pressed up against the entire length of my body.

“Don’t touch my body sexually. You can bathe it, care for it, and groom it. Don’t give it gratification, though. That’s for me to do.” He handed me a phone. “Put your number in there and send a text to yourself that says ‘Don’t touch what belongs to me.’”

I swallowed, blinked, and slowly took the phone and completed the assignment.

“Good girl. Now, let me walk you out.” He reached around me, grabbed my panties from the bed, and tucked them in his back pocket.

His golden skin made my darker complexion seem like the perfect opposite color. My height made him about a foot taller than me and I was 5’6”. Still, we lined up perfectly. I put my arms around his neck, stood on the tips of my toes, and kissed him. His arms rounded my waist, and he rested them on my ass. He held on to my curves as if they didn’t bother him. Looking at him, I would have assumed he was into pencil-skinny women, not ones with more softness than not. Was it the reason he didn’t want to have sex?

Salt pulled away from my lips. “What was that thought?”

“What?” I said, shaken by the abruptness that he’d pulled away.

“You tensed. Why?” He searched my eyes.

“Do you even like big girls?” I blurted.

Salt snickered. “Big girls…” He shook his head. “If you mean physically, I like my women capable of taking what I give.” He slapped my ass, and I softened against him, licked my lips, and exhaled slowly. “Mature? Yeah, I prefer women over girls. One’s able to receive praise, big girls.”

“Salt, you know what I mean.” I huffed.

“What about ‘mine’ don’t you understand?”

Silence.That was the comeback I had.

“Let’s go.” He took my hand, and we walked out together. He held onto my hand and escorted me to my car. His kiss lingered when he came in for it. It teased, yet promised me that more was to come. “Be good for me.” He said.

I nodded. “Yes, Sir.”

He stepped back, and I started the car. I gave him a lingering look before I pulled off. It wasn’t until I got home that I relaxed. I showered before bed and when I climbed in, the only thing I could think of was Salt.

There was a message waiting for me on my phone. When I checked it to see Salt’s message, he had sent another while I was in the shower.

Salt: Good night, beautiful slut.

Me: Good night, Sir.

I held on to my pillow as if it were him. The last thing I thought about was the way he’d nurtured all the sides of me he’d seen tonight. I just hoped that he wasn’t too good to be true.

SALT

Baby Mama: Pick up Neriah before they close.

The text sent my nerves on edge as usual. I didn't mind picking up my daughter, but could her mother, Tanya, give me some kind of warning? The last two times that she sent me down to that daycare, the women were vultures. They'd swarmed in so quickly that you'd thought that I was giving away dick by the dozen. I wasn't. When I assured them that Neriah was my child and that I had a woman, they'd disappeared just as quickly. Though, I was sure that one of them said she'd still fuck if I knew how to keep a secret. The girl whom I picked her up from explained that I'd have to get Neriah on time or she was calling child services. She didn't mind if I was a few minutes late when I let her turn up her stank-ass booty as she wiggled around, trying to catch my attention. I'd tolerated it to get my baby, but now she was pissy. Getting there on time was impossible when the time was currently 4:45 p.m. and Neriahneeded to be picked up by 5. I didn't bother to text back. I just got in the car and busted my ass to get there.

Thirty minutes later…

I pulled into the lot to see the pickup line gone and the closed sign flipped on the door.

Shit!

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