Obedient (Book four)

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I'm addicted to my own self destruction.

-A. E

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"Are you okay?" She asks.

Even though her words are of concern her face and body portrays the complete opposite and as I stand in an attempt to squash whatever it was she thought would happen, I inevitably close the fast declining gap between us.

"Stop." I whisper harshly as my heart rate flies through the roof. I might be okay with Ms. T having her way with me but there was no way I'd let some random woman do... whatever she had in mind, in some random bathroom stall a mere five minutes away from my workplace.

"Do you really want me to?" The young woman asks and although I applaud her bravery, I had to let her know she was barking up the wrong tree.

"I'm straight."

"And I'm due rent."

"What?"

"I thought we were listing things that were irrelevant."

Paulette smirks at my once confused look before gently squeezing my love handles and I found myself holding my breath as I looked up into her eyes. "You're tall for someone so young."

"And you're beautiful for someone so-"

I never got to hear the ending of her sentence as her lips connected with mine and although I had in my thoughts that I would do the sensible thing and prove to her I wasn't interested by my unwillingness to kiss her, my mouth betrayed me by moaning and that seemed to encourage her as her wayward hands cupped my ass, squeezing roughly while her tongue explored the insides of my mouth.

"You taste so good." She moans against my ear, nibbling lightly before kissing her way to my neck.

At this point my body has already won the war of heart and mind, right and wrong, and I fisted her hair as the top part of my scrubs is pushed up along with my bra and my taunt n*****s are both pleasured by her greedy mouth.

"Are you as wet as you're making me?" Paulette whispers and I bite my bottom lip as her fingers slide against my soaking womanhood. "f**k, you're dripping."

Not two seconds after those words left her mouth, she was on her knees as she dragged my pants down along with my undergarment and I failed in suppressing my moan as she slid her tongue along my entrance.

My mind was begging me to stop this mad display of indecent conduct but my body dared me to do anything but hold her head securely in place, guiding her every so often to the spot that was bound to have my knees shaking and my breathing in shambles.

All too soon I felt the familiar sensation traveling through me and as I struggled to keep quiet, I held onto Paulette for support as my legs literally couldn't hold me up anymore. When she was sure my body had calmed and I'd ridden out the extent of my o****m, she kissed her way to me, fingering my already sensitive hole before reclaiming my mouth and offering me a taste of my own essence.

"That was so hot." She murmurs and my loopy eyes just stares up at her as she bites her lips. "I would so like to take you back to my place and ride your face like a cowgirl before I f**k you senseless but I've been gone for far too long and as exciting as it is to hear you moan, I can't afford to get fired."

She kisses me deeply one last time before pulling away and I stare after her as she heads towards the door. Stopping suddenly, she turns and faces me as she places one hand on the half opened door.

"If you'd like me to rock your world, swing by at eleven when my shift is over."

Before I could answer she leaves and the long overdue exhale is rushing out of my body as I readjusted myself and sat onto the nearby couch. My first instinct was to just head back to my table, make up some stupid excuse and leave but I was sure my face was flushed and my daughter, or at least her friend, would know what was up.

Rubbing my hands haphazardly across my face, I sighed once more and sat back as I decided it was better to stay another five minutes before heading out and excusing myself for work.

"Mom? Are you okay?"

I looked up to see Jane standing inside the bathroom but she stood close to the door as though cautious to come near me.

"I'm sorry about earlier. I know we agreed to try and work on us and I shouldn't put too much pressure on you to accept my relationship but sometimes I get too ahead of myself and don't think about your feelings. We're at a good place right now, and I don't wanna screw that up. My lifestyle might be hard to swallow and although you might never accept it... or understand it... I'm still greatful that you're willing to try."

She looks up at me expectantly and I half smile to let her know I was okay even though I was feeling the complete opposite inside. My mind was rationally telling me she couldn't possibly hear what had moments ago, taken place, but the rest of my body was internally freaking out.

"I'm not upset Janie, I just needed a moment to gather my thoughts. It had nothing to do with you."

"I know, I just... we're really at a good place and I don't wanna mess it up. You're my mom and we've always been more like best friends than mom and daughter. I want that back and I don't want this." She stops and sighs. "To ruin us."

"I know."

"So... are you gonna come back and actually order something to eat? Cause you know as well as I that you cannot survive a double shift on just soup and water."

I laughed as she was aware of my choice in meal and stood to leave with her. "I'm not working the double shift. I get off at midnight."

"So you'll be free to hangout tomorrow? It's my day off."

"Maybe you should just hang out with Darcy. I might be too tired to entertain people."

"I'm not people, I'm your daughter."

"I know, it's just-"

"You're still sleeping with your boss."

"What! No, of course not. Can't an old lady just sleep in after a shift?"

"You might be a lady but you're definitely not old."

Janie winks at me and I couldn't stop the laughter as she walks ahead of me. This was the old us. Making inappropriate jokes as old friends do and not being afraid to cross lines with each other. I smiled fondly at my only child and absentmindedly played with the faint scar on my tummy.

"How may I be of service?" Paulette asks as she rejoins our table, dragging me back from my memory lane.

"My mom would like to order real food." Janie says and I stare at my hands as Paulette's knowing eyes roam my body. A body that she was up close and personal with just a few moments ago.

"And what would you like to order this time, mom."

I looked up at her and the smirk she sports was just daring my sarcastic self to pop out, making me all but blurt out, you.

"I'll have the special." I say instead.

"Hmm, good choice." She winks at me and I smile before noticing Darcy's strange look as she observed us.

My smile instantly dropped but I was happy that my daughter had her head buried in her phone, distracted by the conversation she was currently indulged in. Watching Darcy once more, she raises her eyebrows questioningly and I averted my eyes as I pretended not to know what she was referring to.