Chapter 6
Lil Wheat wagged the ringed keys like a cat teasing a mouse and said bitingly, "For the Mercedes, Brand. Mommy wants her little baby to travel first class."
Brand flushed. Doing the watchdog number on him all these years had erected a strange barrier between them. Brand had always walked around her as though his shoes were filled with egg shells. Wagging the car keys and putting him down was starting to burn his ass. He knew she was laughing at him. Mocking him.
Sudden silence gripped the room, and Lil felt a sudden twinge of apprehension as Brand walked up to her and took the ignition keys from her slender red-tipped finger. Lil stood frozen and waited. She didn't wait long.
Brand locked glances with her for a few more seconds ... and then he slapped her.
Pain jumped into her eyes.
Brand slapped her face again.
His open hand cracked against the side of her face for the third time and made her teeth rattle.
Lil made a strange whimpering sound as she attempted to back away from Brand. He kept crowding her. His hand exploded against her cheek again and knocked her in a sprawl across the sofa.
Lil sat there for a moment, eyes wild, breasts heaving, and then she screeched, "What the hell are you slapping me around for, you prick?"
"Because you're the enemy, that's why."
"Enemy? I'm not the enemy, baby. Take a look in the mirror over there and you'll see who you should really be slapping the shit out of, baby. That's right, the only real enemy you have in this house is yourself."
"Shut the hell up."
Her voice taunted him. "Screw you, little boy."
Brand towered over her with clenched fists. "You have a big mouth, Lil. You've always had a big mouth. Maybe I should shut it up with my cock."
She sat up on the sofa and swung her legs to the floor. Her eyes were wild with the shock of pain ... and sudden fear. She had only wanted to hear the tiger roar, not make him scratch.
"I—don't hurt me, Brand. I was only joking. Don't put the hurt on me anymore. Honest to God I was only—"
"Stand up, bitch."
Lil swallowed loudly and obeyed. Brand was out for blood. Hers. His hands reached out, palms up, to cup her breasts from underneath.
He said harshly, "That's better, bitch."
Lil shivered but made no attempt to push his hands away from her breasts, hoping he would calm down. He didn't.
The summer outfit she had on buttoned down the front. Brand loosened the two top buttons. She stood frozen. His hand found its way behind the gaping dress and inside the half bra she was wearing. Her breasts were hot and firm. Not quite as big as his mother's, but damned near.
She shivered again as Brand trapped a nipple between thumb and forefinger and manipulated it into full bloom.
"Brand, don't."
"Take your don't and shove it up your ass," Brand growled as he continued to tweak her nipple. "You've tromped over me ever since I can remember, and now it's my turn to walk over you. You owe me and I'm going to collect, Lil. I'm going to collect by shoving my cock right in that tight little cunt of yours."
"Don't be a damn fool on top!" she snapped as she backed away, hands upraised in feeble protest. "I'm not built for riding. Not by a man!"
Brand made a derisive sound. "I'm AC and you're DC, so who gives a damn? Stop sweating, bitch. I'll find a way to plug you in."
"Brand, don't. It won't do either of us any good. I'm not built for riding!"
"Built or not, this morning you're going to be ridden."
Lil tasted defeat as Brand hooked his fingers into the front of her dress and yanked downward. Buttons popped and scattered in all directions.
Lil found herself trapped between him and the sofa. And so much for running. She whirled to face him, breasts heaving behind the scrap of half bra, her voice ragged as she tried to con him into leaving her cunt alone by offering a substitute.
"Please, I don't want to take your cock in my pussy, Brand. If you want to get your evens for whatever it is you think I've done to you over the years ... stick your big fat cock somewhere else." She lifted a slender finger to her crimson lips. "Here, Brand. Stick your juicy cock in here."
"Not a chance," Brand rasped as he pulled her hard against his body. She struggled. He rammed his groin hard against her. She felt his cock stretch and harden from the strange sensations her grinding pelvic movements created. His hand slipped behind the low-riding waistband of her bikini panties to touch her naked ass. He pinched her backflesh. "I don't like your mouth, Lil, but I might be persuaded to fuck this nice ass of yours."
"All right, you crazy, mixed-up brat, do your thing. You can have me there. My ass won't mind."
Brand shoved her toward the sofa.
Lil sensed a sudden change of mood and started baiting him again. She faced him with trembling breasts and proceeded to skin out of her white bikini panties as fast as she could. She tossed them aside, shook her shapely ass at him.
"Here's what you're after, little boy—my ass. It's all yours. Come and get it, little boy."
Lil say his cock was wilting. She laughed.
Brand was turning off. Lil wanted him to stay turned on. Not for her sake. For Arab's ...
She spread the dimpled cheeks of her ass to show Brand the puckered brown circle nestled between them.
"Don't be bashful, widdle boy. Show Lil how much you hate her guts for all the times she tried to protect you from your own stupidity." She slapped her buttocks loudly. "Do your thing, dum-dum—fuck my ass!"
Brand's cock softened. Asshole. His for the taking. Only he didn't want it. Not from her, and not like this. Lil knew why. She had become submissive. Angry but submissive. Like a paid whore. The mistake was hers. Brand wanted a woman who had fire in her blood.
"Come on, widdle boy, fuck Lil's pretty ass."
Brand stared at her tense sphincter but nothing happened.
She shook her ass at him again and panted, "Come, baby, I'm waiting for that big spiteful cock you want to shove up my asshole. Get with it. Shit or get off the pot!"
No use ...
Lil straightened, then turned to look at Brand. Then, hating herself for what she was going to do next, she started slashing at his pride with her sharp tongue again. "What's the matter, widdle wabbit? Can't you get your cawwot hard so you can bury it in my asshole?"
She saw Brand's fists clench and for a wild moment she thought he was going to hit her; he didn't. Instead he walked over to where his luggage rested, started to pick them up, now anxious to leave.
Lil took a deep breath and went for the low blow. "All the rumors I heard about you in and around Harbor City are true, aren't they, widdle boy?" She made a derisive sound. "You go, but only up to a certain point, and then your cock drops dead. Macho one minute, eunuch the next. Maybe you'd do better if you tried making it with another boy."
Brand paled. "Shut the fuck up, Lil."
Lil stood before him, feet apart and cunt showing, breasts heaving. "Make me shut up, you sorry little fruit."
Brand walked up to her and hit her in the stomach. She doubled over and clutched her belly. Brand shoved her, and she landed on her naked ass with a loud thud. She looked up at him, clutching her stomach. "You didn't get a cherry, Brand. I've been knocked down before."
"You won't get knocked down by me again," Brand said as he towered over her. "The next time you bad-mouth me I'll do worse than set you on your ass. Clear?"
Brand turned away from her and walked back to his luggage. Lil jumped up and ran over to the window as he carried the bags outside and tossed them inside his Mercedes. He started to ease in behind the wheel. She ran naked into the sunlight.
Brand stood beside the Mercedes and waited until she walked up to him. "What the fuck is it with you, Lil? Wasn't one fist in the guts enough to make you get your rocks off?"
She was breathing heavily, breasts rising and falling, and she noted that her dark nipples had hardened.
"One punch is never enough to make me cream my cunt," she snapped. "Nor is one punch enough to keep me down. I know how to duck or roll with most of them." She looked at him shrewdly. "The question is, do you know how?"
A puzzled look crawled across Brand's face. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?"
"I think you already know, Brand." Her voice changed, softening. "I know why you're leaving."
"So?"
She took a deep breath that rocked her naked breasts. "I don't think you're going to make it stick, Brand. Not unless you put a lot of distance between Arab and yourself. And I do mean a lot of distance. Stay within her reach and she'll retie that knot around your cock so fast it will make your head swim."
"I'm afraid I don't get it, Lil." Irritation edged his voice. "Why don't you stop talking in parables and make us both smart?"
She nodded. "All right, baby, here it comes. I like your mother. I always did, I always will. My hang-up for other women has nothing to do with the way I feel about her. I owe Arab in a way I couldn't possible expect you to understand, and now is my chance to do my thing and balance the books a little. Getting you out of her hair would damn near balance my private ledger and put me in the black."
"How do you figure it?"
"I'd be doing Arab a favor. You don't belong anywhere near her. You never did. Arab doesn't deserve a heartless sonofabitch like you for a son ... or a lover."
Brand winced. "She seems to think so."
She twisted her lips. "Only because she likes to keep you dancing on the end of her string. Think I'm joking? Stay close to the nest and find out the hard way, little boy."
"Know something, Lil?" Brand said as he eased in behind the wheel of his Mercedes and keyed the engine to life. "I think I will stick close to this nest, just so I can make a liar out of you!"
Tears of happiness shone in Lil's eyes as she watched Brand take off. She had clobbered him with words she hadn't wanted to speak, but it didn't matter. The important thing was that her reverse psychology had worked.