Release Me Ch. 01

"Being your slave what should I do but tend upon the hours and times of your desire?

I have no precious time at all to spend, nor service to do til you require..."

Sonnet 57

William Shakespeare

Aisha closed the door and threw her keys on the counter, walking down the hall she did not even bother with lights just wanting to forget this night and all the nights before it. She knew he was pissed but so was she, enough was enough, six years of this. Six years of hiding, pretending, not publicly existing all because he did not have enough balls to live his truth.

Taking off her gown she walked into the large bedroom heading straight for the bathroom and stepping into the waterfall shower to let the tension easing balm cascade over her head. Once scrubbed down and hair washed she wrapped a towel around a petite caramel body and made her way to the kitchen. A cup of tea with a little brandy should help her sleep, at least that is what her grandmother always said. Walking into the living room laughing Aisha recalled her grandmother always seem to have more brandy than tea in her cup.

"What's so fucking funny?"

Aisha jumped at the question her towel falling to the floor while Josh sat staring at her in the dim light.

"I didn't know you were here." She bent over picking up her towel.

"Do I need your permission now, I do own the place."

Aisha could hear his anger and decided to keep walking as she was not in the mood to put up with any shit. Taking out the tea kettle she filled it with tap water then walked to the stove to turn on the back burner. Out of the corner of her eye she could see his dominant figure blocking the exit and effectively putting her on notice that a fight would not be avoided. Continuing with her task her mind was mapping the room as she had no intentions of being cornered by him.

Leisurely grabbing the things she would need, Aisha would take glances only to see Josh continue to stand tall his hands unthreateningly in the pockets of a pair of dark gray slacks.

She knew his pose was deceptive as he waited for her to explain but as far as she was concerned he could wait until hell froze over. Blue eyes were glued to her every move his square jawed features like granite. Taking out the bottle of brandy she poured a hardy half glass was hoping liquid courage would ease her reaction to the tension in the room. When the kettle whistled she poured the steaming water into the mug of brandy then added a tea ball that seem plop loudly to her ears. Not bothering to sit she leaned against the Viking fridge that was located on the other side of the room. He was obviously willing too wait her out so she sipped her tea refusing to give in. When the mug was empty Aisha wished she had added more brandy and was almost tempted to just take a gulp of the liquor right out of the bottle but thought it would make her look nervous. Pretending the cup was not empty she kept drinking from it for a good ten minutes before he finally spoke.

"Come here."

When he stepped further into the room she went to the other side of the table.

"Josh I don't want to do this tonight." She stopped moving when he stopped. "I'm serious."

Walking around he followed without rushing but stopped when she went to the other side.

"Come here Isha." His voice was quiet as he spoke his eyes hard.

When he moved quickly around the table and caught her upper arm Aisha hit him with the tea cup yelling. "Josh stop!"

The crack of the cup made him let go and she ran up the stairs and into the bedroom closing and locking the door firmly behind her. The sound of his polite knock would have been funny if she did not know that he was seething with anger.

"Open the door."

Aisha sat on the bed thinking about her next move.

"Just open the door so we can talk about what happened tonight."

"Is that what you were trying to do downstairs, talk to me? Fuck you, I'm not opening that damn door!"

"I was trying to talk to you but you were playing games."

"I was drinking my tea Josh. I can't stand in my own kitchen and have a glass of tea without your shit?"

"I tried talking to you, tried asking you a question...." He yelled through the door but she cut him off.

"You don't want to talk and you certainly don't want to listen."

"Open the damn door!"

When his hand hit the door hard she jumped up and began packing. Going to the dresser she took out only the essentials as there was no way she was getting out with everything, that would have to wait until he was at work. Stepping into fresh underwear she covered them with a pair of running shorts and a tee. Spiking short hair with gel she then took out thick socks and hiking boots. Josh was talking through the door so she zoned him out to focus on the task at hand. A shoulder bag and her makeup case should do it for now.

"I'm gonna open the door Josh so just let me leave okay?" He stopped talking. "We don't need to talk anymore... at least not tonight." She added hoping that would buy her some time.

"Josh?" Taking in a deep breath she undid the lock opening the door slowly to find him leaning against the other side of the wall his arms folded across a firm chest blue eyes on brown wing tipped shoes.

"So that's it?" He spoke without looking up.

Walking carefully by him there was no answer to his question that we be acceptable so she gave none. Silent prayers of gratitude were given when she made it downstairs and reached the front door, that is until he snatched her shoulder bag tossing it across the room.

"That's fuckin it?"

"I don't owe you an explanation." She yelled pressed against the door.

"No? Why not?"

"Because I was in public and we don't exist in public."

Putting his nose close to hers Josh clinched his jaw while grabbing her arm in a vice grip. "I better not fucking...did you screw him?"

"It doesn't matter Josh you and I are done. I could have a pussy full of cum and it would have nothing to do with you."

His eyes went from an ocean blue to a dark almost black tint. Pulling her back down hallway and up the stairs she hit at his arm. "Let go Josh."

Pushing her through the door and onto the bed he slammed the door shut. "You better pray you don't have a pussy full of cum right now."

His hands hurt her as he grabbed two thin brown wrist in large pale hands pulling her to the edge of the bed.

"Don't do this Josh." Aisha cried in frustration as they wrestled over her shorts, a struggle she eventually lost despite the effort. Tossing them away he ripped at her underwear leaving nothing but remnants on the bed and her boots on her feet. She felt him searching the inside of her pussy like he was on a treasure hunt, roughly shoving his entire hand deep inside of her.

Josh was sure the examination hurt as she was not prepared for his invasion but he was pissed and hurt so she could fuck off. What seemed like an hour took less than a minute before he pulled a cum free hand and part of his wrist from inside of her.

Standing up he began to undress as she lay staring up at the tray ceiling feeling bullied and humiliated. She would not cry. She would not cry. She would not cry was repeated silently as he lift one leg and placed his firm body over hers. Josh paused but a moment to look at her from head to toe.

"You pissed Isha?" He demanded.

"Yup." She let her eyes meet his.

"Good, cause I'm pissed too." He strummed her clit with his thumb as two fingers worked more gently the second time into her cunt. There was no response from her but Josh knew it was just a matter of time so he continued his administrations patiently despite his mind going back to earlier in the evening.

He had been at the end of a business dinner when he saw Aisha exiting the hotel elevator with a guy holding her close. The guy was tall, good looking, well built, and black. He was in a tailored tuxedo as she looked beautiful in an emerald green gown. Josh could tell immediately that this was not casual as it was clear the two cared a great deal for each other. They looked perfect together.

Aisha never noticed him watching her from across the lobby but Josh had no intention of remaining out of site, purposely walking over and stepping into their path he waited for her to speak.

"Excuse..." She was about to apologize until she saw Josh's steely gaze. "Josh?"

"In the flesh." His words were curt when he turned not waiting for her to introduce him. "Josh Hartnik."

"Nick Clarence."

They shook hands before Josh turned back to Aisha his eyes frosty. "What are you doing here?"

He could tell she did not like his tone as her chin lift defiantly, Josh's cue that she was not happy with him.

"I'm out with a friend." He thought the other man was going to speak but Aisha put her hand on his chest and started rubbing. "If you don't mind we got a little side tracked upstairs so we have to go."

When Josh's colleagues signaled they were ready to move on he leaned into Aisha whispering in her ear.

"What the fuck is going on?"

"What do you mean?" She asked innocently so that her companion could hear.

Again his party signaled him.

"I have to go."

"Not stopping you." She smiled politely.

"This isn't over."

"I disagree."

He stared for a moment then bent down kissing her on the cheek before turning away without saying goodbye to Nick.

Once his evening ended he planned on going to the house and having a rational conversation with Aisha so they could deal with issues that obviously had her feeling resentful. Josh thought she would be moping about their situation but instead he found her laughing, seemingly unconcerned with what had occurred.

Pulling on her clit he felt her start to respond.

"Good girl." He whispered before sliding down between her legs to take a deep whiff, she smelled the same. Sticking his tongue inside he licked the insides of her pussy causing Aisha to moan and grab his head. Josh pulled sticky lips apart wide trying to taste as deep into her hole as he could, she still taste like his. Hungry lips formed a circle and started to plunger her pussy rhythmically.

"Aaahhh....yes." She moaned to both their satisfaction. Pulling away from her grip Josh slid in his index and middle finger to locate the magic button and began tapping it. His lips return to flick over and across her swollen clit making her thighs tremble. It took less than ten minutes to get her pussy to run in satisfaction.

Aisha expected him to mount her in search of his own satisfaction but instead he rose up above her face to kiss her gently before speaking. "Who was he?"

"Josh please..."

He shook his head not willing to let it go. "Were you in his hotel room?" When she lowered her eyes he felt anger rising believing that was answer enough. "Did you two fuck?"

"Josh get up." Aisha pushed at his shoulders.

"Why won't you answer the question?" He braced his weight so she could not move him.

"It doesn't deserve an answer."

"So you're fine with me guessing at what happened tonight?"

"Why wouldn't I be? For once I'm not the only one sitting around here worried."

"I'm not going to play your bullshit games Isha."

"Is this what it takes to get your attention Josh? For six years I've been sitting around this house waiting. You expect that I'm going to always be here but you're wrong." It was time to shake shit up.

"Look at me Aisha." She raised her eyes. "What does that mean?"

"I'm done."

He nodded. "You running to him?"

"Does it matter?"

"He's your knew sugar daddy? Is he going to pay your Jeep note, buy you a house? Pay for your classes?" Aisha slapped him hard across the face then tried to lift her knee to make contact with his privates but he was to fast so she settled for pulling his hair. He grabbed her wrist squeezing tightly until she let go.

"You fucking know the rules, you hit me I hit you back." It was a rule that Aisha did not forget often. Josh let her know early on that he did not like being hit though that did not stop him from pushing her down and taking her anyway he wanted when he was angry. The fact that she usually ended up enjoying it did not make her feel better about him using his size and strength to do what he insisted she not. In six years they had argued quite a bit, two of them having gotten enough of control to cause her injury. She was not sure if they were at that point tonight and she did not want to find out. Opening one eye to see how he was going to respond to her attack it was not what she expected.

"Let's get married?"

Her other eye opened wide at the question. "What?"

Josh's nude form sat up on the bed his back to her, elbows leaning on his knees. "We should get married." Aisha knew he must have slapped her so hard she was now in a coma dreaming he was proposing. "Let's head down to the strip and get it over with. I'll take a couple of days off from work and be back by Monday morning."

Aisha sat up so she could see his profile and was horrified to see that he looked more resigned than happy about the off the cuff proposal. "So your gonna squeeze me in? We'll get this over with and all of our problems will just go away Josh?"

He turned resentful blue eyes on her. "What the fuck do I do then Isha?"

"Why like this?" She whispered hoping he had an answer that did not make her feel like she was an albatross around his neck.

"I'm not gonna lose you to this guy, if this is what it takes then so be it."

Aisha's heart fell.

Getting up she left him sitting on the bed as she went downstairs to get her bag, returning she placed it in the closet then sat on the bed to take off her boots.

"Isha?" He waited for her answer.

"You don't have to marry me Josh, Nick isn't my lover he's my brother in law. My sister is due in three weeks and couldn't fly, Nick had a business event to attend here in Vegas and I agreed to go with him."

"Why didn't you just say that?" He did not like suddenly feeling like an ass.

"We've been together for six years Josh, why didn't you know?"

Not waiting for his answer she turned out the light thden climbed into bed.

"Aisha...?"

"I will never out live my past will I Josh?"

"You know I love you..."

"All I know right now is that I'm tired, really tired." They both knew she was talking about more than sleep. Josh lay in bed and tried to pull her close only to have Aisha pull away.

"I'm tired too you know?"

"I know."

"I always come back."

"Yeah, but to have to keep coming back means you first have to keep leaving."

"You do remember how we got here don't you?"

"How can I not when you won't let me forget Josh?"

"This is better than nothing."

She turned to look at him over her shoulder. "I remember you once telling me I deserved more, now I deserve a little better than nothing?"

"That's not what I meant."

"Maybe you should head back tonight."

"Isha come on." He sighed heavily.

"What? I'm trying to make this easy for you. You came to make sure I stayed, I'm staying so you can go now."

"I came because I love you."

"Hmmmm...." With that she lay back down and let him place a weary arm around her a second time.

"Ish?"

"What Josh?" Resentment gave way to emotional exhaustion.

"I'm sorry."