TAMED
Adebayo Adijat@adijatadebayo587950
9 days ago
I was furious as the glass shattered in my hands, flinging it against the wall, as I enjoyed it bits flee everywhere. Madness coursed through my veins. “How dare she leave?” I seethed, crumbling the note that spelled her betrayal. A bitter laugh escaped me, no one ever leaves, not her. My knuckles turned white as crimson blood trickled down, a primal urge to hunt her down igniting within me. I swiped at the glasses of champagne, sending them tumbling to the floor, their liquid exploding in a messy spray. The mess around me mirrored my disrupted emotions.
“No one ever leaves,” I seethed, “Everyone fears!” This squabbling city bowed to me. I found myself racing through its heart, searching for a way to drown the pain. Men don’t bleed, not for a woman. I slammed to a stop at a hotel that housed both a casino and a bar.
After tearing off a button from my shirt, my rippled chest reflected in the glistening wine glasses before me, I swirled the whiskey glass in my hand. Its harshness failed to wash away my anger, I felt a monstrous desire to kill, to heap bodies and turn the world upside down. After three unquenchable shots, I found myself scrolling through a site, not a porn site, I’d never liked that. No, something wilder, a nefarious fantasy where I could order a woman.
A smirk crept onto my lips as a bad idea surfaced. My fingers pressed the button, desperate to quench my insanity. “Hello, how would you like your girl? Your location and address?” My hands typed a single sentence. "I want her to come masked.” I submitted my address and closed the site.
I drove home in a wild haste, to my estate where only one person remained, my elder maid. Bursting into the mansion, I raced to my room, showering off the sweat that mingled with the scent of liquor. I was ready tonight, the tension of anticipation twisting inside me. With fingers snapping, I yanked off my tie, but my room already made like it was wasn't looking messy before.
Hunched in waiting, anger seeped from me. I had loved, what weak men do and now it felt like a million knives stabbing through my heart. The thought of her leaving fueled my rage, nearly causing me to overturn things when a bell rang.
A grin spread across my face, my order had arrived. I sat like a king, legs apart, whiskey in hand, my bare, sculpted chest exposed. I was a god.
When the door creaked open, my elder maid entered with a low bow. I granted her permission to leave, and silence enveloped the room. My impatience grew, ready to unleash my rage on the one I had ordered. Just then, the door swung open, and I could barely make out the figure slipping through. My anger began to recede as the curve of her hip came into view, her tiny waist a sight to devour. She was beautiful, masked, my wonderful prize.
I wanted to rip her off her clothes, make her regret coming, run for her life show the demon I was. But I remained still, a predator poised to strike. As she stopped, seemingly able to see through her mask, she bowed. My heart raced like a wild beast thrumming against my ribcage. “Sit,” I commanded, my voice dripping with power. She obeyed, her thighs crossing over each other, and I longed to tear them apart.
I watched in silence, my hands itching to explore, to own her. Her lips were perfect. As I approached the bed, I gripped her chin and despite her calmness, I sensed she was well aware of her game. I slid the strap of her dress down, my fingers brushing against her neck. Was she strong enough for all I intended to do? She smiled as I held her throat, igniting my anger further until she started coughing, yes, pain was what I wanted.
“Ly,” I murmured, my cuffs clamping down on her wrists, my fingers tearing through her clothing until she lay bare before me. I reveled in the sight and exited momentarily to the lounge for a drink.
When I returned, she was calmer, obedient, a quality I enjoyed. My hand traced her buds, a perfect pink, down to her body. I was consumed by anger and soon I found myself dropping beside her, drowsiness overtaking me.
Sunlight hit my face, and I awoke to find her still there, still masked. My anger had vanished, and I uncuffed her, ready to let her go. I couldn’t do anything else; I’d kill her with pleasure, with my disaster. Hesitantly, I removed her mask, and in an instant, I was captivated by the woman staring back at me, a goddess with eyes like a tempest, drawing me in. She smiled, and before I could think, she wrapped her arms around me, tracing my muscles. I was lost in her.
Why would such a beautiful woman be on a whore site? She pressed kisses along my skin, awakening a yearning I hadn’t felt before. I pinned her against the bed, muscles coiling around her, whispering, “Don’t dare.” But she smiled, taming me with a flicker of defiance.
“You were supposed to turn me over, make love to me. That’s why I came here,” she whispered. “You can leave,” I replied, my intentions clear. She stood, her body shimmering in the sunlight, and approached the door, her curves calling me.
When she opened the door, I stopped her with my body, pinning her down. “I will have you, own you. You’ll be mine.”
“Don’t go,” I commanded, my voice low and intense. “But fear for your life, for the things I will do to you.”
“I do not fear,” she smiled.
In that moment, I was tamed, and I forgot the woman I had lost. My heart rocked harder, and I pounced on the wall, claiming her lips.
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