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For the first time he had realized the depth in which her hazel eyes extended to. If her uncle didn’t make her rich, if the continuous flow of clients didn't make her rich, her golden eyes with a hint of green flakes in them would. He had never seen anything like it. He would empty his bank at that moment if she would leave that tormented world with him. In the silence that pursued her as she removed herself from his lap, filled itself with images of Reeza,
He wanted to back out of his arrangement. Lust was signing his check and selling his soul. He went back into the watchtower and tried to remove the existence of Licious from his skin. He quickly lifted his mask and dried his face with a towel. He looked down then sighed. He pushed his p***s and balls back into his leather pants. His world with Licious had prematurely ejaculated all over his world with Reeza.
After there s****l interaction, Licious went back to not speaking. She didn’t say another word to him. He was able to go back to his late night conversations with his new best friend and girl, Reeza. The more he talked to her the more he realized, she was going to be a handful.
She wasn’t one to shy and run from her curiosities. If she wanted to know something she was asking or she was locating the correct people to give her the answers she wanted to hear. The question that she asked was, “Where do you go at night?”.
The question was shocking because there was no reason she would think he was not at home. He had never spoken to her at the club or while traveling in his car unless he was on his way to her. “I go to sleep.” Reeza didn’t respond to his lie. A took a really deep sigh and hoped that somehow she would let this go. He was not ready to share this information with her.
“Okay. I thought you had an evening job or hung out with your friend during the week.”
Her reply was atypical. He felt the need to keep digging.
“Oooohhh…kkkkay. Where is this coming from?”
“You are a 25 year old who doesn’t go out on the weekends, you don’t even drink. So I just assumed that you were partying so hard during the week that you needed to sleep in every weekend.”
“Oh good grief Reeza. Partying isn’t life. I have seen more than enough over the past 15 years to scar me for the rest of my life. Were you really looking for a bad boy?” Grayson remarked snidely.
“No. My would have definitely cut our relationship short if he thought you were still attached to the underworld.”
That conversation kept his heart beating abnormally rapid. He convinced himself that he had not done anything wrong. He hadn’t betrayed Reeza; what happened was just a part of his job.
That night in Lagos was cold. He didn’t wear enough layers to dispel the icy chill in the air. His eyes felt like they would freeze and fall out of his head. As he stood outside of his car rubbing his hands together another vehicle pulled up and parked. [Tonight looks busy.]
A week had passed since he had s*x with Licious and looked forward to normalcy. He walked up to the bouncer and showed his ID.
“I’m with him.” A familiar voice came from behind him. No part of him wanted to turn around. He wanted to pretend like he didn’t know her.
“You will explain to me why you are here. So don’t ignore me.”
He closed his eyes and put his head down. “Defeated again.” he whispered.
“Yes she is with me.”
Reeza grabbed the edge of Grayson’s shirt and followed him into the club. He had wished more than anything that he could turn around and leave. Reeza showing up was not a reason his uncle would accept. He continued to walk to the dressing room as Reeza gasped and stared at the orgies and naked slaves.
“Did you follow me? Why are you here?” Grayson said more angry than he wanted to be.
Reeza was not phased. He imagined that a bear could've been trying to eat her alive and she would look it in the eye and tell it to f**k off. [Where does she get these balls?]
“I came to your house last wednesday on a whim but before I turned into the drive away you were pulling out. I was curious so I trailed you. You stayed here so long, I started to question your motives for being with me.” Reeza’s words stung but she wasn’t wrong. If the shoe was on the other foot he would have already broken up with her.
“I am doing this for my uncle.” He felt like a snitch that was given a get out of jail free card if he spilt the beans. He was giving up everything. By the time he finished running through the narrative, it was time for him to start working. He had come in early to meet with the new manager before getting started but Reeza put an end to that.
Her face was stuck in a state of shock. “Look if you don’t follow me, you can stay.”
Grayson said but he wasn’t sure if his words would reach her.
“I want to be a dom, if only for a few times.” Grayson stumbled backwards while he shoved his legs into his pants. [She would make a perfect do,.]
“Are you serious right now? Isn’t that a violation of our relationship.” He spewed.
“You are f*****g hilarious. How do I sign up. Just a trial run.” She glared at Grayson.
“Here you call me Guyver. Put this mask on, the manager will give you a name. Do not tell anyone who you really are or who I am. Our lives and our parents' lives will become food for the paparazzi vultures. Got it?”
Reeza nodded. She put the black mask covering over her eyes then a nurses mask over her mouth. Grayson was so angry at her he thought he would strangle her. He led her to the manager's office and left to be with Licious.
She spoke with the manager, talked about pricing and names.
“Athena, you are in luck we do have a person who is normally a dom but is looking to try being submissive. Not sure how well that will go but he understands the club rules. Make sure you keep the alert button around your neck at all times. And since you are new and you don’t have an outfit please choose from the closet.”
Reeza stood up and looked through the suits. The manager was giving off a recovering pedophile vibe and she wanted to leave his office quickly. She grabbed a pair of leather short shorts that came with a see through bandage shirt. She would keep on her black boots. He handed her the room number.
Even though she was the one being severely bold, her stomach was turning in anxious knots. She changed clothes and covered her face. She walked into the room and the sub was already tied up. A woman walked out of a room and started to introduce herself,
“Hello Athena, I am going to be your 5 minute coach. You can call me Ms. O. Never draw blood to the point where it flows. Slight whips or scratches happen but flowing blood will require us to call the police. “ She pointed around the room at all of the different punishment tools and made sure she understood that everything ends when the bell rings, no matter what she was doing to the sub
“Other than that, feel free to f**k him and spank him until your heart is content.” Ms. O smiled naughtily and then exited the room. Reeza picked a short skinny bendy pole with a leather piece of cloth on the end. She slapped the man’s chest then pushed the tool into his n****e. His length rose and she stumbled backwards. It was a lot larger than what she had seen on TV and Grayson.
She pushed his stiff length with the tool and then slapped the males inner thighs. She had spent the whole time just trying out the different toys, that time had run past her. She never got to have s*x with the gurthy male. She shrugged and walked out of the room, leaving the males length hard and throbbing painfully.
When she made it back to the locker room she started taking her clothes off. The man from the play room walked in. Reeza screamed out. “What are you doing here?”
“You must be new here. Dressing rooms are co-ed. This room is for doms. I didn’t enjoy being your sub today.” his voice was deep. His body was big. He was brawny. When he took off his shirt his waist was hairy and thick like he used to be fat but was working on a six pack.
“f**k are you looking at.” He growled at her.
She could see that his d**k was still hard. He was just unfulfilled which was causing him to be a b***h.
She snarled back, “Nothing much.”
Before she knew it, the male had grabbed her by the back of the neck and shoved her face into her locker. “He is so strong..” She thought as the edge of the locker pushed into the side of her face. She was so stunned that she could not call out for help. “No. no wait!” was all she could get out before he pushed his length deep into her. She grabbed at the lockers trying to free herself. The music outside of the room was so loud. [The panic button.]
He pounded on her so hard her pelvis rammed into the lockers. She moved to press the button then he ripped at her hair sliding her face against the closed lockers. He had pulled her feet off of the ground. She could press the panic button. What he was doing hurt but it felt so good. She let her arms fall to the side.
“Does this feel like nothing much, b***h!” The man violently spewed, leaving spit on her face. She gritted her teeth as he pulled her head back and pressed it against the locker. She could feel his length swelling and throbbing against her walls. She was coming. She held her mouth open and eyes rolled in the back of head.
She didn’t have to scream harder. She parted legs further apart and he rammed himself so hard and deep within her that she could feel her bones shaking. After she came, he pulled out of her then came on her limp body.
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