Warning: R21, contains scenes with sex, nudity and violence. Reader’s discretion advised.
Nma looked Jim in the eye and smiled. “I would love to stay. The thing is I have commitments that need my attention. Sharing a drink was me trying to keep calm; to avoid panic in crisis.”
“Of course. Allow me to compensate you for your time.” Jim said as he got up and walked over to his laptop. “Can I have your bank details?”
She gave them to him and moments later an alert for N100,000 appeared on her phone. She could feel her resolve wavering like a reed in the rain. The voices in her head were yapping again.
“Ehn, at least we have something. Let’s go abeg.”
“Mumu. Hundred k na money?”
“Thief. I no blame you. If them shake you upside down, how much go comot?”
“It’s about the principle of the matter. Really. The man needs a lesson in ‘Respecting artists and paying them’.”
“Hehe. If kasala burst here, I no dey o!”
Jim was saying “…it’s not much but I hope it helps. I could give you more though. If you would… let me explore some sensual possibilities with you.”
…explore some sensual possibilities with you.
Nma nearly choked on her drink. He made her sound like an adventure, a territory, an expedition. Anything but a living, feeling, breathing human. in that instant she disliked him immensely. She was going to carry out her plan. She was going to teach him a lesson; one he wouldn’t forget, ever.
She held her breath and exhaled.
“Another hundred for the afternoon. Three if you stay the night.” Jim said.
“That’s generous. You are a very rich man Mr Newton.”
“Oh, that’s nothing. I manage my father’s estate and I get paid to consult on a number of culture and tourism projects for the government here.
Nigeria loves her expatriates, doesn’t She?” He said, erupting into a riotous laugh.
“Yes She does.” Nma replied, dropping her half full glass. “We should get to it then. Time waits for no man they say.”
“Sure” Jim answered, smiling his most disarming smile.
He held her hand and led her to his room. It smelled of mint and jasmine, there were two large paintings of idyllic landscapes on the walls. The floor was covered in an onyx and beige rug. An old fashioned king sized bed with metal head and foot rests sat in the centre like a obese czar.
“You smoke?” Nma asked, gesturing at the pack of cigarettes by the headrest.
“Sometimes. When I am stressed.” Jim answered. “But now, I want to smoke you. Inhale you, exhale you…”
Nma moved closer and kissed him. She had to control the tempo, be in charge, if this was going to work. She pulled his T-shirt off and felt his bottle smooth chest.
“Eww. This oyinbo body be like wet bread.”
“Shut up wetin you know?!”
“Nawa o. Hian! I no dey o!”
The voices chirped in her head,like an opera of canaries. She paid them no mind.
” Would you like to try something?” She asked Jim between breaths.
“Of course, anything.” Jim gushed.
“Where are your ties?”
“In the wardrobe.”
“I’ll be right back. You might want to get out of those shorts.”
She watched him scramble out of his clothes with a smile and fetched some ties from the wardrobe.
“We’ll have to manage these.” She said teasing him with her eyes.
“Jim, you’ve been such a naughty boy.”
“I am sorry, ma, please …punish me.”
She fastened his arms to the bed post using the knots she had learnt from her ex boyfriend Mike. Mike was a sailor. He knew just how to tie a knot. She had learnt in jest, now she was glad she had.
She tied his legs as well kissing, gliding and teasing as she made her way down. She had discarded her clothes and all she had on was black lace lingerie. She tied his feet to the bed posts and gave him a lewd wink.
“There we go.” She said looking up from her task.
“Come and sit on me. Please. I am bursting.”
“In a minute.”
She stood up and removed her bra. Her breast sprung free: full,brown, big and beautiful. She heard him suck in his breath and knew she was getting the response she wanted.
She walked to her bag, picked up her camera and put the video on.
“Wait. What are you doing? Put that away! What is this? A con?”
“Shhh, Jim, relax. This is going to be fun.”
She toyed with the angle for the camera while Jim screamed and swore.
When she got the right spot, she propped it up and returned to her prey.
He was well hung, with a splash of brown hair at the base. His erection had deflated a bit with the turn in events. She decided to do something about it.
Taking him in her mouth, she closed her eyes and imagined herself licking a giant lollipop.
“Nma, no. No. No! Stop! Don’t stop. Please. Faster. Harder. ArrRrrrgh ‘;#*!;.!”
She ignored him. A change of tempo in his thrusts warned her that he was almost gone, so she stopped.
“Why? Why are you stopping? Babe please. Don’t do this. I’ll give you 300. 400. Stop this. Un-tie me. Please!”
Without a word she rose and fetched a belt. He was a pitiable sight. Red around his wrists and ankles where he strained against the knots, faint beige above that, up to his knees and elbows, then cream thighs, belly and chest. That an a turgid penis glistening and wet.
She put off the camera and picked up a belt. The crack of the belt as it hit his thighs, belly, and chest made her giddy with glee.
He grit his teeth and bore it without a sound. His erection deflated and tears were streaming down his eyes. Nma smiled. Yes, this was definitely looking up.
She got lipstick, blush and eye shadow from her bag. Walking over to him she dusted on the blush.
“Nma, please. I am sorry. You don’t have to do this. Forgive me. I will pay for your work. I’ll buy the entire collection. I am so so sorry–”
“Shut up. You are interrupting my work.” She sat back and admired his make-up. “You make such a pretty girl Jim.”
She sashayed over to the drawers and searched them. Soon, she found a pack of Rough Riders. She picked one and tore it open. She was dripping wet already. She intended to enjoy this.
Walking over to him, she took him in her mouth again. Soon he was as hard as a rock. She slid the condom on him with a fluid flick of her wrists.
He was sobbing now. Soft silly sounds that made her want to bitch-slap him. The camera was on, though,so she had to make things look as mutually pleasurable as possible.
She climbed on him and his sobs became moans. Her hands were caressing her breasts. Her hips were rocking to a timeless rhythm. Soon she was spent and she rolled off him.
“What? Why did you stop?” Jim yelled.
She grabbed her clothes and tiptoed to the bathroom without saying a thing. Minutes later, she emerged, fresh and innocent-looking.
“That will be 500k.” She said.
“500 what? Are you crazy? For what? I didn’t even come! You should be paying me!” Jim said, his face a mask of incredulity and pain.
“Naughty Jim.” She whispered, as she walked over to him and traced patterns on his chest. “How does it feel? How does ‘this’ feel? To be trapped, in your own home, bound with your clothes, enslaved by your desire, humiliated by your lust ?
How does it feel to be used? Made a slave for another’s satisfaction, lusts and rage?
Jim, how does it feel to raped?
To be continued.