by Kiru Taye
They stared at each other as she sat on top of him. His gaze was filled with intense heat, and his dick beneath the sheets had hardened.
“You know when I get out of these bonds, I’m going to belt your ass raw,” he said, glaring at her.
“Yes, boss,” she replied as she got off him and started taking the rest of her clothes off.
She watched him as he watched her. Her nerve endings tingled, her need heightened.
“Untie me,” he ordered when she pulled the sheets back to reveal his nakedness.
He wasn’t tamed. Just a wild tiger caged for the moment.
“No,” she said. “This obele needs to teach her boss a lesson.”
TEN
EBUKA GROWLED as lust flooded his veins.
The threat in Allie’s voice floated between them, adding to the violence that vibrated in the air.
He lifted his bound hands, trying to sit up.
“Stay where you are.” She pulled his legs, dragging him down the bed, so the tie was stretched tight.
He glared at her, and she only smiled in return.
If he could sit up, he’d be able to loosen the knot on the lamp and eventually free his hands. He could yank hard. But that would damage the wall furniture.
There was a time he wouldn’t have cared about damaging property. A time he wouldn’t have let anyone tie him up.
But he’d outgrown that boy. Moved on. Gone legit. Become a gentleman.
Still, there was a reason his ancestors had coined the proverb “whether it is dead or alive, do not touch a lion by its tail” because you didn’t know if it would jump up and bite you in the ass.
Someone should have warned Allie.
Because she was stirring the beast inside him. The part he’d tried to bury.
In any case, Ebuka had nothing to prove to her. So, he’d allowed her to tie him up. However, it seemed she had something to prove.
He’d never seen her like this. Like a changeling.
She’d been cold and distant at their first meeting. Warm and passionate during their night in the cabin. Determined and diligent while working on the farm. Playful and protective with Ginika over the past few days.
Now her eyes blazed with jealousy and fury. She was willing to defy his order, knowing the outcome would be punishment.
“Allie, let’s talk about this.” He tried to reclaim some control.
She climbed onto the bed on her hands and knees—naked body, tawny brown skin, scars on her back, and intense amber eyes filled with lust.
His heart stuttered. The urge to touch her made his palms itch and his mouth water. Oh, he would make her ass sore, but he would fuck her.
“Your version of talking is you telling me what to do.” She crawled across the bed, smooth like a cat. “Now is the time for you to listen to me.”
Mesmerised, his words froze in his throat. He blinked, watching her move until she stopped between his spread legs.
“Don’t think that because I choose to yield to you that I have no say in what happens between us?” She wrapped her warm hand around his dick, grip rough.
A ragged moan ripped out of him. Heat spiked through his blood. His limbs weakened, thighs falling apart.
“I have an equal stake in this.” She stroked him, up and down.
He opened his mouth to dispute, but the words died as all his brain cells focused on feeling instead of talking. He shook his head instead.
“You might think I have no stake in this," she continued. "But I have as much to lose if things go wrong. You’re going to have to trust me on this.”
She watched his face as her other palm covered his balls. Unable to stop his response, he groaned, moving arching hips.
He shouldn’t be responding like this. He shouldn’t let her control the situation.
But there was something about her, the way her amber eyes stayed glued on him, flashing with deadly need, making it futile to resist her.
His arousal spiked, even knowing she dared him.
“So, you don’t get to tell me when it ends. And I don’t get to tell you when it ends. When the time comes, we’ll both know it.”
She leaned forward, her burning gaze still fixed on him as she opened her mouth and swallowed the head of his dick.
A sound broke from his throat. Pleasure assaulted him, spiking from his balls to the tips of his fingers. He couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t do anything but watch her take charge of his body.
Her head bobbed, and his cock hit the back of her throat.
His hands balled into fists. The sound of his heavy panting filled the room.
Her lips stretched around his girth, wetness trailing as she slid up and swirled her tongue around the sensitive tip.
Fuck!
She had him. No doubt about it. Any fight he still had vanished, and he sank into the pleasure like velvet over his skin.
She came down again, taking him deep, her nose grazing the hairs on his groin.
He closed his eyes, jerking his hips, trying to get as deep inside her as he could. If she carried on like this, he was going to come. He also didn’t want it to end.
He gritted his teeth, fighting the overwhelming need for release.
She hummed, sending vibrations down his length, to his balls and the base of his spine.
“Allie!” Her name ripped out of his throat in a guttural sound.
She lifted her head, released him with a pop. Her hands stayed on him, left one on his balls, right one gripped his cock.
“Did you want something, boss?” she asked in a tone all too innocent.
Mouth agape, he panted, filling and emptying his lungs in shallow breaths.
“Don’t play with me,” he managed to say.
“I wouldn’t dream of it. I just thought you wanted something.”
“Yes. I do. Your mouth. I want to fill it with my cum.”
She lowered her head, a devious glint in her eyes before she sucked him again.
On second thoughts, perhaps it wasn’t best to let her continue. He had basically handed control back to her.
He cried out as he fought the thrill fizzing through him, bucking hips to get her off.
She didn’t let go. Instead, she hollowed out her mouth and hummed, her throat contracting around his length.
His harsh groans filled the room. Instead of fighting, he started thrusting, fucking her mouth as his dick swelled and hardened.
Allie didn’t pull away. She took the solid, relentless plunges, her fingers gripping his hips as she held on, her gaze locked on his.
She looked sexy, her mouth stretched around him, saliva dripping down her chin. They stared at each other as she took all of him.
She was right. He wasn’t done with her. He wasn’t sure if he would ever be done with her. She would leave one day. Until then, they would be together.
The sound of her whimpers got his attention, and he slowed his hip action, letting her take over again.
She swiped her tongue on the underside of his cock slowly from root to tip.
The climax rushed out from nowhere. The base of his spine tingled, and heat spread out to his limbs.
She seemed to know what was happening as she worked him tighter with her mouth, encouraging him to let go.
His balls tightened. With a shout from his hoarse throat, he rammed his hips upward, seeking her warm, wet mouth only to find cold, empty air.
Allie pulled her lips away, only her hand gliding over his dick.
Semen arched through the air and splattered on his stomach and thigh in several bursts.
He lay there, eyes closed, body trembling as the sound of rushing blood in his ears subsided and his panting breath regulated.
The mattress shifted, and she untied his hands. He lifted his lashes.
She stood by the bed, hands to her back, her expression withdrawn. “It’s the end of the lesson, boss.”
Exhaling a heavy sigh, his gut tightened as he rubbed his wrists, working the circulation around the
numb fingers.
He was disappointed because she hadn’t taken his cum in her mouth. But he understood she had been protesting against his actions.
He needed to resolve the misunderstanding. She stepped out of the way as he got out of bed.
He walked into the bathroom, ran some water into the sink and cleaned up.
Although he’d come, he wasn’t flaccid. A few minutes to rest and he’d be ready to go again. Would she stay or leave?
He got his answer moments later when he returned to the bedroom. She stood by the bed, hands behind her back.
He picked up the linen trousers he'd worn earlier and pulled them on without bothering with any underwear. Then he approached her, stopping at arm’s length.
She didn’t retreat or shift, showing no fear.
Good. He didn’t want to inspire that kind of rapport. They had a connection. No need to fight it anymore.
“So, you’d like us to be in a relationship?” he asked in a calm voice, brows raised in query.
She frowned, touching the base of her neck, her expression childlike. “A relationship? I didn’t exactly say that.”
His lips tugged at the corners. His chest tingled with warmth. “If we’re fucking each other exclusively, and you’re working on my ranch while we’re living under the same roof and playing house, what else would it be?”
Although he hadn’t overtly given her any attention while at the ranch, he’d observed the way she worked. All the reports from the other workers about her had been positive. She’d accomplished every task, no matter how menial. Every evening he’d sat at the dinner table in the kitchen and had watched her interactions with Ginika. They joked and laughed about whatever was trending on social media. Ebuka wasn’t big on social media, so most of it went over his head. However, it seemed a good friendship had developed between the two women.
Ginika needed the connection with a female her age, not just the virtual ones. She trusted Xandra.
Now Ebuka found himself discarding his old wariness.
The lines on Xandra’s forehead deepened.
He suppressed the urge to smooth them out with his lips. Needing the distance to think clearly, he maintained the little space between them.
He wanted to understand all her needs if this was going to work.
“I hadn’t thought about it in that way. But I want all those things with you. So yes, I would like a relationship with you,” she said, her gaze steady.
“Good. I’d like that too. But let’s get somethings clear. Firstly, Sabina is my ex. Our relationship might be complicated, and the divorce process even more problematic. But I don’t want her back in my bed or in my home. I look forward to the day I can get her out of my life for good. Make sense?”
“Yes,” she said.
“The second thing is about us. I like you, and I want us to explore this connection between us. But you should know that I can be quite intense. I don’t share.”
“I like that.” Her face widened in a smile, making the band in his chest loosen.
“You are beautiful and strong, and I would never disrespect you. When you yield to me, you offer me a precious gift. Something you don’t give others. Something for me to cherish. Do you understand?”
“Yes, I do.”
“Good.” Relieved, he reached for her, placing the left hand on her hip while the other went to her nape.
Pulling her close, he kissed her aggressively. The second she responded, he pulled away, leaving her panting and wanting more from the expression in her eyes.
It was time to administer her chastisement.
“You remember that I said I would spank your ass raw when I got out of the binding?”
She flinched. “Yes, boss.”
A wicked smile curved his lips. “And when I told you to untie me, you disobeyed me.”
“Yes, I did.” Her breathing became shallow.
“And knowing I wanted to come in your mouth, you still denied me the pleasure.”
She lowered her gaze and nodded.
“Obele, I want words.”
“Yes, boss.” She looked up.
“Yes, what?” he raised a brow.
“Yes, I knew what you wanted, and I didn’t carry it out.”
“And in all of it, you were insolent.”
“Yes, I was, boss.”
He didn’t include being tied up as a reason to punish her. He could’ve fought harder if he’d wanted. But wrestling with her had been a turn-on, and he’d wanted to see what she would do once she had restrained him.
Slowly, he pulled out the brown leather belt from the loops of the trousers. “Now it’s time to take your punishment.”
Her breath hitched as her eyes widened. But she didn’t look scared.
“You don’t ever have to doubt anything I tell you,” he said as he stepped back and folded the belt in his hand so that he held the buckle and the round end in his grip. “Face the bed and lean over it with only your hands touching the mattress.”
Without a word, she obeyed, her round ass cheeks presented in a perfect position. Her skin there was so smooth, so unmarred compared to the scars on her back that looked like cane welts that weren’t treated and hadn’t healed properly.
The thought that someone had left their marks on her made him feel murderous. But he didn’t want to disrupt their session by digging into her past right now.
However, he looked forward to making her bum sore with the belt. To reasserting his authority and claiming her. To giving her what she wanted. She liked pain if their night together was an indication.
“For your insolence and disobedience tonight, you will receive ten strikes. Count them out.”
"Yes, boss," she replied in a calm, resigned tone.
Standing by the side, he lifted the right hand in a medium arch and brought the leather down on her ass.
Thud.
She gasped, and her grip on the sheets tightened.
“One," her strained voice rang into the quiet room.
ELEVEN
XANDRA’S BODY flushed hot, and sweat beaded her skin by the time the last thud of the leather belt hit the already tender flesh of her bum.
“Ten,” she called out, voice a little breathy.
Her arms trembled from the strain of staying in a stiff position, but she didn’t move even when he stopped. She sucked in a deep breath and exhaled it, relief flowing through her along with the sense of purification.
“Obele, you’re so good when you want to be,” Ebuka said as he stepped away, the heat of his presence shifting and chilly air from the AC caressing her backside.
She should be full of indignation at his use of the diminutive ‘obele’ which translated to ‘little’. This implied she was the ‘little’ to his ‘Daddy’. She had no interest in age play or kink.
She would shut him down immediately if he ever mentioned dolls or dummies or fluffy toys. She shuddered at the imagery.
However, every time he used the pet-name, something fluttered low in her belly, her heart warmed, and she wanted to smile like an idiot. Maybe because the name was unique and no one else had given her a nickname, although Zoe shortened her name to Xan.
For a woman who never got emotional in sexual interactions, Xandra was still shocked at how much Ebuka made her feel, many of those reactions conflicting and confusing.
Today, she’d run a full gamut from feeling murderous at the sight of Ebuka with his wife to now wanting his body wrapped around hers as his shaft pulsed inside her.
She suppressed the smile blooming on her face. She shouldn’t be smiling when her bottom was sore from his belt. Especially after she’d taken matters into her hands by wrestling, restraining and disobeying him. She had proven her point and had earned his reprimand.
He trailed a palm over her ass. She flinched at the sensitivity.
“Every time you move, you will feel me on your skin.” He caressed her backside. “I’m thinking of borrowing a leaf from Ginika and taking photos of you l
ike this to celebrate as the marks will be gone in a few hours.”
Muscles tensing, she locked her elbows, so she didn’t push off the bed and get away from him. Photos were dangerous things. She didn’t want any evidence of her in a vulnerable position ending up in the wrong hands.
She turned her head and looked at Ebuka. Her breath caught.
Damn! The man was too damned irresistible standing there, belt in hand, bare-chested with the top of his navy slacks undone to reveal his groin hairs and the base of his partial erection.
She remembered the salty taste of his shaft and the ache in her mouth as he’d repeatedly rammed into her throat. It had been a shame to waste all the creamy cum. But she had to finish what she’d started.
“Did you want to say something?”
His words pulled her from the memories to the present.
Many women had fallen victim of men posting their images on porn sites. Although any person who tried that with her would die an excruciating death by her hands.
“Will the photos be for your eyes only, boss?” Using the honorific always subdued her need to control and put her in the mind space to hand over control to someone else. It worked well with Osagie and was working wonderfully with Ebuka who seemed to understand her need to hand him the power.
“Yes. I won’t use them for anything else. Do you trust me?”
“Yes, I trust you.”
A smile spread across his face. “That’s the best thing you’ve said to me. Don’t move. Let me get the device.”
Xandra didn’t suppress the smile as he stepped out of view. She stared ahead, determined to allow him to do whatever he wanted.
“Right,” he said. The camera on his device clicked several times. “Turn around. Lie on your back.”
She did as he ordered.
He clicked away, giving a few more directions.
“Spread your thighs. Caress your pretty pussy. Show me how much you want to come.”
Click. Click.
“Lift your legs. Part your labia lips. Show me how much you want me inside you.”
