Prisoner to his will [2]

He chuckled, "Yes you will. I have your panties. Just think of the stories I can tell Lady Eze."

I tensed, and closed my eyes. This couldn't be happening. I was so close to making this marriage happen. My last divorce settlement was running out. My life was quite expensive. I couldn't claim that he forced himself upon me. In Lady Eze's circle she would keep things quiet and I would no doubtedly end up looking at fault. She would say I seduced him or something.

"Now tell me you'll meet me at the Stamford hotel room one fifty two at the stroke of one. No pun intended. But you will be stroking my cock with those delectable lips of yours..." He nipped my neck, and cupped my pussy, pulling me back into him.

"I will." I couldn't turn away from this marriage, nor did I want to turn away from this man.

He didn't say another word. He pulled away from me as fast as he had on the dance floor, and left in the darkness. I composed myself, and fell into the darkness, walking up to the house to rejoin society.

I found Asika next to his mother. Agozie moved to Lady Eze and I held my breath. He kissed her cheek-to-cheek, and excused himself. I moved over to Asika, and took his arm, nestling against him. Asika shook hands with Agozie, and then he moved to bid me farewell... at least for now. He kissed my hand, and looked up into my eyes with a knowing look.

"She is truly the purest beauty. Keep her close Asika."

Asika smiled, and had no idea what Agozie was saying. He trusted me, and kept me up on a pedestal.

Agozie bowed, and left.

The night passed away, my stomach churning, my pussy wet still from his touch, from the anticipation of the night to come. As much as it threatened my being, I wanted him.

Asika took me home, and walked me up to my apartment. "Please... let me come in. I'll burst if I wait any longer." I glanced at my watch. Asika was mine... And I was about to burst myself. I couldn't wait two more hours until I had to leave.

"Alright, but I have to leave for my flight in an hour."

He didn't ask what flight. He didn't care. I said yes. I drew him in, and took him to my bedroom. He undressed me carefully, as if I was wrapped in pure gold. He didn't ask for anything, not for me to go down on him, or to get him hard. He was hard enough from the anticipation of this moment. "Are you sure?" He asked. He thought I was a virgin.

I nodded. "I love you Asika, and I am to be your wife. Of course I am ready." The only bad thing was that I had to hold back, play the part.

He laid me down carefully, and took me slowly. I cried out and winced as if I really were losing my virginity. I trembled in his arms, and held him close against me so he couldn't see my face. He fucked me slowly, as I watched the ceiling tiles, waiting for him to cum. It wasn't the pleasure I wanted. I cried out softly in his arms, not really enjoying the moment. He was gentle, which would have been nice for my first time, but this wasn't what got me off.

"You are so beautiful." He caressed me softly.

I smiled up at him, and he took my hips, moving slightly faster as he came inside me. He pulled from me slowly, kissing me delicately as if I were a goddess. He held me close, and gave me everything a woman would want. I just watched the clock.

Soon it was twelve-thirty. Asika was fast asleep, and I snuck out, leaving him a note, telling him I went to catch the flight to meet with my dress maker in the morning. I walked out and caught a cab.

He opened the door, and was still in his suit. I still wore my dress. "You're late." By five minutes.

"Asika wanted me, so I gave myself to him." I knew that would bite him a bit. Perhaps that was why I let Asika have me tonight.

Agozie grabbed my arm and pulled me in the room, and then thrust me against the wall. "You sick little bitch. You couldn't wait three hours?" He cupped my breasts roughly, and jerked the material down below my breasts, nipping, licking, and sucking at the flesh.

He tore my dress away from my flesh as he came to it, and as I stood there in my garter belt and stockings, he grabbed a fist of my hair, and thrust me down to my knees. He opened his pants, and pulled his hardened prick out. He was bigger than Asika. I licked my lips, and he pulled my head to his cock. I took it in my mouth, and he thrust my head back and forth on his cock as he liked it. I sucked deeply, grabbing his hips to try and gain some control, but he just used my mouth for his enjoyment. I reached up stroking his balls, feeling them tense up. He was getting close. So much for sex... He came in my mouth, before pulling out half way, and stroking the rest out onto my face. I gasped, and pulled back, but his fist held me there as he gripped my hair tighter.

He finished and pulled me up by my hair, forcing me in front of a mirror. He wanted me to see his cum on my face. "From now on, your mine."

"I'm marrying Asika." I protested.

"I don't want you as my wife. That is a curse for any man. You can marry Asika, but you will come to me when I ask."

I shook my head, and he didn't care. He turned me to face him, and lifted me on the table, thrusting my thighs apart, and forcefully taking my pussy. He held my shoulders so that I couldn't pull away from the force of his trusting. He took me harder and harder, my body was shaking, he grinded into me, my back was arching, my lips crying for more. He pulled from me. "Has anyone ever had your tight little ass."

"No, I won't let anyone."

"I am going to take the last part of you that's a virgin." He licked his lips, and flipped me over. I struggled against him, trying to pull away. My efforts were useless. He spread my cheeks, and placed his cock at my hole. He reached around stroking my clit, as he pushed the head of his cock in. I cried out, wincing. It hurt... so bad... He stroked my clit faster, the pain was subsiding. He pushed in further, there was the pain again, but his stroking on my clit made it feel good. It was a perfect mix of pleasure and pain. He pushed in, taking me all the way.

He stroked my clit, and pulled back, before pushing in again. He worked slower on my ass than he had with my pussy. It felt good, but different. I became pleasurable, but it felt weird, odd, as if he wasn't supposed to be there. Soon I was moaning, he was groaning behind me. He stoked my clit faster, I could feel him growing close to his climax once again, I was so close myself... my body hot with pleasure, I felt his hot cum starting to fill my ass. He thrust faster, bucking his hips, it hurt, but my orgasm overtook the pain.

He pulled from me, satisfied. He moved over to the en suite kitchen, and poured himself a whiskey. I looked in the mirror. The cum was sticky on my face, and I felt every hole on my body had been used. I shivered. I walked into the bathroom, and cleaned up.

I came back, and he was standing naked in front of the sliding glass door, sipping his whiskey. Did he want me to stay? Did he want me to go? I could hardly walk, but it felt good.

"Come here." He commanded, setting his empty glass aside.

I moved to him, and as soon as I was close enough he grabbed me, pushing me against the glass. It was cold, forcing goose bumps over my flesh. I looked over my shoulder, back at him. He stroked my back. "How many husbands have you had?"

"Five."

He didn't look shocked. "Do you really love Asika? Or is he just another toy?"

"What? Are you going to run back and tell Lady Eze?" I peered over my shoulder at him. "Are you playing pawn to her right now?"

He turned me around, and lifted my legs up, pushing me up against the glass. "Lady Eze is none of your business." He thrust hard into me so hard that I winced and cried out. "Now answer me."

"He's a toy."

"Now... was that so hard?" He grinned wickedly at me. He liked putting me in these positions. He liked making me vulnerable.

"Please... stop..." He started moving in me once again, growing harder.

He shook his head, "Like I said... you are mine now... my prisoner"

The end