HEARTBEAT

AELLA I hate going to church, I think it is a building filled with judgemental humans who constantly think they are superior beings. The church bell rings again, startling me for the third time in two hours. The bell reminds me of my misfortunes, Mama always made sure I chanted them for hours when I failed to recite a particular scripture or misbehaved. Mama was a religious fanatic. I roll my eyes when Mrs. Agatha wails and rolls on the floor. Her daughters kneel beside her and cry too. One could easily mistake them for the deceased family. Her daughters Pearl and Diamond look like dolls today, dressed in a hot red gown and pink heels, I pity people who sacrifice their comfort for fashion. Mrs. Agatha was Mama's favourite human; her daughters to my mama were a perfect example of God's creation. I try to hide my laugh when Mrs. Agatha rolls and hits her head on the hardwood chair, Pastor Jerimiah with

AELLA I wake up exhausted, the curtains are up, and the lighting is blinding. My head feels like it could crack open anytime.Mama is dead. I rise to my feet instantly with a smile on my face. what does one do to celebrate one's freedom? lazily, I drag my feet to the fridge, grabbing a bottle of water and aspirin. I drink greedily from the bottle. "Let's do some cleaning shall we". An hour later I moved to my room. I grab my phone from the nightstand, scrolling through my messages. There are a bunch of condolence messages and missed calls from John. I met him last semester, he is a very cute guy with a nice smile. I know he sort of has a thing for me, Mama would have had my heart for dinner if I as much as entertained thoughts of a guy. I called John back. My revenge on Mama would start by losing my virginity, I have never liked John in that sort of way, but I know he is

ACE The morning light gently peered through the sheer curtains, illuminating the room with a warm and ethereal glow. With an elegant grace, Aella slowly emerges from her slumber, like a blossoming flower. I watched her like a hawk, even in my exhausted state I couldn't sleep a wink. Watching her wake up is like witnessing the birth of a new day itself. Her every movement, every breath, awakened an indescribable feeling of awe and appreciation in the depth of my soul. She finally opens her eyes and those blues land on me. She screams dragging the bed sheet to her chest, even her screams sound like a moan, I stand up disgusted for sexualising everything she does. I didn't bring her here for this, I am a principled man and right now my need for that file comes first. "Hello, Aella." She moves to the edge of the bed, trying to get as far away from me as possible. I don't like it, but I also don't say anything. She hugs her knee and tears fall d

AELLA He doesn't arrive till dawn; I know this because my heart starts to race and the hairs at the back of my neck rise in excitement. I hold my breath in anticipation, I only start breathing when he walks into the room, shutting the door behind him. I couldn't properly appreciate him yesterday; he has to be one of the most beautiful men to walk the face of the earth. he looks tired, he leans back on the door watching me. His soft and luscious curls of black hair cascaded effortlessly, framing his noble features and adding an untamed allure to his appearance. It seems like ages before he finally speaks. "You disobeyed me. I don't make empty threats Aella; you won't like it when I do put you over my knee." He has been threatening me with that particular phrase since yesterday. The thoughts of him spanking my ass make me wet, and I have concluded that something must be wrong with me. He raises his eyebrow looking at me. "You speak when spoken to Aella." I like the way he says my

AELLA I open my eyes lazily, watching him. "I want to fuck you, I want to fill you with my cum, I want to hear you scream my name as you come on my cock. But this would do for now." His hand slide into my hair, fisting the strand tightly. He kisses my face, jaw, and throat. I moan tiredly as his lips skate along my collarbone before biting the ridge gently. He moves his mouth to my breast sucking on my nipple until my moans become throaty. His hand moves to my pussy, and I close my legs instinctively "I don't think I can do it again." "You can for me, give me one more. let me hear you scream my name." Two of his fingers are inside me again, he isn't gentle like before, his free hand starts stroking my thighs, smacking them with enough force to make me gasp. He pulled his hand back again and landed another sharp smack on my left thigh. He continues pumping his fingers inside me. my pleasure was growing faster. "Ace...I am going to come...please make m