“We have to elope from this city.”Jaxton was standing by the window, his hands in the pockets of his pants, his back a little hunched. I like such sights of him standing by the window of our room like a guardian watching over the universe.“This city reminds me of nothing but pain and a lot of silly things. Things I’ve done and the one other have done to me. Wicked things done for the sake of influence and power.”He pulled a cigar to his lips. I didn’t see that coming. He was holding it in the crisp of the fingers of his right hand. He wouldn’t quit smoking for anything, even in his present condition.I walked over to the window side and hugged him from behind. My lips braced his neck from behind, and my hand wrapped around his waist. Yes, the city has a lot of odd memories, and I always wish I could ever in my life find way to flee from the glare of the city, but to think of his telling me he wishes to flee the city his cartel rules at the moment, is something my mind will never t
Just like yesterday, being auctioned, being sold to the Lord of the devil himself.Humiliated, rejected and life triangle accompanied with it. The feeling of self winning a life for my children. I'm the the mother who never leave all odds for survival. I fought way beyond my imagination, especially for my children and now when I thought I'm happy and self contended with my new path of life.He returned. His back.That fateful day, I was on my way to the airport when someone shouted my name and ran towards me. It was Jaxton! His eyes still hold that dark man I ever known, his pride and ego spurring at his face but something was amiss. He smiled at me with mix of fears and anxiety. He rushed and hugged me tightly, never ready to let go of my grips. I do not know what that means but something is wrong somewhere."You still smell very nicely!" He whispered to my ear and it sent cold shivers down to my spines with little mix of sexual fantasies.I remembered the old days when he could fu
“Fifty!”“Fifty and half!”“Fifty-five!”For heaven’s sake I was being priced like a common commodity.What sort of a father would have his daughter auctioned to raise money to pay up his debt?Mine had got me auctioned, to raise some money for his debts to the casino, and he had merely invited me to his so-called birthday party, but the birthday party now turned into a sales game, to this very extent of having me auctioned.I wanted to flee from the hall, but he had earlier asked me to stand there, on the podium, where everyone can see me, described me, my features, and what have you, and then made it clear that I would be given out to the highest bidder.When on earth did, I become such an asset, that I would be sold off to the league of old gamblers and Italian mafias who had gathered in the hall, that celebrate the new age of my father who was heavily in debt.Gosh!I had my eyes on the doors.I wished the light would go off, and if ever it would be that gracious, I would flee fro
FREYAEverybody turned to him.They were a pile of noise makers, but the young man who just walked into the hall startled them with the figures he pledged.He was tall and handsome, and his hair was short and blonde. Clad in a tuxedo and a black glass, his mafia status was not hidden.I knew he was one of them, with the way he uttered the price, and the manner with which he had exercised patience.“Can you repeat what you said?” the fat guy said with his eyes on the young fellow who just stroke the big deal they were not able to hit.“Shut up and let the rich do their thing.” The young guy said and strutted up to the podium, on which I was standing with my father sitting beside me.“I’m buying her for two hundred million dollars. I’m not prizing.” His eyes were calm, but not as calm as one would think.There was fire in those calm eyes, and that fire was the sort that would consume me if I get handed to him.He was brave, and probably richer than everyone in the hall.Maybe he owns a
FREYAThe trip wasn’t a long one, but we didn’t go home to his place.The driver had stopped at the hotel down the road, and we alighted.We had come with a three-car convoy. I didn’t know that until we stepped out of the car, because I was pushed into one of the cars earlier, and I didn’t have time to look through the window and see the cars running after us.From the three-car convoy, emerged some men in black suit, all armed with big riffles.I had been sold to a rich and powerful mafia, but he was surprisingly younger than the big mafias I read on in books and watch in movies.The only thing he had in common with the mafias I knew was his choice for few words.He wasn’t a good talker, and he was as mean as a tiger would be when it hunts its meal. Here, I was his meal, and he was the tiger, and as the deer that had been hunted and was to be fed on by the tiger, I ought not to see the tiger smile.I followed them into the hotel without protesting, because I knew that asking question
FREYAI was woken by a buzz, and the rays of the light of the sun on my face.It was a different room. I could tell that because the bed had no poles like the one, I was tied to the previous night, and the walls bore no whips and BDSM stuffs in the red room I was tossed into and roughly fucked.I sat up on the bed, and with a little blur, I searched the corners of the room to know if I would see the devil, Jaxon, nestled on one of the sofas in the room, but just then, I only realized that was massive, and it had a massive connection to another room, and a massive door that leads to a massive balcony.He wasn’t here in the big room with me, but I could see traces of smoke escaping the room next to the room on whose bed I was sitting.I looked at myself and my eyebrows went up on their own. I knew we had something last night, and I was supposed to be stack naked, as he did the good of taking off my clothes and now I was clad in a see-through linen.First, the room is not the same room
FREYAMy legs failed me.They stopped going back to where they came from, as his eyes rested on me in that dare devil manner.I’m not the devil here, but the devil himself was daring the courage that made my legs step away from his sight.He sucked hard on the cigar trapped between his lips, and let the tobacco-rich smoke into the air, making the sight of him blur for a second and clear off in the next second.He was such an addict. A slave to the habit of smoking, and the habit of torture sex. I could see his craving in his eyes, like that of a shark to the smell of blood in the ocean.He relaxed on the sofa on which he was nestled on, doing his smoking bidding.“Don’t stand looking at me, come here.”His words were supposed to be harsh, because his tone was harsh, but his voice turned out lovely to my ears, such that I wished he would whisper into my ears with that voice of his. My legs, once again, betrayed me. They conveyed me to him, but in a much slow manner, because the mind w
FREYAI knew I hated him, but the touch he gave me wasn’t enough.I want more of him. I wanted him to grab my waist and bang me the way he just did. I want that cum in my mouth once again.I ran my tongue around my lips, capturing the cum that was leaning on them, and taking down my throat like he ordered, feeling the creaminess, and yearning for more.I stood up, and fixed my gown, which though I was clad in it, left the feeling of being stack naked on me, because it was transparent, and he could see not just my breasts through it, but my pussy.I inhaled and returned to the massive room he walked into, but he wasn’t there. He must have left the house, naked.I wonder why he would do such, because his trousers which he took off during his bidding of driving pleasure from my pussy by giving me pleasure.I walked over to the bed. There was entirely nothing to do in the big room, if not to walk around the house, sleep, and probably get fucked the second time.I didn’t feel the urge to l