HIS ADDICTION

I feast on the note in my hands as I search my dim brain for a word to say to the bullshit written in it but find none.

"Put on this red dress. My make-up artist will be with you shortly, and of course she will be coming along with your shoes," the letter read.

He wants us to go out. If he does, then why? "And where exactly are we going?" my mind asked at last.

Staring at the cloth for a few minutes, I pick it up, spreading it wide open on the bed. After a final glance at it, I direct my steps to the bedroom, my leg making a little quack with each contact it makes with the golden tiled floor.

I am only doing this for my family members and no one else. "Not because of him, but for their sake." I consoled myself with this as I walked into the bathroom.

In the bathroom, I jam the door shut, allowing my towel to drop freely from my underarms to the floor.

I pick it up and hang it before taking my steps to the bathtub, ready to have a warm bath.

Sitting in the bathtub, I allow the warm water from it to drench my skin, and I tickle in each sensation it brings to me. how I miss something this nice.

A few minutes on...

After getting enough of the warm water on my skin, I take a proper bath and finally walk out of the bathtub like it's suddenly biting me.

I reach out for my towel, wrapping it around my chest, before walking out of the bathroom and straight to the mirror stand where my lotion rests. Grabbing it, I pour out the quantity I will need on my hand and drop the container back into its position.

After applying the lotion, I stretch out my hand to my bed, picking up the red gown I am to put on and having a final glance at it before putting it on. I feel a warm touch around my waist, making me turn around fearfully, my eyes only bestowing on my worst nightmare. someone I never expected.

"What the heck are you doing here?" I threw my anger at him and could only get more mad at the little chuckle he rendered.

"Come on! I know you enjoyed the last touch and you might want more; besides, I want more too, so why not?" He grunted, his face once entangled in a smirk turning so mean and grumpy.

"What do you mean by I enjoyed your formal touch? I would have pushed you down that very moment but only decided to pardon you." I hush.

"Then I want you to pardon me now, Miss. Mira, I want to be pardoned by you. and clear that confusion off your face. I know your name, so don't be surprised I got it right".

"Please, I don't want you in my room. "You should be going out now," I stammer out, taking steps backward. I am getting that sensation again. I am suddenly losing my boldness again.

"Why are you scared? Are you afraid of getting tuned in by a mere touch again?

 Yeah! I saw it—I saw the look on your face the other day I touched you, Mira. You were almost on orgasm, and that is exactly what I am going to do now. I will make you scream out my name loud enough for everyone in this building to hear it.

"You know why? Because I love it that way, I want to see you clutch onto the bedspread when I bang on you from behind. I want to see you in your glory because everything about you fascinates me, including how I got into your room. Have you forgotten I own this house, so therefore everything in it is under my control? Forget the outing." It's later in the evening," he grunts, standing so close to me now that his harsh breath hits the surface of my neck.

I lift my gaze to him, my legs already wobbling after they realized they were in a situation they wanted to avoid earlier on, a situation they detest so much. a situation my body can't fight".

The next thing I feel is his hand around my chest, followed by the thud my towel makes as it drops to the floor. I am standing naked in front of my worst enemy.

"I like what I see; this has got to be the most alluring nakedness I have seen in my life." His words dropped like a harsh pin into my eardrums, but at that moment all I yearned for was his touch again—what the fuck is wrong with me?

His hands cup my boobs as he pushes me to the bed. He sucks on my boobs, making tiny moans escape my lips, which I really tried fighting but couldn't.

Slowly he moves his left hand down my navel, his mouth still sucking on my boobs, and his right hand doing justice to the other. I gasped out loud as his hand moved to my Jericho, and this time around I couldn't help but moan out louder.

"Tell me to stop, and I will," he whispers into my ear, making his breath fall on my neck. His tongue was already doing justice to my earlobe before I could force a reply.

"Demon! "Go on!" I hear myself screaming, even to my own amazement. His tongue found its way to my Jericho, giving it a good suck.

"Fuck!" I cast, and I find it hard to control the pleasure.

"Tell me you don't want more of this".

"I am an idiot." Just go on, Corward." I mumble between moans, and the next thing I feel is the casting out of my orgasm. I glance at him and watch as he licks it off his face, leaning further toward me.

"Scream my name, Mira," he moans, dipping my left boob into his mouth and smoothing the other with his hand, and this time around I am already screaming like a mad dog.

"This is your weak point." I hear his voice drop, but I am only deaf to it.

The next thing I feel in the middle of Jericho startles me, and for the first time, I leave my head up, but not for pleasure's sake. My eyes come into quick contact with the largest joystick I have ever seen in my life—the fuck! that isn't going into me.