Chapter 5: The Offer

Smoke curled from his lips as he sat in the club lounge enjoying the view of naked women dancing, and occasionally, he would throw a wand of cash on them. Two ladies descended from the strip pool towards him. He tapped both asses, spraying money on them as they twerked before him. Tatoos dotted their bodies.

Zara was bored at her stand. He caught a glimpse of her from his seat and walked toward the bar grabbing a drink and signaling at her to join him in the private room. She looked sexier than usual in a dark lingerie bodysuit, a red wig and high heel boots.

“Hey!” she said, closing the door. He gulped his whiskey in the tumbler. Dropped his cigar and tapped the cushion for her to sit beside him.

Zara sat shyly, her movement and gestures were overly girly.

“You asked to see” she said

He nodded. “Yeah. It’s about time we come to terms”

“Terms?” she asked, her face slightly puzzled

“What do you want for yourself”, he asked with a deep concern.

Zara heaved a sigh,

“What do I really want. Well”—she began taking in the sight of the room while still thinking. She let her truth pour out.

“Honestly Nat, I want a better life than the club. Freedom from Antonio, kickstart my career in fashion. I just wanna leave this place” she said solemnly.

He nodded his head. “I see. “And you know what I want?”

“What?”

“A woman as sexy as you to always keep my dick company” He pointed two fingers to touch her lips in a seductive move. “To fuck when I want”  he said.

“And I’m that person?” Zara laughed. “You are funny”. Her tone was sarcastic.

He gulped his drink again.

“I’d take care of you. Whatever you want.

How much you owe Him?”

“About $200,000 grand”

“Only? I’d pay him. You’d be free”

“Wait”—Zara looked utterly surprised. “You are joking right” ?

Nat smiled. “I mean what I say”.

She beamed, placing both of her palms. on her mouth.  “Omg, Nat. She hugged him. “Thank you.

She retreated, curiosity on her face. “But why are you doing this?”

Nat laughed. “You know after we fucked couple times, I figured it really would be good to have you by my side. I think I like you Zara, plus life is more than this place”

“Thank you, she said. I promise I’d repay you in whatever way”

“You don’t have to” said Nat

“Shuu—“ she shut him up. She was starting to grab his trouser now. He understood his generosity had just turned her on. So, he stood up as she knelt before him.

She played with his dick. Black and hard, flexing her tongue around it and laughing. He held her wig and he face-fucked to breathlessness. She enjoyed it. Because she knew what she would be getting in exchange. She reached for his balls and stroked it. Then back on his meat, she swallowed him whole till she chocked.

“That’s right throat queen”he said.

“Mmm” she moaned pleasurably.

He gently removed his hard dick from her mouth and poured her a drink. She drank it submissively.

“Lay naked on the table” he asked. He was deranged. He was truly sex obsessed with the wildest of fanatics.

“Lay on Sexy”, he asked again in a plea.

She obeyed him, placing her back on the masseur table set in front of them, covered in white cloth. He brought out body oil and began massaging her whole body, her legs and in between, her breasts with his strong hands.

A dark muscular figure with seductive eyes rubbing strong manly hands on her. She truly had again, the alpha beast to herself. The sweat piling up on him as she did so made her more turned on than the massage itself. Her skin shone like a mirror. He came up closer to her face as she gave him a handjob.

As he went into her, she was on the table, legs raised, he standing. Her eyes rolled up white.

“You are so humbling my big dick daddy”, she said. Her voice was slightly teary. He went deeper. Hard thrusts that hit her G-spot. While his motions were in accelerated speed, down there was an ocean.

She sat on top of him in cowgirl. Hours after hours, he fucked her in that position, gliding up and down his wood, until while rubbing her pussy vigorously, she released a relentless flood, a tsunami, a wave of cum.

She lay lifeless on the couch. Nat came up beside her.

Body peered through the curtain. She called Keisha in a whisper. Shock spread over their face.

“Isn’t that Zara?” came Body

“Dang girl, bitches a dirty ass wack ass whore!” Keisha said scrunching her lips in a sneer. Body felt jealous.

“How that rich nigga settle for this cheap bitch ?” she frowned. “Don’t he be seeing me?” she took a look at her BBL curved body and walked away.

Keisha followed her.

“Who’s your master?” he asked

“You, daddy”. she said powerlessly.

Nat laughed—an evil, accomplished laughter. While she felt powerless, submissive. He felt powerful, on top of his shoulders. Zara’s submission giving him an exaggerated arrogant confidence.

It was at this moment that she confessed of his power to Isla back home, who by the way was more intrigued and desiring of her imagined Nat than she was. But she couldn’t reveal it now. Not yet.

Later that night, when she descended the stairs heading for the kitchen, she saw Isla on the floor laying unconscious. She screamed.