Red Lace

Chapter 8

ISABELLE ZIMASA IBRAHIM

Olayemi has a hold over me or maybe that's just an excuse I use to try and escape the fact that I love him and I'll never stop loving him. I was only 23 when I met him; he was 35 years old, but something about him made me forget why I was even in the mansion, to begin with. His eyes captured me and drew me in from the very first moment I looked into them and when I moved into his house, his actions, and the way he was towards me made me see him in a different light. Olayemi is not a good man, he never was but he is good for me or maybe that's just my addiction talking. I could have objected, he's allowed me an environment where I am able to say no but I never do. Don't give me that look, you also went on to have a second child with your deadbeat baby daddy. Olayemi and I never stopped seeing each other, yes I tried to move on, tried to see other people but I always kept coming back and he was always ready to take me back. Normal vanilla sex is not for me, it's not what I want, and normal men cannot satisfy me the way the father of my children does. How would you self-appointed psychologists diagnose me? I can assure you, whatever diagnosis you've come up with, I've already come up with myself.
"Strip!" Olayemi commands, his voice ever so bold and confident, his cologne matching his voice. He slowly circles me as I take off each item one by one, his movements are those of a lion watching its prey before it captures it unexpectedly. Smooth and calculated, quiet and steady. I hate to admit it but I enjoy it, his look of hunger and lust is always enough to send me over the edge. I love the attention he gives me. How he never takes his eyes off me, how he observes every inch of my body as if it's his first time seeing it, how he knows just what his voice alone does to me.
"Yes, Master," I say. He halts to a stop the minute I am left with my matching ruby-red lace underwear. He looks at me from head to toe, his boner visible from his pants. I find myself biting my lower lip as I take in this sight of him. He takes two short steps and cups my chin making me look up at him. He has this burning look in his eyes, a hunger of some sort. He lowers his hand wrapping it around my throat before he captures my lips into his kissing me for dear life. I cannot begin to explain the pool forming between my legs. He knows what he does to me but he enjoys torturing me like this. He breaks the kiss leaving me panting.
"You are mine, Isabelle!"
He looks deep into my eyes and then looks between us, I follow his eyes and I see the tent in his pants. I take it as an invitation to go down on my knees and pleasure him as I was taught 19 years ago. You'd think at 54 years Olayemi would look like a corpse but this man still looks as good and sexy as the first time I ever met him. The only difference between then and now is that his beard is gray unlike all those years ago. I guess it comes with being an immortal and the rituals performed, the aging process is slower than the normal human aging process.

I take his pants off and then his briefs, and he is left naked with his already erect dxck staring at my face. I swallow a bit before returning my eyes back up to his face, he's looking down at me with anticipation of what is yet to happen.

I wrap my hand around his shaft, always overlapping. I hear him let out a muffled breath before I start moving my hand up and down giving him a hand job. I bring my mouth closer to his crowned haven and let out a shaky breath as reality hits me. I will never get used to how majestic he looks, how his crown sits perfectly below his head. I take his tip into my mouth and boy does this turn me on so badly. I lick his tip, around the glans where his ring sits, he lets out a choked groan when I lick one particular sport that looks like a line from his hole and down to the base of the mushroom head. This is what I love, having him at my mercy and him enjoying being at my mercy.

"Fuck," He groans enjoying the feel of my warm tongue, I circle his crown with my tongue before taking all of him inside my mouth. He lets out a shuddered breath, I find myself wanting to smile triumphantly. I lick him from the base and all the way up to his tip while giving him a handjob.