Binary Hearts

56| Dance Of Control 🎛️🔥

Adeola arrived at Tunde’s house, her outfit more daring than usual—a fitted dress that accentuated her curves. She couldn’t help but hope for a reaction from Tunde, but he remained indifferent, his gaze barely flickering over her. Instead, he greeted her with a brief apology.

“I value what your brother did for me,” Tunde said, his tone sincere. “I don’t want to let him down. You should really thank him.”

Adeola smiled, a little disappointed he hadn't noticed her appearance, but she shrugged it off. “So, what job do you want from me?” Tunde asked.

“Anything, Tunde,” she replied easily, a playful tone in her voice.

He raised an eyebrow. “You've switched so fast to calling me Tunde? No ‘Mr.’ anymore?”

Adeola blinked and quickly apologized. “Oh, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to—”

“I’m just kidding,” Tunde interrupted with a small laugh. “You can call me Tunde.”

She smiled in relief, feeling the tension ease between them. “I only have one job available,” Tunde continued, leaning back against the kitchen counter. “And that’s being my personal assistant. You’ll be running errands, taking orders from me. It might feel like you’re my pet, just here to please your master. You’ll get tired, trust me.”

The word “pet” stirred something inside Adeola. She bit her lip, her thoughts drifting somewhere else as she smiled to herself. *I want to be your little pet, master,* she mused internally, a slight blush on her cheeks.

Tunde noticed her expression and frowned. “You’re a weirdo,” he said, shaking his head before walking off, leaving her alone to settle into the living room.

Adeola sat down, waiting patiently, her mind wandering as she imagined what it would be like working for him—serving him, obeying his every command. The thought left a warm sensation in her chest, and she smiled again.

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Meanwhile, at 9 a.m., Chidi Okoye pulled up outside Adaora’s place. Adaora was ready, dressed in a stunning black dress that showed off her back, her heels clicking against the pavement as she walked toward his car. She had assumed this was a date, but Chidi was casually dressed, which left her feeling slightly overdressed and puzzled.

“Guess what?” Chidi said with a grin, as she buckled her seatbelt. “We’re going for a house date.”

Adaora raised an eyebrow. “House date? You didn’t mention that before,” she teased, feeling slightly relieved by his playful tone.

Chidi only smirked and drove off, taking them to his house. When they arrived, Adaora couldn’t help but feel a little excited. It was different—unexpected. She followed him inside, his teasing comments making her laugh as they entered the cozy living room.

Once inside, the atmosphere shifted. Chidi put on some music, something low and rhythmic, and Adaora, feeling the beat, began to sway. She hadn’t expected to start dancing, but there was something about the mood, about Chidi’s presence, that encouraged her. Her movements became more fluid, more deliberate, and before she knew it, she was twerking playfully in front of him, her laughter filling the room.

“Come on, you can do better than that,” Chidi teased, encouraging her with his eyes and words. He dared her to push her boundaries, to let go of any reservations. And she did. Adaora threw herself into it, her body moving sensually, until she found herself giving him a lap dance, her hands bracing on his shoulders as she swayed her hips in front of him.

Chidi’s hands roamed naturally, caressing her lower back, sliding down to her hips. His fingers pressed into her skin, grazing her thighs as they moved dangerously close to her core. The heat between them was palpable, and Adaora felt herself getting lost in the moment, her breath quickening as Chidi’s touch became bolder, his hands inching closer and closer until she was trembling with anticipation.

Chidi’s hand slid under her dress, gently caressing the bare skin of her thighs. Adaora gasped softly, feeling a warmth rush through her, and she bit her lip, trying to regain control. But Chidi’s teasing words, the feel of his touch—it all became too much. She felt her body react in ways she wasn’t prepared for, a wetness pooling between her legs as she pressed her thighs together, trying to hold on to the last bit of restraint.

Chidi noticed her struggle and smiled. “You’re holding back,” he whispered, his fingers trailing lightly against the edge of her panties. “But you don’t have to.”

Adaora’s breath hitched as she felt his fingers play along the fabric, teasing her relentlessly. She tried to pull herself together, but Chidi’s teasing was persistent. Her body was betraying her; she was getting more and more turned on by the second.

Suddenly, Chidi slipped the straps of her dress down her shoulders, letting the fabric fall to her waist. His hands moved expertly, removing the dress entirely, leaving her in nothing but her panties.

“Now, let’s see that lap dance,” Chidi said with a grin, his voice deep and full of desire.

Adaora hesitated for a moment, feeling more exposed than she had ever been, but the desire between them was too strong. She found herself moving again, her body giving in to the tension as she danced in front of him, her confidence growing with every second.

Just as things were about to go even further, Adaora suddenly stopped, pulling herself away and stepping back. Her heart was racing, her body was still aching for him, but her mind was telling her to slow down. She needed to breathe, to think.

“I... I need a minute,” Adaora said, her voice soft, but firm.

Chidi respected her pause, though the tension in the room was undeniable. He leaned back, his eyes dark with desire but patient. Adaora took a few deep breaths, trying to compose herself, knowing she had almost lost control completely.