"I can't do it" she mumbled.
Immediately, he gripped her by the neck
and pushed her backwards until her
back hit the wall. She groaned.
"You little br @t!" He rasped, still holding
her neck.
"You have to do every single thing I say -
do you understand? Your sister isn't
here to save you. And besides, you're
under my care!"
"Let me..go" she mumbled, holding his
hand that held her neck.
She was tempted to fight him, push him
off and pin him to the ceiling. But she
tried to restrict herself.
Moscow was about tearing off her shirt
when an authoritative voice finally came:
"Let her go".
It was familiar one any member of the
Khalid clan would recognize.
Moscow quickly let go of her neck and
turned to see Khalid standing at the
doorway, his eyes on them.
He'd been watching the whole scenario
from the window the whole time.
Octavia also turned to look at him, her
heart beating heavily.
His eyes were specifically resting on
her.
"Bring her to my room" he added and walked away.
Moscow grabbed Octavia roughly by the
hand and started leading her out of the
room.
He couldn't wait to see why Khalid was
going to do to her. He was definitely
going to punish her. Definitely.
Although, he was a little angry he'd
interfered in his plans of drilling her, but
he decided to wave it aside and watch
what happens next.
Octavia, on the other hand, was patently
panicking as they headed for the room.
What was he going to do to her? Did she disobey him again?
Oh! If only she had known. But she had
no idea he was watching. She had no
Idea at all.
They finally got to the room and
Moscow pushed her in, roughly.
Khalid was facing the table, opening a
bottle of wine.
"You can leave, Moscow" he stated
calmly and Moscow's eyes dimmed.
Huh? He'd thought he'd be punishing her
in front of him.
He fumed and looked at Octavia. Then,
bowed and left the room.
Octavia's breath almost seized as she realized she was alone in the room with him - again.
She interlocked her fingers in front of
her and stared at the floor while he poured himself some drink.
When he was done, he turned to look at
her, sipping from the glass.
He didn't say a word not at all and it made Octavia really nervous.
He emptied the glass, dropped it on the
table and started marching towards
Octavia. And with each step he took,
Octavia felt her heart skip along with it.
She was tempted to run, but fought the
temptation real hard.
Finally, he stood in front of her and a wild fragrance emanated from him. They clouded Octavia's senses, almost driving her mad.
He took another step closer, making
Octavia think he wanted to swallow her
up. She blinked rapidly and moved back.
He took another step and Octavia did
same, another and another.. and so it
went until finally, her black was touching
the wall.
She was stuck.
"What the f**k do you think you're
doing, Octavia?" Khalid asked as he
placed his hand on the wall, right above
her head.
There was a mixed smell of cigarette
and perfume, coming from him.
She badly wanted to look him in the eyes, his dark pretty eyes, but she forced herself not to as she just stared down at the floor and felt his eyes on her.
"You know the rules over here" he continued, more collectedly.
"You know dignity has no meaning here.
So, what do you think your doing?"
She gulped nervously and forced herself
to talk.
"I.. hate it when....strangers touches me" She said with another gulp and he scoffed.
"But you let me touch you" he said daringly, moving his other hand to touch the tip of her hair.
She looked up at him and said:
"I had no choice".
For the first time since she got into the
room, she was staring at him directly in
the face - the eyes. And she could swear,
her heart stopped beating for a second.
His lips pushed up in a smirk and in one
Word, he said:
"Kneel".
It took Octavia some seconds to digest
what he said.
Oh! Was he really going to punish her?
What would he do to her? Whip her?
She sank her knees to the floor, her heart playing party drums.
In the presence of other guys, she felt nothing. But with this guy called Master Khalid, she couldn't explain the level of anxiety he made her feel.
She was kneeling right in front of his
legs and Khalid, moving his hand from
the wall, took them to his belt and
unhooked it.
Octavia's eyes divided into two when
she saw him pulling down the trouser.
What was he....
What was he doing?
Her lips parted in shock as she lifted her
eyes to look into his face, only to find
him staring back at her.
He pulled down the trouser and his rod
came bouncing out. Octavia gasped - inwardly.
It was so long and looked thick and
answered Octavia's wonders on how
he'd been able to hurt her with it that
night.
"You should know what to do" Khalid
said, but Octavia could swear she had
no idea.
Wait...
Not until she remembered...
She had seen it in a movie once - unintentionally.
Hold on..was he expecting her to take it
into her mouth? She wondered.
Khalid's face was beginning to grow dim
and Octavia realized he might be getting angry.
Without touching him and hoping she
was doing the right thing, she took her
lips close and covered his tip.
She tried going deeper but could barely
reach half as her lips were just too
small for him, or perhaps, he was too
big for her.
Khalid got hold of her hair and pushed
her forward, forcing her to go deeper.
Octavia grunted in a moan as she felt
the rod slide through her mouth,
reaching for the back of her throat. She
was choking.
She never thought she could take him
up to this length, tho she still couldn't
cover him up completely.
She couldn't breathe. She looked up at Khalid who had a strong look on his face. It was obvious he was getting pleasure from it.
Octavia tried to pull away but couldn't
as he was gripping her hair and just
when she was about losing it, he released her.
She exhaled deeply and coughed along
as she tried to catch her breath. Tears
were hanging around her eyes as a result of the choking.
She coughed slightly and breathed heavily and in the process, she felt a different taste on her tongue - something thick and salty.
She couldn't exactly tell what it was, but
she gulped it down.
Khalid reached for her hair again and pushed her forward and her heart skipped.
Oh!? He was going to do it again. He
was doing it again.
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To be continued!