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Chapter 22 - CH 22: Bring her to my room

"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!